speak of the devil

and she will come

Lillith's bewitching words cause a coy smile to find its place upon Naamah's features for a moment as they watch each other, her companion's incisors barely skimming across her pelage as she passed. "Yes, quite a shame, hm?" She spoke coolly as they now stood face-to-face. Lillith was not so well composed, though, as the gravelly sound of the beginning of a growl rose in her throat before she responded in a rather brusque manner. The blood marked beauty advanced upon her until their breaths were now intermingled in the chilled air between them - a look of sudden realization dawning upon those yellow eyes as Naamah spoke of Samil. The demoness quickly disregarded the matter nearly as fast as Naamah had gotten over the entire ordeal. It was no bother to her any longer, though she felt Lillith deserved some sort of answer for the lack of her once-lover.

There were nights when Naamah missed his presence, yet it was an easily filled position, to say the least. Still, she would not forget him so easily. They shared their moments together and though she has so readily moved on from him, she would relish in those memories from time to time.

Her dark lady began her retreat from the area in the moments passing - tossing her head slightly to allow for Naamah entrance into the territory without hesitation. The wicked temptress was set into graceful motion, her paws treading steadily with that of Lillith's as they entered into the pack lands. It was quite a sight, to see such a delicate appearing vixen against the strong beauty of the Iromanian, the height of Naamah paling in comparison to Lillith's. But Naamah was not of the demonic lineage, perhaps a bit more diluted by the wanderings of some of the lustful males of Hell, though this did not keep the sinful devil from believing herself far more worthy than those who tread the ground she now walks upon. Perhaps Lillith had chosen the right bed to lay herself in to gain her superiority - but Naamah would always see herself as the true hellish divinity. She would not be so foolish to flaunt such things and cost herself the companionship, for she always revered Lillith as a formidable creature and a beauty so rare.

The marquis' words were given in such a viciously playful manner that Naamah could not put down such an offer. "You do know how particular I can be, darling. This may take a while." A cruel smile slithers upon her lips as she winks at her counterpart, reveling in the sinful look that now captures the depths of Lillith's eyes.