The elven woman did not have much time to enjoy her victory, the thrusting finger making her squirm and gasp, the thumb's brushes on her clit making her grip the sheets forcefully, moan out harshly and shiver from head to toes. Feeling the finger stuffing her tight slit, she grinded her thumb up against Marric's clit a little harder, her arm seeming to tire soon after though in her maons and tremors.<br/><br/>The tease was getting too strong, the kneading on her breasts making her arch up and push her chest to those hands, her head thrown back letting go of Marric's clit, her hand on the monk's slit stroking deep inside a moment longer before finally pulling a little back.<br/><br/>Feeling the caresses on her pussy she could not help but shake all over, moaning out with the pleasure of her peak, shivering all over as she grunted and trembled, moving to grind her dripping mound against Marric's fingers, her breathing shaking all over at that moment, hand trembling and squeezing on the monk's chest.<br/><br/>Shuddering, her own hand on Marric's breast stroking on a nipple slowly, caressing it slow and gentle for a moment, trying to cool down from her own  peak soon. Sucking her fingers clean she stared up at Marric and a bit deviously, she licked all over the warm mound of Marric's slit, before finally letting herself relax, trembling and groaning a bit.