<strong>Faeremhara Llaeloth</strong><br/><br/>Faeremhara enjoyed the sounds of surprise and pleasure her daughter-plaything made. It spurred her on. Her own words of prayer came out in a low, husky voice, her mind half on devotion to their cruel, fickle goddess, and half dedicated to entering Janafae, thrusting all the way into her so that their hips rubbed together.<br/><br/>As usual, she asked that Lolth provide the spells as the Spider Queen would see fit - as risky as that might be, it usually resulted in the same generally useful ones... Lolth probably just didn't care enough about any individual cleric to specifically tailor the spells granted to each one. She knew how unimportant she was to the goddess. But on a personal level, she was<em>extremely</em>important: she valued herself a lot.<br/><br/>And of course, she valued her companions and bedmates, such as Janafae. Placing her hands on the anti-paladin's shoulders, she started bucking against her even harder, repeatedly ramming inside her sex, even as the other end pleasured her little nub. She was quickly approaching climax even as she whispered the final words of the prayer out, asking for death and misery to afflict her enemies, and for all plans to be revealed to her. She had already gone over the thanks and exaltations offered to the Spider Queen, right at the start, and so, ending the prayer with her own concerns and desires... she was quickly focusing on her very physical desire, the Drow girl beneath her.