Fallon kisses the girl once more as their bodies melt together like warm wax, and her eyes darken with fascination as Senna's body starts the sparking flare of climax deep inside.  "Oh, that's nice," she says against the girl's lips between the fluttering kisses, then draws Senna's lower lip into her mouth and glides her tongue across it before giving it a tug, then releasing it.  "Come like I want you to, Senna.... you've got such a need in you..."  She watches Senna, spectating her pleasure, her body's display, like some wonderous machine she's set into motion.  Her fingertips glide smoothly from slick caresses to gentle tugs as she works the length of Senna's slit, finally-- and with a certain greedy smile, tugging aside the damp crotch of the young woman's panties, frigging her clit with smooth circles that produce a sound like a busy, determined painter at work.<br/><br/>The amber eyes of the elf are not worldly and wise, not now... they are hungry, eager to ellicit every cry from the half-elf's throat, probing and studying every twitch of her body, every unconscious thrust and convulsive twitch.  She is voyeuristic, amused, reveling in the source of Senna's self-consciousness.  Perhaps this isn't like the girl, to be taken and played like some fine instrument..?  Fallon even giggles-- she sound girlish and flirtatious, greedy for Senna's lust to consume her right before Fallon's own eyes.