Note grinned as Doxi selected a gag, and eagerly opened her mouth wide so that Doxi could fit it into her.  Before the strap was even fully tightened a bead of clear spittle was already forming on her lower lip as her eyes, bright despite the milky whiteness inherent in their race, watched every move that Doxi made intently.  Her tongue pale and tinted slightly blue poked through the ring to lick at the outside of her lips, and she moaned softly.  Her breathing quickened as she watched Doxi's futacock form again, and the captain couldn't help but notice that the priestesses nipples were rock hard, the mithril rings set in them dangling as she hung helplessly.<br/><br/>Note couldn't do much in the position she was in, but as Doxi pushed her futacock into the O ring of the gag, she felt Note's tongue swirling around the head.  She was obviously a very experienced cock sucker, as she swirled her tongue around the shaft and licked the sensitive spot behind the crown.  Copious amounts of drool began slathering Doxi's futacock as the priestess worked as hard as she could to bring Doxi what pleasure she was able to give with her mouth.  Her moans and soft sighs gave proof to how much she enjoyed it as Doxi began fucking the woman's forced open throat.