Your novice barely seems to notice your tongue on her neck as you taste the mildly salty fruit of her exertion. With your hand removed to examine her juices, Lelika is unable to resist herself and a hand strays to her crotch, plunging two fingers into her sopping folds. "Oh Maiden," she moans, "Yes, this is right. Thank you Loviatar for bringing us together," she reluctantly pulls her fingers free as your clean hand returns. "...we thank you for giving us a world that yearns for pain and requires suffering as much as we do," she finally manages to join in with your pray, smearing the nectar of her arousal across her breasts as her limbs twitch in frustration at her desire for release. "We will whip and rip into the soft skin of this word, until scar and determination it hardens..."