It was all she needed to hear. Ignoring his answer altogether, the Queen snapped her fingers and the two guardians from earlier entered the chamber.<br/>“Take him to the bed. His hands spread on the sides!” she ordered while standing up, leaving La’cael’rah to their handling. The male fae found himself taken by the arms and legs with a strong grip and placed not so gently on the large canopy bed, while the busty guardians tied his hands with ropes on the sides of the bed. The Queen watched him pleased, not looking away from his erected member. He was well endowed indeed, she had chosen nicely. Albeit the ferm shape of his muscles, La’cael’rah was not match for them. She herself could have lifted him if that was enough to entertain her.<br/><br/>After their job was done the guardians left the room as fast as they entered. The male fae’s back was leaned against the bedpost. She came near the bed, caressing the velvet draping briefly with her white fingers. The Queen seemed to be lost in thought as she didn’t look at him anymore, rather somewhere beyond the chamber’s burgundy walls. A brief frown clouded her angelic features and for one mere second, the fae could have seen flames burning in her grey eyes. The Queen was connected to the Second Layer in more ways than one and at times she could see what was happening in her realm through the eyes of her imps. The Celestial had been teased by Suzafan and then by Sakkara, but none of them took him away from the main hall, just as she had ordained. He will not remain there for long, though.<br/><br/>By now the ambrosia was making its way through the fae’s bloodstream, increasing the flow, causing intense stimulation. Her own body was ready to take him and the glowing drops on her thighs was proof enough for it.  She mounted him, taking his shaft in her hand and placing it where it belonged. Without warning she had him. Fully. Deeply. Firmly. Once inside of her, she leaned forward, firm and full breasts against wide chest, lips against lips as she rocked back and forth in a semicircular movement. She was moving only her hips, while the rest of her body slightly brushed against his torso.<br/><br/>“The answer is always yes.” Her whisper melted into a deep moan, which sounded sweet and innocent. Coming from her lips it was everything but that. Slow and deep at first, rhythmic and wild long after, the Queen sought a new kind of pleasure as she moved in tantalizing, graceful, maddening ways against his body. Her inner muscles tightened against his hard member and released it for a moment only to place pressure again.<br/><br/>