Moaning out with the caresses on her form, Fiera let out a shaky breath her hand reached up tightly massaging against Quinta's mound, caressing the warrior's sex with tender, but insistent touch, massaging the lips and parting them before the kisses she felt at her fingertips, smirking a bit, caressing along Quinta's lovely flower, tracing her thumb's tip along the warrior's clit's hood, trying to caress her as much as she was feeling pleasure at Quinta's touch. Something about the whole depraved, naughty show they had put up all of a sudden at the swamp, to be seen by this Vash'ti, was a strange turn-on in itself, her fingers kneading on Quinta's sex with her other hand raised to brush on the warrior's cheek as she let out a whisper.<br/><br/><em>"Its not cheating if its not a mage hand, but a willing companion."</em>She winked and moaned out lightly at the touch on her folds, whimpering a bit. "Though I doubt I could... conce....nnnnh... trate.. at this time." She trembled a bit as the fingers sought out her folds and her hips rose against Quinta's hand a bit eagerly, to her embarrassment and excitement alike.