<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs38/f/2008/312/6/f/Purgatori____18_by_BlondTheColorist.jpg)</div><br/><br/>It was glorious to watch the struggle between man and beast. It was wondrous to know that Bryce wanted nothing more then to prove that he, the man, was in control as he had been so very long upon Earth. But at what cost? What was eroding within him to never allow the Beast to roam free?<br/><br/>Pressed so close to him, she could feel the heat rising within him, not only in lust, but in body. The rumble within his broadening chest sent a thrill through her, his beautiful gold eyes boring into hers as his change began. A low moan escaped as his clawed thumb slid along her jaw, tilting her face into his oddly gentle caress, her lips parting under his urging, as his tongue gathered her blood. She never tore her onyx hues from his golden ones as her essence was taken in, as, with that single gesture, he became hers completely. She could control him now, if she needed to...<br/><br/>… but she found that she didn't want to. Sakkara wanted Bryce, the man and the Beast, to want her on his own. To stand her side from a deeper connection then control on her part. This Lycan that was changing right before her, growing, strengthening under her very hands, this animal that could indeed now fight her physically quite evenly, was doing nothing bit purring, doing naught but showing her what her proximity was doing to him. For the barest moment, the smallest blip in time, a scowl marred the perfection of her brow. She had not anticipated this sensation of... emotion, no matter how minute. As his massive hand moved to grip her firm ass, to lift her and allow her to basically ride his thickening thigh, those fleeting thoughts fled away, and a groan of need replaced it. Her hips would rock forward, a shuddered hiss flowing passed fangs as her free hand slid over his wide shoulders, digging her own claws into his flesh. She continued the action upon his throbbing shaft, not caring in the least about it's increase in size. She would scrape her nails over the length, not drawing blood but surely drawing attention.<br/><br/>Or so she thought. But no, even as her fingers and palm were coated with warm stickiness, the Beast came fully to the fore, his attention taken by the cowering and quivering imp clutching the collar within it's hands. She would smile as Bryce, as the Lycan slathered at the little demon, knowing full well what he wanted to do. With a low chuckle she would slide herself off Bryce's thigh, still purring as she sauntered past the Lycan and the chittering imp. Fingers would begin to remove gold, the dull thunk echoing through her chamber as she dropped pieces to the floor, padding her way to the furs.<br/><br/><strong> “ My first offering to you my Lycan. Do what you will with the imp, destroy the collar if you wish.”</strong>The little demons quivered shriek could be heard as it frantically began looking about for means of escape, even though it knew the attempt was futile. Now completely bare, slowly she would drop to her knees in the furs, stretching forward languidly, arching her winged back like a cat. He would be given a lovely view of of her rounded ass, as well as the gentle parting of the flesh of her glistening sex. Dropping her wings enough to glance over a smooth shoulder, she would lick her lips again, her timbre full of want.<strong> “ And my second offering, is me. Be swift. You wouldn't want me to get cold..”</strong>The manner in which she was offering herself was submissive, and she knew it. As Bryce, she would easily be able to dominate, and would even enjoy it. But as Lycan, she needed to allow him the dominance.