<strong>To her bewilderment</strong><br/><br/>Erato literally took the floor, landing on her back with a loud thud. Before she could come to her senses, the large beast was on top of her,  holding both her arms into place against the floor. A situation she hardly remembered ever going through.<br/><br/>An unsuccessful attempt to hit him in the groins ended up with her pinned beneath M’Gul.  Perhaps a kick to the stomach was the obvious choice, considering her large hooves.  But then she had learned a thing or two from her Queen in the many centuries they went through together.<br/><br/>“Bra-vo!” she said and her body relaxed, looking as if she was melting beneath him. “You got me” she growled seemingly at peace with the fact that the Queen’s new guardian was faster and perhaps stronger than her.  Erato’s knees slowly came up towards her stomach in sync with her devious smile as it curled her mouth.  She felt M’Gul’s heavy breath upon her and his full weight almost crushing her bones, but she had more strength  and resistance than many of her sisters.<br/><br/>“Let’s see what the big boy’s got that I haven’t seen before….” She mocked and brought her knees around his large member, massaging it at first, then strongly squeezing it just enough to draw his attention away from her features.  Using the momentum, she bit his right arm, sinking her teeth into his flesh, trying hard not to choke on his fur. The bite was strong enough to make him release her arm and in that moment she grabbed his large horn and smashed his head against the Throne with all her strength.<br/><br/>Part of her body was still beneath his, but this time she had the chance to escape his grip by placing one of her own upon him. Her whip was still in her other hand and so she used it to wrap it around the Bull’s neck while her legs kept his body trapped from the side.<br/><br/>“I’ll give you the gift of death, animal. After all, it’s better than your wretched existence.”<br/><br/><br/><strong>To her amazement</strong><br/><br/>Suzafan found out that even Celestials were prone to temptation, pretty much like humans were. Tahariel’s bulge was more than prove of that and not to her disappointment, it reacted under her brief touch. The large hound was growling and barking still, drawing the attention of other demons and their servants who came to see what the commotion was all about. It was a hard task to take a demon by surprise, but Tahariel succeeded just by being there. Red and black eyes widened in surprise as they realized why the creature pinned by one of their kind had such beautiful, white wings.<br/><br/>Supposedly Suzafan made a grave mistake when she dragged the Celestial all the way to the entrance of the Third Layer. Not only will the news start to spread again, but this time they’ll be more than just rumors.  In reality, Suzafan knew exactly how to turn this situation into the Queen’s advantage. Sooner or later, the nine rulers of Hell, including Lucifer himself were bound to learn the truth so why not show the public what it wished to see?  Even bending that truth a little bit… It was one thing to have an Angel as a prisoner, shackled and tortured, forced to suffer the weight of all hellish punishments like any other sinner. That certainly will bring nothing but disdain and suffering to Lilith and all her followers. But having a<strong>willing</strong>and<strong>corrupted</strong>Celestial in their power, the biggest trophy on the Queen’s shelf..well, that was a different approach.<br/><br/>She laughed and lewdly stroked Tahariel’s groin, stealing a suppressed groan of pleasure from him in front of the others. The public manifested various reactions: from obscene cheerings and loud manifestations of approval, to violent growls of anger and requests that the angel should be killed first and his corpse saved as a plaything for later. It was only the Third Cirlce, that of Gluttony and already Tahariel had seen that the succubi were actually kind and mannered compared to what dwelt in the other layers of hell.<br/><br/>“And just imagine what my circle would be like….” Suzafan threatened with a smile on her deceptively sweet face. “…now be a dear and don’t pretend like you don’t want this…” she said mounting him and licking his lips before her tongue parted them to french kiss her prisoner.<br/><br/>No one interfered and a strange silence took over the group of demons. This was a real feast for their eyes,  seeing a succubus having her way with one of “those”, as they often called the Celestials.  Ever since Lilith was appointed Queen of the Second Layer none of them ever got a chance to indulge their vile taste for voyeurism anymore.  The succubi were never particulary keen on keeping to themselves when it came to this matters and their so-called duties and there was even a time when demons from the other circles were invited to take part in their orgies, regardless of title or power. After Lilith took the Throne and enforced her own set of rules, the Second Layer gradually turned into an “exclusive club” where entrance was no longer allowed except on certain occasions. This actually increased the “value” and power of her layer in many ways. By harvesting a specific type of dark energy, the female demons became better and stronger with each feeding.  On the other hand, it kept the other demons away from their business and so the Queen was able to do pretty much what she wanted, when she wanted, regardless of authority.<br/><br/>While for Suzafan this was a simple display of what the succubi were usually all about, for Tahariel no doubt this situation was more than embarrassing.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Lilith and her Fae</strong><br/><br/>So it began. The intricate machinations which threatened to change the course of demonic history took their turn on the stage . The ruler and the ruled, the wrongdoers and the wronged,<em>quod superius sicut quot inferius </em>– as above, so below.<br/><br/>For Lilith who had lived so long, history was always bound to repeat itself.  For now, history can wait.<br/><br/>She had seen her General enter the passage with the Konish ruler and still held her gaze on the very same spot long after the rift was closed again. A meeting with the “magnificent bastard” she sought herself from the land of Khone wasn’t supposed to take place so soon and especially not under such conditions. Sakkara proved slicker than Caliko herself this time, bringing him to the Queen when she was in a less than “royal” situation, although the position itself wasn’t far from the concept of power.<br/><br/>What kind of power, that remained to be determined.  With her deep gaze Lilith beckoned La’cael’rah to return to the bed which he so neatly placed in order moments before. She was accustomed by now with his unique reaction to fear, that strange habit to reach for the ceiling or cower in a corner. Throughout the ages she had seen many displays of cowardice or despair, especially from the human kind.  All were pathetic and stirred nothing more than disgust. La’cael’rah showed neither cowardice, nor despair and this was perhaps the only honest manifestion of instinctual fear she had witnessed so far.  Strange how a creature from the most insidious of realms could be so candid.<br/><br/>“On your stomach” she said and the fae complied, probably asking himself when will this confusing ordeal come to an end. Shouldn’t it be over already, hasn’t she drained him just minutes before? Certainly fear proved useful as an aphrodisiac many times before, yet it seemed the fae was not one of those kind of males. She had to be inventive about it, especially when patience was never part of her character. So Lilith, not wishing to use her blood again to arouse her pet for the third time that day, decided to use his instead.  And something else on the side. Long, slender fingers came to stroke La’cael’rah’s rear gently and enticing before she slapped him hard on both sides, causing his blood to flow rapidly to that region. Hopefully without causing a bruise.<br/><br/>“On your back” she went on with the orders and placed herself on top of him once more, rather let down by the results. “Not hard enough, my love…” she whispered and for a brief moment the fae heard the gentle tone of voice belonging to her other form before Lilith’s eyes grew darker. She leaned against him and brought her round, firm breasts to his lips once more . “Drink “ it’s all she said before the sweetest of aphrodisiacs filled his mouth.<br/><br/>