Quiet moans escaped the generals' throat unbidden as Aza's expert mouth and fingers played with her flesh, toyed with it, spoke to it in ways even Methuseld herself could not. They had their own language, the fox and the general's body, and her mind was not privy to its secrets. She continued her own inexpert attempts to mimic her lover, the silken skin contrasting strongly with her own rough hands, full of callouses, old scars, and mended bones.<br/><br/>The bewitching female left a cool trail of wetness along Methuseld's soft flesh, her erect pink nipple bearing the brunt of the sickeningly skilled attention and drawing goosebumps all over her skin as shudders broke against the golden-haired woman. Eyes closed, she was content to merely enjoy the moment passively - lover's pleasure be damned. It had been so long since anyone had taken such good care of her, Methuseld wanted to be greedy although her sudden, magicked attraction to the other woman demanded she explore her lover fully.<br/><br/>She was just about to answer with her next set of 'orders' (though Aza was fully in charge here) when Dean burst in, Donovan behind him. The most immediately obvious feature of the room would have been the massive bed in the center of it, in it an unsurprisingly clothed Aza and a surprisingly unclothed Methuseld, breasts revealed and quilted pants down to her ankles, showing two luxuriously long, shapely legs whose joining at the hips was unfortunately hidden by a flimsy loincloth. The shock on Methuseld's face was palpable; never had the general looked so terrified and embarrassed. Except perhaps merely hours earlier, when Donovan had kissed her to stop Dean. Face totally red now, Methuseld struggled to find the words even as part of her, still totally bewitched by whatever resided within Aza, wanted to give the boys a show.