speak of the devil

and she will come

The glimmer within the silver depths of his eyes is not missed as the black pits of Naamah’s own stare into him. It is clear that her remark had sparked some sort of self satisfaction as his energy changes and he becomes more engaged in her presence before him. The raven coated femme fatale knew what was going on in these moments; it was always the same sequence as they were drawn helplessly into her jaws like a creature into the riptide.

His smooth voice caused her ears to perk lightly and her head to tilt ever so innocently as she kept her act going quite well - knowing that a large male like he would not be so threatened by a petite female such as she. Something shifts in the silver pair of his own eyes as she watches him quietly and he begins to circle around her as if he were analyzing a possession of his own before returning to her anterior and calling to her in his silver tongue again. For a moment, Naamah seemed to ponder on his inquiry before responding in a rather sultry timbre. “Whatever it is that you would be willing to give me..” She bats her eyes as a sultry smile begins to sweep across her delicate features and her tail flicks gently at her hindquarters.

Now the game truly begins.

She allows a moment of quiet to pass between them before she advances forward, her steps light and her eyes trained on his own as she saunters slowly closer to him, veering to the left slightly as she reaches his cheek. Her neck extends and skull tilts moderately upward as the tip of her muzzle grazes so gingerly along his jaw line. But she will not allow him to indulge in these simple pleasures for long as she makes a short, graceful leap away from him, turning to view him from over her shoulder as she calls. “Don‘t make me wait.” It is spoken softly before she turns away from him and begins to lope nimbly away from him and further into the forest, laughing playfully as she went along into the shadows.

Naamah is never a creature to trade her place with her victims; she is a lover of the pursuit of whom it is she chooses, but the thrill of fleeing seems so much more exhilarating at times. It does not do any bad for her to try it this one time.