The Drow straddling Dorathia seems to smile at her words, and his fingers tweak her nipples roughly as he stares into her eyes.<strong><em>"So the Ibilith knows our fairy cousin's tongue?"</em></strong>He asks, his accent showing heavily. The one above her doesn't stall at all though, he just removes the shoulder guards and bracers fully. This leaves the cleric in only her greaves, gauntlets and boots. The one straddling her releases his fingers from her breast then, and caresses down her sides as he slides his nimble fingers behind him and between her legs. The digits then begin toying with her sex through the cloth of her garments.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You wont die; you'll just be ours!</em></strong>The Dark elf exclaims as the one above her rises and moves toward her legs to begin pulling the boots off of her. They don't get so much as another strap undone though, and the dark elf continues to massage the cleric's garden. He leans forward now and begins to suck and nip at her breasts; his tongue encircling her nipple as he tries with his fingers to entice a lust within her, the digits brushing the petals of her flower as his thumb rolls along her concealed clitoris through the cloth.