Tamaska felt frozen, only her lips and tongue able to move as the rest of her body tensed under the expert touch of the disguised succubus. The longer the kiss went on the more Tamaska's feeble resistance faltered before finally crumbling altogether. She could not think and her body took over, instinctively seeking even more pleasure. The troll arched further, forcing more of her breast into Bahiyya's forceful hand and again the elf's hot, controlling mouth muffled the soft, desperate moans that resulted. Tamaska could not breathe and each time she tried the intoxicating taste of Bahiyya's mouth seemed to flood her senses. She was to wrapped up in the sensation that she heard the sound of ripping cloth a moment before she realized that the warm air of the room was now cooling the sweat-slick front of her body. The pretty pale blue skin flushed again to lavender almost from head to toe as her nipples tightened further, throbbing almost painfully.<br/><br/>The defeated priestess was not sure how she ended up facing the elf but somehow their lips had never lost contact and both women still hungrily kissed. The slender fingers again accosted the soft, slightly bruised flesh of Tamaska's breast and she let out a little breathless moan of pleasure. The moan turned into a shocked squeal as she felt the hand slap against the toned rounded cheek of her backside with jarring force that served to push Tamaska closer to Bahiyya. just like its counterpart on her breast, the hand on her ass began to roughly grope, fingers digging into the flesh and fingertips teasing along the cleft between Tamaska's clenched ass-flesh. Somehow Bahiyya seemed to be able to keep her dancing on the edge of pleasure and pain, heightening the overall sensation until Tamaska's only recourse was to submit, to give in to the pleasure that flooded her. Again Tamaska was taken to the edge, her vision blurring and lungs burned when finally the kiss was broken and Tamaska drew several, gasping, panicked breaths into her parched lungs. The only thing her bleary eyes could seem to focus on was the the satisfied smirk that curved Bahiyya's wonderful lips. Tamaska recalled how true her earlier thought had been. She was the prey and that expression screamed predator.<br/><br/>Tamaska shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, trying to remember that the idea of being just a plaything for this woman was not right. The promise of pleasure, even at that expense was still too tempting an offer and the continued roughly groping touch was practically electric, making any option but to continue not really an option at all. "Th-thank you Miss Bahiyya." Tamaska's trembling voice managed to say. She again heard cloth tearing and felt the shamefully wet undergarment slip away from her most intimate area, leaving her completely exposed. Unconsciously, Tamaska widened her stance a little to display herself to her conqueror. Her eyes squeezed shut and a loud cry of shock and pure, unrestrained pleasure as Bahiyya's fingers surged between her wet folds to fill the innocent troll. She wailed out her lust as she was pressed against the elf's lush body. Tamaska clung weakly to Bahiyya as the ecstasy build to unbearable levels. Tamaska wanted to beg for mercy, for release but all she could do was bury her face against the elf's neck and cry out as the finger wriggled deep inside.<br/><br/>The sound of Emberspike moving into the room made the troll squirm for a very brief second as the instinctive need to hide her exposed flesh rose to the front of her mind. It was banished with an ease that bordered on contempt as Bahiyya's fingers simply slid around inside Tamaska's clenched opening, returning the troll to the clinging, whimpering pleasure-craving pet she was becoming. The part of her brain still capable of thought noticed that something sounded very different about Emberspike's voice but it was a distant thought. Currently all of her focus was on the two slender fingers working her so effectively. Still, when her eyes opened just in time to see the thing he had become push through the smoke, she forgot the incessant, pulsing pleasure. The way her smiled dampened the troll's ardour and at the same time the absurdity that Emberspike's new form still wore the same formal-looking attire almost made her laugh softly.<br/><br/>Tamaska was not truly aware that Bahiyya was taking advantage of her distraction until she was already facing Emberspike. The way the elf's arms wrapped around her kept Tamaska's hands pinned effectively a her sides. She burned with embarrassment as she looked at the huge imp's lewd gaze. She felt her feet get kicked farther apart and tried to hide her shamed face as the glistening evidence of her lust was clearly visible on her thighs. Again Tamaska felt the expert hands strike. First her breast came under assault, sending tremor of the now familiar pain-edged pleasure coursing through her. Her shame grew under the weight of his lecherous stare and when Tamaska felt herself being spread open to offer Emberspike a better view of her inflamed and soaked nethers all she could be was whine softly and squirm in a token show of resistance. Tamaska squeezed her eyes shut, trying to deny that at this point she did want to be a good girl for Bahiyya and that she was not getting even more wet from the perverse act of being displayed like this.<br/><br/>She tried to resist, willing herself to pull away but all she could do was moan like a harlot as the elf's fingers strummed her needy flesh. The sounds of droplets of wetness pattering softly to the floor between her quivering legs sounded thunderous in her ears and her blush deepened still as the smell of lust and sweat filled the room. Still, Bahiyya showed no mercy, forcing more pleasure into her captive and Tamaska undulated as she was ceaselessly toyed with. She was putting on quite a show for Emberspike without even realizing. Her whole world was focused on the sharp undeniable need for release. It had not really even dawned on her yet what Emberspike's new appearance meant. With her eyes clenched shut, the world quickly fell away and the only thing there was left was the torturous teasing touch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>