He listened to her talk, and lay bare her own, accepted flaws. She was trying to project them on him, rightfully. But the Kell that she saw wasn't the man inside. His human things were tended to, yes, but he had a persona to play, and if she was addressing that construct, it could not answer with a man's sensibilities and weaknesses. She was trying to put the vice of Possession onto Kell the leader. That Kell had no vices other than to connect to his people. Whereas Lotte had her pretty insanity to trust to, he had to build the god himself.<br/><br/>"If I should love like someone else, then I would be someone else. But you need me to be this person. The oracle chose Charlotte as a vessel because of what Charlotte could be. It is the same with me." He smiled at that, a lighthearted apology for the answer that couldn't be as personable as he wanted. She had asked a serious thing, after all, of love and offspring, and it was his place to give her a truthful reply. Or at least make her feel as though he had.<br/><br/>He could feel her melt at his closeness. It is a powerful thing to have leaders kneel. He had done it effortlessly. He needed to keep the sin of pride under control too, in her eyes. She was touched by it, and that made it worth it. His sacrifices were small, but they yielded great results. It was the way he lived his life, spilling charisma and drowning doubters in their own infatuation with him. She was coming along so well, the quizzical woman.<br/><br/>He had noted that she was guarded to begin, but spreading tingles with his light touch made for the first cracks in her walls. Her legs opened for him too, to let him in closer. His position as a healer of faith was a good perch from which he could access people. They didn't know how to stave off someone they inherently had to let in. And once inside, he could pick whatever he wanted to do with them. Kell of course knew and enjoyed that he was a very dangerous man.<br/><br/>He shared in the intimacy for a while, bodies close, and nodded to her excuse. It seemed big brother did not need to disarm others with his lack of possessive tendencies. Perhaps that's why it was so unthinkable to her that Kell would give his child to the cult. She accepted it so well in Carlton. "And what do you want, Tess?" he asked back. He was staring into her skull, through her eyes now, because she let him. "Do you want to be your brother's good sister, or would you like to be washed over with faith, while you taste the freedom of heaven?" the fingers formerly at her collarbone fell to gently cup one of her breasts. "There's a reason why the oracle speaks during the ritual. Salvation is closest then." His hand dropped from her mound, which was richer than Lotte's, and rested in her lap, creasing her dress in the middle, where her thighs met. "Don't you want a bit of salvation?" It sounded like he was offering something else.<br/><br/>It was difficult not to smile when she was fixated on his lips. He'd caught her. This was why he'd had her brought here. When she opened her eyes again he was kissing her. That mouth of hers was withholding things from him, and he meant to extract the truth by way of her heart. He was already hiking the skirt of her dress up her parted legs to hook fingers underneath her thighs and pull her further off the edge until he could lean back and have her sit on his kneeling lap. It looked as though he was wearing her skirt, too, like they were playful lovers on the floor, finding time for their entanglement at last.<br/><br/>"You've stayed on the outside, Tess." he whispered against her lips while the corners of their mouths still connected. The hands sliding up her bare legs underneath the cloth fanning around them grabbed at her underwear. If she let him, he would lean forward and put her down on the floor, his hips pushing into her clothed cunt to remind her she was not just this lying, protective creature, she was also a woman. He kissed her deeper while rolling his lower body, the mock act of being inside her. He wanted her dizzy. He wanted the composed actress to loose a bit of herself to the moment.  This was some of the magic that he'd used to have an entire cult fucking and bleeding.<br/><br/>"Let me take care of you, Tess. You have been taking care of the oracle." he whispered and pulled at her panties to the side. Kell was practiced in this kind of thing, and knew it might hurt a little when the garment dug into her, but that the action itself let her feel dominated and wanted, if she was anything like other women that had been under him. There would be tearing sounds soon. "Accept me into you heart. Let me know you." he whispered warmly as his cock swelled against her, and all the layers between them. His face dropped close to her ear, other hand gripping her wrist as he put more of his weight onto her pelvic hill to oppress her. "Or would you rather I take it? It could be your excuse. I can just have at you, and you wouldn't have to grapple with your conflict."