Even in the clutches of release, Lelika twitches as you repeatedly sting her clit with the whip of horse hair. Twisting to the side she moves her hips away to protect her sex, but then remembering your disapproval of when she protected her backdoor she returns to lying on her back, arms by her side. When you start to use the palm of your hand she initially tolerates it well, but with the orgasm fading the pain of the act begins to overtake the pleasure and her drooping legs flinch with each strike and she fights to keep her arms still amid deep, slow breaths.<br/>Signing with relief when she learns the rite is over, Lelika sits up once you have removed the black ribbon, curiously examining the imprint of the unconventional blinding implement on her skin, trailing a finger across the marks it has lefts behind. The pink, smooth skin of her sex attracts a similar wonder and she explores the surface, biting her lip in surprise at how sensitive it have come to mere touch.<br/>Your half-elf novice accepts the half cup of wine and drains it without pausing for breath, setting the goblet down gently on the floor. She nods, first brightly then grimly as you inform her of what will happen, sitting cross legged on the bed as she watches you. “Mistr-, Alisone?” Lelika inquires hesitantly, finally able to call you by your name now the ritual is over. “I have received much pleasure, but you hardly any. Do you need me to do anything for you?” She looks, and sounds, exhausted from her ordeal, but also eager as she eyes your naked body.