<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Mn7P4pt.jpg)</div><strong>Lucifel</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2082565)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Camp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Meow, Myra, Jas<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 70/70<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Roll</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/><em>"Just be careful not to get too over zealous my lady. If you go too hard too fast they might just decide to back out, in which case you'll have spoiled your night of fun before it properly starts"</em>Lucifel said, giving a nod to Myra's initial defiance as an example. Wanting to be called mistress was an amusing bit of role playing, but it would be wise to understand the limits of that pretend authority and not push things too far.<br/><br/>With a smile the angel would kneel down beside the two "servants", Jas hardly in a position to call himself anyone's master right now, seeing how both he and Myra bowed their heads equally as low to the floor. Perhaps there was a sweetness in that, allowing the two to truly be on the same level and share in the same status, humiliating context aside. Jas would feel slender hand come down to rest on the back of his head, on the spot his staff had previously pressed down on. As if to make up for the bit of firmness Lucifel would ruffle the elf's hair and gently massage his scalp, even throwing in a few scratches that quickly turned the action from simple comforting to more petting him like a puppy, "Good boy Delicate One, very good..." they cooed, their voice a melodic whisper of encouragement.<br/><br/>Lucifel would let out another small giggle as their hand moved down his back, tracing the curve of his spine before moving up to his own tight little bum. The angel propped up on high on their knees, the subtle motion bringing their loins closer to the summoner and guardian, and once again focusing the elf boy's gaze on the angel's swelling endowment. Being this close Jas would get a more proper measure for it's size, and despite the angel not yet being fully erect the elf would find himself...somewhat outclassed. Though as the angel's fingers sunk firmly into tender flesh of his butt, making sure to switch to massaging the opposite cheek that Dame was caressing on Myra so that he and Myra could distinctly feel both sets of hands at once, it started to become clear that concerns of the angel's size were less of how he compared to it, and whether or not he could accommodate it,<em>"A suggestion my lady. If you'd rather they not get a chance to kiss just yet, perhaps they could at least get a little practice..."</em>they said, shifting so that their cock would now be hanging in the small gap between Jas and Myra's faces, creating a "bar" that would obscure Myra's eyes (https://i.imgur.com/cvL4V22.png) from Jas's view, even further displaying it's girth. In this position if they both tried to lean in for a kiss, the angel's manhood would be caught in the middle, blocking their lips from meeting.