His shape was pliant to her inside just as she wanted him obedient and eager to please her every whim. She picked up the speed, moving with a relentless rhythm, back and forth. The chain around her waist released short sounds like bells ringing as she moved, embracing his chirping in a melodic line.<br/><br/>Placing one hand on the bed and the other on his chest, she arched her back, slightly pulling herself upward until only his tip was inside of her. La’cael’rah could feel her honey gliding down his member, dripping on his stomach. The Queen came close to him, biting his lower lip, gently brushing her tongue against it only to bite again. She licked the few drops of blood now lingering on his lip before backing away to look into his eyes. Her own are alight with pride and self-contentment, suited to her narcissistic core. She was standing on her knees, part of her body weight sustained by her arms in what looked to be an uncomfortable position to linger in.  For a demoness, the body itself had few weaknesses and muscle tension wasn’t one of them.<br/>“I am not merciless, La’cael’rah…” she said finally,  wrapping his name in a velvety tone. “I can let go of you now..” she continued as her hips started to move in a circular fashion, her entrance teasing his tip with the possibility of gliding down once more, taking it fully inside of her. “…if you ask it of me..”<br/><br/>The Queen’s words seemed anything but filled with lies, having only to show that keeping him against his will was hardly his biggest problem. At this point the fae might find the idea of being “released” in the next moment quite cruel from her part.<br/>