<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><strong>Tahariel</strong><br/>Tagging:  Suzafan<br/><hr/><br/>The initial shock wore off quickly, though that still left him on the muddy ground with a three-headed beast pinning him at the shoulders.  It was difficult to know what to expect, ever since he'd arrived things continued to throw him off-balance, Hell was truly a strange place for an Angel.  When it seemed that the hound wasn't going to actually attack he relaxed slightly, keeping his eyes focused intently on what the beast may do next, though he was certainly pleased when it was pulled away from him and replaced by the beautiful demoness.<br/><br/>As her foot came down onto his chest, pinning him at least slightly more gently than the three-headed beast had been, he couldn't help but follow it up the length of her body with his cerulean eyes until they locked onto her own.  He didn't know what to feel, caught somewhere between lust and defiance.  He knew that he couldn't leave, that they wouldn't ever let him leave.  But still he wasn't sure he wanted to leave either.  If he did manage to escape this place he would be duty bound to inform the Host of what he knew, and when he did that he knew that a true war would be inevitable.  How many more would have to suffer and die if such a war were to occur?  He couldn't really say, but if he stayed here then he could keep this secret until the end of time.  But what would become of him?  He imagined being the plaything of demons, or worse yet becoming a demon himself.  Strange how these things turn out.  He wondered how long he could hold out against the corruption of Hell, and he wondered if he really needed to in light of his resignation to stay within this place.<br/><br/>The thoughts coursing through his mind did little to still the hurried beating of his heart, which Suzafan could feel beneath the sole of her foot, and the lust-fueled blood surging into his slightly aroused cock, hidden though it was beneath his torn and muddy robe.<br/><br/>"I don't think we need to mince words...you and I both know that I likely won't ever be leaving Hell," there was a faint sadness in his eyes, but also a hopefulness that his sacrifice would not be in vain.  He shifted uncomfortably beneath her foot, his wings pressed between his back and the ground at a rather unfortunately angle.  His eyes, meanwhile, slipped down her neck to her chest before quickly looking away in another direction as she leaned down over him.  His breath caught in his throat as her hand found his stiffening member through the robes he was wearing.<br/><br/>His eyes went back to hers, the sky-blue filled with stormy clouds of conflicting emotions, speaking volumes where his lips could find no words.