Fallon's command, almost more than her fingers, compels her instrument to sing.  Right now, her toy would do anything, would obey any command.  And a command like that?  It cannot be disobeyed.  Suddenly, something lights up in her eyes, as if she's finally awaken from a long sleep, as if the marionette finally came to life.  She leaps forth, ravenous, her lips reaching out for Fallon's, but her aim is awful.  She instead lavishes the elves with kisses as the fire explodes inside her.  She clings to her knight as her back arcs, her body spasms, her nectar flows, and her entire body sings with ecstasy, her own song, her long, intense sound of pleasure, her gift to her knight takes on a rhythm of its own as her lips travel her face, her neck, her ears.<br/><br/>And then, the sensation begins to subside, and some part of her feels a sense of relief.  'It's over,' it thinks, the end of a joyous union.  Yet that part is wrong.  The Hunger is still there.  It fills her, it drives her.  It manages to form a single word as Senna finally finds the glorious elf's lips.  "More."