The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

"Promise?" she whispers. "You won't try to.. to sacrifice yourself for me anymore?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Never like that," Haliel agrees. "I swear, on my soul, on my faith, in the names of both He-That-is-Bastion and She-that-is-Astea, that I will not allow you to force me to have sex with you, by violence or coercion, even if it requires me to use force myself."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods, then again. A moment later, her wings open up, and she reaches for Lightsong, drawing her down into a tight embrace, the wings closing around her once she's in. "Thank you," she whispers, resting her head on Haliel's shoulder. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

With a slight giggle, Haliel wraps her arms around the fiendling. "You're very welcome. I have to say, I really like your wings. They make this even--" She breaks off, shifting rapidly to grab Marian's tail tightly. "No," she says firmly, pulling it out from under the hem of her dress, which had ridden up her leg due to her position.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian flinches, blushing. "I- I'm so sorry, it has a mind of its own," she admits. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I've noticed that," Haliel says, a fondly exasperated smile on her lips. "How did Zevran explain it? Hooked directly to your cunt?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Something like that," she admits. "I'm not sure how it works, but..."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel studies the tail, still held firmly in her hand, with a careful eye. "Can you control it at all?" she asks curiously. "Or is it entirely instinctual?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I don't know. Maybe eventually? Right now I don't think I can control it at all."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Maybe we can get you a belt, or a garter? To tie it--" She jumps as the tail jerks wildly in her hand. "Umm."

[Marian Hawke]

"It uh, it's good at getting loose," she admits. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Well, it's clearly attached to your brain, or at least your ears, because it's reacting like it heard me," Haliel jokes.

[Marian Hawke]

"Could you, um... let go?" she asks, quietly. "It's... really sensitive."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel does so readily, though she watches it until it wraps around Marian's waist. "Did I hurt you?"

[Marian Hawke]

"No, no, nothing like that, just... it's.... sensitive. You know."