Her rocking was not too distracting, though his arousal was more prominent with the soft writhing on it. The form she took looked fragile, but it was not. The shadowy darkness flowed off her form in wistful strands, flowing over his hand on her hip, moving with the roll of her hips. She was teasing him, he knew, perhaps attempting to push him to do more without a bargain, which would put him in her debt. She was uncannily clever, more so than her sister succubi. This one had extremely talented and Oded intended an alliance, a mutually favorable one.
"Information for me," Oded growled in return, reaching up to cup her chin, tilting her head as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the slender curve of her throat. "Tell me, what is it you desire from me, little sister? Surely not a simple fuck. You need not go through such elaborate games to get into my bed."
He released her chin then, drawing back to meet her smoldering gaze and moving his hands to her hips, stilling them. Oded had no intention of letting her get off on his thigh. She was too smart to do that, because she would be beholden to him, he knew, though there was a slim chance that's exactly what she wanted. Oded was thinking about her queries, the specificity of them now.