Straight or not hardly mattered to Elia; her interest in lovers had little to do with their genitals and much more to do with how interesting she found them. And Kennet was incredibly interesting. A challenge, and an indulgence. Dangerous and delicious, and so powerful that he could overpower even her deep well of magic.
"I intend to delay your rounds by doing many things," the witch purred, her teeth catching at his skin before she lifted her head. The shadows that had cloaked her melted from the shoulder that he'd left intact, swirling and slithering down over the curves of her body as they fled. "You'll have to tell me whether or not you consider any of them 'misbehaving'..." As the darkness slid lower on her body, Elia sank to the ground, her hands skimming over his body as she slid to her knees.