Iseniel expected Nymiri to rise, but she expected it in time. When the humble priestess rose to her feet in a mere instant after her command, the elf's burning green eyes nearly went wide. Had Alonya truly already dug her claws in that deeply? She knew that was the answer but part of Iseneiel wished that it had been a bit more of a challenge. Still, the succubus deserved to be commended and though she couldn't voice it aloud, the warlock knew the demoness felt the pride through their soul link, the invisible bond that tethered them together.<br/><br/>“Good, Nymiri, just like that.” The elf shrugged her shoulders as the delicate silver clasp to her cloak was undone. The fabric fell down to her feet in a dark pool that looked as dark as the void with only the glossy raven feather mantle to break up the silhouette of it on the ground. Her sash was the obvious next target and the elf grinned as she watched her pet fumble with the loose knot it had been tied in. The silky purple fabric slipped from her fingers as if it were oiled and the elf could not help but laugh as the succubus was caught up in a fit of giggles behind Nymiri, her smokey voice soon following her laugther. “ Oh she's so excited mistress, it's like her hands are shaking.”<br/><br/>As the Sayaad spoke, her confoundedly  warm arms wrapped around the elf's waist from behind and the sharp point of her chin came to rest in the crook of the priest's neck. Her horns grazed the woman's ear and it wasnt long before the demon turned her head up and her teeth could be felt as she nipped at the space just below Nymiri's lower jaw. The heady perfume of her fel-infused drifted up from her body and mingled with the various others assailing the young woman's nostril's while she worked at the sash and finally let it fall down. Taking that as her signal, the demoness let her arms drop down until her fingers hooked into the woman's dainty panties and with a single flick of each wrist, severed the fabric with her hellishly sharp nails, letting the garment fall free in tatters while the palm of her right hand smoothed upward along Nymiri's smooth middle and the other ran down along her thigh.<br/><br/><br/>The robe came away to reveal a bounty of pale, milky white elven flesh and Iseneil grinned at the befuddled priestess in front of her as Alonya  distracted her from behind. Confident as ever she stood proudly with her arms at her side,palms upturned and chin held high. Unlike most blood elvers, the warlock was far from some delicate waif of a woman. Her shoulders were narrow and her neck long and graceful but she possessed womanly curves uncommon to her race. Her full breasts were concaled by dark, nearly crimson silk and lace that left little to the imagination as it pushed the bountiful mounds close together. Her smooth stomach led down to a pair of flared hips wide enough to almost suggest the warlock visited motherhood at one point and the thickness of her supple thighs seemed to suggest the same. Of course between her legs, swaddled in the same crimson silk and lace is what most likely truly drew the eyes. A very unfeminine bulge rested between them, the lace panel of her silky garments hugging her 'woman'hood snugly and suggesting the shape of her.<br/><br/>She let Nymiri ogle for a time but eventually cleared her throat and turned around so that her back was to the other woman. Her hips swayed from side to side in impatience and in turn made her ample rear dance in front of Nymiri as she waited without words for the woman to finish her task.<br/><br/>“She's waiting, little priestess.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>