Oded | Naamah
The restless spirits of this place had put Oded on edge, his attention on Namaah was hovering to be sure as he took the directives of Management seriously. Her flighty nature, the hunger she broadcast so loudly in his head, was all the more reason to keep close to her. He cared not for the humans within, but if they could provide Namaah some stabilization, perhaps he could also indulge in a bit of pleasure this evening.
His gaze darkened as she suckled his thumb, the temptations of the flesh so readily simmering, but it was her shadowed grace that held a primal interest as her billowing dark shadow moved into the mortals' room. Oded could feel her presence on a different level than the Earthly realm, a sense of movement and malevolence that could only be of his kin. She was a magnificent creature of darkness. Oded felt his form stir with arousal as Namaah touched the mortals' dreams, he could feel the desire she sent forth, the edges lapping eagerly at his body and he found himself growing hard as he watched his little sisters craft coming to life before him.
The mortals were joined, soft cries begging for more and more deviant pleasures. His own form radiated with lust and temptations, filling the air with tension and frustration as he held the male's pleasure back, encouraging him deeper into Namaah's fantasies. Their cries were lush and thick with hedonistic gluttony and he smirked as Namaah dined. Take more, little sister. They will not find completion until you are supped, he encouraged her, his attention split between the feast before him and their surroundings. The restless spirits were gathering, drawn in by Namaah's shadows and his hand rested upon the hilt of his sword.