"Thank you Master..."  The once-angel murmured back with a smile, shifting her wings to allow him to pull her closer, her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment at the scent of his pheromones reaching her again.  Denara's loyalty was such that if ordered, she would happily service any cock her master ordered her to and enjoy it without restraint.  Until ordered however, she remained by his side, a faint smile on her face as she watched the tight and disciplined formations of her fighters arrange themselves upon the field, ignoring the hissing and taunting of the other hands as she waited, her grip shifting as she idly drummed her fingers upon the ebon haft of her scythe.