But he who dares not grasp the thorn,should never crave the rose.
Her expression softens, deceptively. angellic, youthful, her signature seduction writ in purring mania. Her golden gazed mixed with violet and orange could only burn further, warmingly inviting the other in as she noticed he mimics her movements and approach her further. Good, he is interested and how could he not be when he has in front of him a true Goddess. You drive a hard gamble, monsieur her voice echoes saucily through the air. It was nothing but an icy invitation to lure him near. Closer. Deeper. Her hiss stretching in the intimate darkness, surrounding them and embracing him, sending shivers down one spine in its wake. He decided, on his own, to close the distance between their bodies, and the vampiric succubus could not leave such gracious act without a proper reward therefore she decided to offer the handsome, adonisian man a soft, haunting feminine moan. You stir something, so deep inside me. You can feel it too, oui? her body shivers, an angellic purr peeled estactically, from a thirsting womb just as the brute throw his cards on the table to reveal his hunger. His skin, sensual, emitting heat and pure sexuality; his scent, drugs to her sensitive senses. She wanted him. She wanted to possess him, to toy with him. She feels his feign bite, yes but she does not flinch for a moment. A smirk painted her visage, one that could bring shame to the Devil fore she was never one that backed down eagerly. The brute wanted to dominate her, to show his strenght and intimidate her. Fair enough. This was his kink. She shall let him believe he has the upper hand , that he has full house, but she will not roll down and submit so easily. She will have her fun. Yes, I will bring many to you. Want to feel them, little Brute? vocals hissed seductively into his ear, gently and all but a soft rythm; all but a innuendo. It was her move now and she knew exactly what to do to have him wrapped around her claw. It was a tango, a dance and he was an admirable partner. Perfect. Masculine. Strong. His stare was an infernal temptation as was his scent; it was like he wanted to defy her. A never ending smirk; slender, graceful paw curled with viscious claws upon his shoulder, while she maintained her balance on the three other limbs. Plush tongue, delicately rolling from within salivating incisors; dragging across his chigh cheek-bones, tasting him upon her tongue, slowly. Devouring each single, fine fur thread into an aching sensuality.
