"...Mmm, might be hard for me to keep control? And being mixed might be - weird?"

"Maybe not, then. Or at the end."

"I want you just to myself, right now - and it'll be fun for her to wake up only as she's dying."

"Okay." Kiss.

Ellie drags the blade down Knife's back, cutting through shirt and skin.

Mmmmm!!!

It being her own anchor adds another layer, an amazing echo through her soul, and she squirms against Ellie.

She slices down one leg then up the other, then pushes Knife down to the ground to begin pulling the fabric off entirely, cutting more when she needs to.

Some of those cuts are going to go a bit deeper than intended with how wiggly Knife's being.

She's got no one to blame but herself for that.

Well, she does have Ellie to thank for not backing off...

Things are starting to get good! Why would she ever stop now?

Excited wiggle! 

"Mmm, you haven't really shown me any magic yet, darling..."

"Night's still young," Ellie says, licking some of the blood off the knife.

She moans, low and deep.

Kiss!

Wiggle kiss!

Then it's time to start with the magic. Hmm...

First, the femurs. Wither them slowly, until the weight of flesh and pull of tendon causes them to bend- and snap.

"Nnnnm... Ahhh - ah!" She jerks against Ellie when the final break comes, breaking through her moans.

Ellie kisses the broken legs, not too gently.

"Oh, nnn, Ellie..."

"You like how this feels?"

"Yes. So much."

"I guessed as much from those skeletons."

"I could've been just a sadist, you know."

"You were too interested in getting a body."

Giggle. "Guilty as charged."