Demeter followed Desponia in under the stream, the heat of the water immediately relaxing her. It did nothing to quell her lust though. Her hands returned to Desponia's hips, her lips to her lips, as the water washed over the both of them. She wasn't used to feeling needy in this situation, but her desire seemed to be bubbling in a way that was unfamiliar to her. Demeter wondered if Alice had anything to do with the change or if it was merely Desponia's power intoxicating her.