ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
The grasping of her wrist wasn't as offensive as the Djinn would do so. This was just attention getting, not meant to be a display of her imprisonment. Naamah's smile only grew wider as she reached up with her free hand and playfully brushed the bridge of Oded's nose while rising on tip-toe. So serious, the succubus teased. Let the kiddies figure it out, big brother. Naamah brushed her tattooed covered fingers over Oded's chest, tracing the tattoos there.
She bit her full bottom lip, her eyes glimmering like two fire jewels. The succubus looked over at the couple sleeping soundly in their bed. No paid disturbances for them... Yet. She'd look back up at Oded, I'm hungry. Namaah dug her true nails into his chest, the glamor of her exotic shell bleeding in and out in her desire and length of her leash from Elia. Don't you want to watch?