When Iseniel gently pushed the Sayaad off of her glistening shaft Nymiri felt a moment of victory. She felt like she had won the warlock's favour and was still so dazed by her lust that she did not suspect that anything was wrong. It never occurred to her that she was dancing to the tune the other women played. She but her lip when Alonya moved around behind her. Not being able to keep an eye on the succubus gave her a sense of worry but her gaze moved back to Iseniel, staring up at her. Those green eyes bored into her and she felt small before the gorgeous blood elf.<br/><br/>The command left no room for anything but obedience. Her lust drunk mind wanted desperately to service the woman more than it wanted air. Crawling forward, Nymiri  brought her hands to rest on the fronts of Iseniel's thighs. Her thumbs slipped along the silky skin of her inner thighs, caressing in slow gentle circles while she leaned in. Her body dipped and her lean back arched so that she could keep her eyes on the other Elf's. She needed to see if her actions were pleasing the woman and so, with her ass thrust up and out in what could easily be mistaken for an open invitation she planted a soft sensual kiss to Iseniel's sac. Her lips suckled lightly before her tongue slid out to give a teasing lol along the underside of the full orbs.<br/><br/>It was the beginning of a sweet, soft make out session in which Nymiri, despite wanting to watch the warlock's face, let her eyes drift shut. Her thumbs slid against Iseniel's thighs in a constant gentle massage while she lapped and sucked at those cum-heavy balls. Humid gouts of breath tickled over that throbbing and rigid shaft when she trailed kisses up the thick cum vein that ran along the underside. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at the pulsing tip before licking around the flared edge of the tip before kissing the it. It was a wet French kiss, saliva dripping down the length of the shaft only to be captured when one hand left Iseniel's thigh to stroke the length.<br/><br/>She sucked the tip hard enough to make her cheeks hollow and her eyes rolled to look up for any indication that the warlock was enjoying her enthusiastic if amateur efforts. While she slurped noisily at the head her tongue lapped at the underside. Her other hand reluctantly left Iseniel's thigh to stroke and tease the woman's swollen balls. As the priestess lost herself in the worship of the cock that only a few weeks past had had her begging for mercy, her hips started to subtly shift back and forth. The need was making it impossible to be still and her body craved attention even though she was devoted to earned a thick load.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>