“No.” Illaoi states firmly. Her peering emerald orbs has pierced the soul of many men, and now it was obvious enough for Evelynn with a direct pointing of her thick index finger. “I will call you Evelynn, and you cannot fool me. You are not some poor little lady, and you are not frail. I smelt your hungering essence upon Bilgewater way before you even set foot upon my island.”
Illaoi had rather not answered the latter part, for she found peace in her independence. Everything upon this island was hers, and her soul was everything to this island. Fauna and flora all alike was one with her spirit.
“Cut out that silver tongue before I cut it for you. What are your true intentions, demon!” Illaoi stomps her boot, an ethereal frothing emerges beneath the amethyst luminescence of the seductress’ lashers pinned into the floorboard. A tentacle coils it way upwards and stills the demons seat, holding her down as planned.
“Now, before I bop you back and forth like a dummy… did you really think you could come here, upon my island, and trick me, a Truth Bearer?”
Illaoi cracks her knuckles threateningly. “Now again… what brings you to my comfortable island?”
Evelynn’s smile turned into a grin, excitement for the hunt already slithering through her veins. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy -- but that was the main part of the hunt. It thrilled her and that much was obvious in her flushed face and wide grin even when the tentacle gripped onto her lashers. Yeeees.
She giggled once again, sliding a hand down to touch the tentacle seductively; careful not to dig her claws into the soft and tender flesh of the appendage just yet.
“If you knew what I was, why bother asking, darling?” She questioned, tilted her head to the side slightly and changing her expression to that of confusion. Mock confusion. “My true intentions?” She inquired then, tapping her lower lip with a claw from her free hand. “Feasting on the suffering of content people, I suppose. It truly tastes the best, so delicious...”
She slid on to her feet, though the tentacle holding her lashers down kept her from moving any further and she instead turned slightly to kneel down and slide her hands over the tentacle in a rather suggestive way.
“I had no doubts that you wouldn’t be tricked, but isn’t that what makes a hunt exciting?~” Eventually her hand squeezed down around the tentacle harshly, a huge contrast to the soft and tender touches she had been giving it a few seconds ago. She moaned at the thought, further digging her claws into the tendril with an extremely pleasured expression. “Give them what they truly want only to rip it from their grubby, disgusting little hands. Their suffering tastes the sweetest then.~”
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