The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.
“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”
“God you’re beautiful like that.” Summer shivered at the flash; Morgana’s response drove her to her knees.
Morgana slowly dipped her hand down, to lightly run her fingers along Summer’s jawline. “As are you. You are a beautiful woman, Summer,” she whispered huskily, a soft grin crossing her features.
Summer blushed, turning her head to kiss Morgana’s fingers. “Such flattery. You’ll turn my head, my lady.”
Morgana felt her emerald eyes flash her faery blue colour once more, and she felt a soft chuckle escape her lips. “Mmm, indeed miss.” She smirked softly then slowly stood up straight, holding her hand out for her. Her eyes filled with lust and passion.
Summer laid her hand in Morgana’s, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. She took another step, and pulled Morgana into her arms, lifting her face to kiss the faery.