Silvia melts

The little drow goes limp as Hilda's lusty and lewd actions overwhelm her.

An assault of tender, loving kisses batters Silvia's lips while's Hilda's sweet and honeyed words worm their way first into the petite dark elf's trembling ears and then into her ever-faster-beating heart.

Praise has always been an elusive thing for poor little Silvia. Underdark girls are mean. Like, high school clique mean. So to hear Hilda tell her such things as 'you're pretty' or 'you're a good dancer' or 'no, I don't think your butt is too big,' well, it's more than the long-bullied girl has ever dreamed possible.

The dark elf's cheeks burn. Her heart pounds in her flat chest. Her legs instinctively spread and her juices flow like cheap wine.

"I... y-you're... SQUEEEEEEEE!" Silvia says as she emits an adorable high-pitched squeal of joy.

This kindness, this tenderness, it's more than the drow's mind can process. She's overdosing on these lovey-dovey feelings and doesn't know what to do!

She hugs Hilda tightly, snuggling her face between the bigger woman's boobies as tears of joy well up in her eyes, and then, wordlessly, she leans back, pulling Hilda on top of her and into a cuddle puddle on one of the beds.