<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BjOegmwIIAAPVmA.jpg)</div>Miyuki flipped herself with enthusiasm, her expression a sly one as she felt the playful blow on her tight bottom, resisting the urge to stick out a tongue at Jax for she might delay the halfling of his reward. The table was warm, just like the Laelithian heat, but Miyuki was hotter. Not in the sense of her sexiness, but the sensation building in her body as she spread herself, the warm air at her moist sex giving out the sweet scent as Jax once again fell upon her like a warlord claiming his woman.<br/><br/>The size of the halfling did not fool her, for many a times did halfling laborers valued for their ability to get to places humans can't, visited the shrine to pay their respects or request a blessing from a priestesses. They would have Miyuki guiding them into the chambers, her hands running along their body as she stripped them down and cleansed them in the light holy oils of the shrine. She enjoyed the moments their muscular arms held her down as they engaged in the services provided by Miyuki, the woman enjoying the strength displayed against her body as their rough, tanned skin connected with her smooth pale body in powerful thrusts. She preferred people such as those than virgin scholars who spent their days cooped up in their rooms filled with scrolls of knowledge. Those boys could entertain her with an intellectual conversation, but even Miyuki could push them down and dominate them, the priestess needing to lead the way instead of the other way around.<br/><br/>It was no different here, the soldier of a halfling guiding her flexible thighs upwards. Miyuki complied obediently, wanting Jax to enjoy her as much as possible. Miyuki lay on her mane as she prepared herself, her hands holding her thighs upwards so Jax could focus on his feast.<br/><br/>The second assault immediately brought a cry of delight from Miyuki, a sound of pure love coming from her mouth as her voice was forced by the newfound aggression of the halfling. As much as she loved the gentle touches of a male, a mixture of both was what really turned the bard on as she was now. His hand ran down her skin, rubbing Miyuki as she placed a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the moans as she feared bringing in a waitress or someone else to observe the source of her cries. The hand now held her down, Miyuki instinctively fighting against the press as each assault by tongue and lips sent a wave shooting up her body, her hips rising instinctively only to be held in place by the halfling's sturdy hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh... oh.... oh-aaah..."</strong>Miyuki squealed as Jax expertly drove her mind towards the limits of pleasure. This was the work of a professional, not simply a man who wanted his rod into her snatch, and out before she could even feel any sense of enjoyment. Miyuki was a conflict of feelings, pining for Jax to keep up his momentum, yet wanting him to go at a pace where she could feel every bit of pleasure. This was the work of an experienced lover, who does not wish to send Miyuki right up to the throes of orgasm, but to take her on a journey, allowing her to experience the different emotions she felt right now. The frustration of him slowing was quickly replaced by the joy of feeling pleasure, with a greed for the orgasm being suppressed by each lick and entry of his organ.<br/><br/>Miyuki gasped when his mouth left her, the bard thinking for a moment that she must have messed up somewhere, a panic rising in her mind as her body screamed for continuation. Before she could even consolidate her thought from the sex-induced confusion, two digits of his fingers slid into her soaking wet canal as Miyuki cried out loud, the bard barely managing to muffle herself with a hand, her other hand gripping the table as she felt her heartbeat accelerate, the thumping moving downwards to her groin, the signs of an orgasm building in her love canal.<br/><br/>The tongue resumed its invasion, and Miyuki could hold on no longer. A few more seconds, she always thought to hold, yet she was afraid of just letting everything go. Just as her hips tried to fight their way upwards once more, Miyuki's hand on her mouth slapped the surface of the table, a high-pitched moan escaping her mouth as her juices gushed out from her sex, flowing right into the mouth of Jax as her legs shot outwards, her joints seized by the moment of ecstasy. Her ejaculation came in waves, flow after flow of heavenly sweet honey dripping into whatever awaits them, the smooth thick liquid pumping from the wet petals of her sex. Her body glistened with sweat, a light sheen forming as her robe came apart, Miyuki pulling the sash off so her torso might feel the brush of cool air.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh.. oh... oh... Ja... Oh.... Jax..."</strong>Miyuki whined as she placed a hand over her heart, feeling the thumping return to its normal rhythm, but still experiencing the climax of their little session. Miyuki turned her body to the side, curling up in a fetal position as she shivered slightly. A few moments passed before the bard could collect herself, Miyuki returning to the flat of her back as she pushed herself upwards, a genuine smile on her face as she blushed shyly.<br/><br/><strong>"Is... are... are you satisfied... with Miyuki?"</strong>She asked, instinctively moving to the third person speech often used back in the shrine when addressing her guests.