Bahiyya scuffled around on her seat, her moans now actual squeals of unbridled arousal – she tethered helplessly on the brink of a thundering release and every breath was a gargantuan test of discipline. Her orgasm slowly, carefully snuck up on her, but kept its distance, allowing her to really build up a longing.<br/>Stars danced before her eyes as her face broke into a perpetual open mouthed smile. Her head was lolling backwards, shifting eyes burning a hole in the wagon ceiling.<br/><br/>One of her delicate hands flew up to grind hard against one breast through her clothes, fighting hard to push through the textile border. She was enraptured in passion and every little sense input was a lewd gift to her brain.<br/><br/>As Tamaskas coy tongue made a particularly insistant stroke across her button, that brain finally caved in: The succubus’ squeals became a downright howl of rapture, her release, oh joyful release exploding like fireworks in her entire body, causing her to spasm hard as legs spread as far to either side as possible.<br/>Two hands flew up to dig small, but very clear slits into the hilariously expensive woodwork of the Barons carriage as Bahiyya screamed in her almost painful trashing relief. Her arc made a beautiful, almost artistic arc as her body shook as if she was the recipient of an earthquake.<br/><br/>And her lucky victim wasn’t spared the onset of Bahiyyas liberation; while the trolless wasn’t exactly bathed, her tongue registered a sudden moistness between her nether-folds and a much more distinct taste of her release – and a much more distinct intoxicating side-effect.<br/>The woman she serviced felt like molten lava as blood raced through her veins; it was almost feverish as Bahiyya simply kept riding wave upon wave, hands still pushing her head against her sex, albeit weakly as her brain was quite preoccupied frying itself to a mushy pulp.<br/><br/>Slowly, delicately, the she-elf descended from her gargantuan ride, her breath haggard and rattling, sweat pouring down her forehead, eye-lids fluttering across emerald-green eyes: As her hands scrunched together, constricting her hair gently, Bahiyya moaned:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">G-gentler.. s-slowly. Keep m-me.. *sigh* ..buzzing lightly, y-you wonderf-ful pet..</span>”.<br/><br/>Emberspike gurgled a half-hearted chortle, eating the spectacle with hungry, hungry eyes: it struck him slightly absurd that he’d had his way with her barely an hour since last, and already now she was making it mighty hard for him to think a straight thought.<br/><br/>His boot endeavoured to stay on her butt-cheek, however: Oh, no, she wouldn’t be allowed to get anything from the ordeal except maybe the reward of satisfying her mistress.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>Girls, you’ll –love- the court and the courtesans with that zealous attitude – yer’s more in heat than a mutt. It makes me all tingly inside.</b></span>” The imp almost mocked her, weren’t it because his burning eyes spoke a volume of truth. She was really a fuck-toy worth the notice.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>I’s a luck we found you, -love-..</b></span>” – Emberspike cracked a toothy grin, putting some emphasis on the mockery of the word “love” – “<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>..lest all that wonderful talents would’av gone mighty to waste, wouldn’t you agree?</b></span>”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>