<strong>The Queen<br/>Tagged La’cael’rah</strong><br/><br/>While the gesture itself was meant to further arouse her pet and not herself, the Dark Queen of Succubi felt tingles going from the hard peaks of her breasts all the way down to her most sensitive spot as he suckled with untold craving. An unexpected slap against her round rear told Lilith that her fae was once again..up to the challenge. It made her lips curl into a sly smile as she briefly raised her backside only to sit back on his hardness. The Queen slowly began to glide against it while she kept feeding La’cael’rah with her intoxicating love drug. A rare treat with potent and dangerous effects to anyone indulging in it. From then onwards, La’cael’rah was bound to her in more ways than his innocent mind could perceive. Not only did it allow the Queen to see, hear, taste, smell and feel the world as he did anytime she wished, but it also drove him to seek her presence relentlessly. This was Lilith’s form of demonic possession, a feat she rarely made use of despite its power. Her narcissistic pride had no use for mind slaves…it was only true worship she desired.<br/><br/>Suddenly she placed her right hand on his cheek and forced him to glance the other way, pinning his head against the pillow. Straightening her back, she took his manhood once more and drove it inside her wet folds, tightening around it. Again she moved, oblivious to her own pleasure as she was focused on gaining more sexual energy than before. Even in those moments of sensual liberation, her mind wondered to the troubles of her realm.<br/><br/>Sakkara was an ambitious and intelligent demoness. Lilith had seen enough throughout the ages to know that this was probably the most dangerous blend of  features…the human from Khone had it too. In Hell it was always hard to understand where one’s loialties lay. Usually it was everyone for himself and only fear or ambition glued the followers to one ruler or the other. Sakkara was General to her armies and also the only one capable of understanding warfare besides the Queen. Lilith had long ago given up on trying to achieve victory against mankind through force. She preferred subtler, illusive ways. Conquering the land of Khone and its enemies has been a lucky draw, she knew it, but it did not rekindle her thirst for blood. It was a move she had to make in order to reach the ultimate goal, the only thing she’ll have to see through with her own eyes. Only then will she rest, only then will Lilith seek comfort in the arms of a lover she never sought before: death. The game she placed into motion slowly began to reveal its true purpose. Not even Hell’s Mistress was able to see the end, yet she knew exactly what was at stake. And it was worth every risk she had to take. Even letting Sakkara see her weakened.<br/><br/>With these thoughts in mind, the Queen enjoyed her prey. Not a single frown shadowed her features as her eyes revealed nothing less than ecstasy. La’cael’rah was not only her prisoner, but also bound to the senses…he had no need to understand the darkness around him. Perhaps she’ll set him free when the tides will turn.<br/>