<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>"Oh yes, much...much better."  Muriel writhed, her wings moving back and forth over the floor as energy seemed to spark through her body.  She shuddered at the bites, pressing Crane's head tighter against her small, youthful breasts.  This sex was different than time she remembered; sweeter, though no less frantic, to be with her darling darkness after admiring her for so long than it was with the nameless cabaret dancer.  Her hand moved down the sparrow's back, caressing the soft skin and then curling into a claw to scratch across as she screamed in pleasure and clenched around the invading fingers.  It was wonderful, an orgasmic wave of peace and tranquility that kept the pain at bay for...a moment.  Only a moment, not enough, never, ever enough.<br/><br/>"You're so beautiful, darling darkness...no, don't stop.  Your mouth...she used her mouth."  A pull on her hair dragged Julie-Anna lower, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her stomach and navel to the short tuft of hair above the wet, tight lips between the angel's legs.  "Make me forget about the light...try harder."  She spread her knees and tilted her head down to watch, her eyes dark, endless and demanding.  The cabaret dancer hadn't been able to give enough, only drive the angel toward the need; in the end, the dancer's destruction was the only bit of relief she could find.