Tamaska heard the snide sound of Kumar's voice but it was far from the front of her mind. All of her attention had been diverted to the feel of those four hands touching her. There was a wondrous burning ache that had settled over her and with it came the demanding need that she give herself over to the pleasures Ife and Sterre were causing. She did not need much of a push before she surrendered to the feeling.<br/><br/>Her hands reached out to cling gently to the Draenei's strong arms. The enthusiastic voice that accompanied the equally enthusiastic teasing of hands both worked to drive the troll into a frenzy. Tamaska could not believe how quickly she had gone from relaxed to painfully aroused. She could not seem to help herself and she actually worried that she would never find a lasting respite from the all-too-familiar ache that she felt. Tamaska writhed and made cute little mewling noises when Ife's touch continued to stoke the fires of her lust. The black-skinned Draenei was devious with the gentle caresses and strokes. No matter how the priestess squirmed and bucked, Ife kept up a constant pressure and never gave her the firmer touch that it would take to bring her over the edge.<br/><br/>Idly, when Sterre released her light grip on the soapy locks, Tamaska pictured what an encounter with Ife and Bahiyya would be like. Would the strong Draenei be able to resist the succubus' ample charms and would Ife be strong enough to keep up the teasing when Bahiyya was so used to getting what she wanted. Images came to her and she whimpered when the heat she felt grew even more.<br/><br/>Ife's kiss brought the overheated troll back to the present situation. Those lips were so soft and sweet that Tamaska could not help but surrender to them. She kissed back as her arms moved up to curl around the larger Draenei's neck. She was practically in Ife's lap now and within seconds had allowed her tongue in. Tamaska's duelled with it while her body squirmed and ground against her most recent lover. It was a shame that Sterre seemed so content to be a spectator for the moment. It would have been even more arousing with the elf still touching her. She moaned again as Ife and she just kept kissing. Her hands coiled into the strong woman's hair and her lean legs wrapped around her waist. She did not want it to stop and so she held on tight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>