Gabriel clutched her face in his steel grasp, glowering as he stared at her eyes.  Then, with a snarl, he snatched her lips with is teeth and tethered  them.  It was a strange kiss, but it was visceral and reckless.  He then spun her around so that her ass was in his face and her upper body rested on the table, and he bit at her thick muscles harshly-- but not enough to draw blood.  Then, he rubbed the tip of his nose against her anus, the very tip of his tongue slightly, not even really, strumming Vasha's little bud.  Her pussy still tasted like whiskey and Mar's breath, but that drove Gabriel crazy instead of inhibiting him.  With one smooth motion, his tongue traveled the distance between her clitoris to her asshole, and he swirled his tongue into the finality of the brush.<br/><br/>One could easily love everything about Vasha.  There was nothing about her that Gabriel did not think looked perfect.  She always smelled delightful.  Even when she smelled of sex with ten men, she smelled good to him.  The sound of her voice, her purrs, her moans, they drove him emphatically mad.  Gabriel could spend hours watching her thighs when she sat, crouched, fucked and rode a hovercycle.  But Gabriel's absolute favorite was the taste of her orifices.  He loved the taste of her spit.  Sometimes, when a few people shared his cock, Gabriel liked to kiss whoever went after Vasha just to get a hint of her taste.  But the taste of her pussy and her ass...  God, Gabriel could season his food with her juices.<br/><br/>With his face buried in her ass, Gabriel began to moan and grumble, devouring her anus greedily.  He liked to slide his tongue inside of her and push against the walls of her sphincter.  He liked to feel the ridges against his taste buds.  Gabriel gently squeezed her clitoris in between his thumb and index.<br/><br/>Gasping for air, Gabriel said,  "You are forgiven."   Gabriel draped her legs over his shoulders, reclined back and ate her ass out.<br/>