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Wanda watches the Lemurian priestess slowly wake from the little trick she pulled on her earlier, chin pillowed on a hand.
To the priestess' credit, once she realizes that she's been bound in place, she is much quicker to react and figure the source of her bondage than many others in the past Wanda has...interacted with.
"Release me at once, heathen!" she snarls, normally hidden gill slits flaring on her neck as she fights to get free.
Unsuccessfully, of course. Wanda has more than enough experience with keeping a partner in place. More than a certain candle wick calling herself a dominatrix could claim, certainly.
For this little activity, she's chosen a chair. Bond the woman's arms and legs to the chair limbs with soft yet strong bindings. Enough to keep the priestess still, in place, due to the lack of leverage. Being pinned down in a bed would be only uncomfortable for herself and stress out the priestess, the opposite of what she wishes to accomplish tonight.
"Did you hear me? Release me. Or suffer the consequences!" Purple flares in eyes no longer hidden by the usual hood and veils, only strands of curly black hair.
Wanda can't resist. She reaches out to tug at a strand, huffing slightly. Cute.
The priestess' jaws snap in the direction of her fingers immediately. Much more active than this Queen's preferred fare, which runs more along lines of that sweet Deep One, the half breed, whose entire bearing just begged to be commanded...
Oh well. Again, she is here for a reason.
"Don't worry about your followers. They're all quite busy tonight." Wanda smiles, her golden eyes gleaming. "The Keeper is also out on a mission, so there will no interference from that quarter."
"You. You planned this."
"That I did."
Wanda inclines her head.
"But fear not, you nor your God's followers will be harmed in any way. In fact, quite the opposite. Tonight is a night for you to bow as you desire with all your heart."
"I will never bow to any other than my God," the priestess says stiffly.
"Calm down, I am certainly not stealing you from your God. He can keep you!" Wanda leans closer. "I am only...borrowing."
"Besides, aren't you tired? It must be so exhausting, having to carry your people on your shoulders all the time, when all you want to do is pray to your Lord." She reaches out to brush a featherlight touch against those bared shoulders. "To worship."
A shudder. One that only Wanda's truly expert eye catches, one that the priestess might not even know she's having in response to herself.
"If I were you, I would slain and raised to my direct command that Goliath long ago, like my husbands!" Wanda twitters. "How stressful it must be, to deal with a headstrong man that thinks he knows best."
"He does have his uses as he is, but...yes, the Philistine can be a burden."
"Now close your eyes, and pray. Pray with all your heart, and your Lord will listen." Wanda itches to dig in her nails, to scour the skin before her with marks. But not yet, not yet.
No matter how much inside knowledge she has, from a certain little squid, on how the priestess would enjoy that pain.
"Of course he will, he is my Lord. And your insolence will have consequences." Ah, there's that flush again! That pale flush dancing in that greyed skin. A promise of what is to come, as the priestess closes her eyes after taking a deep breath.
She prays, eyelashes fluttering. "O My Lord of the Deepest Seas-"
All the while, Wanda plays, touching here, touching there. Nowhere too sensitive, but shoulders, ears, cheeks, eyelids, those are all free game. All bringing more of that lovely flush to the surface.
Oh my, how the woman really is so close to falling into a Frenzy once more! Quite fortunate that the Queen of Thorns herself is here to take care of this one.
Her dark finger reaches out, to trace the air above those moving lips. Not touching. Merely...savoring.
No kisses, not yet. But perhaps, by the end of this night, Wanda might be able to steal at least one. One as soft as gentle fingertips she lays on the priestess' neck. Tugging through her hair. A promise of what is to come, one that the priestess, Miryam, is already subconsciously leaning into.
"All you have to do...is lay back and think of your God."
Wanda grins, all white teeth that gleam like moonlight.
