<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ljYAgW2.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Vergil1989 rolled: 4d6<br/>Comment: Soul + Seductress<br/>Result: 1, 5, 4, 2 = 2 + 1 = 3.  Barely but it works lol</div></div><br/>Okay she had walked into that one, but despite her mild disappointment in failing to seduce her way to getting the ring removed, she had to admit, being so tenderly touched by the lamia was very pleasant to her already aroused flesh.  For a moment, Zerxel found it incredibly hard to pull away even after the snake woman had backed away, her fingers no longer in her hair, and her tongue no longer so close to her lips she could practically taste her, but with a shake and a forceful step backwards, Zerxel was back in control although she didn't bother pulling her armor back in place.  There'd be little point, so she sighed and shrugged as her friends made their opinions known.  Shugar at least had a valid reason to want to be screwed along with her, so allowing her to tangle with the lamia again might not be such a bad idea just on principle in regards to her magic.  Bo though was another story, and while she said she'd help, her heart wouldn't be in it, so there was little point in forcing the issue.<strong>"No, I think between me and Shugar, we can get what we need out of her.  If anything looks amiss or someone decides to barge in though, I'd feel better having you standing guard Bo.  This might be a safeish place, but I'd rather not take any chances."</strong><br/><br/>No sooner had the words left her mouth did the most unexpected thing happen.  While the arrival of a Priest of Cyril wasn't unheard of, she hadn't expected what followed to happen at all as the person, entity was probably a better word, handed over a scroll that apparently was just as surprising to the lamia as was what it was being used to purchase.  Blinking her red eyes in abject shock, the Drow wanted to argue against this, but she just as quickly bit back the impulse since this was what sponsors were meant for.  While it still rankled her somewhat that she had needed their help in this situation at all, it at least allowed them to keep their soul fruit as the priest soon departed with the same ease as they'd arrived.<strong>"Huh, well, guess that takes care of that then.  But to answer your question, Shugar, if she's willing, can assist.  She has a practical reason to be allowed a personal hand in our bargain, and I wouldn't deny her that."</strong>Not with how her magic had saved their lives against the golem especially, but Zerxel didn't feel the need to tell the lamia that.<br/><br/>Without further ado, Zerxel made it a point to casually walk up and over the counter, sliding her armor off and down so that it fell at her feet by the time she was standing in front of the lamia, having purposely slowed her walk to a sexy, slow, gait that had her hips swaying from side to side.  The show she was about to put on was for both the lamia, and whoever had paid for the ring to be removed.  She sincerely hoped her vampiric friend was watching in either event as she let her dexterous fingers rup up along the snake's scaly sides, her hips and body still swaying slowly, sensually, as her fingers stopped at the corset before peeling it away.  She'd have to suck the nipples anyway, but there were other things she could do first before they got to that as she leaned in and offered the lamia a coy smirk, her lips just shy of the woman's ear.<strong>"Shall we give them a show then?  To show our gratitude?  As for those other Drow, I plan to make you forget them completely."</strong>Maybe it was her arousal talking, but she didn't much care as Zerxel left a searing hot kiss against the side of the woman's neck while her fingers continued to pull the corset away, revealing everything to her eyes and the eyes of everyone back home.  Once she was undressed, Zerxel would take a handful of Thrike's left breast and squeezed it so that the nipple stood out, before pinching the hardening nub between her thumb and forefinger.  Shugar she directed to the lamia's back, her ass specifically, while her own hand wandered its slow way down to the woman's sex, her nails leaving a trail of fast fading red marks.<strong>"We're going to finger you.  I want to see your face when you cry out, and you're going to let us.  Touching us at all will force us to stop until you put your hands back where they belong, behind your back, folded and entwined with each other.  Or, I'm sure we could tie you up if you think you can't resist the urge."</strong>She was sure Thrike could turn the tables any way at any time she wanted, but it likely wasn't often she was commanded to just sit by and let someone take control of her.  People always wanted what they had never had, and being made the slave, for a short time, definitely seemed like something she hadn't endured before.<strong>"And just so there's no confusion, you're to refer to me as Mistress until we're done with you."</strong>She was trying something new, seeing how she felt about it, but if Thrike didn't like it or felt uncomfortable for any reason, she'd change tactics as required even as her right hand had since started a slow massage of the lamia's sex, her fingers pressing deep and firmly into the musculature around and just past her entrance while her free hand did the same to the breast and nipple.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">While I'm curious who did it, and why, I'm alright with it.  And I thought I'd try something new here, as you can see lol.  The idea though is to take their time with this first one, deny her slightly, maybe even make her beg for it, but the payoff would be worth it.</div></div>