Aria groaned pleasantly - in how many ways Rose seemed to be able to do that to he, and how she relished the fact! - at the squeezing warmth of Rose's breasts around her tail. She nodded to further confirm how pleasurable was the sensation, as if such weren't already obvious from her vocalizations and her writhing hips. Aria used both torque of hips and her tails' own musculature to thrust and slide it along that lovely cleavage, while the tip slipped between those lovely kissing lips a few times; all deliberately phallic motions, the sight of which renewed Aria's recent musings about how erotic she'd surely find it to watch Rose entwined with a male like Luneth or whomever she pleased.<br/><br/>She Luskan daughter cooed pleasantly at Rose's compliments, echoing the reference to her bladework with several decisive flicks and 'slices' of the spade head's thin edges from one corner of Rose's mouth to the other and back. She nodded gently about her time with the Bedine, vaguely recalling from either Rose or somewhere before that supposedly the women always had to cover themselves nearly in entirety despite the hot climate. "I'm glad none of that prevented you from becoming the strong soul you are," she whispered, blowing a kiss, "...both for your sake, and the horror of thinking I might not've met you o'erwise!"<br/><br/>Aria listened salaciously; she actually got quite a bit of pleasure from the juicy stories of others, and showed as much on her face. She positively<em>moaned</em>at the description of the bathing man; she herself had a knee-melting weakness for tall stature and long light manes of hair, putting her in mind of a lion. "Mmmm," she bit her lip, grinning, eager and hanging on Rose's word, and grinned, "the trappings of a knight, how delicious; well can I understand how your mind must have made good use of the memory since." She ran a telltale finger down from her own belly button to the 'twixt-thigh slit hooking the finger quite suggestively just over it. "And fitting, for I've heard some knights will, at some moment early in their caresses, espy a maid but once and perhaps never learn her name or see her again; and yet think upon her all their days thereafter, as a sort of muse. For all we know he spied you and betrayed it not, and you are his, and he thinks upon you to this day!" She giggled, and her hand made another pantomime, this time a stroking motion alongside the base of her tail.<br/><br/>The hand reached Rose's breasts, and Aria slid several fingers up the undercurve of one, then palmed ad cupped and breasts. Her spine curved up flexibly, until she was closer to sitting than laying back, yet with her tail still up the front of Rose - and only pushed the more, to slide sensually along the shifter's cheek. The flexible Aria's legs encircled Rose almost like a lover's arms; one around the back of her neck, the other about her waist, heel tugging up her skirt yet again. "I wonder if such memories enough that a priestess or sorceress would be able to show us this unknown knight by scrying, mmm...I want you to know, Rose, the same as you said to me about not feeling jealousy at such things; if anything the thought of seeing you with another is so very arousing. I would have liked to see you with him....or gods, to've seen him 'lay hands' on a she-squire or nymph...I've had my own idle fantasies of being a she-squire, as it happens; shedding m'lord of his armor, finding myself finally in a kneel, or being pushed back against a tree or bent over against it..."<br/><br/>Her hazel eyes flicked to the billiards table. "Ah yes..." With swift light motions, the scissored the leg by the couch's back before Rose's face, letting the back of the knee rake along both her companion's nipples. Aria sprang off her bare buttocks from the couch, and with one hop had her waist against the edge of the billiard's table. She cupped her hand around a painted wooden sphere suggestively, before her tail flashed whiplike around one hip to bat it across the table into a far pocket. Moaning theatrically, Aria slid both palms forward across the smooth, velvety green fabric, bending herself over. She mewed as her nipples raked the fabric, and cast an eye back over her shoulder. She arched her buttocks up, widening her stance a little and lifting her tail high to afford plain views of both the slit-wet slit Rose had touched and licked so expertly, and the rounder, tighter, and now equally exposed orifice just above where her tailbone, aptly named, extended into her tail.<br/><br/>Her tail extended back in an S shape, waving up and down, and the tail pointing up a bit. It was all meant to keep the orifices beneath it exposed, yet angle the end, with its spade curling like a tongue into a straighter shape, in a way that could meet her lover just so.<br/><br/>The tiefling stood suddenly, yet with a looseness of spine, palms still above the table surface, and a coy look over  her shoulder all begging to be bent over again by the strength of her lover. Her lover's mention of bending her over had engendered such erotic mental images as to break her out in a hot sweat when it'd been said, and now. "If you still mean to have me so..." she groaned in eagerness, "This talk of knights who might've ravishes us leaves me hungering to be lanced by you, my dear Rose..." she curled her tail into an S again, "This she-fiend needs smiting, and you may find she delivers quite a sting in turn."