<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/jrkAqQa.jpg)</div><strong>Lucifel</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2082565)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Olaq tent<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Clara, Dame Meow, Gloss, Tami, Xazgir<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 70/70<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Roll</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/>Lucifel leaned down into their fate-strung partner, allowing Dame to get a proper taste of the fine Orlaqian vintage. However as the kitten's tongue started to dip a bit further in she would find her tongue intercepted by the angel's, gently entwining and pushing back to invade Dame's mouth in turn. While the wine was sweet, the angel's taste was even more so. Their saliva was like honey, and Lucifel used their dexterous tongue to spread that sweetness across every corner of their partner's mouth, gently nibbling her lips as they lapped at her tongue.<br/><br/>When they had both had their fill of sampling each other, Lucifel would pull back with a small lick of their lips, "Pay her no mind my lady. Would you not rather I take care of you?" they asked, stepping closer to Dame, both using their height to block off her view of Clara and coincidentally pushing their crotch against the barontess's pelvis. The tip of their angelic cock would gently press down over the spot above Dame's womb, wordlessly illustrating just how deep the angel would sink inside her should they ever go so far.<br/><br/>Placing the food and wine down on the table for a moment, Lucifel would take a seat by the other companions, and gently pull the haughty cat girl down into their lap, "come my lady, you'll grow famished if you don't indulge yourself" they mused, bringing a forkful of fish to the cat's mouth, happily feeding her like a babe. Given the feline noble's temperament feeding her like a baby wasn't entirely inappropriate, "coarse indeed, though anything can go down smooth with the right coaxing" they mused, smiling at fox guardian as they brought the wine to Dame's lips, gently tipping it back and running their slender fingers down the kitten's neck as she drank. The angel would make sure to keep the Dame fed and quenched, each serving accompanied by a pampering petting, hoping to keep their summoner comfortable and preoccupied in order to keep her more obnoxious quirks from invading the conversation.<br/><br/>"So tell me changing one. When the time comes that you should pass, heavens forbid, where is it you'd like to go?" they asked Gloss casually, obviously having a less morbid perspective of death given their celestial nature, "I could perhaps put in a good word for you with whichever god you pray to" they added with a teasing smirk. Lucifel's eyes flicked towards the demon as he draped himself over his summoner, working to speed their inebriation, "Greetings infernal" they said, though had just as quickly shifted their gaze away from the tainted creature, and would noticeably avoid looking at Xazgir again even as they continued to address him, having returned to petting their guardian and scratching between her ears, "these are strange times indeed. To think it was, of all things, a mortal conflict that would make us share a side" they mused with a small smirk, a small chuckle in their throat at the irony of things. To think they were being made to recruit such twisted creatures to combat this new threat. They supposed this was what fighting fire with fire was meant to evoke.