<strong>Suzafan<br/>Tagged Tahariel</strong><br/><br/>He tasted like nothing Suzafan had before. It was a feeling of light and purity and…ugh…compassion. She had to break the kiss, but his tongue came forth to meet hers and that is when she felt the danger for the first time. Strong emotions…the righteous kind..threatened to take over the demoness. As if his light would stick to her.<br/><br/>“Easy cherryboy,” she whispered in his ear, taking the time to even throw a little nibble here and there. “don’t give me your cooties.”<br/><br/>His soft hands held her thighs in a tight grasp giving the expression “touched by an angel” a whole new meaning. It gave Suazafan tingles all over her body, a feeling she wasn’t convinced that she liked. In fact, she didn’t expect nor wished for Tahariel to provide any kind of entertainment for her. It was frustrating to know that there were limits with this certain prisoner. Was it really a strong sense of loyalty to the Queen that was forcing Suzafan to behave or was it something else that kept her from inflicting any harm to the angel? Like most demons, she had a close connection to fear itself, yet in a certain and unusual way. Suzafan was fearless like a madman, as if she lacked a sense of self-preservation.<br/><br/>Tahariel’s presence wasn’t one that could easily go unnoticed, especially here. Yet Suzafan was constantly making a mental effort to keep the distance, although her usual demeneaor showed otherwise. There was something in him that both drew and repelled her. Where all angels like this?  Hellish grunts were heard and vulgar words were spoken. One demon in particular took the opportunity to pull one of Tahariel’s wings, plucking a handful of feathers at once. Suzafan rushed to strangle the creature, furious to know that there were some who dared to touch what was hers.<br/><br/>She tossed the foul carcass right into the mob of demons, chuckling madly.<br/><br/>“No need to beg you pathetic lot, there’s enough pain for everyone to go around..”<br/><br/>Suzafan was angry and not a hint of that anger showed on her features, just an erratic smile meant to deceive her public. She had fun, certainly, but something felt out of place. Usually she had no problem with knocking the living daylights out of everyone. Doing it in front of the angel just felt..<br/><br/>“To hell with you!” she chuckled and banged two demon heads together while her next move involved scratching the eyes out of another. She licked the blood off and showed her claws to the rest, wagging her tail from side to side while holding a feral stance. “Anyone else wants to play with Suzafan?”<br/><br/>One by one the demons and monsters headed for their circle, leaving the demoness alone with her prey. It’s not like the other creatures were that scared of her, but the show was clearly over and they had better things to do than indulge in a mad succubus’ thirst for violence. Those who sensed the Seventh’s Circle scent on Suzafan didn’t want to get involved with her anymore than it was necessary.<br/><br/>She grabbed Tahariel by the wings and pulled him up, disregarding the fact that his wound was far from healed. After this little display of violence she felt aroused to the point of not caring what will happen next and so she was once more on top of him, licking his neck. With one hand she held both his wrists together, above his head while her tail began to go up his thighs, lifting his cloth.<br/>