Water Sports

Of course it wouldn't fit over his chest. Why would Délise deny herself such a wonderful sight? Besides, he had more on than she did, so he didn't have much reason to question it anyway. “Clothes can be a pain sometimes,” Délise agreed with him, amused. Not quite for the same reasons.

Before Fleur could lose her lunch, Orion had switched subjects. She smiled wide, “Yep! We're both students!” Any chance to show herself off was a good chance. Fleur didn't wait to start her demonstration. She bent over backwards, and folded her spine well enough to poke her head through her legs.

She poked her head a little bit out between her thighs, “I am super-flexible. All my bones are broken up into smaller pieces, as are my muscles. It also means I store more force, though.” She didn't have anything to demonstrate with, but she could punch unusually hard for a girl her size.

“I can alter the weather too! I can make it rain or fog or stuff.” She smiled mischievously, looking to Délise's direction. The succubus didn't seem thrilled about it, and her worried were confirmed when a tiny raincloud had appeared just over her own head, precipitating water and getting her wet.

“Thanks for that, Fleur,” Délise shook her hair, pulling it back and wringing some of its water out. Fleur giggled, but whatever. She looked better with a bit of dew on her, letting the sunlight glow off her skin.

“Mine are a bit more subtle,” Délise explained, “But I can perform dark magic.” Among other things less appropriate for public. She looked down at the sand, finding a long strand of hair. Perfect. Délise picked up her sister's hair, stretching it out with both hands. She grinned.

“Uh,” Fleur winced.

“I can cast hexes on people. It's like ultimate bad luck. For instance...” She waited for the tide to flow in. With a wicked smile, she pulled the strand of hair through her left thumb and index finger, “I can make someone slip just at the right moment!”

Fleur tried to jump out of the way of something invisible, but it was to no avail. Hexes weren't exactly dodged. Of all the things, Fleur slipped on a sea shell and fell flat into the sand. She grunted on impact, and before she could get back up the tide ran right over her body, drenching her.

Fleur spat out a mouth full of sand and seawater, “Ugh! I'm going to kill you later.” She stormed off into the ocean to wash herself off, letting Délise smile and edge herself closer to Orion.

“I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, but I don't like to give all my secrets up so soon.”

Though Fleur was washing herself off and Délise had Orion all to herself, she couldn't manage to ignore the fact he was... well, not human. He certainly didn't register cues the same way as most people would, and that left Délise wondering what she should even bother with. Show him all her tricks? Maybe, but he might not like it. Or he might react to it... strangely.

“I dunno... it only works under certain conditions...” She eyed Fleur a moment, then back to Orion. As she recalled, he had his craft on the beach. If anything, she could at least take advantage of seeing inside of his space ship or whatever it was.

She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts together and up. She looked thoughtful, but really she was just trying to figure out whether Orion even considered her attractive at all. “Well... lots of my powers only work indoors. So how about you take me inside, and maybe I'll show you one or two more.”

She winked and smiled.

Holy hell it was impossible to get a read on him. No little tells, which made Délise suspicious. On the other hand, she could attribute it to being an alien. Délise didn't give up her playfulness, but she did struggle to keep her energy and focus on point.

“Great. How about you show me inside that craft of yours?” Délise smiled. She nearly lost it when Orion asked about her sister, however. Maybe she should just stop trying... Délise looked back to Fleur, who had frankly completely disappeared from view. Great. She was swimming, and was a strong swimmer. May as well be in Japan by now.

“Let's not wait for her. I think she wants time alone,” Délise stepped up her game. She rested one hand on Orion's arm, underneath his little towel-cape. The other wrapped around the back of his waist, letting Délise lean a little against him. “Besides, she's already shown you all she can do. I have all sorts of secrets to share.”

Now this was better. Still a bit of a ways to go to figuring out where his limits and likes resided, but nothing could be certain with Orion. In any case, Délise happily went along with this ruse. She stepped onto the ladder first, and hastened one step when she worried Orion was about to tackle right into her. He was rather eager... maybe he liked the perfect view of her butt. She didn't mind.

Coming up into the ship, it was pretty clear it was being used for something other than its original purpose. She could still point out the remains of a previous function, including the cockpit and a few other areas where the machinery was torn out. She tried not to step on anything, though Orion at least was nice enough to tell her it was all harmless. Still, maybe one day he'd be in need of it. Délise liked to tinker, but she wasn't about to tinker with alien technology.

“It looks pretty cozy,” Délise smiled, “Is that your bed?” She spotted the simple-looking mattress of sorts. She didn't waste much time feeling it out, noticing how incredibly soft it was. Délise couldn't help it but to hop onto his bed and lie down. Wow... now she didn't want to get up.

She turned onto her side, grinning at Orion. She was about to invite him over when she remembered how she got in here in the first place. Her power allegedly only worked indoors.

She needed to figure something out. “Actually, Orion. I didn't tell the whole truth.” She held one of her arms, appearing apologetic. “It's not that my powers only work inside, it's that I don't like to show it out in the open. Not even with Fleur.”

Well, may as well give him what he wanted. She sat up on his bed, and channelled her power inward. Her body started to transform, growing out a small pair of wings and a leathery black tail. Her nails lengthened as well as her teeth. On the top of her head, small horns appeared. She stretched luxuriously.

“What impression do you get from me, right now?” She asked Orion. She didn't think he had demons wherever he was from, so now it was a matter of figuring where his mind was at.

She noticed the glove coming back into view, scanning her and registering her change. Délise wouldn't argue against being a little bit of an exhibitionist. She looked back to Orion, smirking as he came closer to examine her. She didn't resist, letting Orion take her hand and examine her nails. When he reached for her horns, her hand graced his cheek.

“Feel me anywhere you like,” Délise grinned and turned around for him. Her wings stretched out across the bed. They weren't strong enough to let her fly, but she could glide a little when running with them. Her tail had more use, and she didn't waste time having it curl around Orion's waist. It flicked a little lower on the front of his pants, trying to measure – or feel – something.

She stretched her arms up and back, extending them out to reach for Orion's cheeks. Délise bent her head back to see his own eyes. Still, a flash of hesitation struck her when Délise wondered whether he was enchanted with just her powers, or Délise herself.

“Why don't you lie on the bed with me? We could get comfortable,” she smiled invitingly.