Lithelle is still on edge. Overwhelmed, vulnerable and flat out terror course through her lithe frame.  She clings to the other woman, face warm and flushed as she presses it against the damp hair and cool skin of the vampire. Her body still spasms around Kaliths embedded member, her walls clinging to the sensitive flesh, tensing and releasing, keeping the other woman firmly in place. Kalith is buried to the hilt..and that's how Lithelle is starting to like things. The proximity, the intimacy. This was new. This was something the Bosmer never thought she'd experience something quite like this.  She believed firmly in the over dramatization of romantic encounters.  Love was a trick nature played on the weak minded in order to reproduce....Lithelle thought her self of sound body and mind, one that a trivial concept like love would never hinder.<br/><br/>The Bosmers eyes shoot open..by the nine. She hadn't thought of that.  Her natural inclination towards fully biological women never lead her to think of such trivial things as reproduction . The concept would never be something she'd have to worry about - she assured her self over and over. But now...with a belly full of  Dunmer seed questions started to sprout. Could the elf impregnate her? Had her lovers affliction with Sanguinare Vampiris riddled her unable to bare children? Did the Dunmer HAVE that potential in the first place?  All would have been valid questions to bring up -before- anxiously letting the other woman pump her essence directly into her womb.  Lithelle admonishes her self for a moment,  taking comfort in Kalith's warm  and gentle utterance , cooing her to be quiet.  She tries to act as if nothing is on her mind as she keeps her grasp tight around the Dunmer, shivering in the cold night air. What an odd turn of events this was. Had Kalith laughed at Lithelle the moment they met and told her all of this would transpire...that Lithelle would utter the words 'I love you' to a single soul...that she'd be clinging to another woman terrified of being 'with child'- she'd have called Kalith a bold faced liar. A flat out fool. Maybe even stab her for even entertaining such thoughts of her..but now..well.<br/><br/>Lithelles sex still clings to Kalith as she withdraws, the Bosmer misses the thick length instantly. Kalith felt more then amazing when embedded deep inside of her, and it was a feeling she'd very much like to experience again.  Her body states its protest as her muscles grind and ache for the thickness of her sister elf...trying in vain to keep the other woman firmly embedded within her.  Eventually however Kalith does manage to slide out, and with her the slight red tinged product of their lovemaking.  Where Kalith experiences joy and peace in these moments..Lithelle was filled with terror.  There was so much to discuss..so much to worry about. Lithelle had a job to do and only a few days in which to do it. She sincerely considered slipping out in the middle of the night to get the job done...but the sweet searching eyes of the other Mer drew her in. God's she was a sight to behold. So sweet..so feminine so perfect. Yet the two were able to join together in a way seemingly impossible for two of the fairer sex to muster.  Lithelle wasn't complaining however- not one iota.<br/><br/>She simply forces her self to relax. Staring at the Dunmer as her thick brown hair sticks to her sweat tinged flesh.  The tanned arms of the Bosmer wrap impossibly tight around Kalith, as her face finds its way to the other woman's neck.  There would be time for questions in the morning..what's done is done.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>