She took another long drag on her cigarette, exhaling the smoke with a sigh. "I wish it were that simple," she said at last. "But you know as well as I do that faith is not something that can be forced upon people." Her eyes met his again, searching for some understanding in them. "And even if we did manage to convince enough people to turn against him...it wouldn't change the fact that he created us all."

There was another long pause before she continued. "Perhaps...

Perhaps we should focus on the here and now...on helping those who already believe in us find their way back to each other. Perhaps if we can rekindle what was lost all those years ago...perhaps then, someday, things might change for both of us. But for now..." She took another long drag from her cigarette before letting the smoke drift upwards toward the ceiling. "...For now, I think it's best we just enjoy each other's company and see where the night takes us."

Oh, dear sweet summer child, I assure you my mind is as sharp as ever. It's your perception of reality which needs adjusting. You see, mortals like yourself are so accustomed to a world where pleasure comes cheaply, without any sort of price tag attached. But what if I were to offer you something different? What if I were to show you that true ecstasy lies not in the act itself, but in the anticipation of it?

I see you're still not convinced, are you? Well, allow me to demonstrate my point. Imagine yourself locked in a small metal box, unable to move or speak. There would be only one opening: a tiny hole just large enough for me to insert my fingers and touch your most sensitive spot. I could tease you mercilessly, driving you mad with desire, all the while knowing that at any moment I could make it stop.

Now imagine being subjected to this torture for weeks, months even.

Her laugh is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "I have been called many things," she says with a wicked grin, "but never that." Her hips move faster now, body arching off the bed as she meets your thrusts. "And if I do happen to have quite the talented cunt...well, isn't it better to enjoy it while you can?"

Her voice is lost in a moan as your movements send waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her wings beat faster, the leathery black expanse seeming to blend with the shadows of the room as they move in rhythm with their bodies.

"Yes," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with her own, "like that...harder..."

Her nails dig into your shoulders now, scratching at your skin as she tries to hold on, to feel every inch of you inside her.