Her supple form flanks him and as she watches him closely she can detect the scant disclosure of his delight and pridefulness in which it is that he has accomplished with her. Yes, it was a feat within itself to become so close to the fallen queen and to instill his seed within her was even more noteworthy. Yet she would have it done with none other - aside from her dark lord - and has accepted Enderly into her life quite rapidly. The connection that lingered between she and the silver eyed casanova was unquestionable and she could not so easily ignore him especially when he is calling for her presence at his lonely side.
His affection for her had developed ever further with each moment she was able to spend with him and it is apparent in his eyes when she finally settles at his forefront that he is unafraid to show this. The reaction he has given extorts a feeling in which she has not yet encountered when around him and it is now that she realizes her own fondness of him has evolved into something more. But his words shake her of this as he chooses to respond in a rather cheeky manner; bold enough to imply that he is unsettled by her time spent with her ex-lover. Such a reply evokes a sinister chuckle from the wicked temptress and she is casual in her reply as her tail flickers playfully at her haunches. “Spoils? I hardly think so..” She bats her eyes innocently as she tilts her head down and away from his own, putting on an act of faux bashfulness before looking back to him from under hooded eyes. “Do you really think I smell so appalling?” Her words pry as she starts back at him.
It is rather apparent that Enderly has a jealous streak that is beginning to show through all of the charm. He is sly to keep her attention from this though as he now stands to approach her, his movements slinking him closer to her until he is nipping at her shoulder and upon such a brash action does she raise a snarl within her throat, warning him if he shall choose to continue. He will learn quickly; just as he very well should when it comes to pregnant Naamah. If he were to ignore these hints then he will find himself without her company any further. And just like a switch flipped from one position to another, her mood has changed when he nuzzles gently at her plump midriff, and she finds some sort of comfort in this subtle move. It is compassionate and yet another side to his endless faces.
She finds that she rather likes this tender side of her callboy. Where Samil gives erotic, sadistic pleasure; Enderly balances it with delicate touches and smooth words. The dark witch embraces his touch as he contoured his body around her own and moved to her anterior again, his knives slipping daringly from his lips into her neck and before he was capable of moving to capture her ear, she turns upon him with fangs gnashing for his face in a quick retaliation to his sensual touches. Still, he speaks to her in a rather collected demeanor and expresses his concern for her hunger - which indeed was incapable of being quelled so easily in these passing months - before turning away and bringing a large leaf-veiled offering to the dark goddess.
“Ah.. you’re offering pleases me, darling.” She coos as she steps around him and to the small meal that he has brought to her, quickly consuming them without further thought as to how she appeared so ravenous in front of her admirer. It was not a feast that could fill her gurgling belly and yet it provided needed nutrients in which she does not normally consume and so she relishes in the exotic palate that touches her tongue. “Now.. Back to our earlier conversation.” She speaks between licks against her moistened muzzle. “Do you intend on remaining loyal to me when these little plagues are born?” She eyes him as she raises her head from the ground and leaves the leaf empty aside from the broken shells splattered atop it.