The elf's fingers massaged along the monk's breast, covering the breast in a soft hand before leaning in to press a kiss down against the monk's nipple, giving it a teasing squeeze with lips, another hand on Marric's thigh rising up to press its way higher, and brush fingertips over and along Marric's thigh. Soon enough those fingers came in touch with Marric's womanhood, and without giving her a chance to even relax to it, the elf began to knead up and down those lips sides, massaging around the mound and brushing a pair of fingers along the cleft of those lips, lightly but still, trailing all the way to brush up and over the clit's pearl too.<br/><br/>Trying to assault Marric's senses, the elf stroked a nipple between slender fingers, pinching it and giving a soft lick around the nub on that breast. Massaging all over the monk's bodies, caressing in a slow manner, brushing all over in a slow, caressing fashion. Smirking, and watching her amusedly. "Is it part of some monk tradition to deny such things?"