<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Ixy</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Quinta, encouraged by Fiera's response, embraces the woman outright and-- showing the power in her taut, trained body-- eases Fiera down to the soft grass and sandy ground with her.  Her kisses grow wilder, more exploratory, and seek out Fiera's mouth for hot, warm kisses as the elf joins her, prone, on the grass.  Positioning between Fiera's crouched, splayed thighs, she strokes her body's length up the elf's pale flesh and positions herself atop her.  Her hands slip between their hips and fan across the elf's hairless mound, stroking the outer edges and easing along the glistening-damp flesh protected there.  She begins ministering to the elven woman's sex, her strong fingers gentle and exploring at first, then assured-- providing Fiera the firm, pleasing touches that speak from understanding of desires, mutual and in need of sating.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Moaning out at the feel of Quinta's body against her own, Fiera lay down looking at the warrior woman with warmth, reaching over to the side though, the elven woman's fingers softly strokoing along Alphonse's chest, caressing slowly and casually over that spot for a little while. Smiling, she panted as she felt the touch along her parted thighs, trembling at the feel of Quinta's body against her own. She lifted her lips to kiss on Quinta's lips corner and then her neck's side, pressing soft light kisses along the warrior woman's skin. Smiling, she arched her back a bit on the touch to her sex's mound, her own fingers caressing along Quinta's breast, caressing along the curve and stroking along it, her other hand roaming on Alphonse's chest slowly. Massaging, and kneading on his skin, she looked between Alphonse and Vashti, and at Quiinta. Trembling.<br/><br/>Her breath was shaking at the dampness she felt caressed so, her mouth parted and feeling dry she sought Quinta's lips with her own, trying to reach down from Quinta's chest to reach to the dear friend's mound, to caress her as well, fingers trailing along a small valley. Her other hand still on Alphonse's chest roaming lower, till she cast a look at Vash'ti's face, caressing on her cheek lightly and then down just above Alphonse's shaft, massaging gently at the spot slowly.<br/><br/>She enjoyed the company present, all the company present.