<strong>Janafae Llaeloth</strong><br/><br/>As with the way their bodies were connected, Janafae's prayers were interwoven with Faeremhara's, each of them speaking in turn, matching the rhythm their bodies moved to.  Pulling out, the Matron Mother would utter a verse of her prayer, then, suddenly plunging in, it would be the Anti-Paladin's turn to gasp out her own line.  For that reason, she had to keep things short, and communicate her desires to the spider goddess in a simple manner.<br/><br/>As far as spells went, the Anti-Paladin had settled on a set spell list a long time ago.  With a dragon around to provide utility spellcasting, and her own magic limited, she chose to focus on simple, long-lasting enhancements that could be cast each morning, and quick boosts that could be used during an opportune moment in battle to devastate the enemy.  All she had to do was ask for the same spell list as she had been granted the previous day.<br/><br/>And for her other desires...  Well, she had a few, but she was not so weak as to ask Lolth for assistance in achieving those objectives that she could already accomplish on her own.  Instead, she asked merely for the chance to prove to the spider goddess that she had not chosen wrong in gifting her with her current status, the chance to show off her strength, skill, and cunning...<br/><br/>Yet, even that simple prayer trailed off into incoherency as the Matron Mother sped up, taking her harder, faster, pushing her into the mat as she drove them both towards a mutual climax.  She wasn't sure whether the sense of anticipation she was feeling was her own, or that of her partner, slipping in over the mental link he had established, but either way, her other desires were quickly becoming eclipsed by the desire to climax.  She tried to hold back for as long as she could, but eventually, the pleasure that had been building up reached a point where it was too much to resist.<br/><br/>Several seconds later, as she lay there, panting, beneath Faeremhara, Janafae found her blush returning.  Not from the strong sense of amusement she was getting from Zekolyn, though that certainly was humiliating, but instead from the definite feelings of satisfaction she was experiencing from the morning's ministrations...