Scourge flutters her wings some more, squirming about and gasping. Her voice takes on an echo effect as a burning halo of fire forms above her head. She locks her legs firmly around Laelanith, squeezing her delightedly, and fondling her breasts even more.<br/><br/>"Keep... keep going, almost..."<br/><br/>With that, she lets out a cry of relief, a mystic sigil glowing over her, as she is wracked with wave upon wave of pleasure, and her juices leak out all over the elf's face.