Might made right.
It was an old saying, and it was a simple worldview to have, but on the abyssal plains there wasn't time for much philosophy so simple was often what you got. It was a grand mistake to make, however, to equate simple with stupid; not a single nomad that made the wilder parts of the Underworld was stupid, at least not one who'd survived as long as Myuu at least. Fierce, unyielding, and most importantly: smart enough to pick her battles, she had dealt with all manner of demonkind from those like her to those that often inhabited the cities.
Despite what her broodmates said, the denizens of the urban hellscape were no easy targets, something Myuu had learned the hard way into her first forays in dealing with succubi.
It was a lesson that she'd kept close to her sizable chest.
Still, the one she stared at now in the tavern was different, or so that's what Myuu thought as she pushed away from her perch near one of the support pillars of the building; she had to have something to put her back to, couldn't just enough up becoming prey herself, could she?
Slow rolling, a deliberate slowness to her gait that only meant she wanted to be gracious in how she walked. Confident, the kind of stride that caught Xanna's attention and held it as the canine was nothing short of bold.
"Are you mated?" Were the first words out of her mouth, a mouth lined with teeth as Myuu beheld her, watching her like a wolf watches an antelope: with anticipation and hunger. It was bold, but it wasn't rude, not by their standards. Xanna didn't immediately speak, she wasn't easily cowed but she also wasn't exactly used to those of a perceived lower station coming onto her, especially not with such boldness. "Do you want to be?" Came that purring growl that hitched itself to her voice, rolling out like clouds did across the abyssal plain before the mind numbing cracks of plasma announced the hellstorm.
Xanna wasn't so timid as to go deaf and dumb though, her plump lips quirked at the corners, quickly turning into a grin of her own. "Well, aren't you the cocky one?" A playful downward glance to the purple cloth barely covering what laid betwixt her thick thighs, the cloth doing little when stretched across pleasantly sculpted muscle; it wasn't exactly hard to see the outline of it. Still, the violet skinned succubus was soon cutting her eyes back up to her. "Why, do you think I'm pretty?"
A mouth opened, a mouth with a smile far too large for the face it was a part of, packed to the brim with far too many teeth than it was capable of holding; it was the feral smile of an apex predator who'd gained sentience, the kind of smile a person usually only saw once before being utterly consumed by it. "I don't think the infernal tongue has a word for your beauty." Quiet, but in the same husky tones that often melted away the courage of those she stalked outside of the cities, the primordial entity closing the distance between them, placing a furred hand on either side of her, almost pinning her to that bar. "And if it did, I'm afraid that it'd escape me because of its eloquence and delicate nature."
"I-- I didn't know your kind was so well spoken."
"When you see all of nature, you have a need to find words to name things and express them."
"Oh? W-why is that?"
"Because if it exists without my knowledge, then it exists without my consent."
Quietly, she leaned in to press her brow to Xanna's before continuing on with those words; words that were far more numerous than she'd growled out in the last several months. "And nothing about you is something that I wish to go on existing without my knowledge, Little One." It was ironic, Myuu saying that to a being that was almost a head and a half taller than her. Certainly not as muscular, as the canine demon was nothing but bone, muscle, and sinew. The way her muscles were so thickly corded and powerful, with a stout sort of vascular defiance that gave her the upper hand when so many idiots underestimated her.
Xanna didn't underestimate her, she was too busy being utterly enthralled by this feral being. When Myuu had glowered over her, or tried to, she found her own hands lifting up to press against that cobblestone road of a stomach, fingers tensed against the unyielding flesh of her body. Underestimating her, her mind was filled with far too many thoughts of being bent over that bar an-- Ack!
Those lips met hers, and it was like a firework going off in her mouth as ivories found supple flesh and bit, tugged, a tongue massaging away the hurt. Slow burning, passionate, if the energy had been chemical, it could have leveled the entire city much less that tavern. It both brought her back to reality and removed her from it in a single stroke, a hand tangled up in her hair, a set of claws cradling her skull at the base of it. Feral, frenzying, yet somehow patient in how soft it could be when the creature kissing her was anything but.