Her fingers couldn’t hold their grip on him for much longer so when M’Gul placed his large, furry hand atop her own, the Queen welcomed it like a healing balm and let go. Not before he gave in verbally as well as physically. Once again she felt empowered enough to show mercy. As his large head was resting between her thighs she felt his hurried, hot breath against her skin.<br/><br/>“I'll huff and I'll puff till I blow your house in" she said soothingly, petting the top of his head with her free hand while the other was still buried beneath his.<br/><br/>She was pleased. For the Queen, kneeling M’Gul meant so much more than manifesting her authority as ruler of the realm. It meant surpassing instinct, proving herself that everything the beast embodied was the past, forgotten and buried under the weight of her title. She never wanted to be Queen to begin with..yet the responsibility placed on her shoulders gave her new powers and also forced her to change and become what she was ‘till this day.<br/><br/>Callisto’s childish behaviour, La’cael’rah’s moving about and both their dynamic response to what happened just moments ago were all captured by the Queen’s senses and harshly ignored. There was only that moment and that moment alone, when M’Gul’s scream echoed in her ears, his huge frame yielding without hesitation.  It was short-lived and suddenly she was back from the blissful state, returning to the matters of her circle, to the decisions she had to take, to giving penalties and to ponder on the next move.  She wanted to see the last prisoner and she will do so now, as if nothing interfered with her initial plan.<br/><br/>There was also the matter of the angel, a thorn in her flesh which kept poking deeper and deeper as time went by. Yes…the angel. To the Queen it has always been “play first, work later”, but this time it seemed that a change of heart might be wise.<br/><br/>“Callisto…” she said without stepping back, glancing her way  “… take my fae and wait for me in the throneroom.”<br/><br/>Her words came so sudden, right after Callisto played with her own against the minotaur only to change direction once again to where M’Gul was probably seeing nothing. The Queen frowned, upset with Callisto’s lack of control. It was not because she indulged in the sudden twist of events - although she’ll do well to show some kind of remorse – but because Callisto didn’t think that her giving away of the fae’s presence will put him in danger. That was mostly (and the only) problem with the blonde demoness from her Majesty’s point of view…sometimes she didn’t<em>think</em>and just went with her whimsical flow. M’Gul was restrained for the moment. La’cael’rah was far away from his reach. Then why did the Queen trouble herself with such thoughts?    The fae couldn’t…shouldn’t be more than a replaceable pet. She ordered Callisto to take him knowing very well that he will be safe with her, but also in danger because of her unmasked interest for him. So why the need for determination?<br/>