Lithelle's breathing becomes shallow and frantic, the quest for air becoming secondary to devouring as much of the other Mer as humanly possible.  Every nerve in her flesh felt alive...aflame and throbbing for the first time in her life. Her hands start to tremble and shake as her nerves start to catch on to what's about to happen.  It was one thing to bed a hooker...it did nothing if not prove that she was fine all by her self- if she went through with this however, it went to prove how dependent she was. She'd admit even subconsciously that maybe she needed or even wanted someone else to share her life or at least her bed.<br/><br/>There was no real doubt in her mind...Lithelle wanted this. Her body made that abundantly clear when each little caress and touch caused jolts of electricity to shoot through her. Her limbs trembling and her body arching ever closer to the Dark Elf's body. Under the thin blankets of the bed, her thighs spread just enough to invite the Dunmers hips to grind against her own.It's then she feels the pulsing length against her inner thigh.  It strikes her as 'odd' for a moment, and had she not been so thoroughly enjoying the deep exploratory kises , she  might have found the resolve to question the carefully hidden secret.  She'd heard tales of Cursed Mer-folk becoming afflicted with all sorts of 'ailments'.  This...was a surprise to be sure...and Lithelle had never cared for men..but this Dark Elf was no man.<br/><br/>With her flawlessly smooth skin intoxicating and cool to the touch, her heaving and rather ample bosom,her rich and sweet scent,  not to mention that sultry and hypnotic voice : everything about Kalith was female.  So much so that it didn't even factor into Lithelles mind that the anatomy poking into her flesh was anything to blink an eye at.  It didn't matter truth be told..she wanted the Dark elf more then she wished to continue breathing.<br/><br/>She makes this silent plea known as she starts to tare and gasp at the carefully sewn fabric of Kaliths dress. A frantic need overcomes her, each slow and searching kiss leads to another , and another until eventually the kisses are not longer slow and searching, but expertly delivered , and frantically paced, deep probing attempts to devour each other entirely. Missing the Dunmers lips the second she pries her own away Lithelle groans a protest and tugs at the womans gown. "Off.." she begs/pleads/orders all at once, while simultaneously tugging the blankets off of her.  She secures her fingers along the back of Kaliths neck and pulls them both together again, kissing the elf deeper then before and with a heightened neediness. Her hips start to roll in slow, painfully slow, circles as the thick girth of her companions arousal presses against her thigh.   A mischievous brow raises as Lithelles hand ducks up under the dress as feather light fingers caress the growing bulk of Kaliths' member.  She mumbles with a smile into Kaliths mouth , "I thought I said ' take it off?" . She doesn't break the kiss, and clearly hasn't given enough time for the Dunmer to disrobe..but her impatience  and need were quickly growing problematic as her arousal peaks higher and higher.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>