ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Naamah gave a pleasurable hum in response to Oded's nip at her lush bottom lip. Her head tipping back ever-so-slightly, giving him a flirting glance of her long, delicate neck. Inspiration. Invitation. This was a dance the succubus knew well but never lacked passion for.
She brought her head back up, her braids making them a little certain about their faces as she pressed her high forehead against his own. Her writhing, rocking, became a bit rougher, causing her to shiver and sigh at the pleasure the friction gave her delicate shell. All the while Naamah's demonic aura seeped out, glowing and flickering like embers from a wood fire. An inky smoke building and curling about her body.
"I love wagers," Naamah purred, her voice set in three-fold reverb. The heat was there in her eyes, matching Oded's. Her eyes more like hot amber swirl among molten gold. She brushed her lips over Oded's but did not kiss. "What are the terms of either winning, my Prince?" Naamah smiled, all teeth, barely breathing space between their mouths. "I'm merely a costumer here." What farces the two played.