Nestled in close alongside Arcea, Celrie enjoys the warmth and relief the warrior kitty's body provides her from the biting cold. Now that the battle was over, that Celrie was able to relax, she was becoming increasingly aware of just how chilly it truly was out here. Clearly she'd be in need of that fur coat Maribel owed her if she where to stay for too much longer. Yet she didn't have to go just yet, for not only did she have Arcea's warmth to sustain her, but also the memory of how hot it had been, during her psychic little trip into Maribel's body.<br/><br/>Things would heat up even further at Maribel's admission as to all that she desired to do to Celrie. The elf's blood running hot, as her face lights up in embarrassment from her cheeks, all the way to the very tips of her pointed ears. "Why...that sounds quite enjoyable Maribel...we shall have to discuss this in greater detail...when you and your cousin come over to visit." Celrie explains, not wanting to go into too great a detail here and now, for to do so would only needlessly raise her arousal levels even further! As much as she wanted to hear more, wanted to experience just what Maribel may have in mind for her.... she had to stay focused just a little while longer, as now was not the time, and definitely not the place out in the cold and snow. Her ears shifting as she listens in to the ongoing conversation. Nodding every now and then, only speaking up when her own name is suggested to take care of trade. "While I'm more familiar with roles related to entertainment or healing....I'd have no problems fulfilling such a task, especially if my contact happened to be Maribel....and may even have a little fun with it" she giggles, her tone more than a little flirtatious as she bats her lashes in the coon's direction. It wasn't hard to imagine that Celrie may have an entirely different method of negotiation in mind, than would typically be the case in such mundane affairs. Of course she also realized that she'd have to get to the bottom of whomever was using Maribel to observe before doing any serious discussions of the exchange of goods, but that would have to wait for another time.<br/><br/>For now it seemed the focus of activities was to be on the punishment of the racoon girl who'd landed the shot that had nearly taken poor Maribel's life. Celrie weighing in when she's asked, would otherwise maintain her position snuggled in against Arcea's front. She paying more attention to Arcea than what the cousin's where discussing right in front of her, the elf not being particularly concerned with what they decided to do with their own. This would become especially apparent when Arcea nips her ear, drawing a little eep from Celrie's lips as she leans back into Arcea's body. The warm heat of her tongue, causing goose bumps to sprout upon the elven woman's flesh, her eyes going half lidded as she focuses on the enjoyable sensation of the feline's mouth. So warm it was...so delightful at that moment, a welcome contrast to the chilly atmosphere of which she'd been exposed to since she exited the train, so much as to make the rest of her body immediately jealous for that lucky little tip of her pointed ear, a part of the elf wishing she could just shrink down and curl up with that tongue to stay warm, at least until they were back on the train. What's more, the feline's words bring a warm flutter to her chest as the elf's heart skips a beat at the mere thought of bathing....and tongue bathing alike with the catgirl. Celrie murmuring back "A nice warm bath is most certainly needed....and I just so happen to be adept at many kinds of massage....and simply won't be able to resist exploring every inch of your beautiful body...I assure you'll be fully clean, if not more thoroughly in some areas than others....by the time we're finished......of course..." she pauses a moment, a little mischievous giggle escaping her lips "I welcome your tongue to return the favor." Celrie seeming to latch onto the idea of bathing Arcea, of running her hands across every inch of her body, cleaning and cleansing her, whilst her skilled fingers knead and work any tension out of her muscles. Only for Arcea to in turn batheCelrie with her tongue, to enable her entire body the same comforts the tip of her ear had just enjoyed mere moments ago.