[ Ruby's not even bothering to hide the sharp amusement at his snapped retort, his attempt at growling with just a flash of anger, which is all completely undermined by the noises that directly follow it. She's very much like a cat that's caught a wounded bird, and the fact that this bird wants her to dig her claws in is almost too good. She knows he's drawn to her body, despite his desperate attempts to jerk his head away.
What he has to say is certainly enlightening. It doesn't necessarily surprise her to hear that angels can go native, that's apparently what happened to Anna after all, but the next part is even more interesting. So Heaven wants this showdown to happen? It seems crazy, but then again, it's just the kind of arrogance that she's gotten to just love from these high and mighty winged monkeys. They don't just think they can win, they know it.
Which also maybe explains why they haven't gone out of their way to smite her. They don't have a problem with what she's doing. It fits into what they want, too, and while they're far too good to admit it, it doesn't surprise her that they would use a demon just as much as humans and even their own.
But that's not what this little rebellious soldier wants.
She decides to let that settle for a moment, and instead tilts her head back to give him a flirtatious grin, even if he's stubbornly refusing to look at it. She knows exactly how to get his full attention. ]
This is about as human as it gets. [ She gives his cock a light, teasing stroke before taking a step back. ] You're a little curious, aren't you?
[ Now that she has just enough room, she takes a moment to strip out of her clothes without a trace of self-consciousness. She could make a much bigger show of it than the casual writhing she employs to help ease that obscuring fabric out of the way, but she doesn't have all the time in the world here.
She's also on a mission. Which is why she doesn't waste much time in pressing back in against him, both of her hands sliding back into his wings where she slips her fingers deftly through those smooth feathers until she has a tight grip on two handfuls worth of feathers. It's a very pleasing mix of sensations for her, her breasts pressed against his warm and bloody chest, his hard cock trapped between them, and the silky texture of the feathers against her hands and arms.
It's not even a thinly veiled threat, but her tone is one of almost teasing admonishment. She's sure he'll get the idea. ]
Didn't I just tell you not to hold out on me? Don't you think I know when someone isn't telling the whole story, Cassie?
[ She's bluffing, of course. Taking a shot in the dark just because she knows he's not broken yet. He could be hiding things from her, or maybe that's it. She has no real way of knowing for sure. ]
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What he has to say is certainly enlightening. It doesn't necessarily surprise her to hear that angels can go native, that's apparently what happened to Anna after all, but the next part is even more interesting. So Heaven wants this showdown to happen? It seems crazy, but then again, it's just the kind of arrogance that she's gotten to just love from these high and mighty winged monkeys. They don't just think they can win, they know it.
Which also maybe explains why they haven't gone out of their way to smite her. They don't have a problem with what she's doing. It fits into what they want, too, and while they're far too good to admit it, it doesn't surprise her that they would use a demon just as much as humans and even their own.
But that's not what this little rebellious soldier wants.
She decides to let that settle for a moment, and instead tilts her head back to give him a flirtatious grin, even if he's stubbornly refusing to look at it. She knows exactly how to get his full attention. ]
This is about as human as it gets. [ She gives his cock a light, teasing stroke before taking a step back. ] You're a little curious, aren't you?
[ Now that she has just enough room, she takes a moment to strip out of her clothes without a trace of self-consciousness. She could make a much bigger show of it than the casual writhing she employs to help ease that obscuring fabric out of the way, but she doesn't have all the time in the world here.
She's also on a mission. Which is why she doesn't waste much time in pressing back in against him, both of her hands sliding back into his wings where she slips her fingers deftly through those smooth feathers until she has a tight grip on two handfuls worth of feathers. It's a very pleasing mix of sensations for her, her breasts pressed against his warm and bloody chest, his hard cock trapped between them, and the silky texture of the feathers against her hands and arms.
It's not even a thinly veiled threat, but her tone is one of almost teasing admonishment. She's sure he'll get the idea. ]
Didn't I just tell you not to hold out on me? Don't you think I know when someone isn't telling the whole story, Cassie?
[ She's bluffing, of course. Taking a shot in the dark just because she knows he's not broken yet. He could be hiding things from her, or maybe that's it. She has no real way of knowing for sure. ]