<strong>Faeremhara Llaeloth</strong><br/><br/>The Matron Mother grinned as her adopted daughter assumed the submissive position. As much as she liked Janafae's unusually (uniquely?) large breasts, this pose she liked even more: it gave her access to so many places, to do so many things. If she wanted she could take a whip to her back and buttocks, or she could do what she was intending...<br/><br/>Slowly, Faeremhara took the leather harness from her bedside table and strapped it on, securing the buckles about her hips. The toy was already set into it firmly, in such a way that the base of it would rub back against her clit. Taking her time, she stepped around behind Janafae and knelt, looking over her pretty bottom and placing her hands on her cheeks. A soft squeeze, then she parted them to get a better look... but her gaze dropped further, past her tight rear and to her sex, and she smiled.<br/><br/><em>Yes, this time she deserves the... typical entrance.</em><br/><br/>And so Faeremhara shuffled forward on her knees and pressed the head of the obsidian dildo up against Janafae's slit. With just a little effort, she then pushed it all the way in, thrusting up into her, before leaning down over her 'daughter', nipples gently scraping her back.<br/><br/>"So... let us pray."