[ Ruby's look of pleased, apparently perfectly untroubled amusement has barely slipped since she started all of this, but it takes on a more intent, sensual tone when she's able to lock eyes with him while he watches her strip. She knows it must all be because of the fact that he's so helplessly chained to his vessel, unable to resist being drawn into the carnal urges that come with it where she willingly embraces hers, but he's already been 'broken' by his own admission. Too human, he said. Maybe this is something that goes deeper than the flood of hormones she's so shamelessly encouraged.
It's an interesting thought. He's an interesting angel. Too dangerous to play with, but at the same time still too potentially useful to ignore. It wouldn't be the first time that Ruby's played with fire, and she couldn't deny the fact that she gets a thrill out of it.
Her dark eyes are still fixed on his face as he finally utters a name, and her head tilts thoughtfully, briefly catching her bottom lip in her teeth while she considers it.
Then the smile is back, just as devious as ever as she makes a thoughtful hum and slowly slips her fingers from his feathers for now and lets them trail to his hips, catching onto them while she sinks toward the floor, close enough that her breath is warm against his skin all the way down his chest and stomach, and then her lips are hovering just above his cock.
She thinks that the feathers might be even more sensitive to stimulation than this, but she's still learning how to manipulate those. Here she knows exactly what to do. ]
Tell me about Sam.
[ The words are purred, and she's still gazing up at him while her tongue traces a warm, wet line across the tip of his cock. As fun as it would be to completely blow what's left of his mind, she doesn't want to incapacitate him just yet. She wants him to talk, after all. If he decides to be cooperative and give her what she wants, she'll encourage him to continue with more strokes of her tongue and even some gentle sucking.
If he can somehow work up enough rebelliousness to refuse she won't be too disappointed. There's still a lot she can do to him. ]
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It's an interesting thought. He's an interesting angel. Too dangerous to play with, but at the same time still too potentially useful to ignore. It wouldn't be the first time that Ruby's played with fire, and she couldn't deny the fact that she gets a thrill out of it.
Her dark eyes are still fixed on his face as he finally utters a name, and her head tilts thoughtfully, briefly catching her bottom lip in her teeth while she considers it.
Then the smile is back, just as devious as ever as she makes a thoughtful hum and slowly slips her fingers from his feathers for now and lets them trail to his hips, catching onto them while she sinks toward the floor, close enough that her breath is warm against his skin all the way down his chest and stomach, and then her lips are hovering just above his cock.
She thinks that the feathers might be even more sensitive to stimulation than this, but she's still learning how to manipulate those. Here she knows exactly what to do. ]
Tell me about Sam.
[ The words are purred, and she's still gazing up at him while her tongue traces a warm, wet line across the tip of his cock. As fun as it would be to completely blow what's left of his mind, she doesn't want to incapacitate him just yet. She wants him to talk, after all. If he decides to be cooperative and give her what she wants, she'll encourage him to continue with more strokes of her tongue and even some gentle sucking.
If he can somehow work up enough rebelliousness to refuse she won't be too disappointed. There's still a lot she can do to him. ]