Lady Azarine’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt his hand press into her thigh, through the fabric of her dark dress. His breath tickled the lobe of her ear, her hand reflexively tightening in its grip on his thigh. She let out a gentle, strained moan as his words whispered into her ear, her other hand moving to his hand. Her instincts told her to resist, but her body told her to surrender. Her nails dug into his arm as he touched her leg.<br/><br/>She looked deep into his eyes and moved her hand farther up his thigh until she could feel the bulging of his cock against his leg. Her long fingers gently teased at its tip as her other hand continued to grab at Variel’s arm that touched her, enjoying the teasing of her own body as much as of his.<br/><br/>She leaned into his ear and purred as her hand massaged him. “What shall I offer my lord today?” She pushed her leg up against his as she massaged his magnificent body with both hands. “Shall I offer my hands?”<br/><br/>She nibbled at the lobe of his ear and flicked it with her tongue. “My lips? My tongue?”<br/><br/>Her hand went back to his. She moved his fingers under her dress and showed him the wetness between her legs. She moaned as she brought his fingers against her body. “My mound?”<br/><br/>She kissed his neck as she teased his cock with her gloved hand. “My lord can be paid any way he wishes.” She kissed his neck again. “And as often as he wishes.” The thought of being used at will by his him for his own pleasure filled her with excitement. Her breathing was heavy as she continued to tease him, thinking of what he would do to her.<br/><br/>Kaiyah swallowed as she watched the writhing of Lady Azarine’s body next to her master, the throes of ecstasy clear enough in the motions of her body and the way they leaned to whisper to one another. She felt the heat, the excitement of watching, and the pain of watching. Her old master had made her serve his pleasure as often as she had watched his proclivity to enjoy pleasure, and she was no stranger to the openness of intimacy, but watching Variel with Laday Azarine made the biting sting of jealousy grow in her.<br/><br/>Kaiyah’s hand slipped down the front cloth of her skirt. She felt herself rubbing against the gentle curve of her body before she realized she was doing it. Her mind drifted briefly to imagining that it were she whose legs were being spread by Variel’s hands, she whose hands were between his legs. Her eyes were dark as she gently caressed herself, watching in silence as the pair before her whispered and stroked.<br/><br/>Lady Azarine pulled back, putting the tip of her gloved finger in her mouth. She nibbled on it with a playful smile of innocent curiosity as she watched Variel. Her eyes danced between his, enjoying her own playful teasing as much as his.