The priestess allowed herself to be manipulated, feeling no fear or concern for her being as Raven moved her head to the side and pulled her flush against him. In her mind this was part of her purpose in life. She was meant to serve and serve him she would even if it meant the end of her life.
The feel of his fangs pressing into her skin was short-lived as a rush of pleasure shot through her system. An almost inaudible moan escaped her lips on an exhale before she took another shaky breath in.
"I am glad that I am found pleasing to you my Lord Prophet," she murmured softly even as she remained still in his arms. "Do you require more of me sir?" Shamira kept her eyes closed and her head bowed to the side, still unable to meet Raven's eyes.
Behind her Kharn had bowed his own head at Raven's display, accepting his punishment for what it was and keeping his silence for good. He had displeased the most powerful man in his world and was not about to further incite his wrath for while the warning was harmless it was nonetheless understood and felt.
