Camille stroked Eniija unhurriedly as they cuddled in the afterglow, her fingers tracing a swirly path along the curve of her ass, up her sides, and below the swell of her breasts. Gone was the frantic urgency born of desperation, replaced with a sensual slowness to be savored. She kissed and sucked on the half-elf's upper lip, tugging it gently, and moved up to her nose to nip it softly.<br/><br/>"I hope you aren't going to face any dark lords tomorrow, because I'm hardly finished with you," the dickgirl joked, running her hand through her lover's hair. "My... condition has been seen as a curse throughout my whole life - except for a few select women, who came to know it intimately, like Andaessa I imagine. To be honest, probably more than a few," she giggled, "but none nearly as beautiful as you are."<br/><br/>Her member throbbed, soft but hot, against Eniija's thigh. She kissed the half-elf on the cheek before continuing. "I've never been much of a religious type, but I would like to visit your temple and see the mural with my own eyes, I think."