Kallysta's body writhed between the illusion of her consort as well as towards her daughter's talented tongue; she some control over her pleasure in the sense that the pain kept her just right on that edge, but that only made her body tense and tightened around Krathen's all the more.  Her nails dug painfully into Lucy's scalp as she tried to keep control... knowing that with her lover's gift, she wouldn't be able to maintain that for much longer.  Her silver eyes opened to glance at the guards helplessly watching the demonic family and she managed a semblance of a smirk that usually curved at her lips - even in the throes of passion, she knew her status as Krathen's favorite and also made sure to let them know it.  Perhaps, if the mood suited her, she might make use of them when her consort was busy with his wargames... but that was a thought for another time, not when her supple body was being assaulted with pleasure from every direction.<br/><br/>Despite her status, however, Kallysta was still just an ordinary demon and had just enough time to create the thinnest of energy shields around her as Lucy's power flared around enough - barely enough of a shield so that it would spare her the worst of its effects.  The lust, she was already practically drowning in, but the added curves was something that demoness definitely did not need.  Her hands left Lucy's hair and moved to Krathen's hips, illusion it may be but that didn't stop her from digging her nails into the Demon Lord's skin in a partial demand (and silent plea for more).  Her body was on the edge of an explosive climax and it was the pleasure that only he could give her.