<span style="color: #ff0000">"that sounds good to me my love, you two need the time together."</span>Ophidian nodded and returned the smile.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "i feel the same way my love."</span><br/><br/>Eliza had her skirt pulled up around her waist and there was no sign she had ever been wearing underwear. contrary to what Rayne might have expected having seen plucked birds in her past Eliza's bare slit looked perfectly smooth as well as plump and right now well stretched by the toy pumping into it. to her delight she would find the scent coming from the Seraphim woman quite alluring and she already knew she liked the sounds they made when flustered or turned on and her moans and croons of pleasure were a delight. she need not have worried about being sneaky, Eliza's attention utterly focused on her dripping slit and her eyes were closed tight until Rayne spoke. she screeched in surprise, an incredibly unpleasant sound for the Elf's sensitive ears and Eliza's eyes shot open to look up at Rayne as she blushed from the collar of her shirt all the way to the tips of her little pointed ears and even up into her scalp.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"uh... h-hello again."</span>her hands had frozen completely, the dildo half jammed up her twat but she shuddered a little and then slowly started working again with a deep croon.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"only if you take off your shirt... it's only fair i get something nice to look at while i put on this little show... and the bra if you have one on... oh please tell me they stand that firm naturally."</span>Rayne had no bra to have put on this morning and she had yet to get into her packages from the tailor. whether or not Rayne complied Eliza seemed inclined to her as her hands began working faster.<br/><br/>Syncilla's sleep would be disturbed but at first she wouldn't know what was causing it. the weather was fair, her Delithia's breathing remained steady but her pets also felt it. once she looked outside her tent she would see Order sitting on one of the chairs the Eternal had given her and her sister next to the burnt down campfire. the Eternal was always hard to read but if the Elf had to put a name to that expression it would be extreme anxiety and the Eternal was also vibrating just a little bit as she stared into the dead campfire.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>