<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f3/Lebhannah_is_panty.jpg)</div>Name: Lebhannah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13308946#msg13308946)<br/>Time:  Day 1 Afternoon<br/>Location: Suite<br/>Tagging: Cathris, Callista<br/>Notes/Warning: Homoerotic<br/><hr/><br/>"It's..." A finger slipped under black strap to raise it away from the dimpled skin. "Tight." She followed it to the tie, and released with a musical twang. "So it's true, demons do crave bondage." Her hands were on Cathris' hips, and she invited playful, and what she continued to envision as clawed fingers to encompass her own. This breezy virginal white was the furthest thing from restrictive. It took a wanting press to even feel the warmth of Lebhannah's hip beneath the fabric. "I wonder if it's also true you'll do<em>anything </em>for the promise of a soul." Arrogant smile crowded close til the fire in Cathris' eyes were all she could see. Gazing back were the blue of an endless sky, not truly Ms. Thorne's opposite, but the stark summer firmament which must always precede and proceed Cathris' low, smoldering sun. "Even..."<br/><br/>The mortal entered. Lebhannah turned, and withdrew her fingers from Cathris' straps. "Peace be upon you. All is forgiven." She seemed a little nervous, this Callista de Sanctis. A little bit guarded in her body language. Lebhannah had learned in her studies the unique vulnerability of mortals to sin, the shame it weighed on their immortal souls. This, she expected, was her first time actually seeing that sin. "Is there something you need to confess? Let us be completely honest and unburdened, so we might enjoy the pleasures of this paradise together. I confess to wondering whether you are cut, like the tribe of Levi, or uncut, like the sons of Joshua."<br/><br/>"And you, young succubus, are to stay here with me." Toned arms snared around Cathris. "Grant our woman guest a short reprieve in privacy." Lebhannah was physically stronger than she looked. The stresses of flight, not insignificant, rendered her down to a sleek athletic bird. She trained on where to place her hands, and how to deny an opponent leverage. How to twist, what helpless places to exploit, how to pin. With a breathless pride and joy she longed to test it on Cathris. She had never grasped the base of a whiplike tail before, and savored the challenge it might pose. The couch called. Her body pushed, glistening with anointed oil. She regarded Callista over her shoulder. "Take your time, child of God. Angels do not tire."