#*soft*

❛  26 .   a  kiss  on  the  stomach .

the mornings are warmer, now that minthara seeks her company nearly every night, her presence lingering well into sunrise. nepharia sleeps like a feral animal— alone and restless. falling asleep in the presence of another is a strict rule she follows, never let your guard down. never make yourself vulnerable. but it’s not as though she has much choice lately, forced to travel with this group of absolute beatniks. out of them all, minthara is the one who holds most of the succubus’ fragile trust, surprisingly enough. the chances of minthara killing nepharia in her sleep are never zero, but the chances of minthara completely slaughtering any outside threat making it possible for nepharia to rest peacefully?? always above 80. the succubus can live with those odds.

in a hazy state between sleep and consciousness, nepharia can feel long, soft hair gently sweeping across her flesh, stirring her nerve endings awake as warm, tender lips are scattered along the delicate skin of her abdomen. the weight against the mattress shifts and creaks as the drow settles knees between nepharia’s thighs beneath the sheets. on her back, the cambion arches her spine slightly as she instinctually stretches, involuntarily moaning and willing her limbs to life as pale, dreamy hues flutter open to view the source of her waking ecstasy.