<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">Before his rank was lowered to that of Archangel, Solas - who was once known as <span style="font-style: italic">Saraqael or Sariel,</span> was a Seraphim assigned to the Creator's altar, singing to his Glory and Honor. His curiosity though took him to cross the barrier between the firmament and the physical realm to mingle with the humans, to study what they were all about. Judged unworthy of his status, his Creator degraded him to the rank of Archangel; a tiny handful of them in the Celestial Hierarchy. He was assigned to travel between the two realms in order to carry out the cares of Humanity in front of the Throne. When he opposed God and refused to no longer attend to such large responsibilities, disgusted of them mortals, the<span style="font-style: italic"> Righteous</span> assigned him the role of an Angel of Death and cast him out of Heavens. There was more to what The Fallen female was asking for than what one's human brain would comprehend; for two Fallen to share the pleasures of the flesh with one another was already an immense sin. Millicient refusing to take his soul, allowing him to live, sealed his fate in oh so many ways. He was given the chance to breath again and enjoy his immortality for only a few were designed to take charge of the dying souls in this world and the Holy Realm needed him; but he was cursed to feed on the living in order to live and that is when he rebelled for eternity. <br/><br/>The taste of blood on his tongue was not something he really enjoyed or craved, and there he was torn between thirsting for immortality in order to maintain whatever dignity he may still live with in this existence, and the will to quit; which was pretty much what has been happening in the last few centuries. He hasn't set foot before the gates of the firmament since the day he fell in battle against the Black King.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Arella</span>, was going to give him a reason to, now.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>He felt her, heard her pleas. Her invitation to taste the female's essence was a risky one. Her blood of the purest was touched by Evil itself, a vampire, whilst his need to feed came from a different source. To drink from her meant that he will be condemned to find pleasure in feeding as much as he desired her, body and soul. The noises emitting from Millicient and the muscles clenching around his hardness; the sound of her heated wetness as it's been pounded hard and deep, while body harshly shook against him drove his spirit wild. Sweaty, he held her close, speeding up slightly as he gave it all to her, thrusting hard, filling every last inch of her. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''Mmm, you're sooo tight''</span></span> Solas gasped and smiled against his woman's flesh then wrapped strong arms around her waist and rose to his feet, lifting her up as  legs came to wrap around his waist. Is she allows it, he would carry her to a soft bean bag cushion that was suitable for the floor and living room decor, and there he would lay her shaking form on the soft material.<br/><br/>The Fallen pushed her thighs open, positioning himself between her toned legs and stroked himself; spreading his flowing pre-seminal fluids along his rigid length. The raven smiled and caught Millicient' eyes with his half opened ones as he luxuriated once again inside her heat, sliding so easily inside her tightness. The man's tongue found her lips, and he parted his mouth to allow the noises of lust and pleasure he was making to resonate through her, <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #408040">his beloved.</span></span></span></ul><br/><ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">Now, as the tainted one pounded her hard.. and fast - in back and forth motions, he rested his weight on one arm and slid a hand down to her crotch, his thumb so willingly seeking to stimulate her erect clitoris. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Ohhh God. Mmhmm, baby. Let me hear you moan, whimper my name''</span></span> The man groaned, circling her swollen organ with a digit, rubbing it gently as he moved faster - each powerful thrust carried one purpose, to send his Millicient over the edge.<br/><br/>And then he stared deep into her blues, and placed his thumb between her lips, tasting her fluids; their fluids before kissing her lips, plunging his tongue oh so sensually into the warmth of her mouth, sharing the delicious taste of their own essence, their desire. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"I know.. you want it. Mmhmm, take it. Ahh, Mill.. Ahhh"</span></span> Panting, the words escaped his lips between kisses and growled as his pleasure heightened with each thrust of his now painfully hard, pulsating member. <br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Take it, Mmhmm, quench your thirst beautiful! Oh God!"</span></span> Blood boiling inside him, the man fought to keep his seeds from filling her. It was way too soon. He was not done with her yet. The flesh of his neck brushing softly against the female's chin, he whispered and moaned, shuddering. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"My doom, you knew it, was inevitable the moment I touched your flesh"</span></span>.</span></ul>