Pennemuel asked the ethereal woman standing in front of him.“I am here to save my charge.” Her soft voice was like a whisper of wind caressing his entire being. He felt his cock harden with anticipation because soon she would be his.“Let’s not play semantics here, angel; you know how this game works. I need to hear you do this of your own volition,” Pennemuel snapped. He had no time to play, and his prize could be taken away with just a simple twist of words.She raised her head defiantly, the wind whipping the long black curls away from her face. “I am here…willingly.”He could hear the cries of distress swirl around him from the invisible beings that watched their exchange. He absorbed them and relished it as they fed the darkness inside him. In the shadows the screams and howls of delight from his kind urged him on. On the top of the twenty-story, old, stone Gothic building in the heart of Gotham, he faced off with an angel, a being some demons would kill their maker to possess her.
