With every touch, Senna feels her sense of self being pulled away, as if she and Fallon are melding into a single, glorious being.  She wraps her callused yet delicate fingers around Fallon's head, pulling her close, as if trying to pull the elf inside her as soft sounds of pleasure grow stronger and stronger.<br/><br/>And then, those fingers.  Gods, those fingers.  Senna stifles a shriek as she squirms, convulsing at Fallon's every touch.  Some part of her curses the wet, cotton barrier, yet at the same time, Fallon's touch is already more than she can stand.  Already, Fallon has her so worked up that she's almost at her limits.  She feels herself drifting closer and closer to climax.  It's humiliating to be so close, so soon, but she can't help it.  "I- I'm-" she tries to say, as her resistance begins to melt alongside her psyche.