[Xiao Xingchen's hips grind into the incubus' hand, seeking out more of the pressure added by the man's leg. His lips press against each other, tense as if clamp down on any more of his weakness showing.]
I have studied your kind... your need for it is greater than your loyalty to your master.
[Not that their devotion is all too great to their master, he would think. It's not like the strength of his devotion.
He leans down to kiss again, messy and heated yet bearing down with his position over the incubus. Even if this isn't to the point of what he's supposed to do, he's been taught that going directly for their weaknesses only make them more resistant to this technique. They are the priests who are trained to deal with this sort of opponent. It's only risky if you forget what you set out to do.
His free hand reaches for the lower straps of the incubus' clothing, slipping his fingers underneath and pulling it upwards. As dirty of a trick as it might feel, the incubus seemed to react to this...]
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I have studied your kind... your need for it is greater than your loyalty to your master.
[Not that their devotion is all too great to their master, he would think. It's not like the strength of his devotion.
He leans down to kiss again, messy and heated yet bearing down with his position over the incubus. Even if this isn't to the point of what he's supposed to do, he's been taught that going directly for their weaknesses only make them more resistant to this technique. They are the priests who are trained to deal with this sort of opponent. It's only risky if you forget what you set out to do.
His free hand reaches for the lower straps of the incubus' clothing, slipping his fingers underneath and pulling it upwards. As dirty of a trick as it might feel, the incubus seemed to react to this...]