Things definitely heat up

Silvia straddled Hilda, pinning the large, plush, and plump woman beneath her.

Their faces were only a few inches apart and each could see the other was blushing intensely.

Silvia's hair was a wild and tangled mess, with bits of bark, leaves, and other detritus sticking out of it. Her face was smeared with little splotches of dirt that had slowly turned to mud as it mingled with her own sweat from climbing the tree.

It was too much for Hilda.

The sight of this utterly naked and savage-looking wild-woman. The erotic sensation of so much hot, naked skin pressed against her body. The exotic and primal smell of a sweaty, naked dark elf. The feeling of Silvia's weight pressing down on her and pinning her. It all mixed with Hilda's own intense fetish for dark elves and submissive tendencies.

The human let out a slutty, welcoming moan as she locked eyes with Silvia, and instinctively pulled the drow in closer to her, locking her legs and arms around the smaller woman, and giving her a sloppy, sensual, loving kiss.

Silvia was faring little better.

In the Underdark, Silvia had always been the runt of her house. She was bullied, pushed around, and generally made to do with less than others.

When there was pleasure to be had, she was always the bottom bitch, and had to endure selfish lovers who were interested in their own pleasure far more than hers.

And now, here was this soft, warm, yielding human, embracing her, and welcoming her with open arms, legs, and mouth. It overwhelmed the deprived drow, and she found herself surrendering to the moment just as much as Hilda.