Celeste took slow steps towards the man in a silken pink chemise, her dress pooled on the floor behind her, discarded. The woman was indeed a sight to look at, the silk, hugging her at the right places against her pale body.
She paused before Caliban, a slightly nervous look passing through her features before she leaned forward, her hand on his chest as she settled on his lap. The goddess held her breath uncomfortably. There was something about the sight that unsettled her.
"Only if you feed me." The witch murmured, pushing the dripping glass of pixie mixture towards him.
The lord chuckled, easing the vessel out of her hand. He eased her out of his lap, standing tall against her. With a gentle push, he tilted her back, his hand gripping her waist for support. Her dark cresses swept the floor as she arched her torso towards the man, waiting in expectation.
