<em>The barbed deviless looks terribly close to the edge, and is trying terribly hard to hide it. The way she squirms the smallest bit, trying simultaneously to arch into Atelia's touch and to hold herself still, the way her crimson eyes gaze pleadingly into the fiendbinder's as the spellcaster hazard's a glance at her baatezu... she needs release, but never would she admit it, for, as with all of her kind, she would, to serve her mistress, sublimate her own needs, however much she might loathe the mortal for exercising this power.<br/><br/>Then, as the archivist toys with her clit, Reaver gives a great shudder, her spines again extending, but this time fully, and staying out as the orgasm washes over her, and her juices coat Atelia's hand. While the succubi tend to cum hard by nature, by now the mortal girl knows Reaver well enough to guess why she does as well, because she never lets herself go, except at the desires of her mistress, as with now, always keeping everything locked up inside. So, as the orgasm wracks her, and an expression of rapture passes over her face, even Nightshade, licking her lips hungrily, turns to watch, as she and the rest of Team Sexy have only very rarely had a chance to see the hamatula in a moment of abandon and ecstasy.<br/><br/>Bonesaw, for his part, however, is continuing with his drink, and, not particularly caring for Atelia's games with the devil (having once been a front-line warrior in the Blood War, he and Reaver have always been on the worst of terms), he instead seems to be scoping out the rest of the room, sizing it up for any worthwhile foes.<br/><br/>Illiena, on the other hand, smiles at Atelia as the baatezu tries to keep her public display to a minimum, her eyes sliding over to watch Reaver for a moment as she speaks.<br/><br/>"I can see that. And I think I would enjoy that very much. After all... someone would have to deliver your reward, would they not?"</em>