Fersi responded well to the insertion of two fingers and her hips began bucking in time and rhythm with Velma's additional oral ministrations.  Velma had read the dragonborn well.  Having never had a female lover, she was used to penetration with her sex, and now that strong hand on top of velma's head left to reach up and cup her breast, squeezing and pinching her own nipple.  She seemed to want to let the question about her god slide, and her attention was on Velma's actions.  The taste of her arousal was surprisingly 'normal' when compared to the way her mouth had been tinged taste and smell wise.  Of course, every woman had their own particular taste and smell, and Fersi was no different.  But there was no hint of exotic herb or electric ozone, just the tangy aroma and taste of an aroused woman.  Which became more and more copious with every passing moment, with every thrust of the fingers, with every caressing lick of velma's tongue.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, Velma noted that the woman's tongue, long and sinuous was licking across her own lips, and looked much more nimble then a human's.  Hmmmmm.