Letting her down from his hips only when he could place her on the bed, the Djinn started to kiss down her open chakras, drawing in more power to himself. His flesh cracking finally in more than just ruins magically etched on his skin. Anything that did not belong in his space lit on fire, becoming floating embers around them.
His mouth continued down further and further until he was between her legs, taking from the chakra her power drew most from since pairing with the succubus. Burning flesh, caressing flesh with his lips and tongue and taking in the pit of shadowed magic that she had gained from the Hunt. Groaning against her, the entire trailer seemed to be up in flames that could never burn the enchanted walls or furniture.
Waiting until she was at a peak, he pulled away from her. His eyes pure flame, the skin blacked around the cracks that split all over his human shell. But the intensity of the Djinn that had happened previously in their exchanges was different this time. He stood up and lashed out, his hand wrapped tightly around her neck. In a flash of blue magic, his hidden shackles appeared. The sound of invisible chains rattled as his hand was forced back.
Kennet growled, the low tones and hisses of a fire the size of a two-story house, that continued into what seemed to be a language. His readiness to take her for all she had to give did not sit well with Management. The rule of not killing employees fell on him as well.