The warmth flooding between her legs was making the poor priest open her thighs and fill the air with the sweet scent of her arousal. The twitching tail of Ophedia now visibly curled underneath her robes as Ana traced a droplet of sweat with the tip of her finger, a reaction from the desire being pent up inside of her body by Ophedia's spell. The young priest hoped in vain that nobody would see the tail of the demon flick over her lips underneath her robe, the bulging movements of the white fabric visible to all who would watch the young girl twitch and supress moans in her chair.<br/><br/>'' V-very warm.. O-ophedia is.. is.. teasing.. me again.. oooh...''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>