Eager as a cat climbing upon a table to reach a bowl of milk, Janaece kicked off her sandals and crawled into the gauzily-curtained canopy bed, and ten crawled upon Mideala herself.<br/><br/>"I am truly so thrilled, so honored, I make you feel that way, a'mael," she cooed. "I myself feel anything but in control! I feel overwhelmed, utterly, enchanted by your face, by your form." Her hands ran down Mideala's now frontally bare chest. "Yet I will control you at least enough to please you as best I can...and yet at the same time, to you I surrender."<br/><br/>The knee-length white skirt of her chiton gown hoisted high, almost to her waist, as she spread her firm thighs wide to straddle her companion.Beneath, she had only a leather lambskin thong. She untied her golden-curled belt, swung it overhead like a lasso, and tossed it over the headboard. "In case you<em>truly</em>need me to take control at some point..." she led Mideala's gaze meaningfully to the golden rope-belt, and grinned mischievously.<br/><br/>While her hands cupped and kneaded the supple breasts of the elf she straddled, Janaece let her chiton slip off both shoulders, so that it clung precariously, hanging upon the peaks of her high round breasts and threatening to fall further. She whipped her head back and let the medusa-mask fall onto the bed near them.<br/><br/>Then, her hands still massaging her companion intimately, Janaece bowed her own upper body down. Her naked face rubbed cheek to cheek with Mideala's, nibbling each ear in turn, then her lips slipped over her lover's, and her tongue delved deep between.