Elizabeth
Health. Something even a demon must maintain when they're not in hell. At least the lesser ones! Azerel changed his jogging pattern for something a bit different. Now normally he'd never do such a thing, but he was getting bored of the same routine. Visiting the nearby cafe was plenty of fun, but still the same things grow old. So for a refresher the incubus jogged effortlessly through the forest. Until he was... Lost.

Azerel's directional skills were perfectly fine... When he has service. But as he came to a stop to check his phone for directions... The tall trees seemed to be blocking his signal, and luck may have it. He hadn't paid much attention while mindlessly jogging. Thus, rendering him lost. 

"Huuuh..." He sighed as he tried everything on his phone in attempt to get a rough idea of where he was. Until he eventually got frustrated with the device and shoved it in his pocket. Annoyed he looked around mindlessly now for *Something* Or *Someone.*
Annette
*Even a goddess like her enjoyed taking strolls, especially there was nothing to fight, no cities in peril...*

*Being so in touch with the earth and its life meant she knew her way around the area. She strolled calmly through the forest, admiring the wildlife. She gracefully strolled, her feet almost gliding across the ground as she walked.*

*She walked deeper into the forest, as the tree cover grew thicker and thicker, eventually blocking the sunlight entirely. One could almost mistake it for the nighttime. She decided to rest, sitting against a tree with her legs tucked in. She started to hum a gentle tune to herself, a soft but noticeable glow emitting from her wings.*
Elizabeth
The only notable difference in the forest was that it could get darker. After spending plenty of time walking in a meaningless circle he decided to head deeper. Amidst the deepening darkness was a small hum. If he was human he'd likely struggle to hear it, but then as he walked... A light?... Curiosity deepened rather than worry. Like a moth to a flame the incubus made his way closer softly treading the ground until they were in eyesight of one another.

Azerel cautiously eyed the moth. A glowing moth? Odd. A woman especially... But her attractiveness was especially peculiar. Almost like a succubus's pheromones. He couldn't believe it but his legs were moving forward on their own!

"I- uh- hello?" Between her beauty and confusion and it made a proper conversation difficult. "I didn't mean to intrude but... I got lost in the forest miss and so far you're the only person I've seen..." He brashly said knowing how odd it could be for someone to randomly be this deep in the forest.
Annette
*As she heard the sound of his footsteps approach, her antenna twitched and she opened one eye to see what the oncoming sound came from. She immediately sensed that his aura was different from a humans, even before spotting him. Her wings kept emitting that blue-green glow.*

*Once she did see him however, he immediately had her full attention. He was a tall, built man with dark blue green hair, as well as a... Tail? She had never seen anyone quite like him, especially nobody sporting a tail. She found him... Attractive, to say the least. Her wings shifted to a more purple color as she eyed him.*

*Once he walked towards her, she gave a small, gentle smile, opening both deep blue eyes to look at him.*

"...Do not worry, you are not intruding in the slightest. You are... Lost, you say?"

*Her voice was... Quite pleasant to listen to. She stood up, which brought attention to just how curvy she was.*

"Do not worry. I may be of some assistance to you."

*She wanted to compliment his appearance, though she figured it was best to keep that to herself.*
Elizabeth
"Oh- wow." He audibly said as the moth lady had risen. Her curves were inhuman- at least very, very rare. His uneasiness faded quickly, despite how beautiful she was he felt inclined to trust her. Azerel could tell something was off, but his personality and interests simply made him more interested in Mothra.

"Well... I'm glad you're willing to help me, but why is a pretty moth lady sitting in the woods? Oh and if you don't mind may I know your name, my name is Azerel." 

The incubus told her. These were his words, though- as he finally began to resist her unbelievably perfect presence.

"I- also must admit... Your beauty is a bit much even for me." He blurted out as he was definitely closer to her. His honesty was appalling to say the least. Her divine-like nature was something he was falling for, poor Azerel had closed the gap between them despite knowing her perfection was pulling him in. Only 10 feet lay between them now. Though he stood firmly, trying not to push himself upon her irresistible existence.
Annette
*Once she stood up, she got a much better look at him, a very light blush appearing on her face. Her voice, her expression, all of it gave off a feeling of safety. She had the best intentions, wanting to help him find his way home, no strings attached.*

*The pink streak on her face got a tad more noticeable as he called her pretty. She responded by giving her name.*

"My name is Mothra... And I enjoy the feeling of the forest. I love nature, in general."

*Her eyes widened as he mentioned her being beautiful, though only slightly as she tried to keep her composure. A man as handsome as him calling her beautiful?*

"...Thank you very much... If I'm being completely honest... I-I find you very attractive as well."

*Her eyes darted away out of embarrassment, though little did she know the gap between them was slowly closing. Neither of them could resist the other for long...*
Elizabeth
Azerel was trying his best to hold his composure, but to no avail could he succeed. She was too pure, and perfect. He felt a tug on his heart as it began to rise and fall. As if he had loved this woman for a while- love at first sight? No no... It felt deeper than that. Moreover as he stepped closer he pulled her into a hug with the best intentions he could muster in this situation.

"Mothra you said?... I- well I appreciate this. I must go forward and say- there's something irresistible about you. Something that tugs on my heart- my body. I've never felt so... At home. Safe."

Azerel did his best to explain this feelings she was mustering inside of him. Thankfully she was the one whom had these abilities. Anyone else- and there was a 50/50 chance, he probably would have been smacked. The two of them hugging in the middle of the forest as a growing worth would grow. Maybe not arousal quite yet, but if this effect over him continued to grow his own pheromones would lose their control. Which, Azerel knew somewhere in his foggy mind- would lead down a passionate road of intimacy.
Annette
*She honestly felt like she had loved him for centuries, she had never felt this feeling at this intensity...*

*Her eyes widen and her face goes red as he hugs her, her wings transitioning from a purplish-blue to a light pink.*

"A-Ah, well... Honestly, I... Feel the exact same way..."

*Her wings fluttered slightly as she hugged him back, slowly closing her eyes as she did. There was no way she'd do anything to harm him, much less smack him for hugging her. Her feelings only grew more prominent, the tension growing thicker by the second...*
Elizabeth
Azerel had finally acknowledged her emotions she was displaying, which sprouted a bright red blossom across his face. A blush deepening as these thoughts filled his head. Passionate... Lust. Adoration... Many emotions were clouding his judgement. The air felt thick between them, there wasn't any resistance anymore from him. The man she believed to be so handsome softly pressed his lips against hers. Their heights matched perfectly- it was odd how compatible it felt, but at the same time it was so reassuring. Eventually after a long kiss he'd gently pull away for a moment.

"Mothra... I-I want you.." 

He whispered against her lips. His arms began rubbing her back exploring her body with an odd familiarity. Azerel's green eyes were set on her blue diamonds. She could clearly see it. That pang of neediness for her running through him. Slowly she'd begin to feel it. The excitement an incubus can incur inside of a woman. He wasn't going to be able to stop himself, but at least the progression was paced.