"Mmm..." Lama'ashta closed her eyes while he sucked on her finger. She could feel the change in him though, the way his suffering left him, the way the fire burning his blood cooled. She tisked and shook her head when he released her finger, the wound healing instantly. He had been so beautiful in his desperation. Now... now he looked vibrant and alive, and it displeased her. She frowned softly and then smacked his and away.
"Nail," she said, cocking her head. The fact that she was shorted than him did not bother her, however the idea that he spoke to her as if they were equals did. "Like a nail in a coffin?" She chuckled softly, "Funny that you should ask that only now, after you gave yourself into my possession."
The demon didn't answer his question though, instead, she reached up, growing taller, but keeping her proportions as she did so, until they were nose to nose, though his horns, she supposed, made him technically still taller than her. It happened in an instant. Her fingers finally reached their mark, a second later, curling around the collar about his throat. She pulled him closer by it with a tug, so their lips were almost touching. She brushed her thumb over the faintly glowing purple stone on it.
"I am you suffering," she whispered, her breath puffing lightly against his skin, "and I am your Mistress, and you will address me as such."
She pushed him back, with her hand at his chest. "What are you?" She looked him up and down, he sure was a pretty thing, whatever the dog-looking-boy was.