Methuseld uttered a surprised gasp as the tables of dominance were suddenly turned on her, leaving the aroused raven-haired blonde (?!) on her back with a blue-haired fox working her armor away at the same time their lips met once more. Wetness, eager unbridled passion, and some form of the demonic connected the two females; as Methuseld's mouth slowly relented to Aza's more expert kisses, savoring the feeling of tongue sliding slippery-wet against tongue, Methuseld's body was still tense, as if contemplating resistance yet not knowing how to proceed. It was in her blood to take charge, and though Aza was the undisputed queen in these situations... old habits die hard.<br/><br/>Except that as Aza worked the heavy metal shell off of her new lover, Methuseld once more underwent a small change, returning to her pale-golden-haired ways and feeling that domineering fight leaving her body, seemingly content to be seduced and led by Aza's magic-fueled feminine ways and experience. Her mind in a haze, every word that left Aza's mouth occupied the blonde's full attention, and even as the fox's little hand slipped beneath the thick doublet to visit her attention upon Methuseld's neglected body, the blonde was already beginning to inexpertly return the favor.<br/><br/>One hand's rough calloused fingers gently cupped one of the intoxicating mounds that drew so many stares, while the other gently traced a line on the smaller woman's smooth bare thighs, sensual and voluptuous in a way Methuseld's body could only hope to be (although Methuseld had the potential to attract others in her own uniquely erotic, sexy way). Motions long since forgotten began to come back to her, but years spent pleasing no one except under magical command had dulled her skills as a lover. What was the first thing to come back? Why, moaning, of course. At Aza's skillful ministration, the general moaned quietly, shyly even, into the wet passionate kiss the two shared. Eyelashes fluttered softly as a gentle wave of pleasure washed over a woman that had known nothing but abuse at the hands of selfish, monstrous men for years. And though the blonde preferred men almost exclusively... well, that seemed to matter less and less as the seconds went by.