Despite having just declared his need, Pestilence did not enter her. A bit puzzled, Uriel watched as he got rid of the rest of his clothes -- oh, so gorgeous -- but then he picked her up and started to carry her away from the couch. He held her effortlessly, like she hadn't weighed anything.

She soon found herself carried into a small bedroom and laid on a bed, then relieved of what little remained of her clothing. She felt a bit uneasy at being bare under such a hungry gaze, but reminded herself that he had seen her naked before, even if her form had been of a different gender. And besides, if there was one being in the universe she wanted to give herself completely to, it was him. Even if he didn't truly care for her, she loved him, and she wanted to have this one time with him no matter what.

Her breath caught in her chest as he slowly and carefully spread her thighs again, then escaped in little gasps as he left a trail of kisses on her legs. A strange knot was building itself in her stomach as his mouth moved higher on her body. Then he was there, his tongue on her almost driving her mad, teasing, and she cried out.

"Oh, Albin," she then moaned in pleasure, catching herself at the last moment before she called him by his true name. Now, that would be something she couldn't explain away.