Chance meeting in the woods (Malith vs Haya)

"No. Besides, a real master shouldn't be a jealous person, denying his servants the right to pleasure..." Malith replied.
His foot continued it's sensual work, pressing down while grinding in a circular motion on the center of her sex.

Haya growled up at him, trying to kick her legs free, not happy with him talking bad about her master, but her anger soon died down from the circular grinding motions to her sex. "N..nyaaaannnn..." She moaned out while squirming around on the ground.

"There's a good kitten." Malith said in a low voice as Haya moaned. "Let's up the ante, shall we?"
He ceased his rubbing as held a hand, palm towards Haya. It glowed black for a moment as he whispered something in the language of demons. The various buckles on Haya's outfit will glow black for a moment then will start to undo themselves as Malith concentrated on stripping her through supernatural force.

Haya's leg flopped to the ground when he let go of that leg, looking up at him with a deep red blush over her dark skinned face. She then suddenly noticed the buckles of her outfit suddenly snapping off her, looking in completely shock as this phenomenon occured on her. "Wh.. what was that??"

"Magic, of a sort. It allows me do some minor things....although it does require some focus for me to use." Malith replied. "You could've stopped me...had you really wanted to."
With that, his gave a wave of his hand trying to get Haya's clothes to slide fully off of the catgirl.

"S..stopped you? How?" She asked, then gasped as the outfit suddenly slipped off her body and she covered herself with her arms and legs. "Nyaaannn!" She whined in protest.

"A swipe from your claws, a kick, anything could've stopped me." Malith replied.
Then he smiled. "You're going to have problems defending yourself if you keep trying to cover that body of yours."
With that he leaped into the air, looking to come down with a fist drop on the prone catgirl's stomach,

Haya watched as he leapt up into the air, and tried to roll away to avoid him, and would try to counter with a sweep kick, and try to knock him onto his back. If successful, she would try to pounce on top of him and dig her claws into his wrists to pin him down.

Malith grunted as he was swept neatly to the ground. The speedy Haya had quickly put him on his back, and now he was pinned under 100 pounds of catgirl. Normally he might've simply shoved her away, but her claws had dub in well.

Haya was panting a little, her cheeks still red as she looked down at the incubus, and slowly leaned down to lick at his cheek, being a little aroused at the way he just stripped off her clothes without even touching her.