"N... no problem!"  Miri stutters, clearly flustered by Jordan's affectionate kiss.  She flushes visibly, her pale skin reddening once more.  "Happy to help.  I'll just... finish this up."  While Miri had passing familiarity with cultures where a kiss on the lips was a gesture of friendship, she was not from such a culture herself.  She shakes her head, her dark locks waving about her, resolving to try to get used to Jordan's affectionate nature.  Her concentration returning, she lowers her head to her task once more, giving no notice to the way her shapely leg rubs against the other woman's most sensitive parts.<br/><br/>Got it!"  Miri finally says triumphantly, giving the ropes a last tug.  She watches, almost marveling as the ropes slowly uncoil from the cleric's body, bit by bit.  It almost seems like pure artistry, a sculpture on the woman's lovely nude body.  It slides as she tugs, the end sliding around the other woman's legs, her torso, her heaving breasts, her trembling, wet sex... Miri's lips slowly part as, with her task complete, she gives all her attention to Jordan.  She noted the cleric's labored, rapid breathing, the flush of her exposed skin, her trembling, heaving breasts... the wetness between her legs.  It was clear that she was extremely close to climax, and in some discomfort from it.  Miri's eyes go briefly glassy as a memory from not so long ago rises unbidden to her mind.<br/><br/><em>Legs spread, nude body trembling.  The chanting of the crowd.  Her body suffused with pleasure, but also tension, desire for release.  Wonderful throbbing in her breasts, her center almost aching with release.  "Please fuck me!"  The words bursting helplessly from her lips.  A thrill as her body is lifted, a greater thrill as sensation shoots through her at that metal shaft gently parting her lower lips, entering her... ecstasy</em><br/><br/>They had made her beg.  She would not make Jordan beg.<br/><br/>"Hold still."  Miri whispers in Jordan's ear once more.  Her arm tightens further around the other woman's middle, as a consequence pressing more firmly against the underside of her breasts.  Miri's own breasts press more firmly into Jordan's back, her delicate nipples tangible on the cleric's skin.  Deftly, with natural grace, Miri's free hand dives between Jordan's legs.  With expert precision, she finds the clit with her first two fingers, gently making circles.  She moves clinically, but with expert skill, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed, speaking no further words as she works to quickly bring Jordan to the release she so clearly needed.