<div align="center"><strong>~Sakkara~ Tagged: Bryce and Zaeroses~</strong></div><br/>Having tossed her prize within the sunken bed of furs at the center of her chambers, Sakkara's hips had cocked to the side, hands settling upon the swell of her waist, cold eyes watching Bryce as he rose to stand in a clank of chain. Again when he spoke it was snide, even as his cock spoke so much louder at his true state of mind. Silently she would stare upon the man, studying him, watching as the wounds she had so recently afflicted upon him sealed shut. Almondesque eyes would narrow in the faintest, giving the smallest of nods to herself. His words brought no reaction that he could note, but she did begin to move. Turning her back, showing him how very much she didn't fear either him or his escape, she would sway across the stone floor, the inky shadows seeming to both part for her and follow in her wake. Sconces upon the walls lit of their own accord, the fire lighting the room in a soft glow, kissing against her crimson flesh. As she moved into the darkness that now opened to her, he would see that the cavern was much larger then it first appeared. The scuttling of clawed feet would be heard, and the imp that had previously disappeared scrambled to move aside a thick curtain, revealing a veritable treasure.<br/><br/>Behind this curtain was Sakaaras past. If Bryce knew his history, he would see Egypt when they were rulers of the known world. Gold everywhere, gleaming in the firelight. Bit and pieces that were so old, in Bryce's world they would be worth a fortune. For many a long minute she would remain silent as the imp continued to scuttle about, now working to remove the leather that swathed its Mistress, back and forth to settle pieces of the gleaming metal upon Sakkaras lithe form. Most of what was happening would be hidden by the slight spread of her wings, until finally, with a languid purr, Sakkara would turn to face the man again. Still the General she was, but now, now her femininity screamed forth. Silent upon bare feet, onyx eyes capturing Bryces, she would make her way towards him, arms lifting behind her head to lift her raven mane an allow the tresses to fall again, the gold upon her breasts shining as she moved, nipples peaking just forth from the metal. At the apex of her strong thighs a gold ankh was settled, hanging from strings of priceless pearls from the swell of her hips, topping her sex enticingly.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/362578-142198-purgatori.jpg)</div><br/>Coming to a stop before Bryce, her head tilting as her eyes slid over his body, reaching down to caress his still pulsing shaft lightly. The other hand would grasp the chain between the plain steel of the shackles on his wrists, squeezing and pulling to break the links as if they were paper. Staring into his eyes, she would cock a knowing grin, purring softly.<strong> “ Oh you are special. I am not like my <em>sisters</em></strong>..” The word was spoken with derision, with a sneer curling her mouth.<strong> “ … I am better. I am stronger. And  have a different goal then they do. Why take what could be given freely?” </strong>Leaning close, her face would bury against his throat, gathering in a deep breath, taking in his scent. The hand at his loins grasping already tattered fabric and tearing it free, ripping, shredding, until he was completely naked before her. Another purr as the flesh of her fingers met the now bare flesh of his cock, hissing in delight at the sensation of throbbing, silken hardness in her palm. Her free hand would grasp one of his, lifting it to place his appendage upon a gold covered breast, looking again into his face. Fangs would glint, her back arching to press more ample globe into his hand, fierceness sweeping across her dangerously beautiful visage.<strong> “ I did not take you to be my slave. I took you to be my warrior. The Beast howls within you, you who are not wholly human. Stay my side, and the Beast and the man can become one.”</strong>Another shift of her body and she was pressed against him, loin to loin, her tongue sliding over her lower lip, her fangs piercing the soft flesh to allow twin pinpricks of sanguine to bead forth.<strong> “ I can, and will, offer you your freedom, if you fight for me. Fight <em>with</em> me. I give you this offer, this body, my strength, my Power, once. Refuse me.. and you will know my full wrath.”</strong>The last was purred in his ear, even as her hand began to stroke, her palm grazing over the head of his shaft, again and again, the heat of her sex pressed against his thigh. If he looked hard enough, at her last words he would note the imp moving back into view, holding a special collar in it clawed hands. Made of silver it was, with sharp spikes about an inch long circling the inner part. Most assuredly a torturous device to a Lycan.<br/><br/>As she gave Bryce her offer, within her mind the Angel seemed to wake fully. She could feel him there, coursing through her veins, the strength of his faith and prayer sliding about her. Though for most the succubi his prayer would make them weak, Sakkara had a secret. The demoness had 'lived' a long time, and had known many an entity. The archangel Michael was one. He had thought to offer her salvation, and she had thought he loved her. She had accepted his 'gift' , thought she had accepted his love, and had been transformed to fight the war between Heaven and Hell alongside the Angels. And now, the Angel known as Zaeroses was linked with her, her own blood flowing through him. He would see her now, in his mind. See her in all her angelic glory, a warrior of the Heavens. Hand outstretched to him, so gloriously beautiful, her lips moving as her whisper flowed through his senses, touching his skin in soft kisses, holding promises of such glory.<em>Forgive me...</em>the voice would mantra, for Zaeroses alone.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/1058532-rakshasa11.jpg)</div>