<b><span style="font-size: 18px">KATRINA</span></b><br/><br/>The demon's face was split in a fanged grin, his expression treading the line between excitement and madness as the Paladin struggled in his grasp, spitting hate and defiance at him. A hint of surprise crossed his face as Katrina slowly forced his hand open, though it quickly shifted into a leer of vicious mirth as veins bulged and muscles worked in his perfectly sculpted arms, warring with the Paladin's sudden power supremacy. A deep, lusty chuckle rumbled up through his throat as his eyes locked with Katrina's, his stare as intense and blazing as her own, though with a very different feeling than hate. As she finally loosened his grip and pounced, he did not seem to put up much resistance, almost seeming to follow the motion as the impact tobbled him. Was it her imagination, or was there a look of relish on his face as he slammed hard down onto the floor on his back?<br/><br/>Even so, the demon was by no means passive beneath the frenzied paladin's onslaughter. As her claws draw blood on the hard muscles of his chest, his hand came up in a stinging back-hand across her face, sending her sprawling for a moment and drawing a scratch across her cheek where his knuckles had torn the skin. He had little time to recover though, barely managing to sit up before Katrina buried her fangs in his arm, causing him to let out a hiss of savoured pain, his hand digging into the tangled, crimson locks of her hair and jerking her head backwards. For a moment they struggled once more, each fighting to overtake the other. As their faces neared for a moment the demon's tongue flickered out, licking his own blood off Katrina's cheek, his breath ragged and heavy with more than pain.<br/><br/>His face was a visage of enraptured adoration and maddened glee, mixed with vicious lust and triumphant amusement as the paladin gathered power to her. As the attack fell like a hammer blow, his free hand shot up to grasp her fist, catching the blow and stopping it dead, though his muscles bulged and heaved with the strain of it. Tongue's of flame coursed down his arm as the energy dissipated into the palm of his hand, drawing lines of blood, tearing and burning skin, but despite the pain, the shedding of his blood and the paladin's obvious intent to seek retribution, the demon in turn seemed only more enlivened. Muttering vicious praises in his own language he slowly forced the Paladin's hand back, inch by inch closing the distance untill his lips once more grazed the paladin's ears.<br/><br/>"So gloriously vicious... So little it took... Not so different as you would wish, are we, my precious, wonderful Katrina?"<br/><br/>And with that he was gone, fading to mist and nothingness beneath her. Perhaps escaping to lick his wounds, perhaps content to have pushed the paladin to the breaking point and past, and yet, somehow, Katrina would get the feeling that there was more sincerity in his words than she might normally give him credit for. Though ultimately he was the master of his desire, it had been a balance on a knife's edge, and who was to say which side the demon would fall on next time, nor the consequences it would entail? Though no one came to investigate the noise, for loud noises was nothing unaccustomed to a place where Vrykul took their bedmates, the room was in serious disrepair. The mirror was shattered, the pieces scattered across the floor and cupboard, the bedpost had been bent and cracked where she had slammed the demon backwards into it, his horn gouging a furrow on the side of one of the legs, and the floor-boards were spattered with drops of her blood, sent flying by the flailing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>