Fallon’s body trembles with the delight of watching Senna’s ecstasy, and she finds her breath mirroring the young half-elf’s, her body throbbing in sympathetic unison at the lithe, ivory body’s throes.  “Oh, that’s it,” she whispers encouragingly, carrying the girl through the waves and delighting, grinning madly, at her frenzied kisses. “That’s what I want from you…” she says in a toneless breath.<br/><br/>Her fingers ease up, massaging their way back and forth over her young, healthy lips as she returns the girl’s maddened kiss, tenderly kneading the sensitive, still-tingling flesh.  Her mouth works in return to the kiss, then are left panting as Senna’s voice forms a word against the soft, pink pillows of her lips.  They upturn, her smile stretching, showing her even white teeth, “Oh, there’s more,” she purrs, and then words are lost when she steals another passionate, open-mouthed kiss.<br/><br/>Her body presses into Senna then, her full breasts crushing themselves onto Senna’s delicately shaped mounds, and she writhes the whole of her body along the warm skin of her partner.  Without speaking, she glides her honey-slicked fingers up Senna’s body, trailing her fingertips lazily over her breasts, then places the two longest fingers at the half-elf’s lips.  There’s no words, but the command is there.<i>Taste.</i><br/><br/>Straddling her now, she uses her free hand to guide one of Senna’s arms up, placing it high over her head, then—pausing to explore the contours of her arm, the smooth-lined shadows of the artificer’s skilled fingers, the fine curvature of her clavicle—brings up the other to match, as if she’s positioning a doll.  The molten need in her eyes speaks not of play, though, when she smiles precociously down at the lovely, supine form below her.<br/><br/>That terribly precocious smile… then the top of her coppery-haired head fills Senna’s vision, gradually receding down her prone form as Fallon’s body and mouth glide their way slowly, slowly down.  Every kiss is like molten bee’s wax, every stroking caress like a blind woman’s seeing touch, until Fallon’s breath and saliva tickle the soft tuft of Senna’s nether hair, and her panties glide over her thighs.  Fallon’s amber eyes glint up with ravenous, smoldering passion as she stares into the beautiful half-elf’s need.<br/><br/>Then her mouth covers the young woman’s sex, her tonge glides into the warm crevices between thigh and sex, then closer, trading sides teasingly, until—in one long swath, she parts those swollen labia and tastes Senna’s sex.  She begins to lick, slow and torturous and methodically.  She continues, she laps steadily, finding an insistent rhythm.  She continues, she watches the girl, she sucks the girl’s clit between her full lips and flickers her tongue across it until it pops free, then resumes her panting, determined work, savoring the molten lust of the girl’s sex.