<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><strong>Tahariel</strong><br/>Tagging:  Suzafan<br/><hr/><br/>The real response of his body was not a purely biological one as it would be in a human--or other mortal race.  Angels--and similarly Demons--are more spiritual beings than they are physical.  True arousal came from within his spirit, stroked by the corruption of Hell, teased by the promises of pleasure from the succubus, weakened by the pain that surrounded him.  Others were beginning to gather to bear witness to his humiliation, drawn by the noises of the Hellhound and whatever it was that had been so absorbing the succubus's attention.  His eyes shifted from left to right watching the others approach before looking back up to Suzafan wondering what the alluring demoness might do next--though parts of his mind already had an idea.<br/><br/>It was those parts of his mind where the corruption dwelt, those dark desires that he kept hidden away and suppressed.  That swelling cancer that he knew would only grow the longer he stayed in Hell in this position he resigned himself to.  But if he had already decided to stay, why resist?  Why fight a battle he knew he would inevitably lose?  And after all, if he'd given in now wouldn't he simply enjoy his stay here all the more?  They were dangerous questions that he tried his best not to think about, though the volume that they echoed through his mind at only increased as Suzafan's lips pressed against his.  He stifled a low groan before his own tongue met hers.  The muddy ground kept his head from recoiling from her kiss, though his obviously tried, though his tongue tentatively tasted her own.  Unable to find the strength of will to pull her away his hands moved to her thighs where they clenched hard, giving him something to concentrate on to prevent his hips from thrusting up to her own.<br/><br/>Like a trophy the fornication with the Celestial was displayed from the very edge of the Second Layer of Hell.  If he'd been more cognizant of his surroundings instead of the ministrations of his demonic mistress he may have understood her game.  A game of power and rebellion, showing off the strength of their level, of their sin.  There are many ways to corrupt a man, sometimes the most enjoyable are the most subtle of workings.  For the virginal angel it may have been the perfect tool.