Aine moaned along with Aenu in empathy as the woman's body tensed and displayed it's first signs of orgasm. Her fingers continued to work against the silky inner walls of the woman even as they seized tight and clenched around her, her wrist flexing with each and every buck of Aenu's hips against her hand. The hand that was atop her sex departed however,  leaving the blue skinned beauty with only her fingers to ride out her orgasm on whole she stroked affectionately at her lover's taut stomach. Her palm and fingers were rough from work but she was surprisingly gentle in her touch, letting her nails rake teasingly down the skin only  occasionally to provide extra sensation.<br/><br/>While Aenu came down, Aine watched with delight as she shivered and shook and those bountiful breasts heaved. Her nacre eyes traces all the wonderful curves that spelled out the mage's femininity. Her lips grazed against the smooth flesh of the woman's plump mons , tongue tracing lazy circles along the flesh in languid worship , like a supplicant before an altar to womanhood. All the while, her eyes remained cast upwards towards Aenu, catching glimpses of her pleasures expressions in between the rise and fall of her bosom.<br/><br/><br/><br/>As was with all things however, the Draenei had to come down from her cloud of pleasure and the Kaldorei was sad to see and feel it go. When the tension dissipated from Aenu's muscles and the woman's walls went lax around her fingers, Aine withdrew her digits from the woman's sex and as the Draenei spoke she diligently cleaned with with her tongue. No spot was missed, from knuckle to the pad of her fingers the broad muscle claimed the sweet feminine nectar left behind until nothing but her own spittle remained and she felt the mage's fingers gently playing through her snowy mane.<br/><br/>She let her fingers down with a deliberateness and places one last , sticky kiss to Aenu's mons before she rose up and moved to straddle the woman again. During the course of their intimate act her shaft had lost some of Its turgor,  the  broad tip of her member bobbing down and dragging teasingly against the Draenei woman's stomach until Aine settled above her hips and remained in place. Her hands took a firm hold of Aenu's cheeks and she planted a wet kiss directly on her lips,  her tongue boldly pushing past them to brazenly dip into the cavern of her lover's mouth. She shared with the woman the taste of her own arousal and as she pulled back , breathing heavily , Aine licked her lips. It was a simple gesture. One that said just how much she actually *enjoyed* pleasing the woman with her mouth.<br/><br/>"You know what they say, " Aine lidded her eyes , a playful smirk finding its way onto her lips, " The Kaldorei know how to treat a woman. When all your men are in the dream , you learn well what your sentinel sister wants."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>