She knew she was green, she knew this felt like it was taking forever, and yes, her tongue was getting tired.  So it was at least a bit of relief when she finally came.  It wasn't the screaming orgasm that had ripped through Mera's mind when Yifa had been on the other end, just a simpler one.  "Yeah, i think I will need some practice at this..."  Especially if she wanted Yifa to feel as good as she had that night by the...no.  Better not use the F word.  Might stir up things that she didn't want to be thinking about right now.<br/><br/>It wasn't long after her 'tongue lashing' that there was a knock on the door, and Mera had to get up from the bed.  Yifa would note the very,<em>very</em>careful steps that Mera was taking towards the door.  Clever girl.  She was trying to move in such a way that she minimized the contact brushing between her and the fur coat.  She carefully opened the door.  "What do you want?"  There was a serving girl outside with a large tray.  "I have your dinner."  Mera - carefully - extended her arms, and took the tray.  "Thank you."  She closed the door with her foot, and carefully came back towards Yifa.  "Dinner is served, Princess."