Verzanth watched her new pet with open curiosity as they moved to obey her command, enjoying the sight of the dark red tiefling's flesh being slowly exposed to the air. Where there had always been hunger in her gaze, it seemed to intensify now into something directly sexual, a predatory passion that seemed as invested in ravishing her prey as it was in her domination.  Self consciously as she disrobed, the dragon reached between her thighs, adjusting the heavy shaft that now formed a noticeable crease in her clothing. Her hands absently moved along this cloth, pushing the shaft to one side so that it did not rub directly against her member. Barely, the dragon resisted the urge to stroke herself, the eroticism of what she saw inflaming her.<br/><br/>Still, the dragon had limits to her patience, and these seemed to have been exceeded when her prey  began to fiddle with her corset, apparently finding it difficult to unbind in the heat of the moment. Verzanth was uninterested in such delays, and moved swiftly forward, into the slave's space, kneeling behind her, and reaching out one strong muscular hand, easily manhandling the other to her feet. The task seems effortless to the dragon, the smallest extension of her power. Once Belial is on their feet, the dragon moves in behind them, cupping the soft curve of the tiefling's ass and squeezing them possessively.<br/><br/>"Little Morsel, do not toy with a dragon who is hungry. They will tear you asunder."<br/><br/>As if to emphasize the point, the dragon's left hand slide up the other's spine, talons hissing against the bindings of the corset, slicing them in twain with the deftness of a surgeon. The offending garment fell away from the tiefling's breasts, leaving them open as Verzanth moved in behind them, cupping the small breasts as her own tremendous bosom pressed into her from behind, joined shortly by the weighty appendage between her thighs. The dragon manipulated the bare cleavage for a moment, before hissing her delight, noticing no doubt the piercings which adorned her pet. She said as much, devoting a rare compliment to the spectacle presented to her.<br/><br/>"Mmm...these are quite the offering Morsel, but I think you owe me more..."<br/><br/>The dragon knelt behind Belial then, her strong hands roughly pulling down the tiefling's pants, bringing them to below their knees, and exposing the trifecta of delight that lay behind. The dragon groaned her pleasure at this, one hand moving up to strong the appendage between Belial's legs, while the other rubbed a sensual hand over the space betwixt their soft hairless balls, and heated center. The dragon's tongue flicked out at last, exploring none of these options, and instead probing it sure steady way into the crack of the tiefling's ass, brushing aside their tail as it's slimy and numbing length began to plumb the depths beyond.<br/><br/>The dragon groaned in rapture as it experienced all three of these, her tongue flicking out so that she could voice her affection. The voice was as silibant as ever, now flavored with dark lust, and an even darker threat. The hunger within her had not been abated by this appetizer, only strengthened.<br/><br/>"Mmm...Little Morsel...you bring so many delights for my table...I shall have to enjoy them all...In time. For now, I think I shall let you choose which I shall savor first, and determine your worth by the experience. If I am displeased, I shall simply eat the others. It seems a fair accord to me."