Tamaska shook under the lusty gaze of the gorgeous Draenei. It spoke volumes of what might be to come and in mere moments the troll felt what that gaze meant. Intent amber eyes fluttered closed when the bubbly Draenei switched to her other tender nipple. The skill Ife possessed was quickly overwhelming the already lusty Troll. Her hips rocked, wet folds wanting something to spread them and fill the deeper flesh. Ife was quickly rewarded with the sensual moans that she sought with every electric jolt of bliss that coursed through the fallen priestess.<br/><br/>It was like a dance, Tamaska and Ife moving together in a spectacle all its own. The troll's lean body arched and she pulled lightly at the Draenei in a desperate attempt to coax more from her. That is all Tamaska seemed to want these days, more. It would bother her if it did not all feel so wonderful. She had repressed her urges for so long and now that this world was open to her every sensation demanded that she try even further ones. Every passing moment lent increasing desperation to her movements in time with her rising pleasure. Just teasing her breasts, Ife was dangerously close to bringing her to release. She found her own lack of self control embarrassing.<br/><br/>The thought was hurled to the back of her mind when Ife, in a show of strength, took a firm grip on her equally firm backside and hauled her up onto the waiting towels. Thankfully for the few remnants of Tamaska's dignity, the loud squeal that burst forth was swallowed by hungry Draenic lips. All that she could do was lay prone and trembling as she watched Ife take position between her legs and whimper when soft, sweet kisses were trailed over the silky skin of her inner thighs. It was only then that Tamaska became aware of Sterre and she blushed at the position that the beautiful blood elf got into poised over her. Immediately she could detect the faint scent of Sterre's arousal and she moaned again. These two were dangerously close to rivaling Bahiyya and Emberspike for their position as the ones who could most easily make Tamaska squirm. The sight of the clearly aroused mound poised above her had the poor priestess almost drooling with desire.<br/><br/>It certainly said something in regards to the skill with which Ife used her tongue when it did finally taste its goal that Tamaska's eyes were torn away from that sight. Her head and back arched so much that for a moment the troll had her breasts thrust at the ceiling and only her ass and her head touching the floor. She howled her pleasure, uncaring of who heard. When that initial assault passed and Ife settled into a more gentle rhythm, Tamaska's eyes returned to that beautiful sight above. The little shake of her bottom was all the encouragement that was needed and the troll took a firm grip of the aforementioned bottom and simply pulled her down to her mouth.<br/><br/>She needed to vent some of the pleasure welling up inside and simply dove into the act. Her lips wrapped around the little pleasure nub to suck gently but steadily at it as hand kneaded the perfect blood elf butt. Moans sent vibrations into the receptive flesh even as Ife did the same to Tamaska. It was an indescribable rush to the troll as the pleasure seemed to flow from Ife through her and into Sterre. Not all of it mind you, a heavy dose stayed in the squirming blue-skinned woman. She felt any shred of self-control slip and gently (she hoped) wrapped her legs behind the Draenei's head to pull her in, signalling desperately for more while simultaneously abandon the blood elf's clit is favor of simply driving her tongue up into her.<br/><br/>The taste was another new thing and she found it intensely enjoyable. She knew in that second that she wanted to taste Ife as well. She was starting to tense and her tongue attacked more fervently at Sterre's mound. She could not get enough and would slither her tongue all over to collect every drop of sweetness that she could. It was a race to see who would give in to the pleasure first, the troll or the elf and Tamaska found an odd competitive spirit under the circumstances. She would make Sterre cum first.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>