Dalen considered himself a man who enjoyed life, and though he was not a true submissive by nature, the occasional play could set the heart beating fast, and the fact remained that Lilith had the presence of someone that could make people bow to her. Besides, kneeling before Noemi like this was a delight in itself, and he enjoyed a chance to kiss her mound so. The thrill of such play only added its own spice to things, and he was eager to see how far it would go.<br/><br/>Hearing Lilith's teasing words to Noemi, Dalen couldn't stop himself from smirking faintly at the mental image that the words were painting together, yet that expression might as well be lost for it was followed by a new kiss against the warmth of Noemi's mound, his tongue's tip trailing ahead in its task to map every little hill and valley, to find every rise and fall, to seek out every tender spot he could find betwixt her thighs.<br/><br/>Inhaling the scents dancing in the air, letting his tongue's tip dance along those lovely lips, his fingers feel the thighs against them as he massaged her legs, his eyes were shut yet they had admired the flower of womanhood, and he longed to fulfill those delightful teases on his senses by hearing her words then, finding something as simple as that to add its own thrill. In his mind, he believed that treating her with a touch of worship for these moments was hardly a crime and sharing company with such beautiful women was a delight on its own. So he surrendered things in their hands, while his own lips and fingers worshipped them in those moments.