*he wakes seeing the sun has risen, birds chirping and the street below hums with life. he looks around to see he is alone, his queen nowhere in sight. getting up and putting some pants on he steps to the balcony to have a smoke. as he takes a drag, his mind races, was she real...did he dream all that happened. he is awash with emptiness as he wants....needs his demon queen, a single tear rolls down his muzzle and hangs ever so delicately off of his whisker. without a sound, he is suddenly wrapped in a pair of arms around his waist and a very buxom chest squished into your back. a loving "mmm" fills his ears with the familiar voice of the demon he had met. his acute nose tells him who it is, as he turns to see a human woman, not the demon. but he knows her scent and voice.* My queen...* he pulls her close, whispering to her.* I was worried I wouldn't see you again. *he holds he tight, breathing in the smell of her hair, as it is carried on the light breeze.*

Me and  Jolene in a tender embrace. While your at it, go check out her gallery.....do it.....DO IT NOWWWAAA!