<div class="floatright">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/5170/138089-112033-purgatori.jpg)</div><br/>Quite content the vampire Demoness was to accept a simple fucking from the Lycan.<br/><br/>As his massive member probed ever deeper within her, as she rocked in the intense rhythm their bodies had found, deep down she knew she had him. She was a very willing 'victim' of his wondrous abuse, and Sakkara knew that that alone endeared her to the Beast. But she was not ready for what was to come..<br/><br/>Her demand brought the Lycan to grasp her firmly by neck and hair, and her snarl of delight echoed through the chambers. Clawed hands gripped to the thick wrist and muscled arm of the tremendous hand that gripped her throat, sinking nails into his furred flesh. Easily her statuesque form was lifted, his cock still impaled within her slick depths, and as if he knew, she indeed made the attempt to settle onyx hues upon the sight. She wanted to witness, wanted to see her nether lips encasing his veiny mast. But the Beast changed the game. The movement of a lone finger beneath her chin, bringing her face up and back caused the Vampiress to pause. Black lips parted, heavy breaths forced past extended fangs, and her own fathomless eyes found themselves locked upon golden orbs of.. life. The rumble from his chest against her spine caused her to blink slowly, the taste of her own blood on her tongue as he stared at her. Made contact with her, as the Beast. So caught up in this moment of... connection.. that she almost wasn't aware of his movement of her body. His strength matched hers easily, so to lift her bodily was nothing.<br/><br/>Staring into those gleaming eyes, she would groan as she felt his cock ease out, gasp as he turned her head to face him, tucking her wings tight to her back. Sakkara, ever the strong one, ever the one in control, was at a loss, if but for this moment. Would this be detrimental? The cold-hearted Demoness was trapped within the gaze of the Beast<em>she</em>had chosen to control. Lids fluttered as his snout nuzzled across her lips. Her lips parted as his tongue captured her essence. As his lengthy tongue invaded her mouth, with an eager hunger she would reciprocate. A hand wold lift, moving to cup his thick furry neck as she returned the 'kiss', her moan muffled, but not feigned.<br/><br/>She would cry out low in need as he broke the kiss, and realized, in that moment, that the Beast had become the Master. In any other circumstance, Sakkara would rail at this. He would pay, he would scream in surrender, she would bathe in his blood. But the Lycan kept her head up and back, kept her chin locked in his grip that she could easily break, but allowed, for again, those eyes of the sun bore into her coal like orbs.<br/><br/>What he would see as he impaled her with such intense force would be sheer wantonness. Her head would fall back against his brawny shoulder, raven hair clinging to his fur, her shriek holding a mixture of pain and desire. The perfect blend. And again, she would not attempt to get away. She would instead arch her back, crimson breasts bouncing at his movement of her body. One hand would remain locked around his neck and the other would immediately find her throbbing clit, slender digits rubbing in a furious manner as she keened low.<br/><br/><strong> “ Yes... do not stop. Take what you wish, mine Own. I am yours! Deeper, faster.. my Beast.. I am so close..!!”</strong><br/><br/>Somewhere deep down Sakkara knew that to lose herself this way was foolish. The Lycan could easily turn on her, rend her limb from limb. But the Demoness did not fear death. She had returned from such ministrations on her body before. Now, at this point in time, she was so close to orgasm that she was very willing to put herself in that position, if only to have what this Beast was giving her...<br/><br/>...it had been so long since she had met her match...