<div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaperpimper.com/wallpaper/Anime_&amp;_Manga/Purgatori/Purgatori-2-EBI0GSCZFG-1024x768.jpg)</div><br/>He persevered. He brought himself to stand, albeit slowly, with weapon in hand, even as his life essence flowed forth freely. He was a beautiful specimen to behold. He held the muscle of her Lycan, but in his mortal flesh. How wondrous..<br/><br/>Sakkara stood at just over 6 feet in her boots, all sleek muscle and Power, an Amazon in her own right. Yet this man, the self styled 'Black Baron' towered over her by at least another foot. Where her muscle was well defined, his was bulging. Yet she knew this didn't mean he was a lumbering giant. The fact that Guards were beheaded, and he spoke of ridding himself of even more... it brought her chin up, her visage easing to cool detachment. How he got here didn't matter any longer. The fact that he was here, and it was Sakkara that had found him....<br/><br/>… that was something. Yet was this a trap? Though the General had worked well on her subterfuge, slowly building her army to bring her plan to fruition, the Queen was no fool. The Demoness was banking on the fact that this new game, and all the new toys being brought before Lilith would keep the Queen off kilter enough for Sakkara to move through the cracks. She had plans for the Lycan, but would still play the Queens game in her own manner if need be. Now this one, this gorgeous mortal specimen... Sakkara could add him as well. Yes, he would be a wondrous piece to her board...<br/><br/>She did not move as Thane brought himself to stand, sword at the ready. She did not sneer, she did not laugh at his attempts. She stood there, looking slightly up at him, the wind shifting though the congealing blood in her dark hair. When she did move though, he would not see it. One moment she would be a statue before him, the next she would be on him, literally. Her wings would snap out and forward to puncture his wrists, her hands out to grasp throat and his side wound at the same moment. She would use her lunge to knock him down onto his back, slamming his hands to either side of him and pinning them to the ground with her wing tips, landing to straddle his barely covered lions. Claws would dig into the wound, her face coming to within inches of his own. Her nostrils would flare, sanguine dipped tresses falling like a dark curtain around his head, her tongue lapping across his mouth to taste his blood trickling forth there. He would hear her purr, so deep, so silky, like a panther atop his chest as she rumbled.<strong> “ Mmmm.. you are right. It seems I have been lax in my duties as General. Yet you are beyond mere mortal. I can taste it. And I want more of it.”</strong>Her groin would roll slowly across his, deriving pleasure not from the thought of mounting him, but from the thought of meeting him in battle. But he would need to heal, and be in his prime to be a match for her. The hand that had invaded his wound slid further down, easing between where their lions met, grasping his cock, stroking and squeezing and feeling his girth.<strong> “ Aaahhh yesss... you are endowed everywhere aren't you. That will be for later though. First you must prove yourself worthy of the pleasures I can give you. And for that, you must be whole. You will remember this gift I bestow upon you now 'Black Baron'. No matter what happens later, you <em>will</em> remember me...”</strong>Pulling her hand free from his shaft, her wings still pinning his hands out, she would slide down his body, her face nuzzling around the hole in his side. With a lust filled hiss her fangs would pierce her own lips, her rich essence flowing, dribbling down into the laceration. In that instant, he was hers. The magic in her blood sealed the wound shut, her essence working through his veins to begin to heal him through and through. With a groan of need she would move up to place a hungry kiss upon his mouth, her fangs snicking his lips, their blood mingling together even more. A guttural cry tore from her as she rose to straddle him again, wanting nothing more then to plunge herself down upon his cock, but now was not the time. As she said, he had to earn that.<br/><br/>Yanking her wings free from his wrists, the movement would carry her off his prone body, licking his blood from her mouth with a coy smile. She would hover in the air, gazing down upon him now, and wait for him to rise.<strong> “ I shall gift you with more. You shall have armor, and a weapon suiting your stature and obvious skills. You wish to fight Black Baron? Then a fight you shall have. You will fit nicely in my game. If you are able to best me, you shall find your way home. If not, you shall remain at my side for as long as I have need of you, to fight for me, with me. Tell me that does not stir the need within you..”</strong>