Just a few marks here and there and it should now be...
FWOOSH! A bellowing wind of hot air and steam arose from the center point of carvings and dripped wax. Filling the empty chamber Naomi found it hard to breathe and her pale skin began to turn hot red.
"Why," a hushed voice questioned from behind the blanket of steam.
Coughing and regaining her breath. She begins to frantically restrain herself from the thought of fear yet still backing towards the wall ever slowly. Demons can sense fear, they thrive upon it.
“Why would a lowly woman such as yourself,” his voice discontinues as his shadow walks closer through the vapor. Only his feet appear first and they are barren, scalding red. Then his hand reaching over and picking up Naomi's broken glasses. Speculating them he walked ever closer and his body breeched the fog as would a beast of night.
Naomi took sight of his entirety and was now scrambling through her brain of what to do. This demon is exactly everything she hoped to have yet everything she feared. Muscles toned and shoulders broad, jaw line smooth yet strong, Naomi had peaked in her luck of summoning.
“You think you deserve me? You think you can handle my strength, my power?” He scowled at her while observing every movement.
Stunned she could hardly move her lips. His aura was strong, overpowering, and pinning her down.
“Well?”
“I, don't,” she fumbles her words stammeringly. She knew what she wanted, but did not know how to prepare to receive it. “I, just wanted something. Something different for my first, my first- ”
“First time?” He explodes in laughter and the air begins to cool, “a succubus can't even touch you let alone sleep with a virgin without burning.”
“Well I,” Naomi pauses while he continues to laugh.
“Go on, go on please!” He waves her on while bent over his body squeezing the last bits of joy from his lungs.
“I didn't know, please just,” embarrassed Naomi can't continue to look at him so she points to her bag in the corner of the room. “There are clothes in there, please put them on if all you're going to do is laugh at me.”
He stares at the brown leather sack in the corner. “Clothing? Is this not what you wanted, a bare man to take control of you and use you dry until you couldn't have anymore?”
He follows towards her and lifts her chin looking straight into her browned eyes. She quickly looks away and pushes him back. With every touch his skin burns.
“Resisting now?” He grabs on her blouse and pulls her into his arms. Burning with every touch she feels his warmth and her body begins to relax and ooze before he lets go. Naomi falls on her butt and sits there amazed.
“Naomi, nice name, mine is Jay.” He walks away, picking up the sack, and emptying its contents onto he floor. Out falls a black sweats, slippers, and two white t-shirts in medium and large.
“How did you know my name?”
“The more you let me touch you and let your guard down, the more I will know about you. By the way do you have any tea?”