<strong>Suzafan</strong><br/><strong>Tagged Tahariel</strong><br/><br/><br/>Slick, slobbery saliva spilled out of the beast’s three mouths as Cerberus growled viciously above Tahariel’s slightly crouched frame.  All three heads were towering him, ready to bite the instant he’d make a sudden move. His white wings were soiled with mud, but at least this one was odorless unlike the foul stench in which the sinners of the Third Circle were spending eternity.<br/><br/>Suzafan chuckled and licked her lips, obviously satisfied with the sight before her. As predicted, Tahariel did not only prove to be compliant in the presence of her sisters, but also in the face of danger. He did not posses a single stubborn bone in his body, telling Suzafan that a more obedient prisoner than him would be hard to find in this world.<br/><br/>She came closer to the two and pulled the beast by its tail, dragging him away from the angel. Cerberus barely felt her touch, but Suzafan was strong enough to move him. Petting its head, she gazed Tahariel with renewed interest.<br/><br/>“I think the two of us will have a lot of fun during your<em> visit.</em>”  she emphasized the last word knowing all too well that there was no chance he’ll ever make it out of here. She did not wish a war with the angels more than her Queen – which is to say, not at all – but from the moment he was brought here to the time of his so-called trial, surely Tahariel had realized that no one will ever let him go. After all, Hell’s Mistress had given Suzafan free hand to kill him for good, a task achieved only by sinking him in the molten lava found in the last circle, were Lucifer reigned. Luckily, Tahariel wasn’t informed about this particular detail, otherwise he’d surely know what a tremendous hassle his own death can cause and how eagerly the Queen wished to avoid it.<br/><br/>Loving the sound of his hitched breath, Suzafan ordered her pet to sit and approached the celestial, placing her right leg on top of his bare chest, pinning him to the ground. Bending her knee she towered over him, giving Tahariel a good view of her voluptuous front.<br/><br/>“Let’s see what else will make you this yielding” she purred, touching his groin as she leaned down.<br/><br/><br/><strong>The Queen<br/>Tagged La’cael’rah</strong><br/><br/>Fae blood was certainly sweeter than anything she had before. Not only that, but it was also a potent aphrodisiac for her kind. Without gentleness she dragged him over to the bed and pinned him beneath her once more as she licked and tasted his neck, closing his wound with her saliva. She used the chain still attached to his collar to tie his hands above his head, smothering him with her large breasts in the meantime. There was not a trace of the sophisticated, awkwardly gentle white being he first met and pleased before. Lilith was a feral creature, bound to instinct and carnal desires which happened to also possess an excessive amount of power. The wisdom she earned with age and experience was kept under lock, somewhere deep within the subconscious eachtime she took this shape. There was no room for reason when nature took over and Lilith was the embodiment of nature itself in its darkest form.<br/><br/>The spikes around her body were scratching La’cael’rah’s skin, piercing it from time to time due to her dynamic movement. She retracted them the moment it became uncomfortable for her, wanting to feel his warm skin on hers. Lilih was literally a cold blooded creature and it took more than fae blood to warm her up. Her tongue explored his chest and stomach and as she went down on his body, she felt his member growing hard beneath her soft breasts. He was ready. Placing one foot besides him with the right knee raised off the bed while the other was resting on the sheets, Lilith took his member and placed it inside of her. She purred and brought her hands on his chest, pushing herself against and away from his body, using her right leg as leverage. The movement was slow, but firm and slightly violent. It wasn’t meant to please him, but herself.<br/>