<strong>The Queen and M'Gul</strong><br/><br/>It might have seemed strange for even the Queen herself to enjoy this creature bred in ingorance and violence, if not for the changes made to her true nature – one which God himself created and the Demon Lord perverted. Through intercourse one does not only share its body with another, but also the inner, subtle experiences of one’s soul, the karmic tendencies both past and present.<br/><br/>For someone ruling over one of the layers of hell, karma had long lost it’s purpose. The Queen was damned as any other soul basking in immorality could be and dragging M’Gul in her life could only damn him more – if such an act was possible. What she sought to gain in her long existence was the downfall of many, yet this motivation faded upon meeting one which was already damned to hell. Why surrender in ecstasy to this once brutal creature then? The answer laid beyond her thirst for power and beyond the intense calling of M’Gul’s wild nature, so similar to her own.<br/><br/>If the Minotaur had not shown signs of succumbing  to her affection to the point of craving for it, their union would have been a simple display of carnal desires and nothing more. Such a situation had its merits, of course, for even hell itself had not witnessed a union more unlikely to take place than this one. Hell’s Mistress might fool herself how much she pleased, but she wasn’t yet capable of  love, nor real affection – two abilities she cast aside when she decided to follow the demon lord. In spite of or perhaps precisely because of that, she craved for that power once more. With M’Gul she had every (and perhaps the only) chance to reach a feeling similar to maternal love: in every aspect the minotaur was the result of a rare mix between humanity, nature and demonhood. The first she despised. The second, she used to reign over. The thirds was now her playground and second nature, perhaps the only thing keeping her imprisoned. It’s strange how the first demons – once powerful and devoted angels – rebelled in the name of freedom only to end up chained by their own vices instead. M’Gul’s  grip on her turned fiercer as he thrusted deeper, yet to her satisfaction the back and forth motion did not bring him release.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Erato with La’cael’rah</strong><br/><br/>The purple skinned succubus might have deemed La’cael’rah worthy of her further attentions if not for her recent and most extravagant fear - that the Queen in her vain search for novelty had succumbed to the lowest of myths, the most depraved and unncouth beings as Satyrs were known to be. The loud roar of release had made Erato’s unbeating heart to clench inside her chest and forced the demoness to run through the corridor like someone who lost all reason. Afraid that the fae might find another place to hide, she dragged him along.<br/>Soon enough the tall succubus entered the royal baths only to get lost in the mist for a moment. It might have been better if the steaming waters were to blind her then and there, for the view that revealed itself to her was like a heated knife piercing her eyes.<br/><br/>“NO!” Erato roared and every ounce of her energy was placed in that single word, as she jumped above the pool, spreading her wings only to land besides her queen and the gruesome beast mounting her. With fierce anger setting her eyes ablaze, the strongest of succubi grabbed M’Gul’s by its horns and threw his large frame to the closest wall. The Minotaur hit the stone like a huge canonball, cracking the surface. Before he had the chance to stand up or at least regain a posture of any sort, Erato grabbed him whole from the back (just to avoid his large manhood altogether) and threw him into the water.<br/><br/>The Queen smiled without wickedness at the shedevil’s display of sheer anger, proving once more that nothing set her heart into motion better than hellish entertainment. Her eyes found La’cael’rah’s figure.<br/><br/>“Come here” she said parting her lips with grace, calling him.<br/><br/>Erato fought her urge to jump into the water after M’Gul and make sure he drowns, seeing fit to raise her Queen off the mossy ground instead.<br/><br/>“My Queen, are you unharmed?” she asked raising her mistress gently.<br/><br/>“Erato.” The pale figure replied simply, yet her eyes were glistening like a child’s after finding its long awaited present under the Christmas tree. The effects of her prior state of ecstasy  imbued with the later surprise were lingering on her features. She was only waiting for M’Gul’s retaliation.<br/>