As the evening progressed a storm was setting up, casting a deep darkness over the flying ships in the sky. Winnie had begun to become more silent with every newly conjured glass of honeyed liquor. Esserea however, continued to jibe and chatter. Unsettling nerves and never ended her remarks towards the increasing tension that begun to grow inside of the room. It was almost as if she revelled in the thought of getting the two 'captains' of the ship to fight with each other. Something, that Winnie had so carefully prevented by changing her very nature of conversation with Darion over the past few weeks.<br/><br/>Unfortunately with the arrival of the grimly changed elf and her evenly terrifying hound, al that effort had been in vain. Darion had let her know that she had never been his paramour weren't it for the magical antics of the little fey in the cabin. Nevertheless, her mind had already begun to feel foggy and she was hardly paying any attention to the conversation anymore.<br/><br/>She wasn't even able to see the slight changes of appearance Esserea made each time a flash of crackling lightning lid up the room in a flash of blinding light. If she had, she would have known that the pure, raw energy of lightning was able to mess with any illusion, even the most powerful ones. She would have known that it was not Esserea, but a lesser demon sitting at their table. As with every blinding light over the dinnertable, one who would be looking at the elf, could see her eyes turn as red as the most fiery hell possible. They could see her skin starting to sag, only to be turned back to normal in the small pauses between the storms antics.<br/><br/>One could only hope that Darion would notice more than just the snarky remarks of the flirtatious elf.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>''Sooo Darion. Seeing as there isn't a little fairy here to get your dick pumped up hard to fuck Winnie's brains out again, is there anything I can do to help you make things up with my girlfriend? I see the way how she looks at you, you must be very good in what you have done to make her so timid. I would not mind a taste of that...''</b></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><i>Meanwhile below deck</i><br/><br/>Lily watched with wide-open and lust-filled eyes at how her companion was undressing herself in the increasingly humid hold of the ship. The young aviari could feel in the warmth of the sky and the trembling of the air that a storm would soon descend upon them. It not matter for the young girl though, she was too occupied with letting her fingers slide over the feminine wet folds of Eira's naked nethers. She watched, with her tongue just sticking out the corner of her mouth, how her own feathery fingers played and circled teasingly around the red throbbing knot of pleasure of the whimpering Dvergar before her. As soon as all their clothes were cast aside, Lily leaned in, hoping to surprise the woman even more.<br/><br/>With a deep sigh, she pressed her pursed lips over the little clit of her companion. Her hands clasped tightly around the woman's thighs as she lifted Eira up a bit, to make things more accessible for her. The young white aviari sucked and nibbled gently, before twirling her playful tongue over Eira's folds. It was a pleasure to taste and feel the ecstasy of the Dvergar, and she could still not believe what was happening to her at that very moment. The dust of the pixie was slowly losing it's grip upon her mind, but it was only replaced by a new and more honest sensation.<br/><br/>Lily was loving the way she was making the Dvergar feel.<br/><br/>''I've never been with a woman before, but I've seen it done many a times. Do you like the way I'm making you feel?''<br/><br/>She asked, before sliding two of her fingers up to her knuckles inside of the woman and kissed the red knob of pleasure again, al without losing eye-contact.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>