Lasciel felt the invocation, and the sheer shunting of power pushed her to her knees. Belial was of a different order than her own princess, but his presence was unmistakable and she had stayed away long enough for the taste of that kind of power to be nothing short of overwhelming.<br/><br/>She was about to struggle to her feet when she felt Samuel approach her, and she swivelled around on one knee to face him. His need was almost palpable, even if she hadn't seen his gaze trail down her front, where the catsuit had slipped more open, exposing one breast fully and most of the other. She reached down and unzipped it fully, almost down to the crotch, and beckoned Samuel with the other hand. 'Come to me,' she said. Those three words were enough.