A/N: Hey all! woooow... 2017 just went by just like that, no? :D I hope you all are well.. :) thank you once more for being patient with me, and love you all for the reviews, follows and fav!

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slight lime ahead ahoy! hehhh. (i will get to full lemon soon. maybe. ehhehehehehehe)

The tiny thing was lethal! Rogue was still struggling to stand up straight after her kick, even when a new demoness had joined them. A new.. oh, was that intoxicating smell coming from her? Rogue clenched his jaw and inhaled deeply. Greedily.

He had never smelled anything like that before, not even in the deepest parts of the Gardens of the High Heavens. And Rogue had certainly gone deep with the help of his own powers. He looked up, and the demoness looked even more exquisite.

Long, black hair with braids adorning her heart shape face. Her ebony horns jutted out in a crescent shape on her head. Slanted eyes showing her amusement and her ruby red lips were pouting. As Rogue's eyes traveled down her body, his blush deepened. Black cloth wound around her neck to drape down her generous chest, to wrap itself around her hips and left to drape down her beautiful thighs.

An extremely foreign and delicious feeling tingled in his lower parts. He was.. aroused?

Minerva could smell the dark angel's desire, musky and dark. Oh it was stirring her own desire as well..

She had tuned out her sister's hissing and snarling to focus on him. He wore long, black and ragged robes unlike his comrades, them preferring those flashy armor. But she knew a lean and toned body hid underneath those rags. She had managed to lightly touch him when she helped him earlier on..

Levy jumped to attack with her claws and fangs but Minerva merely swiped her hand to hold Levy in mid-air. Without looking away from the angel, she spoke, "I have absolutely no interest in your mate, sister. That metal lug stinks and has no manners whatsoever. I am doing you a favour. Be grateful." Levy snarled in answer before Minerva made her disappear from the room.

Only the sound of the angel's heavy breathing could be heard. Minerva licked her lips and covered the distance in seconds to stand directly infront of him. She caged him in with her hands and her own interest peaked when his eyes dilated in response. Minerva leaned in, resting her chest lightly on his and purred, "Afraid?"

Rogue could feel his body warming up in response, his desire evident from the bulge below but shame warred inside. How could he be attracted to a demon? But when she leaned in, making him gulp in her delicious scent and felt her chest scraping against his, he let desire wash him over, ridding the shame and the pain of that little one's kick.

"N-No." Why was he stammering?! He wasn't afraid of the enemy!

"Hmmm..." She purred, licked his neck and bit down lightly.

"Ah!" As Rogue jerked, the demon leaned in fully and stroked his manhood with her thigh. Shit, that felt good..

He could feel her heated breathing on his neck, her scent thickened in the air. She grabbed one of his hands and directed it to her lower region. What was he supposed-

His thoughts stopped mid-way, his mouth went dry as he tentatively stroked her wet folds. The demon whined, licked him harder and rubbed against him more forcefully. She grew even wetter as he grew bolder and stroked her with more pressure.

The sounds of her fluids and his stroking, mixed with their breathing and moans filled the room. A haze filled Rogue's mind.

But when she bit and drew blood from his neck, the haze cleared and panic raced through him.

"No!" He pushed her off and cupped his wound. "W-what, what did you do?!"

The demoness fell to the floor, her eyes wide. "Y-you.. you didn't like it?"

Rogue frowned. Her attitude had changed from a confident, sexy demoness to an anxious and hesitant being. "You attacked me!"

"It wasn't an attack, you buffoon!" Irritation spiked, covering her anxiety and nervousness. Minerva had never bitten an angel before. But she had observed her sisters and their hostages and they had never reacted like how the shadow angel was reacting.

Did... did she do it wrong? Did she read it wrongly? Her eyes tracked his blood running down, her tongue licking some of it from her lips. His eyes honed in on her tongue.

His feelings hit her as her body took in the holy blood. Hot, spicy, smoky. The liquid burned her. And she loved it.

He was, confused. And afraid. But desire was still present. Maybe, maybe she wasn't wrong.

"Let me heal that for you. In exchange, I'll let you drink a bit of mine."

"And how would that benefit me?!"

"You will see."

As she rearranged her legs so she could stand up more gracefully, she heard his sharp intake of breath as her wet folds were visible to him. Yes, she definitely didn't read it wrong. Minerva walked to him cautiously instead to show she didn't mean any harm. Gently, she pushed aside his hand and leaned towards the wound. Minerva licked it slowly, savoring his skin and the slight shiver he couldn't control. His wound healed instantly but Minerva lingered for awhile. Just for awhile, to bask in his warmth, in his smell. In a web of security he didn't offer but she imagined he did anyway.

She then moved away from his neck, and scraped at the tip of her finger with her fang. The angel's wide eyes looked at the drop of black blood then at her then back at the blood. "T-tell me again why this would benefit me."

He was trying to be brave..

So. Cute. "You will feel."

"Wha-" She shoved the finger into his mouth.

She was lost to them for ages but Sting still remember her scent as if she had never been lost before. Her smile, her light. Her love.

There! He flew after the scent and barged into the room, uncaring if it alerted the other demons in the vicinity.

It was pitch black. Whispers could be heard. Sting put out his hand for a small orb of light to appear and he threw it up to the ceiling, letting it illuminate the room. The moment it did, his eyes were drawn to a small figure, sprawled out at the corner. Tendrils of black smoke were still surrounding it, caressing it.

It was faint, but Sting would never forget Yukino Agria's light. His mate.

"YUKINO!" He cried, sprinting towards her. All those years, those centuries..

"My love." Sting sobbed as he cradled her frail body. Her once glowing skin was pale, dry and bruised. Dried blood caked along scars that looked old and fresh. Sting quickly destroyed her metal shackles which were bound to her wrists. He gently rubbed them and kissed her eyes, her nose and her parched lips.

"I'm bringing you home, love." I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so very sorry.