Oded | Naamah
The awareness that something else was out there, watching them drew Oded's attention for a moment before Namaah's victims began to writhe in the agony of need. The mortals were trying everything to crest and it was his hold that kept it from them. Oded did not normally twist the temptations so, but his little sister needed more than a sip tonight.
He needed her to be at her full strength. The mortals amused him by crying out to the Father. It always amused him when they did. Namaah's thoughts whispered and caressed in his mind and he saw the energy glowing about her form now. Oded nodded and the mortals screamed out their release, hoarse and ragged. The scents of their sweat and release intermingling. The backlash of pulsing sexual energy was like a jolt of power from the depths of Hell and Oded's eyes glowed red for a moment.
Come to me, little sister. We are not alone, Oded warned suddenly, feeling a strong pulse of malevolence energy too close for his comfort level. He seldom needed to bring forth his true form, but Oded was simmering with awareness and he reached out his free hand to draw Namaah closer to his side. The mansion. He drew his sword, his expression shifting to cunning alert.