Roarke played and watched as the women's kiss grew deeper and hungrier.  The exploring fingers and slow writhing made him sway, their soft moans becoming part of the music.  His arousal was strong, savoring the sight of two such beautiful Pure.  The light of their auras as they gave themselves over to the moment was intoxicating.<br/><br/>Roarke's own skin shimmered as he played.  The satyr stepped to the side to give Cecily room to kneel and to watch her trail kisses along Dawn's legs so tenderly and passionately.  He nodded slightly as Cecily coaxed and seduced with such a perfect balance of need and patience.<br/><br/>The music stayed soft and slow, seducing rather than demanding as well.