Lyla's tongue would eventually give out, and Niarra found that her over-sensitive breasts were a decided weak point to her body. Finally, though, it was over, and the pair were all but limp as they were placed in the cell. They definitely were starting to protest when the guards said they'd let them out soon, so the two laid there for a bit to recover.<br/><br/>Slowly, painfully Lyla would get up, wincing before she took a deep breath and informed Niarra. "I'm going to meditate for my spells. Hopefully I won't get whacked in the middle of it again."<br/><br/>"R-right. I'm just going to lay here for a bit. I'm feeling a little...woozy." Niarra replied, flushing slightly. Her wooziness was the product of even more orgasms than Lyla had received, due to the attention they'd paid her poor, sore breasts.