<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>In the Heat of the Night</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m15oiJ6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Azmodiel Tetsuda<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> October 21st, 2018<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hotel Suite<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slightly crumpled uniform</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Azmodiel was different from a vast majority of demons, for a majority of reasons. Primarily, and what people saw most often was his overwhelming strength and power. While he wasn't a Demon God, he was one of the few who other demons thought capable of giving the deities a damn good fight and not actually dying in the process. But there was far more to him than that. He wasn't greedy or selfish. He cared for his subordinates, and saw value where value was present, whether he liked it or not. Even his most bitter rivals would tell you that he was honorable, and fair. So while it might be surprising for Nera to hear his thought processes, it was nothing new. She didn't see the value in herself, but he did. Even at only 50 or so years old, he could see the slumbering aura of greatness within her, but it would take time and dedication to unlock it. <br/><br/>If she did however, she would do her race proud and accomplish great things for demons and humans. As he held her close, squeezing her ass, she let her tail sway over his hands and told him he wasn't alone in his want. "Good. Then we both know where this is heading, beautiful." He tried to kiss her back when she nipped his lip, but she quickly turned and spun away, telling him she'd shower and then..."We finish what we started earlier. I'll be here." While she showered, he prepared as well. Raising his temperature, the immense heat burned off any grime or dirt or dried blood he still had on him from before. It was the same in essence as a sonic shower vibrating all the nasty stuff off, but with heat so high no normal person could survive it. When he was finished, even his skin had a rosy sheen to it, and he was as clean as an Aeon before the Ritual of Lorkesh.<br/><br/> When Nerissa returned, his jacket still remained, but he'd removed his boots and pants, leaving him only in form fitting black boxers with a deep red trim. His eyes followed her hips as they rocked side to side, then he nodded when she asked him to lie down on the bed. "Your wish is my command." He followed her orders and walked over to the bed, his eyes locked on her and his fanged grin on display the entire time. He was looking forward to this and he wanted her to know that he desired her, wanted her, <em>needed</em> here here and now. <br/><br/>Laying down, he almost didn't have time for his head to hit the pillow before Nerissa was on him, her lips and tongue forcing themselves against him. He welcomed the effort and enthusiasm, returning them with just as much passion as she gave him. She wasted no time going to work and as soon as the kiss was finished, she was kissing and groping down his body, making a beeline for the prize she'd been aching for all night, and was barely being contained by his boxers, especially with her efforts getting him ready and willing in moments. He couldn't help making little grunts and groans as she went, and then he felt her hands on his thighs and he began to arch his back so his hips left the bed in anticipation. "It's right there, Nera. Just take it. It's yours," he nearly gasped at her teasing.<br/></span><br/>