<strong>Dalen Black, Human Trickster</strong><br/><br/>Dalen had a smile playing on his lips as he kissed on Noemi's inner thigh just a little short of pressing a kiss to her mound. Watching the two from his low vantage point, he was smiling appreciatively at the two, finding the sight beautiful. He could not allow himself to simply watch for long though, having been given Lilith's permission his lips returned to the warm thighs, brushing on one and then the other, before lifting his lips to press a warm kiss on the mound of venus, his eyes closed to just focus on the first feel and taste of that altar of womanhood.<br/><br/>Inhaling her scent deeply as his tongue's tip trailed the petals of Noemi's flower with gentle caress, Dalen found his heartbeat rising as he felt his desires growing stronger. Yet they were leashed, he was there to serve the two tonight, and he showed his enthusiasm through the brush of his lips kissing on the womanhood's lips, his tongue's dance trailing the small valley. Finding himself enticed by the heat and sweet taste coating his tongue, he paid his respects to her altar with ardent devotion. Dalen's fingers grasped tighter over her thighs, massaging along them while lifting his hands a little higher. Fingertips carefully brushing the petals of her flower so to part it a little, inhaling her scent deeply before pressing his tongue down strongly, massaging with its tip along the vale.<br/><br/>The trickster's heart beat faster at the scent and taste of her, yet he had sworn himself in their service that night. His tongue's dance sought to circle the hood of a pearl, to caress around it and finally brush down over it to return to a path down the valley. His eyes half-closed, he focus on his private show of worship. He desired them, but his own desire was leashed in their service tonight. Noemi's delight was the priority on his mind in that moment, even if his tongue were to feel tired, he'd press himself to pursue her bliss, yet he wondered passingly if he even would feel such tiredness when faced with the warmth and sweet delight of her taste, face pressing tightly on her mound while his fingers squeezed on her thighs massagingly.