Stumbling on her words, Lelika just manages to complete the prayer, only a couple of syllables behind you. It does not take much longer, although for the poor half-elf, gasping for air and practically writhing in frustration, it must seems like hours. Finally your fingers and palm bring her to that sweet point of release she has been hovering around for the past several minutes. Having coaxed this out of her you maintain her in the throes of ecstasy, now focusing more on rubbing her clit with your finger, but still finding the time to deliver a smack here and then.<br/><br/>Lelika pushing out, struggling to contain the sensation in her body. Finally she falls forwards, briefly trying to stand but her shaky legs give way and she ends up prone on the floor in front of you, rolling from side to side feeble. Eventually she musters the strength to turn over and sit up, bringing her head in line with your own leaking crotch. Hesitantly she approaches on all fours, planting a light kiss there, before falling away to end up on her back. "Would my mistress like to see her handiwork?" she inquires, spreading her legs to reveals the patch of bright red.