<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><strong>Tahariel</strong><br/>Tagging:  Suzafan<br/><hr/><br/>While demons were often in the form that mortals lusted after, angels were often in the form that mortals dreamed of.  They were a pair, Suzafan and Tahariel, of unimagined beauty, both sexual and otherworldly.  The look in her eyes like a predator, and the look in his like a man trying to refuse something to which he is addicted.  Her flesh burned at his where they met, scorching in his mind with the feathery touch of fire and sin and pleasure.  She was fierce and desirable and he knew he shouldn't want what was happening, but he just couldn't think of a reason why.  His hands flexed and shifted though with not enough strength to break away from her grasp.  It was obvious enough that he was not struggling nearly as much as he could, but it was difficult to discern if he was really struggling at all and not writhing with barely concealed, agonizing pleasure.<br/><br/>When she paused her attention to speak he replied, "You shou--," but it fell short as her hand grabbed his member.  It was difficult to imagine that it could be any harder than it was, painfully awaiting release, painfully awaiting<em>her</em>.  He let out a gasping moan, barely aware that the cloth around his waist fell away for the way she continued to touch and kiss him.  When her lips and tongue found the tip of his cock he let out a louder moan and found his voice once more, "you feel so good."<br/><br/>The words themselves were damning in a way, but he could hardly concentrate on that.