Dejah could never have anticipated how it would feel, having Elphaba's lips on her own lower set. When her hot, wet tongue came out and slipped along her entrance, Dejah's back arched and she cried out sharply. She whispered low words in the language of Barsoom, but they all ran together, almost like a spell in their own right. When Elphaba began humming against her clit, vibrating her lips and tongue against the sensitive gland, Dejah whimpered and squirmed, bringing one hand to tug gently at Elphaba's raven locks, though not enough to deter her.