After a few moments, Myra lifted her head, chest still heaving, and looked straight at Lucian standing frozen in the doorway. A low, amused laugh rolled out of her - lazy, satisfied, and completely shameless.
"Alright," she purred, voice thick and husky, stroking a thick tendril still coiled around her thigh.
"Show's over." The creature's appendages slowly uncoiled, withdrawing into the shadows with wet, sliding sounds.
The slime creature receded completely, melting back into the darkness beneath her bed with a final wet gurgle. Only glistening trails remained across the sheets, already cooling.
The room fell silent. Empty. Just Myra, glistening with slime and sweat, and Lucian still frozen in the doorway. She stretched languidly, completely unbothered by her nakedness, and fixed him with those sharp, wicked eyes.
"Well?" she asked, one eyebrow arching. "Going to stand there all Day?"
