Nisha was not sure what to expect when she had told the desert woman that she wanted to be marked, that in a way she wanted to be Tyl’ras plump little Kanda. Her world was a haze of lust fueled kisses, strong hands kneading her plump breasts and those absolutely sexy growls the elf was capable of making after every little aggressive demand. The teifling hadn’t even realized that she was rocking so provocatively in Tyl’ras lap nor had she put any thought into just what getting nude in front of the Athasian elf would entail when it came to her… special appendage but the time was drawing night and she found herself oddly unworried about such things. If Tyl’ra accepted her as exotic as she was now , what was yet one more exotic and alluring feature?<br/><br/>So wrapped up in hazy , lust addled thought was Nisha that the sigilite did not feel Tyl’ra tug her forward until their lips pressed together passionately, the tiefling instinctively returning the aggressive gesture of want , of passionate desire with tugging lips, nipping teeth and daring tongue work. Of course her aggression was quite subdued with the Athasian’s grip on her hair, causing Nisha eventually to quell her own aggressive ministrations and even cease the sensual rolling of her hips in  Tyl’ras lap while the other woman’s hand slipped from her tail and squeezed at her soft breasts once more with her strong hand. A moan of pain mingled with pleasure left her as she looked down at Tyl’ra with her face buried in the tiefling’s cleave. So it was not just sexual? She would actually be Tyl’ras flesh and soul? The ttiefling cants her head as much as the painful grip on her hair allows and her glazed eyes stare onward needily at Tyl’ra as she tries to think. Did she was this commitment? Did she want to be with Tyl’ra for as long as that entailed? Why was she even asking herself such foolish questions? Tyl’ra was the sole reason she survived and Nisha would easily give herself to her but while she may be the elf’s little Kanda she was not going to be her little lapdog. Oh no, Nisha was going to make Tyl’ra fight to mark her and every day after that she would continue to display that same brazen and playful spirit.<br/><br/>Words interrupted her strained thinking once more, words that were punctuated by a growl of sexual frustration and need. It was a sound that made Nisha shiver in her lover’s lap, thje tieflings back visibly arching as she did so before those beautiful inky black pools of obsidian focused on Tyl’ras own eyes, though they were still far from clear.  “And so you will see every inch of me. I’m your Kanda after all.” Her own voice was strained with lust, rising and falling between octaves a she struggled to contain herself and the shivering excitement that wracked her petite form. Nails raked up her thigh and toyed at the hem of her shirt and lips met with hers yet again , tongues meeting in a skirmish before Nisha pulled back panting and stood to rise to a swat on the rear that made her let out a cute little squeak of sorts. Nisha shoots the elf a sort of look that was equal parts aroused at the action and curious, rubbing at her lace clad bum as she sashayed ahead of Tyl’ra with her back to the elf before turning around.<br/><br/>It was then that the ‘dance ‘ started. The teiflings wide hips rocked to a rhythm that only she heard, rolling sensually like a famed belly dancers as her fingers hooked in the hem of her fine black tunic and began to slowly take it up. Her long and sharp nails raked at her perfect porcelain like flesh and just as the hem of her delicate, frilly panties showed she spun on her heel, tail snapping out to the opposite direction of her body for balance instinctively  in a graceful and fluid motion. Her shirt continued to travel up as her hips moved to the siren song only she heard, the background beat slow and steady like a drum in her mind. As she moved and her hips rolld and back arched the woman’s tail also danced with her body, the thick fiend-like appendage moving with great agility and flexibility, it was at least just as flexible as its dexterous owner. The silk of her tunic rode up her back, and then hit the floor exposing the sides of her heavy tear-shaped breasts and the skin of her pale back to the woman. Her dainty bum was covered in little more than black lace that conformed to the curvature of her rear and pushed up the two mounds of flesh, a little hole cut for her tail where it jutted from the base of her spine. Her legs were lissome and well shaped from walking and waiting at her mother’s establishment, the curvature of her calf especially pleasing to the eye as her muscles flexed and her back arched out. The woman’s spine curved into a serpentine shape and with the skill of an erotic dancer and the careful use of concealing angles she stripped herself of her panties in one smooth and easy motion, the angle of her legs and the closeness of her thighs preventing Tyl’ra from catching any sight of the surely feminine and dainty sex that lay between her legs until she turned around of course…<br/>That motion was just as graceful and finally with it she was exposed to the brave warriorress, the full flesh of her bountiful breasts ( at least bountiful in Tyl’ras eyes) , their perky pink nipples turgid and puffy. Her stomach soft curve to it, kept fluffy from an easy life and plentiful food though she was far from out of shape. Of course as Tyl’ras eyes raked down her lover’s soft and pleasing form  they most likely would be drawn to the very unfeminine member between the tiefling’s legs. It was at least six inches long and curved upward proudly and fully erect with the foreskin just barely pulled back to expose the glistening glans. It was also definitely thick, at least a woman of Nisha’s smaller size would have trouble getting her fingers completely around it though Tyl’ra would likely find it a more pleasing handful than actually hard to handle. Needless to say just like the rest of her it could almost be called beautiful of its own, smooth and hairless with the only prominent vein being that which ran down along the underside of her erect shaft.<br/><br/>It was with this reveal she stood there with her hips confidently cocked and her hands on her hips with bountiful chest heaving with panting breaths and unashamed arousal. “ And there it is, every inch of your cute, little  Kadna. Is she pleasing to the eye?” Those words were underline by sexy swaying steps towards her lover, her tail swaying in time with her hips as she closed the distance once more and made to push Tyl’ra over in her shock if she could, cambering on top of her and straddling her hips. If Nisha actually succeeded she would feel the throbbing length of the very real cock against her stomach as the tiefling grinned down at her. “Mmmmm…. Are you so sure you still want such a possession? I’m okay with either you know? Maybe I’m just too much for you.” Her finger hooks under Tyl’ras chin and for the first time this day she initiates the passionate kiss, her tongue aggressively seeking the elf’s own and working to pin it in defiance.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>