Making certain that Naael's muscles were thoroughly relaxed first, the succubus simply picked her up, though she was obviously straining to do so. Apparently becoming a succubus had<em>not</em>done much for her upper body strength. She took Naael into yet another room, this one luxurious and with more sex toys than one could rightly catalog in an hour or two. Each was finely crafted, and there were even elegant restraints in the room as well. But the centerpiece of the room was a huge, four-posted bed covered in red spider-silk sheets. She laid Naael down and slowly trailed her fingers over Naael's breasts, then downward slowly, licking her own crimson lips as she looked over Naael's body.<br/><br/>Her hand followed the tattoos in a slow caress, brushing Naael's navel, and moving down to her mound for a moment before brushing Naael's sex for a moment. Looking up, the succubus instead lowered her head slowly until her glistening lips met Naael's, slow, yet insistent as her hands cradled Naael's head, her fingers toying with Naael's eartips slowly, obviously intent on making certain they<em>both</em>enjoyed this.