<strong>Janafae Llaeloth</strong><br/><br/>There was... a definite sense of anticipation for Janafae, as she knelt there and awaited the Matron Mother's obsidian rod.  Given that she was going to be the one on the bottom, she couldn't help but feel that her body was betraying her yet again, and yet...  Well, she was only playing the submissive.  There was no point in giving in to rage when she could simply enjoy the pleasure, and return it back tenfold when it was finally her chance to dominate.  And Faeremhara was certainly making it easy to serve under her, at least.<br/><br/><em>You'll change your tune when she drops you for the next pretty face to come along, I'm sure.</em>Zekolyn's telepathic voice was an unwelcome intrusion into her mind.  His words, however, did at least help her to snap out of that little reverie she'd fallen into.<br/><br/>The feeling of her cheeks being spread also helped to snap her out of it.  She'd heard the Matron buckling the leather straps into place around her hips, but enough time had not passed since then for her to apply any oil to the obsidian tool, which, admittedly, didn't surprised the Anti-Paladin all that much.  So then, it seemed as though they would be mixing pain and pleasure into the devotions today...<br/><br/>And thanks to that, the toy caught her completely off-guard as it was instead thrust into her sex, eliciting another, much louder gasp from her, as well as a little shiver of pleasure that she was sure did not escape the other woman's notice.  The dragon did not even bother to keep his smug sense of satisfaction from bleeding through over the telepathic link, likely because he wanted her to know that he was once again acting as a voyeur to this little private spectacle of her humiliation.<br/><br/>"Y-yes, let us begin."  Janafae softly agreed, as the Matron settled into place.  It was bad enough as just a private moment between the two of them, but knowing that that dragon was using his telepathy to pick up on the pleasure she was being made to feel...  She couldn't help but blush furiously at that, lowering her face down to the mat in an attempt to hide it.  Not wanting to keep Faeremhara waiting, however, she began the chant.  "Elliya Lolthu..."<br/><br/>The Anti-Paladin had been wondering often, of late, why the spider goddess had not caused her to fall for such displays of weakness as the one she was currently in.  Not merely being sexually violated while praying to her, but enjoying it, as well...?  Even tolerating the presence of a voyeur within her own mind during such sacred proceedings?  She could only assume that her humiliation and suffering amused the goddess, somehow.