Azrael (2)

Azrael's pupils dilated slightly at her demand, then his blood crimson irises turned hazy and shone in a magically alluring glint—gentle breeze carrying the scent of death flicked his soft golden blonde hair that shone beneath the sun like another imitation of itself.

Facing up at the woman half a head taller than him, Azrael smiled softly and "It seems like my little barbarian can't hold herself back anymore" He teased back.

Grinning widely at his teases, "Of course, I was the first in line, I will be the first to taste you too~" She claimed boldly, licking her lips seductively.

"In line?" Azrael tilted his head, puzzled.

"Mhm! Anyway, my kiss!" Tory nodded at his puzzlement and demanded.

"Here? On the battlefield?" Azrael asked, his brows risen in a mischievous tease.

"Mhm!" Tory responded in far greater vigour than initially.