The half-elf takes the offered whip, and manages to swish it experimentally a single time before being pulled in by your embrace. Shorter than you, Lelika must crane her neck for your cheeks to touch.<br/>She holds her body still whilst you recite the prayer, and jumps as the first blow land across her back, marking the skin. Not hesitating she returns the strike, her other hand moving to trace each welt she brings upon you with impressive accuracy, rarely more than an inch off as her fingers prod around the red flesh, all the while flexing her muscles against your own whip.<br/>Then on one strike her arm drops passed your shoulder, and the snaking leather reaching further down to sting your lower back, and even your left ass cheek. There is a slight shudder as Lelika suppresses a gasp or a chuckle, and her hand immediately moves to the new welt on your flesh, unable to resist a quick squeeze as she traces it.