She watched the collar appear around Remi’s neck with a chain in the hands of the deity. Then, they pushed themselves off the wall and put their arm around her shoulders.
A wave crashed inside of her, and she swore the ability to breathe had been returned because Celosia suddenly lost all of her breath. With every moment of the direct contact from them, the newly ascended felt her normally strong self control bending, crumbling to them. Sensations she thought lost to her practically numbed her body, and she wasn’t sure if it was true or some kind of illusion. She didn’t care. Their voice was intoxicating, almost not allowing her to care what the words were truly saying.
Take her, and I shall grant you a boon, hon.’
The words rang in her mind, and her interest was thoroughly peaked. As they separated their contact, Cel almost felt dizzy. Her mind swam, but the urge to obey, to please the being remained strong and true.
The young woman looked at the whip that was still in her grasp, then looked at the deity with now blood red eyes, a hue she only discovered was possible when she had a strong bloodlust. This kind of lust felt strangely similar to the girl. She dropped the whip at their feet, flashing a playful grin their way and leaning up on her toes, her hands clasped behind her back. ”I prefer the hands on method,” she hummed.
Her hips had a natural sway when she walked, perhaps accentuated just slightly in this instance, as she approached the blonde girl. Her tongue traced her new fangs in a grin, carelessly revealing them to Remi in the hypnotic state when she looked back towards the deity, a look of awe and admiration in her burning eyes.
Cel would lean down slightly, dragging one fingernail from the middle of Phoebe’s back to her shoulder, then brushing the blonde hair over to one side. She crouched in front of the bound girl and gave a close-lipped smile, eyes searching her face. She was rather attractive, not necessarily Cel’s type, but certainly not someone she would kick out of bed. The redhead quirked her brow and tilted her head, trailing her finger along the girl’s face.
In her normal state of mind, such an act wouldn’t have even begun to cross her mind as plausible, but the touch of the deity and the sound of their voice coaxing an overwhelming desire to please them practically forced her hand, and for some bizarre reason that she couldn’t start to try to figure out, she was okay with her hand being forced. Still, she couldn’t figure out if that was some underlying desire or simply the effects of Frey being so near to her.
