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She didn't care if he had misunderstood her intent or missed it altogether. His innocence was between him and the ones he might retell the story to later. For now, the okay was all she needed. The semantics of it were a debate for someone with much more integrity.

Her tail curled up around his legs and wrapped around his middle, lifting him off the ground so that she would have nothing in her way as she began to slither to the back of the library, where she knew not many would visit, if any at all, today.

"I am a far more hands-on teacher," she informs him once they've reached their destination, her hands already reaching for his clothing as she looms over him. Bending just a bit to press her lips to his, her tail squeezing just a bit before giving way slightly to let her hands work.

"Oh..!"

His voice is a melodic hush, not wanting to disturb anyone else in these dimly lit halls. Feeling those hands reach for his clothing, made silence by sudden skin-on-skin contact, his cheeks turn several shades darker in an instant.

And his claws soon find themselves clasped to her hips, palms gliding across her scales as he gives her a more intimate look-over now. He is not consumed by lust, but instead, stunned by her passion for him.

He wants her too, quite clear as his eyesight settles on her breasts, as it to weigh them by sight alone. Then made even more clear as his gaze wanders to where her slit might be - just to dash right back up to looking in her eyes.

"W-wait, fuck, here? I... aren't you worried about getting caught, Seren...?"

It's the only things that stops him. Not the consequence from their intimacy, but the potential consequences of them being found out. His pining for her is clear, yet he's not yet so blinded by lust that he thinks only of her.

So much so that it takes her a second to register what else he'd said. Her eyes glaze over for just a moment as she imagines just ending the conversation there and dragging him to the back of the library...but...

"It certainly will be," she replies with a nod, gliding to the other side of him so that her tail can begin coiling around him freely. "You may call me Seren." There is something there in the way she introduces herself, her octave lowering just a bit, that makes it sound like some kind of warning. A hidden chance for him to run or be trapped.

"If you wisssssh to learn more about our culture," she continues, voice sultry and alluring. "I can sssssshow you persssssonally."

His words are in response to her clarification on the book's subject matter. Any hints to her true intentions with the beauteous demon soar entirely over his head.

Aamon hardly seems to notice that her coils are slowly encircling him. And the promise of help with his research only redoubles his blind enthusiasm, eyes practically sparkling as he meets her gaze once more.

"That... would actually be incredibly helpful, Seren."

He begins.

"If you're free now, I could check out these books and then you could show me whatever you wish!"

“You are not,” she replied to his earlier question even though it was far from necessary. Her eyebrow arching as his final question registers and she smiles. “I am particularly fond of the boy who could charm sssssnakessss.”

She slithered behind him, leaning ever so slightly to bend down, her breast coming to rest along his back and her mouth inches from his neck, while she reached down for a book one shelf lower than what he was looking through. Trapping him between her and the shelf on one side.

"Romance isn't normally my forte, I will admit. But I am here to learn more about this culture, so I do need to dabble ..."

He does seem genuinely appreciative. And, perhaps, it would've remained at that had she not intertwined herself with him incredibly close.

She feels the heat radiating off of his body. The cardiovascular system of demonkin is so potent that he's nearly fifteen degrees hotter than any human. And he smells ... sweet. Almost sickly so. And he seems to get just a touch hotter after her chest presses up to his back, lips so terribly close to sinking in against his neck - one of the few bits of skin the well-dressed Incubus exposed.

His freckles are harder to spot now, hidden amongst a light, grey-blooded blush.

Seren, however, was such a Lamia. Coiled in a corner that gave her a good view of the door and the majority of the library itself. Molten honey-kissed eyes flicked up every now and again from the book that rested atop her coiled tail, scanning each new being that walked in before dismissing them and returning to her book.

She was halfway through a rather spicy scene between a dragon and her knight when, at once, her nose flared, and her tongue flicked out. Lapping at the air for a second before she sucks it back in, hitting along the ducts along the roof of her mouth as she processed what had caught her attention.

Someone...or rather something had walked in while she'd been distracted, a rather adorable-looking thing, walking around and gathering books. The scent that wafted off him was one she hadn't smelt before, but couldn't quite describe.

Perhaps it was curiosity that made her put her book down and begin slithering down the rows of bookshelves, or maybe it was the thrill of something new. Either way, she was gliding up next to him, raising up ever so slightly.

"Hello there," she greets, voice low and melodic, while her gaze roams shamelessly over him now that she can get a closer look.

"Ahh, hello ma'am..!"

He starts, turning to face her as he raises a clawed, chitinous hand to tuck some stray raven hair behind a pointed ear.

"I'm not in your way, am I? I apologize, I'm just getting used to how things are organized in here. It's a touch different from home."

He soon turns his gaze ever so slightly, still affording her his attention while trying to find a particular book.