Rather than choke, Arden swallows, hardly tasting the stuff with Eris' hands pushing his head down on the spurting organ. Finally, when he is allowed to lift his head, only a trickle of the thick stuff shows at the corner of his mouth, and Arden sits back, panting. He is pale, nearly as pale as Eris, and his wings make him look paler still. He is also hard again, his cock lying stiff against his belly.<br/>"I am not your pet." Arden growls, slowly getting to his feet...