Emlyn held Celeste in place until her resistance finally ceased. His hand did not move for a moment, eyes staring down into her’s, waiting to see if it was a ruse.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“You will breathe through your nose, and you will count how many times your teeth scrape against me,” </span>Emlyn said, authority ringing in his throat. And with that, Emlyn began to get to work. What had covered his desk was an assortment of projections, estimates and organization reports for his holdings. Emlyn enjoyed to keep in the loop of how his land was doing. Food for the humans were just as important as the humans who fed the other beings in his midst. A quality of life needed to be upheld. It all belonged to him, and watching it grow was just an added benefit that he enjoyed thoroughly.<br/><br/>Though Emlyn told her a way to remove his cock from her mouth, it was obvious that she was against the act. He did not mind, but he knew that she would soon learn her defiance would lead to additional punishment. He did not remove it himself, despite the hours he spent pouring over every little document that littered his desk. He was thorough in his affairs, and it assisted in the discipline of the angel beneath him. Even with the work done on the desk, he did not turn his focus back to Celeste. Instead, his focus turned to what to do with her. The thoughts running through his head were all tantalizing to say the least. The ability to own and break an angel was a rare one. Many of them put up too much of a fight and some seem to know how to control their divinity. That, or they are more willing to fall than one was to believe. A malevolent smile spread across Emlyn’s face at the thought of making Celeste fall. He would enjoy it, as she had enough fight to make it interesting, but not a hassle.<br/><br/>Finally, Emlyn leaned back and allowed his gaze to lock on to Celeste. His hand fell to the back of her head once more, holding her in place.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“You may either run your tongue along my length, or I can take your throat’s virginity as well, little angel,” </span>Emlyn said, beginning to move her head back and forth along his shaft. Regardless of whether or not she did as he was told, Emlyn was already working to pleasure himself with her mouth. He work make her go down his length, stopping just short of when she would begin choking, before pulling her back up to his head, but he would not pull her back far enough for her to be able to spit him out. She would take him, and she would take all of him. The process would move as slowly as it needed to. Emlyn was eternal, and this angel would come to learn that.