<strong>Erato, tagged Callisto</strong><br/><br/>It was a blessing, this day surely had to be one or otherwise, why would her mistress go to such length as to<em>touch</em>her? Erato was almost thrilled, if such a feeling could be placed upon the stern Ambassador of hell. She was not used to pleasantries, nor to such a strange affection coming from the Queen, as her mistress seemed to playfully admonish her rather than directly expressing discontent;<br/><br/>The demoness was kneeled in front of Callisto, as it was suited to her rank and custom, thinking that the Queen herself was honoring her with a close presence. Erato closed her eyes taking in the Queen’s famous scent…which wasn’t there. Her electric blue eyes burst into flames, a trick which she picked up from her mistress..and instinctively integrated as her own. Yet she did not sketch a sudden move, rather slowly trying to raise herself from the ground.<br/><br/>Was it really the Queen before her?…this had to be Callisto herself. Still, Erato took no rush into drawing conclusions. What if she was wrong? What if the Queen was truly standing there, acting not like her usual self? Shapeshifting came with various effects, one might very well be losing one’s own scent.<br/>But then, such a chance to trick the trickster would never come again… Erato’s first thought was to punish the human-looking succubus through sheer physical strength alone, to tower over her and crush her bones in the sweetest of embraces. But that will not do. Callisto was made of fire and she was as wild and unpredictable as her core. If this was indeed Callisto before her.<br/><br/>“Your orders, my Queen?” she asked raising herself slowly in that same manner.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Suzafan, tagged Tristan and Caliko<br/></strong><br/>Last time we saw her, Suzafan was warning Erato about Belphegor’s presence in her own mad, erratic way before following the purple skinned succubus down the hallway. Midway she had changed her mind about the direction and since she was already in a visiting mood, why not stop by to see how Caliko was going to react upon hearing the same news. Suzafan placed her actions under the pretext of having a little fun when in reality, she deemed to be her duty to warn the others about Belphegor’s presence. Everyone who had a prisoner or two under control should know that it was best to hide these little “details” and usually  “lay low” until Hell’s Interrogator crawls back to her master.<br/><br/>Suzafan had seen the demon lord just once, when he came to her layer without a specific reason..or so they thought. The circle of violence was never the same after that, part of the reasons for why she decided to abandon it.<br/><br/>No sooner had she arrived before the entrance to Caliko’s chamber, that she heard the familiar sounds of the second circle coming from behind the closed door. Violently pushing it to the well, Suzafan made her entrance, fully aware that she caught them in yet another familiar moment.<br/><br/>“Don’t stop now” she said circling the bed with a wolfish grin, wagging her pointed tail from left to right, seemingly pleased to interrupt their fun. “I come bearing newssss..” she said looking only at Caliko, loving once again to imitate her voice. Suzafan stopped at Tristan’s head and pulled her hands together on top of his, holding his hands pinned against the bed, giving him the sight of her chest just above the level of his eyes.<br/>“It seems Belphegor decided to check things out around here..” she said looking straight at Caliko, who was in a rather delicious position herself. “Keep silent.”  Suzafan cared to address the prisoner, feeling his body squirmming under Caliko’s experienced gestures.  “I think your<em>other</em>talents might be required this time.”  She continued licking her lips in anticipation.<br/><br/>“It will be my pleasure to take some matters from your hands…”<br/><br/><br/><strong>The Queen with M’Gul</strong><br/><br/>As soon as M’Gul settled on the moss covered ground, she came close to make yet again use of his fur, still damp from the steamy waters of her pool. Without a word she reached for his body, pushing M’Gul on his back. Even sitting, his frame looked impressive, especially compared to hers. The Queen laid against him, pinning the beast underneath her weight although it seemed more like he was keeping her on his chest than anything else. She quickly brought her legs forth and sat on his stomach, not really being able to embrace his frame from the sides with her thighs.<br/><br/>She was looking at him from above, her eyes glistening with unmasked interest for M’Gul’s compliance. Had he given up completely from just one bold gesture of authority? It was hard to tell, but his obedience proved to be genuine. She knew it had to be simply because tenderness was often stronger than violence and its effects were amazing compared to strength alone. This creature ached for her touch and attention, he craved for his mistress in ways only a beast like himself could fathom.<br/><br/>At this point, restraining M’Gul seemed useless. She would have loved to see him chained like the mythical creature he was supposed to be, like the threat he posed in any other situation. Perhaps another time…<br/>Her left hand reached for his shaft, while the other rested against his chest. M’Gul’s precum was dense and sticky, similar to the human sperm in feeling, but different in color and smell. She was quite ready for him. Was he prepared to please her?<br/><br/>