As he spoke, Callisto offered him the occasional naughty grin, both admiring him for the straightforwardness of his brutality, and on occasion tilting her head as though to claim that somehow, public opinion could frown upon what he did. Well... public opinion be damned. It was something incredibly shameful that Helicent had been brought to suffer and the intensity with which M'Gul had gone into explaining it caused him to be worthy of some manner of reward in Callisto's eyes. Not enough to bring him to stop talking, but enough to make him feel the need for more.<br/><br/>She made one brief advance, taking the abnormally large member slightly further into her mouth, it was just enough to avoid discomfort and yet... she began to withdraw. It was slow... keenly deliberate, her lips firmly pressing against his member with a suction-based squeeze as her lips returned to his foreskin and returned to the super-smooth mound of the smoothest element of his shaft. Once there... her teeth themselves teasingly applied more pressure, intent on grazing a series of trails that might spark some kind of clawing sensation. In fact... to do this so teasingly, Callisto let her lips peel back in order to now dull the sensation left by her skimming teeth over the creature.<br/><br/>It was an amazingly intimate moment considering the appearance of the beast and the force she applied with her teeth was that much more intricate. With other prisoners... with any man... such force couldn't be applied. It would be a very uncomfortable pinch in and of itself... let alone to consider moving her teeth along a shaft so sensitive by comparison. No-... M'Gul was a massive creature, everything about him practically doubled in thickness and size. That included the pressure he could take. She listened, keenly intent on hearing a hitch in his breath... a gasp... or as she'd come to expect from him, a low toned growl that begged her to continue only as much as he'd commend her for continuing.<br/><br/>Yes... the beast had pride... such fantastic pride. It might have bothered Callisto at one point... but to be honest, with such pride came superiority, and when she saw superiority in another, she was driven to break them even more. M'Gul was interesting. She could (and certainly<em>would</em>) relish the opportunity strike at his pride, but she also could think of so many ways she could use him.<br/><br/>Her teeth slid off the tip of  his member finally... the slow and deliberate pinching strokes as they trailed downward brought to an end. As such, her lips clung back to the near-end of his shaft with no purpose to keep them off him. She let a low moan exit. It wouldn't be fair to say 'escape' as this was as intricately planned as everything else she had done to date. Her lips coiled tightly around his smooth, moistened mushroom tip and reverberated with a prolonged vibration lasting for the duration of her moan.<br/><br/>The idea of M'Gul no longer being restrained began to appeal to her... even if for just a short time. As Helicent was free to be granted to this beast without the added frustration of being bound in place, the hopelessness of her inability to outrun him was no doubt greater because of the fact that she was allowed to try if she so felt it possible. Callisto could feel the vivid vibrations... the lively pulsating of his member in response to her increasing strokes. The idea of forcing him to take her rather than just speak to her seemed to be ultimately thrilling.<br/><br/>Silencing the moan, she offered a single slurping kiss. For such a location such as this, the irony of the heavenly act couldn't be lost... even on a creature such as M'Gul. The suction of the kiss was composed of a healthy suckle and the moist slurp sounded as the heat of her mouth looking to tease the creature to be so near his own release now abandoned him.<br/><br/><em>She abandoned him!</em><br/><br/>She removed her lips, the air still stale caressing his skin with a poor replacement, but that was not to be all... she curled her lips giving a brief chilling breeze of a breath once more, to bring an absolute tingling sensation... to his member almost violently pulsating in her grasp. Her fingertips slid along... her nails replicating the tender work of her teeth by grazing small trails from the base of his member to it's tip before she let her knees straighten... her lips curved into a wicked grin.<br/><br/><br/>"How badly do you want me-...? she decided against wording it as a question waiting for an answer. She was now fully intent on making him say it. The fact that she removed her face from the vicinity of his member designed to be fairly discouraging to him, but the fact that she'd asked designed to tease him with a chance that she might return with the promise of more.<br/><br/>(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii25/Callistotc/Callisto/callisto_dArc_PDVD_2768500.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>As she took a single step back... the chains still alive resembling torches based on her clinging fires began to clang and wave lightly as though some breeze moved through the area. They sounded like wind-chimes... giving off random scratching and grinding squeaking sounds as they began to move about. It was as though the item under fire of Callisto's power could be manipulated to move to a certain degree.<br/><br/>Without absolutely any warning she glanced down at the bulky chains accumulated around his knees completely engulfing his lower legs like a shell. As a witch being burned at the stake... flames grew... smoke billowed... atmosphere of his emanating sexual scent was given way to a raspy thickening cloud of smoke filling the air.<br/><br/>She took another step back... her grin, ever evil was just as playful... then...  reaching two hands forward... satisfied with her distance... the chains cluttered at his legs began to whirl and loosen themselves. Like snakes... capable of their own thought... the flaming chains flung to the side, entanglements becoming undone, the creature's legs freed at the expense of the momentary heat and discomfort of the minor exposure to her fire. She had no doubt that he could handle the pain... it would clearly take a great deal more to seriously hurt or injure him. At the level of fire brought to life feeding on those chains, she expected he'd have needed to be subjected to the strain of the burning steel for several minutes in order to feel a growing pain of heat and several minutes more before being brought to a point of being horribly pained by it.<br/><br/><em>That... for now... was not her intention.</em><br/><br/>She glanced at the chains entangled across his chest and arms... not wanting to be anywhere near them when they would inevitably be loosened. M'Gul had stated that he wanted to<em>play</em>and for Callisto... mind games were the most fun to play.<br/>