speak of the devil

and she will come

It was a night similar to very many, the wicked angel had found her fun with her dearest Lilitu for the evening, and though she was not allowed to come home fruitful, she still felt some sense of pleasure in their time. Why could it not be that they shared more days like those? It were not as if Iromar had many things going on within it, they seemed to be at a stalemate, rather, with those of Diveen - neither side taking action upon each other. So why could her little Lillith not come out to play with her more often than not? It is this, among other things, that she now ponders as she reclines within the confines of what she has claimed as her own within the grotto.

She does not particularly like to spend her time alone at the hours of the night. These are, in fact, the prime times to be out seeking the presence of another’s company. Especially for those who think as Naamah does. Those who are of opposite mindsets are not equally as fun to play with, the temptress believes. They cry for their mercy, while those with dark souls plead for more. It brings a twinkle of a grin upon her façade as she thinks of this, the desire for wanting one of those dark souls rising within her chest with every passing moment. She ponders on the idea of seeking out one within the hour, but she does not act upon any of these thoughts, as she is being given the gift of having one brought directly to her.

The heavy aroma is first given as he idles outside of the crevice that leads to her abode and though it has been a variable amount of time between their last encounter, she does not forget so easily. It is the virile musk of an individual that could set her wicked heart aflame, a creature she was sworn to forget, and yet her damnable soul would not. Ferine desires rise slowly as she sits expectantly amidst the darkness, her auds perking as the sound of his entrance brings her heart aflutter within her chest. He is a monstrous creature, one crafted from the purest of things, and despite what she tells herself, she will desire him eternally. It was foolish to believe she could simply walk away without a single remaining thought of the devil.

And perhaps he had come here to remind her of that mistake.

His voice reaches out to her, wrapping itself around her slender bodice as it bounces from the walls that surround, and her skin is nearly sent shuddering at such a pleasurable sound. She rises then from her relaxed position as his hulking figure breaks through the sliver of moonlight just beyond her bed of sins. Her blackened eyes find their way over every prominent muscle, every minute detail in his fur, everything she remembers as being hers. He speaks to her again in his rich timbre and she cannot remain stagnant any longer as he remains in her presence. There is a touch of agony that taints his words before they idle off and she is compelled to jog effortlessly to him now, her elegant figure appearing miniscule so close to his own gargantuan form. “Oh, my darling, there is no other like you.” She purrs as she moves to rub herself against his side, inhaling deeply as she is given the moments to be so close to him again. Her tail flicks at her haunches as she now turns her anterior to angle back toward him, keeping her rump near to his chest and ceasing her movement. “Where have you been?” She asks in a soft coo, her tone entirely innocent in all regards.