Doing her best to keep her noise levels down, Celrie cannot help but squeal and squirm excitedly beneath the ministrations of Arcea's tongue. Her long elegant ears, had always been a weakness of hers, being overly sensitive as they where, a fact Arcea seemed to take every opportunity to exploit. "K-k-kitty nuuu!" she puts up a mock protests, pushing off lightly against the powerful feline's chest, though not with nearly enough gusto to separate her ear from the enticing touch of the catgirl's tongue.<br/><br/>As Arcea's tongue makes its way from the base of her ear, toward the slender pointed tip, Celrie's demeanor changes in a matter of seconds. Falling silent as her emerald eyes seal shut, she cocking her head ever so slightly in the direction of Arcea's tongue. the elf can even be heard faintly humming to herself in happy little groans and grunts, just at the edge of hearing.<br/><br/>By the time Arcea's tongue reaches the pinnacle of it's journey, lapping against the very tip of Celrie's ear, the elf's body would stiffen noticeably. She emitting a soft little shudder as her legs clamp ever tighter around the waist of her companion. Though she did not verbally admit it, there was little wonder in the fact that she was clearly enjoying this short lived exchange. Truly she loved it, with her eyes closed she was focusing on the wet, inviting warmth of the catgirl's tongue, the slight roughness of it's texture, the skill and precision in which the muscled appendage ran the length of her ear. The soft, smooth texture of her lips that gently brush her every so often, and the steady draw of breath which billows against her saliva soaked skin.<br/><br/>Of course the pleasure of such an exchange was not experienced exclusively by the elf, rather it was quite mutual. For Arcea's taste buds would drink deeply of Celrie's flavor. Her smooth skin tasting of hints of high society, of the pampering and upkeep required to keep her appearance in tip top shape. Beneath which lay the true taste of her soft and supple elven flesh. The draw of the feline's tongue causing blood to rush beneath the surface of her skin, her ears burning hot beneath her touch. Tasting slightly like strawberries, and cream, a flavor that seemed to permeate every inch of the delectable elven woman's body. Beneath that still was a sort of latent tingle, the spark of pscionic energy?<br/><br/>Though the lick itself lasted only a manner of seconds, Celrie's heart is sent racing in her chest by the time it is finished. She sighing heavily, burrowing her nose back into the soft fur of Arcea's neck. Celrie searches for her composure as she inhales deeply her companions scent, enjoying the sweet fragrance of her catgirl, the smell of Arcea she knew and loved, a smell that always seemed to put her mind at ease. Gradually Celrie would settle down, her lustful surge, brought on by the slightest touch of the felines tongue kept at bay, she once more pulls away to place her feet firmly upon the ground beneath her.<br/><br/>"Your well on your way to a private session of different sorts..." she openly teases fluttering her eyes in Arcea's direction as the pair make their way toward the head of the train. As her body is pulled backwards, held close to the stronger form of Arcea Celrie would smile softly. Wrapping an arm around her waist, and resting her head against her shoulder. Celrie was entirely fascinated by the strong feline, she had been since the day of their meeting. All they had been through and all the feline had done for her had only served to strengthen such feelings. A part of her found it fitting, she was weak and dainty to Arcea's solid strength, she was polite and gentle to Arcea's directness and boldness, she was a skilled pscionic, where Arcea was a capable warrior, why the more she thought about it, the more the two certainly seemed to complement each other quite nicely. This and of course the ways in which the catgirl seemed to be able to set her heart to melting with just the slightest touch, where only a few of the reasons Celrie found herself drawn to her.<br/><br/>To think there was a moment in time where she feared she may never again see Arcea, why she was nearly brimming with joy that now, now the pair was being shipped off together to start anew in catspaw. Why it was all very exciting! So much so that she hardly even noticed the prying eyes of the canine guard until he made his presence known. "Oh, why thank you kind sir! I was wondering how long it would be, you've saved me a great deal of time....and a guard, why that could come in handy. Arcea here may be familiar with the layout of this land...but myself, why I've not even stepped a foot outside of the city limits." she admits, giggling a little at Arcea's most recent jab towards Alexis and the other nobles. "Perhaps you could say I've the daintiest of feet...and should likewise be carried." she teases, squeezing the feline's hip a little more firmly, as she turns at her and grins. "Though if you truly want to be a help, perhaps you could deliver a short message to the duchess as to the length of our delay here?" she offers as she surely didn't want to head back just yet, and was looking forward to having a stroll outside.<br/><br/>Before the pair can exit the train car entirely however, Alexis would make an appearance. Celrie freezing at the sound of her voice, knowing all to well the accents that indicated she was intoxicated. "Oh? Well if you want to come along I won't stop you, though I'm sure it'll be nowhere near as cozy as the dutchess's chambers.....and no where as warm" she offers, not entirely opposed to the idea of having Alexis along herself, despite wanting to spend time alone with Arcea. While she may be able to get along with the wolfess....especially while she was intoxicated, Celrie was not sure how Arcea would reacto to this, as such her eyes would flit uncertainly to her companion who had a tenancy to butt heads more often than not with the wolfess in question.