<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/r9juJQ3.jpg)</div><br/>Gwyndolin chuckles as the merrow's words were cut off mid sentence, her lips and tongue put to work for a far more important purpose, "shhh...no words, just...mmmmmn very good...." Gwyn sighed as the woman's tongue began to peak out and start tasting her folds. Suddenly the adrenaline rush of combat would mix with the burning pleasure of a lover's tongue and wash over the witch, creating an euphoric sensation commonly refereed to as a "Huntresses High". It was a special kind of pleasure one could only achieve after hunting down a mate, or a "surrogate mate" as the current case may be, "Are you sure? It feels<em>delightful</em>...you should jump in now before your heartbeat settles, otherwise it won't be the same..." Gwyndolin cooed to her "true" mate, though she didn't push the issue when Rose instead turned to search the bodies for valuables. She could never understand that woman's priorities, after all riches and coin would linger on that fallen foe's body forever, but<em> this</em>? this electric heat spreading through her loins? It could only be captured during the most fleeting of moments.<br/><br/>Shrugging it off Gwyndolin turned her attention back to her new Merrow friend, grabbing her by the sides of the head and gently, but firmly, guiding her head, steering her towards her sweet spots, and softly petting her whenever the fishwoman took the initiative to seek out a particularly sensitive area. Gwyndolin had the woman stick out her long, flexible tongue, and like a woman mounting her male lover the witch grabbed the slick appendage and guided it inside her, sliding down it's length all the way to her lips, the very tip of her tongue teasing the entrance to witches womb. The merrow's taste buds would be washed in the witches honey, her sticky inner walls clinging to her invading tongue as if it where a more masculine appendage, flexing and clenching around it in a perverse massage, "Mmmm yes, good girl, sweet girl..." she cooed, suddenly wrapping one of her legs over the merrow's shoulder and around her neck, trapping her head in a prison of warm, supple thighs, and with the fish woman securely locked in place the witch began to firmly rock her hips, humping against her mouth and fucking her tongue in the most literal sense possible.<br/><br/>Now Gwyndolin began to moan in earnest, the sounds of her excitement carrying down the river bank, her juices flowing like wine down the merrow's gullet, "Yes! YES! oh fuck...." she groaned. It didn't take much of this treatment to send the dark witch over the edge, and when her orgasm took her it came not with a piercing scream, but a low, deep groan of pure satisfaction, her whole body shaking and trembling, the soft flesh of her thighs quaking against the merrow's scales as her mouth was flooded in a river of liquid lust. Thankfully she could breath under water, was the logic Gwyndolin used as she stood there and forced the obedient merrow to ride out her entire orgasm buried deep in her quim, her legs locked so tightly that the fish woman would not have been able to pull away to breath even if she wanted to, "Mmmm yes...drink it all in...savor the taste of your huntress..." she cooed softly, finally releasing the poor woman and collapsing onto her knees in front of her, putting her eye to eye with her captive, the witch marveling at how beautifully her scales glistened as they dripped with her juices, "huhf...good job...hufhh..." she muttered with heavy breath, pulling the bound up girl to nestle against her chest as she petted along her top fin. It seemed that she had managed to secure her life after all, if Gwyndolin's affectionate treatment was anything to go by, "So...hufh...find anything useful?" she called back to the others, her mind finally able to refocus on the task at hand now that her mating instincts had been slated.