Delina's trembling form glowed faintly in the infernal light, her body shaking uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back in utter euphoria. The woman behind her clenched her jaw, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. "Impossible…" she whispered, a spark of both curiosity and irritation flashing in her dark pupils. "We devils aren't supposed to feel this easily… not pleasure, not satisfaction. So how… how can she be like this? She's letting that mortal harm her too? letting him rip her heart out ..and she doesn't even resist…!"
Her words trailed off, a visible shiver of realization crawling down her spine. "What kind of… scent does he have? What kind of existence can make her…" Her voice lowered to a hiss. "She climaxed… just from his presence? Just by breathing his air?"
