Arms wrapped the elemental, panting breath and moaning lips wandered her shoulders and cheeks, capturing a lip just to release it as a wave of release rolled again. The joining of pleasure was fleeting though, empty. And as she caught her breath, the witch rose, rolling her snatch up the belly of the reclined elemental a wet trail of nectar, or a bitch marking what was hers. "Moments Stoked Cherry Red, enjoy this. For it is the whole of your existence to please me now." With that, she was up, turning on a heel and stepping coolly out of the ring, her robe quickly returned to her by the young slave girl.<br/><br/>******************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>The miasma of ecstasy, the clouds of euphoria, all of it melted away as the pleasure and heat of the moment died down. The neomah below allowed her image to fade and along with it the phantom heat, and the youth of the slave girl. Climbing out from below Wild Heart, she turned to the still panting figure, running a finger along the heat trail left by her mistress before raising it to her lips. "<strong>Be sure to clean yourself off before our mistress's next hunger.</strong>" She waved an elongated violet hand to the dripping, frigid water as she released the leash and stepped across the ring of binding herself, the sigils again lighting in recognition.<br/><br/>With a new chance to observe, the slave girl looked at her older figure, her saggy breasts, her youthful beauty and firmness burned away by drug, alcohol, life or all three. She followed the witch and demon out, her head bowed their day's needs not fulfilled.