Not long enough

Hyte takes the initiative, grabbing Silvia by her slender shoulders as she kisses the drow once more.

Silvia's assertiveness melts away under the tender attack, and the obsidian-skinned cutie is soon moaning into Hyte's mouth as she instinctively spreads her legs and lets her pale lover gently push her onto her back.

Hyte breaks the kiss as Silvia submissively folds her arms and tucks her hands into her armpits, leaving her chest uncovered and pushed slightly together to make her non-existent mounds look a little less flat.

The disgraced jailor attempts to mimic what Silvia did to her, but she isn't nearly as experienced, and the whole thing takes on an adorkably clumsy atmosphere.

Hyte kisses Silvia down her neck and towards her achingly hard nipples. The pale elf stops to sloppily suck on each of them, making the drow gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain when Hyte tugs on them just a little too hard.

"S-sorry..." the pale girl apologizes as her cheeks turn red.

"DON'T STOP!" Silvia breathlessly snaps back as she spreads her legs and then reflexively folds them at the knee, assuming something resembling a butterfly pose on the floor.

Hyte eagerly resumes her duties, gently caressing Silvia's tummy, making the little dark elf shiver before she finally gets to her true prize: Silvia's quivering quim.

The drow's love juices are flowing freely now and puddling on the floor beneath her full ass, effectively marinating herself in her exotic, musky, needy scent.

Hyte takes a loud, deep breath, her eyes squeezing shut as her whole body trembles. The scent is intoxicating.

"Mmmmmmm, you smell soooooo goooood," the jailor coos, making Silvia blush and squirm.

"D-don't say thaaaaaaat!" The dark elf whines, even as she spreads her self wider.

Secretly it's a relief to Silvia. The other drow always used to tease her for being such a wet, sensitive, fragrant girl. Some of them even joked she must have had a slutty human ancestor in her family somewhere, judging by how easy it was to get her going.

"But it's true..." Hyte responds as she slowly moves her face towards the dark elf's sloppy treasure.

Time seems to slow down for both of the elven beauties as Hyte makes her final descent. Silvia is blushing and sweating and panting in anticipation of what's about to come (her :p), and her hard, needy little clit twitches in excitement every time Hyte's hot breath grazes across it.

Hyte's heart pounds in her chest as the scent and sight of her bully-turned-lover slowly fills up her senses until it becomes the only thing she can see or smell.

The pale elf's hands are shaking, her breath is ragged, and her palms are sweaty, all in anticipation of what's about to happen. She takes one final moment to look up at Silvia, seeing the drow's mouth open and moaning and her eyes half-closed in anticipation, and works up the courage plunge face first into the greatest treasure the Underdark could ever offer her.

Silvia lets out a silent scream of ecstasy as Hyte takes her breath away. The drow's legs uncontrollably spasm and shake as pleasure courses through her body. Her hands uselessly thrash about, tugging first on her nipples and then going up to her face as the little dark elf writhes about.

It's never felt like this before. Never felt this good. Silvia tries to tell Hyte that, but all that comes out is "HArs MuhM JoLKHNa!"

Hyte continues to lap and lick, emboldened by the obvious pleasure her lover is feeling, all thanks to her.

Silvia arches her back and lewdly shakes her hips, pushing her pussy even closer to Hyte's face as she loses her mind. She starts babbling in drow, as her brain dribbles away from the sensory overload.

Both women are so in the moment and so in-tune with each other, that neither one notices as the door to their cell slowly creaks open...