Rise of The Fallen
I stay quiet, not sure what is so funny, but also not wanting to incur his wrath if that is where this is going.
“Why settle for a show?” Cain raises an eyebrow at the angel, and I know where this is going. I bite my lip, nervous and unsure. Will Shamshiel take him up on it? What does this mean for us? I push the intrusive thoughts aside and try to focus as Shamshiel pushes off from the wall, closes the door and slowly walks toward me; his eyes burning with desire. My stomach drops as Shamshiel stops in front of me and undoes his pants, his length now dangling above me. His eyes hold a promise, of what I don’t know but I find my golden ovaries and take him in my mouth, kneeling up to do so.