"None whatsoever." Atelia giggles, applying her tongue once more to Fireblossom's blossom.<br/><br/>"After all, why would I ever need it?"<br/><br/>The dryad is soon gasping with pleasure, her body quivering as she puffs out small clouds of smoke and sparks, holding onto her mistress for strength, and Atelia just smiles, leaning in further.