<strong>The Queen, enticed by M’Gul</strong><br/><br/>In those moments, her mind was adrift, hazy with desire and amazement at her own reactions.The promise of sheer power had always been alluring indeed, yet what M’Gul offered her was more than an impressive physique and limitless energy.  He was one of the many forms nature itself had taken over the centuries in its evolution, the embodiment of unrestrained wilderness trying to overpower what mankind has brought with its ignorance on Earth. He was…as she was once. Molded from the same clay, succumbed to the same desires.  And here he stood beneath her, seeking comfort in her womanly bosom, like a motherless child grown up with an intense need for motherly affection.  She basked in the feeling, for she will never know the blessings of carrying a child, of holding her offspring in her arms. As he carried her so gently on the mossy patch of green, she let her eyes to close and imagine behind their pale eyelids what was to come.<br/><br/>The Queen felt him kneel in front of her and as she opened her eyes to gaze into the black abyss of his own, M’Gul touched the pale soft skin of her body, moving her legs to rest against his frame and her round, firm rear to stand close to him. She felt the thickness of his manhood and its weight pressing down her belly, imprinting her body with his own fluids, leaving a thick trail on her unblemished skin.  Her own slender arms would move gracefully to feel the velvet moss beneath them, going upwards along her body until her hands would rest above her head, one wrist atop the other. It allowed her to gently push herself upwards on her forearms, slowly  arching her back.<br/><br/>M’Gul’s hand took the signal eagerly, touching her to test if she was ready. A remarkable gesture coming from someone such as him, what will he do if she would have found her unwilling, she wondered.Would he place on hold his own burning desire to mount her and try his best to please her further on?  And yet it was not the case, for her honey was glistening on his rough fingers and her muscles were ready to take M’Gul’s shape the moment he’d enter her body.<br/><br/>A soft moan beckoned him to carry on, The Queen would not ask of him even if it was in her power to do so and yet she was the one calling him this time.  She felt the need to wrap around herself this suprising feeling of neediness, as if being afraid that it might never come back. In all her years – and they were many, so many she forgot their number – the Queen had been through every kind of pleasure there was to be experienced with both men and incubi, knowing countless matings and hedonistic games. With time, her physical needs diminished as her psychological ones increased. The need to seduce, to drive men wild into sin, to place herself above everything they desired had taken over slowly everything she knew. With M’Gul she did not need to prove anything. Not her power, not her skills. And so it baffled her to know that she desired him in the most simple of ways.  A primal need she thought it was long ago buried by her ego.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Erato, taking over La’cael’rah</strong><br/><br/>The moment she was out of the room, Erato made sure to leave the central hall first before turning around to face the Queen’s pet. Her dark claws grabbed La’cael’rah by the neck, clenching around it like a painful collar. She raised him from the ground,  slamming his beautiful frame into the wall with the same violence he so eagerly expressed to fear so many times before.<br/><br/>“Listen here, birdie..” she said ruthlessly, dropping the tone of her voice until it reached a husky, low sound. “I know why the Mistress has started this shameful game of bringing you pitiful males into her layer, but it will not ease her current situation. It will only make it worse.” She tensed her hold on him as if the poor fae was directly responsible for whatever it was that threatened the Queen’s well being.<br/><br/>“Hell be  praised if I know why she chose you in the first place.” Erato continued burning her electric gaze into his periwinkle eyes and then she looked down his body without shame. “ I’ve seen better.” She growled,  “But the fact remains that you’re hers now and you please the Queen enough for her to let you free. That means something, La’cael’rah…” she whispered his name right into his ear, blowing the air out of her lips in a seductive way.<br/><br/>“..and pleasing her is exactly what I don’t want you to do. In fact, you make sure she’ll never stand the sight of you again. I want you to whine and whimper without limit, exaggerate on very spot and speck of dirt you see…I want you to drive her so wild, that she throws you out of her chambers.”<br/>Erato felt that the grip on his neck was growin tighter and she feared for a moment that it might end up killing him. That would be very bad for her. Releasing the tension a bit, she carried on with stronger inflexions of the voice to compensate for her sudden “mercy”.<br/><br/>“And I don’t need to tell you that each time she touches you,<em>this</em>” .. she grabbed his pride with her other hand “must stay down” saying the last words she pulled it downwards without mercy as if to demonstrate what will happen if he doesn’t comply. Erato let him fall to the ground and he felt fresh air getting into his lungs again.<br/>She did not give him time to reply. It will be as she said or it will literally be the end of him. Erato rarely made threats, but when she promised something, the proud succubus held on to her end of the bargain no matter the cost.<br/><br/>“Now get up and show me where you last saw my Queen.”<br/><br/><br/><strong>Suzafan, teasing Zaeroses</strong><br/><br/>Oh how she hated that serene voice of his. Why wouldn’t he show any kind of anger…a speck of it…<em>curse us, foul us for what we have done to you</em>she would scream in her mind, all the while keeping that teasing smile on her lips, forcing herself not to beat him with her fists.  Her eyes rested on his features for a while, his face stirred something within her that any demon shouldn’t feel for such a creature. It was demeaning. As he told everything she wanted to know and more, Suzafan searched the expression on Belphegor’s features. As if a lightbulb had appeared above her head, the demoness from the ninth layer showed genuine interest and..was it a plan? An idea of some sorts?<br/><br/><em>"If you are hoping to catch more of my kin, you might be feeling unreasonably optimistic. Once I fail to return to Heaven and report to another there, they will come looking for me.”</em>Zaeroses continued causing her to be attentive to him once more.  Of course they will come in numbers, she assesed, that much was obvious. So who in their right mind would bring him here and why hasn’t anyone showed up to claim him yet? Was the succubus that took him high, drunk or desperate to die?<br/><br/>Suprising wasn’t the fact that he was guarding humans -he was taken from Earth after all – nor that his kin will come looking for him all the way down here eventually, but why would they<em>discuss</em>the appropriate action? Wasn’t revenge the obvious act? What makes them be so merciful and so easy to abuse?  From her knowledge, no angel was weak. Now that she thought about it, Zaeroses wasn’t weak either. He was stronger than anything she encountered before…not in the physical sense, he seemed to bruise easily, but in the moral sense. Uncorrupted. It made her blood boil. There has to be a way to break him.<br/><br/>Belphegor suddenly left, without saying a word, as if something much more important needed her presence. Perhaps the demon lord had summoned her. The spell binding Zaeroses was lifted and now he was free to do as she pleased, more or less. He should not feel relieved though, this only meant he had freedom of movement, not of any other kind.<br/><br/>“What is it that you angel folks desire? To serve God? If it’s servitude that pleases you why not serve our lord? “ Her eyes glistened with the perspective of tempting an angel. What a delicious challenge it will be.<br/><br/><br/>