<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)</div></div>"We'll have to get her off before we can get anything done, hmmm?" Nuria chuckled in agreement as Phelypsis melted into a big muscly, moaning puddle  under her skillful hands. If anyone could keep up with her in raw physicality, it was this demon who was currently barely holding onto her wits. The Godlike woman loved the dopey look in the other's eyes, loved to watch strong limbs reduced to shivers and little spasms. Loved to see just how much pleasure she could draw from the Anda.<br/><br/>She would have to make a point to play more with those heaving giant tits. A lot more. The contrast between Phelypsis' warrior culture and skill, her sensitivity and those meek unfiltered responses was simply too delicious.  The fire-wielder took full advantage of the massive opening that her mammary ministrations created and tasted Phelypsis, again and again, dark lips against plush pink. It was a contest, almost, between how many moans she could coax out fully and how many she could stifle as they were smothered by her own hot lips. And they were hot indeed - sweltering, in fact, as the passion rose further in the Godlike woman. It was a good thing that Nuria never held a kiss too long, making the sensation intense -- then lingering. Pleasant heat spreading where her lips had touched. The tan-skinned woman knew her game, knew how to move to keep her heat a pleasure enhancer when she wanted to. It had taken time and many less fortunate lovers, but this she had mastered.<br/><br/>Of course, getting bothered over tending to red-skinned Phelypsis was one thing, what Ayca was doing quite another. Nuria was concentrating on her own efforts and, perhaps unfairly, trying to blend out the way the redhead was painting her up and the feel of her lips against her spine, the touch of her breath as she giggled. She was not succeeding quite as well as she hoped. Enough to maintain her concentration -- but not nearly enough for her not to have grown sopping wet by the time Ayca turned her attention towards her nethers.<br/><br/>Her nimble fingers flitted lower along Phel's thighs, briefly remaining there as Nuria once again contemplated the demon's figure -- not jealous, her own curves were ideal for her own purposes and manner of fighting -- but in appreciation. Those were some proper child-birthing hips -- and lent Phel's stance the solidity she needed to draw out all her strength. "That's good, Phel," she praised the barbarian in response to her promise to hold on. Of course, she had not expected for Phelpysis to overcome her meekness and start an 'assault' of her own. "Tha-- oh.<em>Oh.</em>." Her lips formed a brief 'o', overcome with a gasp as the unexpected sensation. Her breasts were small and didn't have the jiggle, but they glistened enticingly in the candlelight -- and they were sensitive. Very sensitive of late, thanks to her new piercings. "You litt … no," she grinned. "You giant minx."<br/><br/>Of course, her attitude about these things was entirely different. She always, always demanded more. "Do it more," were in fact her exact words. Or they would have been, if she hadn't suddenly been ganged up upon, with evil hands palming her buttocks and more evil fingers reaching into the cleft between them. So it was really more like a "Do it m-mMMm-mmoooorree." And then the most evil tongue of all pushed against her folds, tasted her,<em>licked</em>her.<br/><br/>Nuria's breath caught in her throat, her fingers just short of finally -- finally tending to where Phelypsis had wanted them in the first place. Instead, as the dark-skinned woman sucked the air, a powerful tremor ran up her spine and her nails dug into Phelypsis' skin, right into those delicious thighs. "Hhhh-haaaa." A fleeting pain only as the muscles in her hand unclenched and Nuria stretched into the sensation, luxuriously arched her back. Keen eyes fell onto Phel's hips and, after a low eager moan, her fingertips danced on red skin once more. They eagerly massaged the demon's mistreated flesh, as if to make up for the reminder of this encounter that would likely stay with her for a few days.<br/><br/>With Phelypsis now close and all the supporting hands and thighs she could ask for, the fiery warrior was of a mind to take inspiration from their red-headed vixen's attentions and leaned forward. "Yoouu … c'mere. I'll show you how it's duh-" The word escaped her for a moment as an Ayca-tongue lashed against her by-now sensitive inner lips and was rewarded by another little jump in Nuria's breath, another buck of her hips in an attempt to seek even more stimulation. "--done," she finished after a moment and nuzzled against Phelypsis' belly, pressed a kiss there, then another as the grip of her hands tightened and she went lower, lower until she finally reached the barbarian's dripping honey-pot. With it right in front of her eyes to admire, the Godlike didn't hesitate -- there had been enough teasing, enough lead-up. She dug right into it, eagerly lapped the moistness up with a large lick along each side and then took the proverbial plunge inside, beginning the explore the sorely Nuria-attention-deprived Phelypsis with her tongue.