She's close so quickly that she almost didn't feel it building, but the orgasm threatening to erupt in her body is powerful and totemic in its persona-- a body of need that she knows well, a vision of self not yet realized that accompanies the physical sensation of this mortal body.  Her clit peeks from behind the slick pink hood and twitches at the contact, her body thrumming and shuddering at the approach.  "Fuck her harder, Sigmund.  She loves it..." the shuddering subsides and renews and she grips the half-elf's hair in a fierce, entangling snare, tugging-- gently yet, but teasingly painful-- at the lovely locks.  A fresh slickening of clean lubrication meets the half-elf's efforts, and she climaxes, wrapping one long, taut leg around the whore's pale body as she bucks up at her face in violent surrender.