<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/2/25807/603575-al_purg_paint.jpg)</div><br/>Crouched as she was, burrowing within the furs of her bed, onyx eyes would watch in delight as the Lycan attacked the imp. Oh she would purr, she would laugh, she would cry out in nigh ecstasy as the imp was torn asunder in a crimson shower upon her stone walls, the sound mingling with that of the howl that surely would be heard even in the Throne Room. Long fingers would curl and uncurl in the sleek bedding, her upper body brushing back and forth, the feel of fur teased against tight nipples only added to the desire flowing through her.<br/><br/>As she took notice of the collar being decimated as well, she cared not. That little piece of silver, though indeed holding something that could have held the Lycan in check, had simply been a ploy, and it had been oh so deliciously successful. For a fleeting moment Sakkara wondered what it would take for Bryce to re-emerge, when the man would return and the Lycan would sleep. Would it be when his seed was spent? When the Beast felt he had taken her, dominated her, marked her as his own? These thoughts as well were swept aside though as she heard the sound of silvered steel hit the floor, and she watched the Lycan stalk towards her with such heady intent.<br/><br/>As the Beast knelt finally behind her she would only then close her eyes, laying her cheek against the fur beneath her head, arching her back even more as she settled simply into the sensation of touch. The feel of his hot, moist, huffed breath against her parted nether lips, followed by a cold nose caused her to gasp, her body tensing. The tension only increased as his lengthy tongue followed the path between muscled hillocks, a low moan escaping as her spine rolled beneath the languid lick. Her wings settled wide at either side of her, giving him the room he would need to lay against her, crimson flesh quivering as she felt that hot breath upon the back of her neck. Anticipation caused silken moistness to glisten at the apex of her thighs, knowing full well what the Lycan planned on doing. And though she knew his intent, it did not stop the sensuous cry that erupted from her as his jaws clamped upon the back of her neck, almost falling utterly into her release then, sanguine flowing over dark red shoulder, and though he had indeed missed the major artery, her blood flowed free, filling his mouth.<br/><br/>He may have marked her, but she had just claimed him complete.<br/><br/>His massive clawed hand pushing her face further into the bedding merely brought her tight ass up higher, offering herself totally to what was to come. She was moving, she was wiggling, yet her movements were hardly from the attempt to get away. They were from the increased desire that he was causing her. Her mewling cries were muffled, but they were not from fear. The sounds were of a need to intense she was but a moment away from exploding. Yet indeed she was allowing him to place her in the position she was in. Though he was in Lycan form, his strength now matching hers easily, she was far from a toy in his grasp. As his bulging cock slick with pre-cum slammed forcefully into her accepting pussy, her wings would snap up, her shriek of ecstasy accompanying her movements back against his pummeling hips. She met him pound for pound, snarling as she looked over her blood slicked shoulder, grinning through her fangs. Tight cavern pulsed around his thick shaft, and she rode him as much as he gave her, her entire body alight with the desire.<br/><br/><strong> “ Yes!... my Lycan... Fuck me! Take me, make me yours! Deeper my Beast, give me the release I must have...!</strong><br/><br/>