The voyeuristic incubus sat and watched all of this, an eyebrow lifting at the gazbeloom’s tenacity. His eyes, however, quickly shifted over to the human and he could feel a discomfort start to emanate off of her. His eyebrows knit together. A small bud of doubt could easily grow into something much larger to stop this progress. That’s not good.<br/><br/>Lori could feel Lawrence’s touch slowly encroach all over her body, from her wrists to her legs and her torso. Each touch sent a shiver across her skin, goosebumps began to raise everywhere his eyestalks and hands ventured. As he moved further up her legs, teasing closely near her more private parts, all while his hand brushed over and pushed at her breasts, her breathing quickened further near to, but not quite, hyperventilation. Nobody had ever touched even close to these places. Yet, despite that, here she was, dancing with a monster, with every one of his limbs all over her. It was strangely exciting to her. She wanted to feel more of it.<br/><br/>But then, as he lifted her into the air once again, she felt a new sensation. As her body moved upward, something else moved downward.<br/><br/>Is he taking off her panties?! A momentary bud of fear began to bloom in her heart.<br/><br/>Before she could dwell on that thought any longer, however, a new image flew through her mind. Where the fabric was sliding across her skin, it was replaced with the tickle of the petals of his eyes. Where the elastic hugged at her thighs as it moved, was replaced with the stalks wrapped around her skin sliding gently downward towards her ankles. It wasn’t her panties. It was just him. His touches. She was being paranoid. The fact that the room was so hot around them, the air held the same temperature as the growing heat between her legs, so there seemed to be no coolness to brush over to feed her previous doubt.<br/><br/>The incubus breathed a sigh of relief. That was a close one. He didn’t want to have this much influence over them, wanting to just sit back and watch, but he wanted to be sure she’d enjoy it, too. So far, she was, he could feel, as his groin had responded again while he poked in her mind and felt the heat between her own legs. She thoroughly enjoy his touch, but she didn’t wish to be taken advantage of. She wouldn’t, he’d be certain to ensure that. Before this night was over, she’d want it just as much as the two men wanted her, he’d see to that.<br/><br/>His focus shifted back to the gazebloom. His Thirst was making him overzealous and sloppy. Seems he would need to intervene with him as well, if for no other reason than to just slow him down, to not get ahead of himself.<i>Careful</i>. He just tossed the thought into his mind. He couldn’t undress more than her panties at this point. The important part is exposed.<i>Be gentle</i>. With the words he tossed an image of one of his eyestalks slithering back up between her legs, touching her, feeling her, warming, and moistening, her up. The image and words were brief before he withdrew once more. He knew it would likely be difficult for the sex-crazed creature to heed his commands, but he made sure to make it loud enough that he couldn’t ignore it, but still subtle so as not to bring the attention back to himself. She loves his touch. She wants more of it. So give her more, and she’ll want as they both want. One of the incubus’s hands ran over the crotch of his pants, rubbing slowly to satiate the growing need to release it from his pants.