ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Oded's reward for a little bit of concentration while he had been sensually fondling Janis' leg were more distorted images and sensations. Jerky memory of the look, taste, and feel of Elia's powers. How shadows could fold and feed into her. Energy and pathways that should only be accessible to demons. How inky shadow constructs came into full possession of small demonic soldiers... How the magic tasted like thick, tangy tar and cool cuts of moonlight. Cut to images of how Elia looked in the throws of passion... The heat of her... How she tasted like lush mead and how her power seemed to have no bottom...
The creature in Oded's arms kept herself flushed into his chest, picking at imaginary lint off the collar of his shirt while letting the demon's hands wonder over her small, lean frame. Didn't she look completely at home there astride his lap? With the way, he touched her barely dressed form? "The mistress is a very resourceful creature. No one back home taught her such information."
Janis slid her little hands down Oded's chest and moved temptingly in his lap. "A part?" The succubus tisked, "No, no. They're two little animals. I just wonder both their origins, my Prince- brother-dear." If Janis could purr in that moment, she would be there upon Oded's lap. "She retains me because she knows I'd leave this place in ruins in my wake." Nothing wild likes to be caged.