Eruraviel
Eruraviel flushed with the silvery glow of the moon from the sheer excitement of speaking her native tongue once again. It had been far too long that she’d been forced to speak the common tongues. She moved towards tweaking at Lulu’s nipples until the angel batted her hand away and flipped up her skirt. The prodigious member that hung between her legs was tremendously masculine, brimming with power and sexuality, all held together inside a beast the size of Lucy’s forearm. She bit her lip and let out the small moan which Lucy had let out until she reversed their roles.
Eru shook her head at Hannah. “No, this was a gift from my wife. We wore matching maid outfits on our outing today.” She looked down at the tail wrapped around her legs, then back at Hannah with a raised eyebrow, before turning to face Lucy. Her ears trembled as she beheld the beauty of the angel. Looking back at Hannah, she clicked her tongue. Lucy’s ministrations were quite spectacular, far surpassing Elizabeth’s young children. So while she wasn’t exactly upset by this turn of events, it wasn’t quite what she’d been expecting. Plus, the needless hostility was sort of a turn off. “You caught me—your sister asked me to come and fuck her silly. Elisheva. Apparently, she’s off the menu.” Eru shrugged, first at Lucy and then at Hannah. “I’m not planning on being bad in your custody—plus, I like you Hannah. You remind me of myself a few hundred years ago. A young and powerful archmage, trying to figure out how her place in the world, the goals in her life…”
Eru slid an arm around Lulu’s back and dug her fingers into the marshmallowey ass. Her fingers dug deeper and deeper, with the greed of an elven princess who knew she would one day control magic. Before long, her entire hand was buried within the woman's flesh, kneading at her like dough. “I know you don’t trust me, but I haven’t exactly done anything to warrant it. Think you could step it down a notch?”