"Mmm-hmm...just one little kiss, and I'll take care of him. Don't worry...I don't bite. Unless you want me to." Delia teases as he glances down at her lips, which part just enough to show him the slightly elongated canine teeth intermixed with the smaller, less-dangerous looking humanlike teeth that filled her mouth. They were brilliant and dazzlingly white, which made the soft, pink interior if her small little mouth seem all the more inviting, all the more cozy. For the average person, the sensation of her breasts squeezed up against them, the warmth of her body, the softness of her lips, how open and inviting she seemed...would have been difficult, if not impossible, to resist. There was simply something about her that was disarming, something that invited one to let their guard down, to submit to her desires..<br/><br/>..Fortunately for Xarius, Delia was not the first demon he'd dealt with, even if she was the first succubus he'd come into contact with.  Even average demons had some small amount of control over the desires of others, feeding off their ambitions, their rage and anger, feeding off the darkness that inhabited their hearts. Succubi simply embodied a different set of desires - desires of the flesh, pleasures of the body and mind. Even within the confines of the cell, where the majority - if not all - of her magic was held at bay by magical wards, there was still something, SOMETHING about her that was...difficult to get out of his mind, especially at such close proximity. It, needless to say, did not make it any better when his fingertips sunk just ever so slightly into the soft, warm flesh of her rump, dimpling it just enough to allow him to feel that tantalizing softness that had just enough firmness to be alluring, enticing to gaze upon...or feel settle into one's lap.<br/><br/>Yet, as enticing as she was, Xarius somehow found the strength of will to - as her lips purse for the incoming kiss - slip his head to the side, planting his lips not upon her own...but against her cheek.<br/><br/><br/>At first, Delia's lips pull back in the semblance of a snarl, her eyes narrowing at the audacity, the nerve, of teasing HER--<br/><br/>---just as quickly, the look passes, and the succubus actually giggles gently, her expression softening "Ahahah...well, I should have known it wouldn't be so easy against a...what, knight of the temple? Hmm-hmm...oh, you're going to make this FUN Xarius..." Sliding her arms upwards across his shoulders, Delia locks her arms behind his head gently, gazing up into his eyes "Aaand...I'm going to take that as a promise. When we get out of here, those lips...wherever I so desire, Mmm? For now, though..." Standing up on her tippy-toes, Delia again presses herself tightly up against Xarius' front, her wings squeezing a little more tightly around his body "....I need a kiss. Don't worry...this won't hurt a bit, and I'll take only what I need."<br/><br/>Rather than waiting for another response, Delia tilts her head in and - with a little nip against his bottom lip - presses her lips against his own. It's soft, just barely a touch, but more than enough for Xarius to feel the amazing softness of those lips, how they lightly pulled at him, the faint wetness upon them, so pleasant and inviting...<br/><br/>"Mmm..." All at once, he feels a little 'tug' at something inside of him...then euphoria that rolls across him in a wave, seeming to spread from her lips and just engulf his entire body. In that single moment, he could feel every part of Delia, might as well have BECOME her. Could feel a body...himself?...pressing up against her front, sending little electric shocks of excitement and desire throughout her body. Could feel her wings tightening slightly around him, holding him still as she deepened the kiss, her tongue gently sliding along his lips, sampling his flavor - a flavor she clearly seemed to like. Yet, underneath all that, he felt other things. Desires for power. Wants for comfort, for pleasure. Sincerity at 'not hurting the catboy', treating him gently, taking only what she needed to be able to power her abilities. Even a little fear at being brought to a mine to work out the rest of her life in torment and toil, simply for her poor luck. Desires for freedom. Desires to find her new place in this world. Desires to return to her old home. So many desires, so many sensations, so much incredible input...<br/><br/>It was unclear how long it had really been, but the sensations slowly fade, and Xarius feels her lips slowly pull back from his own "Mm..much better." There's a little sensation of dizziness, but it passes quickly, and Delia's hold upon him doesn't release "...Sorry, sweetie. I just needed a little energy. I promised I'd be gentle...and I was, wasn't I? Don't worry, you'll be fine. Once we get out of here, though...I think I need another kiss from you, hmm? Next time, no draining...promise. So, the guard..." She whispers, settling down off her tippytoes, though her eyes never leave his own "...I'll distract him, mmm? You're a big, strong catboy...you can take his sword and shield, and maybe we can scrounge some keys off him. Would be nice to see if some of the other prisoners would help us in our daring little escape, hrm? After all, the more the merrier..."