Jacinda turned on her heals without a word. She rolled her eyes and made her way to Oseron. "You..." She clutched his chin in her long spooky hand. "It would make my innards joyous if you would lick her wounds." Pointing with her whip, Jacinda ordered her Fey guard to entertain her perverse whim. The slender Fey submitted begrudgingly. Standing from the spot he was at. Walking to the bed where Briar was held captive.<br/><br/>She watched in delight as the Fey crawled onto the bed, on all fours. His glare sending wicked tremors of loathing to his Mistress. She quirked a brow, awaiting his task to be completed. Ignoring her husband's wishes. She watched the Fey incline his face toward the neko. "Continue Oseron...or she'll continue to get lashings." He obeyed. Creeping his tongue up the nearest wound. "Don't stop until you've done the same to all of them, slave." To her delight, Oseron complied the way she liked...nice and slow. Dredging out the act, as the neko endured the stings of it.