Merame gasped as, at the end of her dance, she found herself gripped by her bottom and pulled in towards Yifa.  She wanted to dig in her heels, not be pulled in...but the ground was hard against just a pair of feet, and there was no real strength that Mera could summon to compare to Yifa's.  She felt the intake of breath, the air around her sex being drawn into the Lunar...and she knew.  She<em>knew</em>the woman had smelled her.  And then the tongue slid across her gates, and she shuddered in response to it.<br/><br/>Pretty soon, Merame was unable to mount any sort of effective resistance against her...what was she going to call her?  Against her as Yifa slurped away at her cunt, wet and ready to supply her with juices for her consumption.  On the bright side of things, though...<br/><br/>...she knew that in a few minutes she wasn't going to be so<em>hot</em>anymore.