The succubus moaned yet again, her back arching as Naael slowed down more, her hands gripping at the sheets hard enough that she nearly tore them. But she didn't protest or beg, letting Naael do as she wished. She smelled faintly of spices, particularly of cinnamon, and her body was almost sweet to lick at. She gripped Naael's finger tightly, though, and it was obvious that the muscles within her body were<em>far</em>stronger than those of the rest of her, as they closed down on Naael's finger firmly. She could still move her finger, but not without a little effort.