Isiah moved his head automatically toward Eijar, who was resting against his ear on the opposite side, and issued a quiet command in English. "You should tighten your body more, like you used to do."
Shocked by the unexpected instruction, Eijar stared at him in utter surprise before raspy words passed her scales. "Okay, master."
The succubus Tirana comprehended zero words of their foreign exchange, nor did she care to investigate. She simply continued threading her long, delicate fingers through his dark hair in a slow, seductive rhythm, desperately attempting to capture his unyielding gaze.
In the meantime, Eijar began constricting her body around his neck. At first, her muscles engaged in a sluggish, powerless manner, yet as the succubus slid her manicured hands downward toward Isiah's chest, Eijar applied immense, suffocating power to her coil.
