The sensation of her stroking him was not an unpleasant or unwanted one, but it was not what woke him. Moments before her hand found him, the unnatural mechanism that served as his heart had brought him into consciousness at exactly 4:47am in the morning. He simply chose not to react, as her movements trying to get comfortable the night before was difficult to get to sleep through and of course caused more than a little bit of a stir whenever she wiggled against his frame. But, it was a bit too early -not in the day, in his plans- for her to get what she wants.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“It is fine, I have someone to fix your mistake,” </span>Emlyn said, releasing his deceptive cuddle of Celeste. He rolled to his side and shimmied to the edge of the large bed, hand reaching for a small button on the nightstand. The moment it was pressed, an electronic buzz could be heard throughout the room.<br/><br/>A few moments later, part of a nearby wall was pushed out and slid to the side, revealing a small passageway an a young human woman standing there, sleep trying to be subtly wiped from her eyes as she strode into the room. Despite the limited illumination, strands of vibrant red hair came off of her skull, framing her face well as it stopped just past chin length. She seemed to be wearing a shirt a few sizes too big, and not much else, though it could not be properly determined due to the dim light of early morning.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“I am sorry for my appearance, Master Emlyn. I had just awoke when you called,”</span>the petite lady said, standing with her hands folded in front of her as she stood a couple of feet away from the bed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“What may I help you with?”</span><br/><br/>Emlyn in response to all of the formalities, gestured down his form to his crotch. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Get rid of this,</span>” he said casually, before resting his arms behind his head, waiting. There was a moment of pause, but not hesitation as the woman processed his command. Her eyes clearly moved over to the nude angel in the bed already and, after a couple of seconds of thought, the sleeping shirt was discarded from her form.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> “Yes Master Emlyn,”</span>the girl said, crawling into the bed near the foot and moving her way up until her face was next to his shaft. There was an unmistakable smile of pride radiating off of her features as her lithe form began to tangle itself among his legs as her tongue began to willingly explore his shaft. Another thing that was hard to miss was the fact her form was not that much different than the one that Celeste possessed. She was enthusiastic, to say the least, but it was expected of a young lady’s first time in Emlyn’s bed after being offered to it. Emlyn’s head turned to Celeste and simply smiled, waiting and watching how the angel would react as the girl attempted to meet his every need. Part of him almost wished he could immediately see how her mind would process the lewd interaction and how her emotional state would change.