Shezzerade (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=913840)<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l177/VeronicaVoxx/00Shazzerade_zps6e33edc1.jpg)</div><br/>The sudden cry caused Shezzerade to rear her tail back, aiming to plunge it deep and savoring her "Master's" screams...but when she caught a glimpse of the pain and fear in those beautiful mismatched eyes of his..something shook her to her core. It was a moment of weakness in something that dared to keep in bottle and robbed her of her beloved freedom...sabotaged her crowing moment of glory when she was at last able to claw her way to place of relative safety in hierarchy of the hells. A place where she'd be able to slake her hedonist theists to excess! What she dreamed of for centuries..to live... without fear...fear..of the ever being in the same position she was was she was weal...when her most hated sister made her experience this same look..this same fear that she saw reflected in those eyes...<br/><br/>As she  withdrew her tail and wrapped it around her hourglass waist, the confused Succubus struggled to collect her thoughts for moment as she still Adrain still plunged hilt deep inside her, but her emotion were as wild as her lusts at this moment and she couldn't understand it. Had she been of a different nature or perhaps just a different nurturing Shezzerade would have known what she felt was empathy, but it like trying to express what the color red is to bind woman or a far off shore to a farm girl who spent her whole life in the fields. Chalking this up to just some sort of unintended link between Adrian and herself due to the calling. the Demoness continued the plunged herself, shaken, but undeterred to something understand milking men dry. but her body language spoke all the words she didn't even the red mage could have seen and recognized riding his cock was a fellow, someone who too had suffered, if Shezzerade was more collected she would appalled to let such emotion slip,