Her intentions were never to harm Samil in any mental or emotional form and yet it appears to be happening anyway. Although, truly, he should have known that she would never break from her true nature. Naamah had been a wanton soul from the very beginning, Samil knew this, and he seemed to quite enjoy it upon the days leading up to their fated committal. But if he had expected her disposition to be broken simply because they had tied their lives together was another thing entirely; he should have been aware of the fact that Naamah was desirous in her ways and would not quit the game so readily. She enjoyed making them squirm beneath her sensual grasp upon their heart and occasionally became more involved than she first intended, but she always returned to Samil at the end of her escapades and that was what she thought truly mattered.

By the way that her hellish sultan was reacting to the consistency of Enderly’s presence, she could tell that it would not end well in any regard, and so she began to linger closer to the grotto in hopes that she will appease what his wants are of her. Whether that be increased physical affection or the fact that she was spending less time around the woodland with her silvered callboy. Still, she would not give him up entirely.

It is upon this day that she has decided to spend alone within the cavernous abode to appeal to Samil’s wishes and the fact that she is beginning to feel her young ones moving about anxiously for their big debut. She knows that it is coming and her hunger has grown into a ravenous beast - something she knows that her bloodied lover with gladly assuage with sacrifices. Speaking of the devil himself, his hulking figure is heard softly moving through the tunnels and further into the catacomb that she has claimed as her birthing site, she anticipates his arrival and perks her head up so that her eyes may fall upon his handsome figure when he enters through the passageway.

He is silent, as always, and drops two blood soaked snowshoes before her eagerly awaiting jaws. She is voracious and yet she takes her time in feeding on the kills, plucking off the fur and chewing through flesh to find the most valuable organs to feed her ever-starving young. She is thankful for Samil’s loyalty to her despite what reservations he may or may not hold - but she knows him well enough and can sense when there is something unhinged within his sinister mind.

Her attention is kept tuned into where he was positioned, one ear angled back to his corner as she finished the first hare. She does not speak to him, as he does not with her, and stands from her laying position so that she may turn and approach him amidst the shadows. Her muzzle reaches out as she nears him to rub against the thick of his chest and neck, smearing light patches of blood to mingle within each strand of fur that she corrupts with her touch. But there is a scent that lingers heavily upon him that is not so pleasing to her, a feminine scent that is tainted with the odor of heat, and yet she still does not speak a word. She will not give in to his foolish game, not now or ever.

“Your offering pleases me..” She purrs as she turns around and sits just under his chin, pressing herself into his chest again as she rests against him. A delusive smile plays upon her lips as she peers into the darkness and focuses her other senses upon him; the pounding heartbeat she feels, the subtle breathing her ears catch, and the stench of what others he has come in contact with heavy upon his fur.