Tellara didn't really want to answer Mora. The troll did get in odd moods like this, but Tellara had always let them subside, gaining as much pleasure and as little conflict as she could throughout. Tellara never once questioned Mora, no matter how close she came, especially when her lover had almost shoved a strange worgen's snout between Tellara's legs. Though she was most thankful when Mora's thick digit entered between her moist folds, pushing in and out to an outstanding tempo. It felt so good, and it was driving Tellara crazy as she let her incessant moans answer any question thrown her way. Even though Mora had moved her hand away from the night elf's neck, It never occurred to Tellara to move her face from the earth while her trolless companion worked furiously at her insides.<br/><br/>Though, the most strenuous point that did make her question her obediance was when Mora began put both worgen and night elf together. Should she speak up? She thought she might, though with Mora's finger driving in and out between her legs she wasn't sure if she could object, let alone whether or not she should. Her face was a picture of embarrassment, all flushed and flustered at the prospect of the Elizabeth's tongue lapping at her now drenched sex. She hoped that Mora new what she was doing, because she personally wouldn't even speak against a worgen, and wouldn't even think of trying anything like this. Though it would be best for everyone if Elizabeth was good, Tellara said nothing, and just let her thoughts wander away from the tenuous subject of who it was pleasuring her from behind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>