ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Oded would hear the veritable tisk of displeasure at the mention of Management directing her to do anything. Naamah had a theory that Management was demonic in nature. They day the succubus learned exactly who was pulling those strings and binding not only herself but others of its own kind... Well, it wasn't going to be a very lovely sight.
The heat and callousness of Oded's thumb sent a soft tingle to follow in its wake. His encouragement and sumptuous words made the succubus' dark, chaotic energy to flare. The hot, pink flash of tongue flicked out to great that thumb, taking it partly into the heat of Naamah's mouth before she dragged her bottom teeth over the more sensitive underside in her bite.
Breaking free, Naamah turned on the sleeping couple as her glamor completely melted. A black void of a gender fluid silhouette with bat-like wings stretched wide. Souls rolled just under the surface of Naamah's skin, crying, wailing. She slithered onto the bed, claws puncturing the sheets, with the happiest of smiles. Then she seemed to dive into the bed. Into the shadows and into the couple's dreams.
Slowly they stirred. Just the soft movement of desire first starting in the woman. How her legs shifted in position, how her back arched in the start of a pleasant dream and need. Then how her body started to scoot back, seeking out its partner. The press of her hips into his own. The man's hand slinking around, first holding at the woman's belly then moving north with the invitation of the woman's movements. Both were becoming locked in the dreams Naamah easily crafted. Soon spelled into a fever pitch of movement; kisses, moans, murmurs to each other... Or was that to their dream partners?
Naamah resurfaced from out of shadow when it seemed like the couple was awake. She easily sat perched on the headboard. A bird of prey waiting for her meal. The couple's eyes were cloudy, unseeing but what Naamah crafted. The couple pulsed with their lustful energy. Two orange stars burning hotter and hotter. The sweat beading down the spine of the woman as she road.
The scent of sex thickened the air. Intense and desperate in the couple's wanton calls. Naamah rippled, expanding in her dining pleasure. Just the contact high. Just little sips. Just for this moment. Namaah liked playing with her food.