"Dislike me hoarding all the fun, Wrath?"
The braid-haired Saintess pulled Mel's thigh towards her before planting a bite mark right beneath where her skirt would be.
As the teeth sank into the honeyed flesh, she smiled at how Mel whimpered, squirming with her teary eyes closed.
A breath caught in the Wrath's throat, her grip over the sword sheath tightening as she retracted it. "Mel was never the type for you to be hoarded anyway."
Her gaze swept over the frozen crowd; first to Rosana, quietly sampling food at a stall, then to Lila, frozen in complete stillness.
These two... I thought worse would happen. But I'm glad everything went well so far.
"How romantic. And deadpan." The Saintess's expression dropped before dancing her nail across Mel's skin.
As Mel shuddered at her touch, eyes closed in shame as she liked, the Saintess faced Wrath again. "I would've asked you to join instead if Mel's fine with it, but..."
