The warm wall quaked as Liandra felt the gentle patting of Camille's hand behind her...was she ignoring her words, could Camille even make out what she was saying, Liandra wondered as she lay there masturbating herself harder and faster.  She wanted out of here...out of this warm, sexually scented cavern that was driving her crazy with a deep set lust of submission for her dear friend Camille, but yet...part of her didn't want to leave, the arousal she felt was too great and was drawing the tiny girl into a very submissive state of mind.  She was a prisoner...trapped in this moist and dark cavern that belonged to her lover, trapped in her own desire to remain near this scent forever.  If Camille never let her out of here then she may never feel the want to leave this place.  She was beyond the stage where she was in love with Camille, now in a state of eternal devotion...it was getting close to a stage where Liandra would do anything the scorpion girl asked of her, no matter how much she would normally resist.  Liandra struggled to maintain her control, but she'd already lost that battle the moment her fingers had reached down to caress her sexual organs while surrounded by the incredible scent of sex.