Hedria still lay as her cushion, but she held a pound of flesh rent from Wild Hearts arms and upper chest in clawed flesh and bitten from her shoulder in the throes of pleasure. "You enjoyed it," the demon purred into the elemental's ear just before she thrust her forward and into the slave that had been brought into the circle to play with her breasts. The two landed with the slave girl, terrified under the weight of the green beauty. Wild Heart's coordination fighting with her body's need to keep cresting.<br/><br/>Laughter from the side and behind her echoed in a familiar wild fashion as Wild Heart noticed the sorceress held the leash and was the hand resting on her now upturned ass. "<strong>Hold her,</strong>" the order was from the sorceress, "<strong>I agree Hedria, nice view.</strong>" The slave girl wrapped her arms around Wild's shoulders and closed her eyes in fear.<br/><br/>As the mortal shivers in fear, and Wild Heart regains her composure and reflex control, Hedria leaves the immediate view, the sorceress stands within arm's reach, a taunting smile on her face. A moment later, the tell-tale flicker of flames comes around the corner. Let her stand, but she needs your hugs little one. The young girl, no more than 20 years loosens her grip without releasing her arms. "Stand," the girl acting as peacebond whispers, "or the whip." The girl moves with Wild Heart and helps her stand, rubbing sensitive breasts in the motions, all without releasing her encircling grip. The neomah entered with a brass torch, the scent of incensed oils burning within its cache. "Heat, for you have obviously chilled again" The demoness sneers offering the torch with one hand as her other flicks Wild Heart's right nipple. "Behind her girl, and hold the torch for her."<br/><br/>"<strong>This is my gift, misuse it and you will use it on the girl. Take the torch, repair the ribbons your flesh is in, bathe along your arms, and across your breast, then offer the torch away. Take too long, and I am watching, and you will treat her skin to the same flames, though I doubt the outcome will be the same.</strong>"<br/><br/>The flames of the torch lick over Wild Heart's skin, a caress as familiar as a lover's. With each passing moment her native element invigorates and seals her wounds, her pains wash away and her fatigue vanishes. Hedria stands attentive, her hand on the leash, the human wrapped protectively around Wild Heart trying not to get burned as the elemental gains her wholeness. Her eyes still crushed together, her words of cooperation a litany of terror in the girl. As Wild Heart is almost whole the flames gutter and burn out, the oils consumed the job not quite complete.