<em>Lemonscent smiles up at her mistress, eyes glittering mischeviously as she quivers with delight under Atelia's touch, squirming into the groping hands as they wander over her succulent cheeks. She even mewls expectantly as she feels the archivist tease her with her nail, gasping a little and quite literally purring as her breast is caressed and her buttcheeks are spread.<br/><br/>"Mmm... I still think we're... ahh... wicked enough... mm, oh... we're such bad girls..."<br/><br/>Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips alluringly as Atelia feels her tail-tip teasingly creep higher, not quite at the junction of the fiendbinder's thigh and torso, but getting close.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, one of Reaver's hands has moved from stroking Maplepink's hair lightly to gently caressing the inside curve of one of her wings, causing the succubus to curl up against her, pulling at her lightly to join her sitting on the bed, and though the hamatula seems to enjoying the closeness with the submissive little seductress, she looks to Atelia for permission, knowing that this is the archivist's "punishment" session.</em>