<br/><br/>Before they can get into any greater depth of future bathing arrangements, the cousins come to an agreement as to the fate of the trigger happy cooness. It seemed they thought it best to enable Arcea to have her. Celrie giggles at this idea, seeing it as a fitting punishment, and reward for the feline. Of course Celrie couldn't help but silently wonder why she'd not been chosen for the same, despite the fact she'd of been likely to hand it over to Arcea either way...for after all sure Arcea had fought off the giant mech, had scared a number of the enemy forces and caused them to faint, all while protecting Celrie from harm....but...Celrie had done just as much in swaying the battle, possibly even more if one accounted for Maribel's change of heart and the lass she'd talked down during the battle. Likewise she should  be just as much deserving the right to the ranger as Arcea. Of course Celrie wasn't about to speak up in protest at their decision, as after all they'd either been unconscious or were not even present when the elf had done most of her damage. Especially after she feels the wave of excitement course through Arcea's body upon hearing the verdict. "Mmhhhmm so it appears they have...a good thing too, as I know how hungry you can get." Celrie teases, wiggling her rear into the feline's palm as it squeezes, only to reach back and gently pat the feline's empty tummy. The elf smiles upon hearing Arcea mention that she'd been the one to down her, asking her approval before claiming her reward. "Go ahead darling, she's all yours." she merely says, nodding warmly to the hungry catgirl. Celrie beaming all the while, for Arcea's recognition was worth more than any could ever hope to lavish upon her.<br/><br/>Celrie's eyes fixate upon Arcea as she strides forward to her soon to be meal. The elf having been intent on watching, long before Arcea had even instructed her to do so. She was more than a little curious to observe the feline eating, had only briefly witnessed the spectacle before, and even then she was in far too much shock to truly absorb what was happening. This time however she'd get the chance, would focus intently on the image, on the emotions and feelings the pair were exchanging. Celrie remaining where she'd been while Arcea cuts the straps of Juli-Ann's clothing, not saying a word as she admires the racooness' physique.  A curious little smirk coloring Celrie's expression as Arcea takes a dominant approach with her meal, grasping her hair, teasing and taunting her, only to work the girl's head fully within her mouth. Oh what that must feel like....to be in the racoon's shoes, to feel Arcea's breath, to be licked and tended to by the very tongue who'd catered to Celrie's own ear...to gaze into her mouth, look down her throat, knowing that you were destined to become the catgirl's food, that your own kin would not be there to back you up.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the feelings she had for the feline, perhaps it was the experience she'd shared in healing Maribel, or perhaps it was merely her curiosity.... whatever the case, Celrie's interest is peeked to a level where, Instead of standing idly by, and merely watching the spectacle of Arcea devouring Juli-Ann. Celrie takes several steps forward, bringing herself to stand directly behind the catgirl. There she reaches out to loosely embrace her, wrapping arms around her middle, Celrie setting her fingers to thrum atop the catgirl's belly. "Mmmm your doing wonderfully...." she whispers into the feline's ear. The elf's voice dripping with arousal,... as it was clear she'd been enjoying what she saw.... "But if you think her breasts taste good on your tongue....mmmnnn wait till our bath later." Celrie adds in, returning the tease Arcea had so recently done. Pulling ever so lightly against the catgirl's middle, Celrie brings her body flush up against her, mushing the very breasts she'd so recently spoken of firmly up against Arcea's back. There the hardened tips of her nipples would be felt protruding through the revealing clothing that Celrie wore, both from the cold, but more from the arousal she felt upon watching Arcea making a meal of the coon.<br/><br/>Celrie's hands meanwhile would begin to explore, slowly, and sensually caressing their way up Arcea's middle. Mirroring the path that her meal was taking, yet only in reverse. Her touch starting over the stomach, would work it's way up along her chest, gliding in between the catgirl's breasts, which Celrie would pause to gently cup each of them in turn, grinning and humming happily all the while within the catgirl's ears. "Mmm course hers are nothing compared to your own." she dotes upon the feline, giving each a little squeeze before continuing to caress upwards. Only when her palms reach the tightly stretched flesh of Arcea's neck would she again allow them to linger. "Ooooh and what do we have here...." she murmurs, feeling with her fingers the details of the racoon girl's face, feeling the rippling pulse of Arcea's throat pulling and tugging the coon girl down toward's her hungry stomach.  "I do wonder though....what it's like...inside that sexy mouth of yours....you think this one would tell me?" Celrie continues whispering, yet this time loud enough for the coon girl to hear. Leaving one hand in place Celrie begins to gently stroke over the imprint of the woman's face, following it's journey deeper into the body of her predator. Meanwhile her other hand would loosely take hold of the coon girl's dangling ankle. With her hand in contact with her body, and one over the girl's head, Celrie reaches out to her psychically, seeking to gain entrance into her mind, to share what she sees, feel what she feels, if only for the briefest of moments.