Oh, the delectably irresistible hormones that winter now brings into the air. Drowning them all in copious amounts of the aroma that thickens with each breath they take.

It is this season in which the dark angel has given herself to the carnal pleasures once and for all; finding what it was, for the first time, in her mortal form. And oh, was it pleasing not only once, but twice. She indulged in her deep seated desires, filling those voided places where she had not allowed herself to become so immersed in another individual, not even with Samil. But it was in the midst of those intimate moments that she found a delicious revelation with each of her victims of lust. Moments in which they shared in such close proximity, with heavy aroma engulfing the area, are when she realized that they were at their most vulnerable. They craved one thing excessively so that they could see no other threats or dangers to their own being, they were completely entranced with the near possibility of hooking up that they were ignorant or simply did not care for anything else around them.

Yes, this was an exciting and new fact for the petite demoness.

But this particular day - a few days in passing from her night of escapades - she was feeling rather different than what she could consider ‘normal’. If Naamah could ever be deemed as such a thing. There was no doubt in her twisted little mind that she was going to bear children; it was simply down to the matter of who they belonged to. She was not foolish enough to give herself away to so many this season and reserved her temple for two of which she deemed worthy enough to enter. Enderly; her thrilling new toy who would come when she called. She practically had him tethered to her through her sultry looks and sly words alone. He was exciting and fresh, a new start to this new life she had, but there was a missing piece within him that she could not pinpoint. And Samil; her everlasting flame, the devil who was always by her side, the one who had somehow ensnared her own sinful heart. He was perfection in her eyes and yet there was a distance still between them that she could not immediately fix. He had been with other women just as she had visited with others, but she did not like this, not one bit. Perhaps she held a double standard but Naamah’s encounters were nothing more than wicked games and playful antics - at least until she met Enderly.

She moved with an elegance that came only from years of perfecting the form and of course her natural allure, her easy jog bringing her through the forest that surrounded the crags silently until she emerges into the warmth of the sunlight to look upon the beauty that was her home. The grotto. She was not particularly interesting in seeking out another this evening and yet the opportunity was presented to her in a way that she will not understand until some number of moments into the future. This white female, she will come to find out, is none other than Enderly’s own second partner.

The girl reminded her much of the one she had met before - Natu - yet younger and taller. It appeared as if she were in search of something or someone, sniffing about the area in hopes for some sort of answer to what questions she may be having perhaps. Naamah watches for a long moment among the outer edge of the fir trees before continuing forward, her own mind wandering subconsciously to the slowly forming lives within her womb, wondering what it is that they will appear to be when they are finally brought from her. She approaches smoothly and with a level of confidence characteristic of herself on a daily basis, her head is held regally and her tail is held in a neutral position at her rear as she closes in. “Now why would a pretty little thing like you be poking around this dingy place?” She inquires sweetly, her sultry voice taking on a rather innocent and friendly tone. She slows her pace until she is closer to the female and eyes her momentarily as she halts. Her own obsidian nose twitches slightly as she picks up on the faint scents that taint the other’s figure. “My, you are just a myriad of scents darling. Been fooling around this winter?” The dark temptress pries shamelessly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she begins to place a particular scent that seems all too familiar upon the female.