Will you fall for me?

"speech"

Her eyes dwindled and her ears were held flat against her cranium. Her shoulders hunched forward, as her head craned. Her abdomen was held tight as she aligned her head with her spinal column. By this time, her opponent had tried twisting away to face her shoulder. But seeing as the woman was smaller, she definitely had agility on her side. Her head was held low, as her icy dwindled orbs would never allow the charcoal woman to stay out of sight. But in spite of all her preparation canined met flesh and the opponent managed to get a fraction of her before it came to an end, crimson liquid stained her russet pigmentation. Slowly, like the manifesting shadows of the nocturnal air, the succubus approached the other in steps of snake like grace, weaving her way around the bends and stalking the vicious woman as if she knew her well. She knew the fight was over, her opponent gave up like a weakling. But she could not say she was not surprised to see that spark inside of her, she never expected a fight in the first place. The woman was interesting. Fragile wrists extend out in order to place a pad on her opponnent head, acting on the illusion that there's barely any meat underneath the isabelline-white flesh but she proved otherwise. Her fur was rather long but extraordinarily soft, stroked lushly, what was before groomed to near perfection now befalls with stray locks of hair."You are not going to die." edgy sonated, dry throat, exhaustation took over her, her voice anything but proof, "Do you know your place now?"