[Azem leans in to that kiss and Ydris is quick, hungry even, to reciprocate it. Luckily it's not a waxy sensation, they can approximate the plushness of human lips and tongue just fine with their illusion, it is robust enough for that.
The taste is largely the intriguing factor. Ydris is basically a being of pure magic and when that magic is largely denoted by taste, it could be an unexpected overload of that particular sense to indulge in. Fire is that of smoke and spice and tart, but it's more welcoming a flavor than revolting. More cinnamon cherry pie with a burnt crust than the sheer heat of an eye watering hot sauce.
Now properly riled up, Ydris' sense of cool is mostly out the window. Their hands press her to naked breasts, cupping firm palms to each side. Dropping just a bit lower, Ydris' thumbs flick her nipples, trying to get a gasp from that ever more passionate kiss. Of course, they'd only let it be a brief one, not wishing their lips to be parted for too long]
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The taste is largely the intriguing factor. Ydris is basically a being of pure magic and when that magic is largely denoted by taste, it could be an unexpected overload of that particular sense to indulge in. Fire is that of smoke and spice and tart, but it's more welcoming a flavor than revolting. More cinnamon cherry pie with a burnt crust than the sheer heat of an eye watering hot sauce.
Now properly riled up, Ydris' sense of cool is mostly out the window. Their hands press her to naked breasts, cupping firm palms to each side. Dropping just a bit lower, Ydris' thumbs flick her nipples, trying to get a gasp from that ever more passionate kiss. Of course, they'd only let it be a brief one, not wishing their lips to be parted for too long]