<span style="font-weight: bold">@Euanthane &amp; Xarces </span><br/>You feel a shiver -surpise or delight?- through her skin, then her slender fingers gently caress your face - and it's again your turn to shudder. Her lips part softly - they are lightly cold and deliciously soft, pressing against yours - their taste the sweetest you ever kissed, with some of the elf girls' unique flavour, a hint of vanilla and something ... something else you never felt before. They repeatedly nibble at yours, first at the lower, then sucking the upper, then again the lower ... and then you feel them disclosing, allowing you - inviting you - and as your tongue slinks inside, pursuing that perfect taste,<span style="font-style: italic">her </span>slim tongue encounters it, at first coyly, then sensually embracing it, coiling with umpredictable mobility, like a snake ... and the wet cave of her mouth is even more delicious than her lips, and right when you believe you could find heaven in there - she abruptly breaks the kiss, sliding away with a pleased, capricious as painless, bite at your lower lip. She steps back, smiling contentedly. Her gaze flashes briefly at Xarces, then she returns to her shy, even chaste demeanor - as convincing that you both could almost forgot her recent effusion, or even her so provocative clothing.<br/>"It's so pleasing to hear that. And you do taste so good", she murmurs softly, "But please, don't do this again...<span style="font-style: italic">until </span>I'll be asking for it. It scared me a little," she trembles visibly, in such a convincingly genuine manner ... "I feared you might actually want to *gulps* swallow me ... I know a little elf like me could appear such an irresistable morsel for a big, hungry naga gal..." She covers herself, like she was trying to protect her body from the hunger of a terrible predator - with a terribly sensual effect. Then she shrugs, with another irresistable smile. She's facing Euanthane, but as she starts speaking again, her eyes focus on Xarces' beautiful face - inspecting it, savouring it, examining his every reaction. "I often wonder how would it feel ... the warm, soft embrace of a predator's throat, its hungry and lustful tongue tasting every inch of skin, the gentle as fierce restraint of its stomach... Feeling a beloved, desired prisoner to sate your captor's hunger, feeling totally wanted and needed and savoured..." She shivers again, closing her eyes and leaning against a column.<br/>Without opening her eyes, she whispers: "Follow me, my precious guests...", her voice an irresistable melody - she guides you through the veil, inviting you in the hall of pleasures.