The more and more that Lalia mentioned about her old mistress, the more Xentia’s appreciation for her methods grew.  Privately, she was starting to wonder if this Devries had any demonette genes mixed in - that kind of behavior was absolutely their trademark.  Looking back as Sarnai slowly but surely slurped up Cathy’s tail, Xentia can easily see the effects that her honey is having on the centauress.  She was well aware of what it could do - while she had been sorely tempted to drink her fill in their little encounter earlier, she knew from personal experience that she would have been in even worse shape than Cathy had been if she had done so.<br/><br/>Only tangentially aware of Jargal’s offer, the sudden feel of her fingers sliding down her stomach and cupping her groin has Xentia groaning and leaning into her back, which is only amplified by the sudden buck which leaves her pressed right up against Jargal’s back.  Reaching down with one hand, she unclips a clasp on either side of her panties and pulls the already-sodden garment away, allowing Jargal full access to her sex as she starts to leave a rapidly-growing wet spot on her back.<br/><br/>“Well, if you’re going to be so polite, I may as well return the favor…and if you think that I can’t really help you, then you haven’t ever had a good time with a mage worthy of the name.”  Reaching her arms around Jargal, she slides her hands up under the centauress’ shawl and begins kneading her ample bosom.  At the same time, Xentia begins to chant softly under her breath, and suddenly the feeling of several extra sets of spectral hands start running lightly over Jargal’s flanks, sliding closer and closer to her rear.  For now, they're nothing more than teasing flicks and caresses, but it's obvious that it's not going to stay that way for long.