He was enamored by her red color and that made it all the more important to embarrass her further. She could move around all she wanted, it was more fun that way, as long as she didn't do anything as radical as step away or run. He grinned brightly when she discovered the genre of the book, and waited - patient also - while she settled into her position to read. It was quite something to have a pretty in his lap, ashamed of the scenarios she painted, while he was free to taste her skin. Engel knew exactly how to have fun, didn't he?<br/><br/>His hands started to wander while she made her little way through the sordid plot. She'd see similarities to her own fate, he hoped. A girl who'd valued herself by the wit of her blade was at this point of the story finding herself at the mercy of other, blunter weapons, stuck into her without killing her. The girl though, Elinne, had already found comfort in the darkness and delight in the mountains she was ushered up, only to be tossed from the steep side. In truth, Elinne was something of a slut for her own situation, and it was lovely to hear her sentiments from Lyra's uptight lips.<br/><br/>She could feel his fascination with it all trying to lift her from below. He was playing with her cleavage and courting her ear with his mouth while she diligently went through the wet, hard and heated happenings on the page. He wondered if her body understood that he was her friend, in some senses. It all ended with Elinne falling heedlessly inlove with the antagonist, and settling into joy in his bedchambers, waiting day and night for the next time she could suffer his delights.<br/><br/>Engel continued to taste Lyra everywhere he could even after she'd said the last word, sticking his hand inside the top of her dress to massage the tit found there. Some kind of secrecy from his siblings, to protect the of-age Merci, or simply because it was more fun to be at exactly an angle where they might not see. Lyra was his toy, after all, why should he not play? Eventually, when enough time had passed, someone rang a bell, and a gaggle of servants came to give them a snack.<br/><br/>The table was laid with treats, even as Loell would rather concentrate on the board, and a few pitchers of wine were provided. Among the servants was her Theodore. Loell did react at that. "A new master?" he asked. "Good for you, boy." he said and waved toward his brother in the chair. Engel was still marking her with his lewd kisses when Theo approached with a silver tray and the morsels on it.<br/><br/>"W-ould you want some of the chef's specials, master Engel?" he asked, hand shaking, obviously put in this new position to be moved closer to the ruling son and his new bedroom ornament. Engel groaned as he continued to arouse himself against her, the hand aggressive inside her dress, pinching her nipple eagerly.<br/><br/>"I have my mouth full, can't you see?" he teased and then flicked her ear with his nose. "How about you, kitten. Would you like a treat from this faceless servant?"