A Toast to Victory.

The brutish Empress' words were no doubt true, but the little ebony bitch felt only the lust pumping in the other woman's veins, and wondered if maybe Queen felt more for the obsidian shadow than she thought. "Why thank you, Queen." She murmured, emphasising the nickname she had given the wonderful daemon, knowing it couldn't possibly do more harm to tease her more.

Canttina's long tongue snaked across her throat as the mahongany creature pressed herself against the dark furred fae, murmuring words filled with lust. Raven would attempt to nip at the base of the beautiful demoness' throat, the one place she could reach with her stature and position. "Well then, Darling, stop resisting." She whispered, grinning devilishly. She adored the she wolf, she would gladly let the creature do what she wished. Sweeping her tail back and forth, she would let it slide over the timber wolf's body and then fall still, waiting for what came next.




"Speech"