<strong>Time:</strong>After the Meeting<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters, Chorgath's Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>Cerulean is nothing if not thorough; when she tastes his masculine Essence on her lips, she draws everything off she can, leaving him clean save for the mingled sheen of saliva on the length of his cock.  She proves also to remain occasionally distracted, though, by the alternating escatatic-agonized and feather-fluttery moans coming from the other girl across the room, and a hand trails between her own legs-- gently stroking her outer folds, teasing/stimulating herself a bit further.  She watches, the red flush tinting her cheeks more deeply, until Chorgath redirects her attention with his hands on her face.<br/><br/>She is at a loss for an answer for a long moment, having to re-gear her brain towards using words again.  "This is not my first time with a man, my Lord," Cerulean finally manages in a husky whisper, visibly intimidated a bit by the force of his presence this close up.  "But... it is my first time with one of the Chosen.  And my cousin has always been better at serving others like this than I..."<br/><br/>Another warble-y noise from Ruby interrupts her train of thought; Cerulean's eyes flick back reflexively to the other girl before finding his again.  "If-- if my Lord Chorgath wishes to favor this lowly one," she says, humbly, nervously, "she would accept whatever he would wish to give..."