Lighthart
Lighthart's eyes widened for a second, not expecting this turn of events. Most people she faced simply gave in to her whims. But not her. Oh yes, she had immense expectations for this one...
"Hahahahahaha! I see, such wonderful defiance!" Her smile turned wide from ear to ear, and her soul spread its mane and exercised more and more of its weight, causing the clouds to quake. If only for a moment, the look that stared down with anticipation hungered so that what the demon laid her thighs on was not a woman's lap or a chair.
But the gigantic jaws and teeth of a colossal golden lion.
"Do you grow bored of this little game yet, my sweet little vassal?"
The sun had already begun to set. How long had this been? An hour? Five? Ten? A day? A season? With such a fine instrument playing with her lovely voice by her side, she must have sworn losing the passage of time. She had truly been spoiled, and like a spoiled girl she had played with the girl's unnatural body to her heart's content, fiddling and stroking and pressing her hands wherever and whenever the sweetest sounds would ring.
And yet, perhaps as a twist of fate, the instrument never truly reached her highest peak, her voice ebbing and flowing between crescendos, but still forbidden from reaching its pinnacle/ Was this the maestro's madness or lack of skill that caused her to stop on each opportunity, cutting the woman's blissful orchestra so?
Or perhaps this had been the point of this punishment all along.