He watches her climb down from his hip and situate herself on the nearby couch as he takes another drag. It seems like more and more smoke pours from his lungs every time he exhales, regardless of how long the drag preceding it was. Valentino doesn’t respond. Not verbally, at least. His two lower hands start to undo the fastenings on his coat, which drops to the ground with a heavy thud. His wings flutter against his back, stretching now that they’re freed, and he sighs.
“Hey, baby, you’re cute ‘n all, but don’t start actin’ like you own me ‘cause you got a pretty kitty.” He’s dressed mostly in revealing latex and fishnets beneath the coat, as well as a pair of red-accented boots that reach just a bit above the halfway point of his thighs. “You’re on my turf, baby girl. Watch that mouth, or I might hafta put somethin’ in it.”
body stiffens , watches in astonishment as the other drops deadweight like an chrysalis . skin crawls as smoke pours across the heaving breaths of folded succubus , of drug laced smog thieving every cell of oxygen in her brain . like being choked , like two hands she can’t see forming to strangle pretty little neck as she subconsciously feels something force her shoulders back &&. pin her down in her positioning for prime taking .
heart quickens , unaware of smoldering hands formed from cigarette holding her down as valentino takes his sweet time in coming closer . tail flicks about , catty in wait , hungry for something to find &&. curl around . the desire to bite back , to fight with every ounce of uppity for a sense of punishment burns under hellish flesh , only to be sated by the heavy press of ecstasy fluttering in the air . a quiet groan seeps from verosika , from practiced maw that hides her flavor of sin from being heard by loudspeakers just yet .
claws reach , search for anything in their awkward posture to grab , finding nothing more than the couch’s edge to dig into with an arch of her back further preening glistening girlish prize . oughta say something to soothe the demon hellraiser now biting at her gullet .
“ sorry , out of practice with REAL talent . used to limp-dicks with no bite to their bark ; guess my velvety loins need a thorough reminder of what big bads ‘re capable of , huh v ? ”
a shuddering breath echoes out as he steps near , looming presence already enough to earn a flex of leg muscles , of flinching excitement wanting nothing more than to be caressed . just give her one little flick , anything to make her yours . prove you’ve got guts &&. she’ll sing all your sweetest songs without a crack to her tune .
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