<strong>Location: Faeremhara's bath house<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/><br/>Janafae, Andariel, Faeremhara</strong><br/><br/>XyhriNeerune smiled darkly as the Matron assumed a much more humble position the deomoness continuing to read through the Drow’s offered thoughts even as she looked over to the servant who entered bringing her matron the message that her House mage and another were waiting to meet with her. Her violet lips split into a grin as she shifted around moving to the side of the kneeling female.<br/><em>"What would your new mage say if I had him come here not to see you ussta Faeremhara, or this other MALE?"</em>her thoughts bright with dark glee at the prospect<em>”Hmm?…should you disrespect me or our Queen again we will find out."</em>She growled in Faeremhara’s thoughts.<em>"In the mean time stay like you are...Matron."</em>Xyhri pivoted in place her lithe form shifting as she sat, using Faeremhara's upraised bottom as a seat. The Demoness' right hand suddenly dropping back to Faeremhara's bottom  the Yochlol's fingers and nails caressing and softly scratching over the Matron's still tender freshly spanked bottom. Xyhri's weight was over the Drow's hips, letting her easily support the demon's weight as she looked over to the others.<br/><br/>“My child, come closer.” The Yochlol said her tone suddenly kind as she extended her left hand towards the Lolthite Knight her crimson eyes surveying the young Drow female, Janafae. “You will escort me as I accompany the Matron on her inspections and other House obligations. Join us in the main hall when you have finihsed your bathing and dressed." The Yochlol purred her violet lips curled in a faint smile, even as her right hand continued its teasing of Faeremhara's bottom her long black fingers suddenly trailing over the Drow's neither lips tracing over the sensitive wet folds before driving two fingers into Faeremhara's warm wet depths, stroking, string the woman's tight little pussy.<br/><br/><em>“Now Matron Faeremhara; your apology is accepted. I have other tests for you and your House, should you pass you and your plans will flourish should you fail... your plans, your house and you will wither and perish.</em>The Yochlol’s thoughts purred in Faeremhara’s mind, the dark creature adding her memories of another Matron from another place, another time. Pitifully begging, shrieking in absolute hopeless terror as flesh and spirit were flayed from the failed Drow. Xyhri particularly made clear to Faeremhara the dark joy that she and her sisters took in the act of rendering the fallen priestess to nothingness; there was no pity in the Demonweb Pits nor here as she added a third finger to the Matron's pussy.<br/><br/>XyhriNeerune stood after a brief moment her carnelian eyes cheerful as she drew her fingers free from Faeremhara's sex as she moved towards the baths exit, the memories provided by Mother Matron Eclavdra serving her well. “Clean yourself up ussta Matron, I will await you in the main hall, perhaps I will speak with this newly acquired House Mage myself." She said her tone almost happy as she spoke, not bothering to turn back to the matron her crimson leather wrapped form slinking from the room. Her right hand coming up to her violet lips as she sucked her fingers clean one at a time of the Matron's sticky juices.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 'ussta' is "My/Mine in Drow, so Xyhri is basically making sure that the Matron knows that she is her superior.<br/>Anything in italics is of course telepathic communication between Xyhri and Faeremhara.</div></div>