Laced with determination and notably wicked skill, Skylar's lips siphoned Scott's excitement, taking his direction and the force in his driving grip like the second nature it was, and the sinful creature didn't mind.  The handsome congressman wasn't the first in her lifetime to thrust further than her own intention had implied, but the reflex that should have attempted to expel the obstruction of her windpipe didn't quite contract as Skylar took the invasion he insisted upon without recoil.  Maintaining her composure, as Scott indulged in the back of her throat, it would have been quite clear she was capable, and undeniably vetted in the pleasures of mankind, and in that moment, her tongue and welcoming mouth ensured he raked the benefits of her years and practice.  After all, what could one expect other than utter perfection from a being like her? Her very existence had been dependent on such uncanny abilities, and Scott was simply the latest victim.<br/><br/>That brilliant indigo gaze lifted to regard the congressman as he drew her back, but their blue hue flashed a far darker shade as she was allowed to feed on the essence of him that spilled onto her tongue. If one were paying attention to detail, Skylar wasn't quite the same woman she had entered as that morning. Scott may not have noticed the subtle differences, but Imari recognized the stormy change in Skylar's eyes as Scott guided her to lower beside the timeless creature nestled between his legs. A being of instinct; primal, and carnivorous blinked back at the blonde, something akin to bloodlust casting dark shadows in Skylar's gemstone eyes as she stole a heated kiss from the blonde that lead her to the object of her desires.<br/><br/>A delicate part in Imari's pink lips gave Scott's needing member a place to go, and Skylar's fingers combed back her long blonde tresses while she sank over him. Where there had been a shine of wickedness in Skylar's vibrant stare, a much softer shade of honey peered up at the new represenitive then, their depths reflecting something far more sincere than the other woman was even capable of.  Imari was not Skylar.  She didn't have the restraint to keep her head from shaking in resistance as the brunette's hold of her hair ushered her further down his length, but Skylar insisted anyway.  Though slightly more gentle than perhaps Scott had done to her, she insisted nevertheless.  The blonde struggled against the seep of his manhood, but the high that filled the room convinced her to push her limits and Skylar grinned proudly as Imari's body shuddered softly under the pressure.<br/><br/>A pleased hum rose from Skylar then, and with her fingers still embedded in Imari's golden hair, she turned her attention to the man her summoner had been pining after.  "Look how she wants to appease you," her husky voice crooned as Imari found her own rhythm.  "Of all the things she's done for you, perhaps this has been what you both needed from her most."<br/><br/>Seizing Scott's lips with the press of her red stained kiss, Skylar drew from his pleasures, feeling the enamored hum that radiated from the seal of Imari's lips as it worked through his body, concluding it herself with a murmur of her own.  Her free hand slipped to cradle his cheek, but unlike the tender caress of Imari's digits, Skylar's held purpose.  She held his jaw, wedged between her thumb and forefinger, keeping him focused on her kiss rather than the rise and fall of his chief of staff's plush mouth as her instincts drove her.<br/><br/>If Skylar wasn't careful, the man before her would, eventually, snap like a twig.  No human harbored the power to deny a succubus what she wanted should she choose to take it.  She could claim him, stealing the very thing that made him human and leave him an emptied, hollow shell, and again, he wouldn't have been the first.  It was in Scott's favor however that Skylar saw opportunity in him, in his position, and it was perhaps that sentiment alone that kept her monster at bay.  Imari lifted for a breath and the grip Skylar had on Scott's face released, the stud of her tongue lapping feverishly at his lips while Imari's rode his length, creating a chilling synchronization between the two very distinct women.  The lift of her hand, and Skylar was ushering Imari up to meet them.  It may have appeared as though the brunette wielded all the power between them; she was, by far, more direct and obviously confortable in the driver's seat as far as they were concerned, but in reality it was Skylar who belonged to Imari, not the other way around.  A dangerous woman, she still knew better than to bite the hand that fed her, and as long as the pretty little blonde willed it, Scott would be safe from the potency of her hunt.