Cassandra "Stands Her Ground," So To Speak

The Succubus glares hotly at the Angel before slumping her shoulders dejectedly "Fiiiiine...", groaning in annoyance as she releases her 'meal' from her grasp against her. Alfred gasps for air as he pulls back, hands slapping the stone floor, holding himself steady as his head swims. He tries to push himself back, but Cassandra continues to gently slide back and forth on his cock, her earlier intensity gone but her 'hunger' still apparent

Persephone rolls her eyes at the short-haired woman, watching the Demoness' curves bouncing as she continues to ride the Human beneath her. Alfred can't help but notice the Angel's gaze shifting a bit lower to Cassandra's full, heavy tits. And honestly, in Cassandra's own words, he couldn't blame her - Even if those tits had just smothered him. The redhead looks down at the young man with sorrow and regret, laying down on the cold stone floor beside him, "I'm so sorry for Cassandra - If she ever harms you in any way, please let me know, mister..." She stops, tilting her head, long wavy hair brushing his shoulder, "And I suppose I should apologies again - I have not even asked your name. Allow me to introduce myself," The winged woman raises a hand above her heart, pressing against her doughy breast as it threatens to spill out of her white dress "I am Persephone, of the 11th Divine Circle, and you are...?"

"Alfred," he answers, doing his best not to stare at the tit-flesh billowing out of the Angel's tight, low-cut dress.

"Well Alfred, I suppose you have some questions"