<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel felt her lover catch fire and enjoyed the burn.  She'd never seen the sparrow quite like this; at least, not that she remembered.  And it seemed unlikely that she could lose something so intense, so delicious.  This was a memory she would take out later, savor in the quiet of a dark room and treasure for centuries.<br/><br/>Her tongue was every bit as good as she knew it would be; better than the dancer's.  She squirmed around it, felt it touch places that she had forgotten about; remembered the delight of a human body in the heights of pleasure.  The fingers within her pulled away and she whined over the loss, although they had been too large, too tight.  The lips moving over her body provided some distraction, a thrill that didn't satisfy but still sent shivers along her body.  As Muriel watched she lost herself in the beauty of the girl moving over her, darkness against darkness, a bottomless cathartic deep.  The sensation seemed to peak and Muriel arched her back just as she was filled again, too painfully: it tore a scream from her throat that echoed through Castle Hill.<br/><br/>The pleasure and punishment combined as the perfect release.  Muriel floated on a dark, angry sea, torn apart in sacrificial offering for forgiveness.  As her scream faded away she was lost adrift in the joy of the primal depths of creation, the emptiness that framed the stage, and she brushed the stuff of the first moments, the happy joys as they spun together starlight and gravity and planned the glory to come.  She lay there for a thousand years, it seemed, or more - entranced and unable to do anything more than delight.<br/><br/>And then gasped, her body shivering as tears rolled down her face.  Her eyes snapped open as she looked down at the wet face between her legs with a purely predatory smile.  "My turn, my love...."