Rizzid's  hands tightened around the bedsheets as Zelara ate her out. She too was skilled in the oral arts, although she wondered if the noble cleric ever had a man or preferred the flesh of a woman exclusively. The artisan was briefly yearning when Zelara's lips pulled away, only to moan in bliss when her womanhood was entered yet again.<br/><br/>Rizzid pulled Zelara in as her legs wrapped around the futa drow's back when the pace picked up. Her breasts pressed up against Zelara's own as she returned the kiss, her stiffening nipples rubbing and teasing against the cleric's to provoking a counter reaction. Her mind was going a mile a minute when the cock reached the crescendo of speed, the smell of sex and sweat filling the room, heavy breaths panting, as the commoner began to reach her limit.<br/><br/>"Ahhhh, uhhmm, oooooo! Mis...Mistress, I don't know if I can hold it any longer! I'm going over the edge! Awwwaaahhh..."