A smirk tugged heavily at the corners of Iseniel' s thin, peach toned lips as Nymiri struggled to cope with the insidious whispers the succubus fed her. Her fel green eyes glowed warmly as they firmly held their gaze on the young priestesses' lovely blue eyes. They were so wide and full of confusion, fear, and even lust. The Blood Elf wished at that moment that she could drink them up and savor that view forever but as quickly as it came, it had to pass and her little pet looked away from her with her eyes cast downward in deference. She almost wanted to snap,  to tell the woman to look back up at her so she could stare into her eyes for just a moment longer, but that would only undermine the point of this all. Besides,  the lack of eyes to gaze into opened up a breadth of new possibilities for Iseniel and her eyes greedily took their chance to follow the shapely feminine curves of the Night Elf's body.<br/><br/><br/>"She's so painfully beautiful, isn't she?" The almost proud smile on the Sin'Dorei's lips could be heard in the inflection of every word as she voiced her query. The praise wasn't without intent, however. The gentle pushes and commands needed sweet tempering or she knew they would eventually fail with Nymiri. Iseniel may be a sadist but she was nothing if not cunning and her firm hand was always backed by an almost paradoxical gentleness at times. It was no different than Nymiri's relationship with Elune, or that is at least how Iseniel chose to justify it. She wanted to know she was loved in return, even if the Blood Elf's hand was far more firm in action than her Goddess' own.<br/><br/>"So beautiful, mistress." The succubus cooed the words into Nymiri's ear with the intent of forcing a shiver down the woman's spine. Her hands slipped from the elf's arms to her sides and soothed down toward her hips where they came to rest as she did so. Every move,  every touch was a play to get a rise put of the young woman, an attempt to drive that wicked spell further into her mind like a spike. " Do not be shy. Take pleasure in her admiration of your form. Is your body truly anything to hide or feel shame over ?" Like a serpent her voice was low and syllabant,softer than a whisper, and the tendrils of her magic coiled slowly about Nymiri's heart all the more. " If you were not hers, I would have taken such joy in utterly devouring you..."<br/><br/>While Alonya whispered and caressed, Iseniel watched on, unable to suppress a shudder herself as she imagined what the succubus could possibly be saying. It wasn't long before her excitement got the better of her and she cleared her throat gently and stepped forward with a hand outstretched. Her agile, delicate fingers curl in Nymiri's aqua tresses, pushing the silky curtain away from her face and  combing down through the back be for before her hand retreated and with that action caught the other elf's chin in hand. She tugged and forced Nymiri to look up once more , eyes burning with desire anew.<br/><br/>"Stand Disrobe me then. Alonya will take care of your final garment. You will earn the forgiveness you seek. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>