Risana lit the final candle by hand, shaking the long stem match out and hen sepping back to admire her handy work. It wasn't often that the queen cooked herself, of course. But it was a mistake to think she didn't know how. Tonight was a rack of lamb,carefully laid out, with two glasses of refilling wine. A white tablecloth had been laid out on a
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She smiled watching, unsure if she should help with her clothes- although she was perhaps more interested in seeing what was under her companions.
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For Helen's clothes, she simply slid her tail up the skirts and bodice, slicing through with a single tug - the clothes dissolving as they separated. A little touch of showy power, but it's quick. It allows her lips hungry access to Helen's stomach, where they start to kiss.
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The succubus wore nothing under her skirts, if that's what Helen chose to find out. Just the spaded tail. Her wings, on the other hand, rested beneath the blouse. They were folded forward, wrapping about her waist and cupping her breast like a corset. Like all of Risana's body, they were maleable to her will.
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Her heart beat a little faster, though. She never knew how one would react to her wings.
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"Now. Why don't I show you what you've been missing?"
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"I think you'll like some parts more than others..."
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"Almost as good as your mouth..."s he purred.
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