<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><strong>Tahariel</strong><br/>Tagging:  Suzafan<br/><hr/><br/>"Mmmn..." he murmured as she finally pulled her lips and tongue away from him.  His grip on her loosened slightly as she leaned in to whisper into his ear.  "Ah..." he whispered lightly as she nibbled at his ear before withdrawing.  "Cooties, Cherry Blossom?" he decided to retort with a pet name of his own for her.  Of course his name for her was a little more endearing than hers was for him.<br/><br/>He winced in pain and let out a low grunt as a demon pulled a fistfull of his feathers from one of his wings.  A low growl rumbled in his chest just as Suzafan slipped away from his grip to strangle the bold demon.  It was really only at that moment that he became aware of the audience that had gathered around them.  He slowly sat up, his aching back and wings relieved of the pain of being pressed so uncomfortably to the muddy ground.  His eyes followed Suzafan as she moved to threaten the crowd that had gathered around them.  He could see the repressed anger in her, or perhaps simply sensed it in some way in the way she carried herself, in the glint of her eye, in the graceful violence she naturally clung to.  He knew violence, he knew the disciplined fighting skills that had been taught to him and many other angels, but she was something entirely different--something feral.<br/><br/>It seemed strange to him that she let them run and scamper away, since she obviously seemed more than capable of besting any of them--or all of them at once--in combat.  Perhaps she simply didn't want to waste her time.  While the scattering demons regarded Suzafan with some degree of fear, Tahariel did not, even as he looked up towards her as she approached him once more.  He winced and let out another little grunt of pain as she gripped him by the wings, yanking him to a new position for her to pounce down upon once more.  Wings seemed to be something of an inconvenience in this place thusfar...<br/><br/>Blood from his minor injuries mixed with the mud beneath him.  He arched his neck as he let out a little restrained whimper of pleasure as she licked his neck.  "I see that got your blood flowing," he murmured, noting her voracious appetite for him now.  His arms struggled, though only halfheartedly as her tail ran up along his thighs removing what little cloth still remained to cover his lust-hardened cock.