Caliko felt the man squirm in her grasp as her head moved its way up and down his length, doing what she could to pleasure him in any form or fashion. The woman once she found someone was very possessive, though many wouldn't be able to understand why, some might easily be able to figure the reason. Caliko loved to torture and tease the men who entered her bed chambers, yet many of them didn't see the liking of having her has a mate. She would play like this hold control to every movement they made, make love to them in fashions that most women would find appauling, yet at the end of it all they were taken away from her and given to her queen something she slowly was beginning to except, even if it was hard to do so. As she continued to buzz her lips she started to tickle the under side of his length with her tongue playing with the sensitive veins that lied right below the surface of the skin. The motions were smooth, almost romantic, yet she knew she was in control, something some men didn't like. Cali could control his orgasm and keep him from release until she wanted him to.<br/><br/>Lowering her left hand to his balls she began massaging them softly, taking in the motions with such care that it might have almost felt like a soft flower playing across them. Finally after a few more moments of this she pulled her head away looking up to the man's face a succubus sexual pride playing easily across her beautiful eyes. Slithering her body up his she lifted her shirt allowing her round DD orbs to slide across his smooth chest. When she made it to his face she kissed him lightly on the lips, an almost longing look coming from her eyes, but then after a moment the look once more vanished and was replaced, by need and obsession. Pulling herself off of the bed for a moment she lowered her lower garments and returned to the bed her body like his nude, but her body was not as pure as his. There were scars lining her back, some from burns, others from cuts. Her mind was a mixed up torture chamber that no man had ever had the right or allowance into. The pain she allowed upon herself from her queen as well as those who hadn't obeyed orders was beyond scary, but she knew her place and where she belonged.<br/><br/>Sliding along his body once more she raised her hips above his, her need and obsession growing as she held his length out in front of her massaging it gently with her hand. She was torturing him, wanting him to beg for it, thus she when she lowered herself it was just for her lips to graze against his length rolling her hips to where he would be begging for her to allow him in, but of course that wouldn't be as simple as he wished.