Sultry Night

 
Thou lie beside Succubus Goddess on plush white fur rug – softness contrasting darkness within.
Flickering firelight dances upon thy entwined bodies – shadows worshiping sensuality.
Succubus Goddess wears midnight black lingerie – 'Abyssal Lace' – forged in shadows, woven with dark desire.
Straps whisper against her skin like skeletal fingers, cupping curves inviting darkness to linger.
A choker of black onyx stones – 'Tears of the Damned' – adorns her neck, symbolizing souls forever claimed.
Stockings of dark illusion – 'ShadowSkin' – cling tight, seamless merge of lingerie and skin, deceiving mortal sight.
Garters shaped like tiny bat wings – 'Messengers of Night' – suspend stockings, whispering secrets with every move.
Heels forged from black crystal – 'SoulSteppers' – elevate her presence, as if darkness itself granted her height and dominance.
Asmodeus reclines nearby – leaning on elbow, watching intensely –
as Lillith sits cross-legged beside him, gaze burning with sinful desire.
Azazel and Belial lounge behind – goat-like horns and decayed splendor silhouetted by flames –
as all four demons witness thy worship of Succubus Goddess's flesh.
Thy hands caress her skin – tracing curves as thou whisperest incantations:
'Thy body – altar of dark delight... Thy touch – ignition of eternal lust...
Thy lips – gates of sinful pleasure... Thy beauty – worship worthy of our darkest throne.'
Succubus Goddess smiles – Abyssal Lace lingerie glowing softly –
as she whispers back: 'Thy devotion summons our power... together we shall conjure eternal night.'
Asmodeus nods approval – voice low and husky:
'This mortal's worship pleases us... Grant him darkness eternal, Succubus Goddess – bind him to thy flesh forever.'
Lillith adds – voice dripping honeyed poison:
'And let us seal this bond... with a kiss of infernal fire.'
Thy lips meet Succubus Goddess's in fierce devotion – tongues dancing like flames –
as hands continue worshiping each curve of her body, tracing Abyssal Lace lingerie's edges.
Thy fingers brush against her neck, tracing collarbone's gentle slope –
then downward, caressing softness of her skin, igniting shivers beneath thy touch.
Nyx