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.”
Morgana smiled softly, watching Summer carefully as she raised to her feet. Her eyes sparkled back to Emerald, and slowly her arms slid around her waist, her head dipping in to kiss her passionately, her fingers drawing invisible circles on her back.
Summer fell apart under that mouth, clinging as though she would never let go. She wrapped her hand into the dark hair, pressing her body to Morgana’s, and whined softly. The touch of the lady’s hands was like fire in her veins, the best burn.
Morgana was used to people being so ecstatic around her, but nothing like the yearn Summer seemed to have for her. She ran her hands down to her waist, moaning gently against her mouth as she heard her whine. Slowly, one hand made its way up her back and slowly ran through her beautiful red hair like a comb would. “Summer…” she whispered against her lips.
“My lady?” Summer replied. Morgana’s fingers in her hair made her shiver, arching against the fae. “Command me … “