Callisto was not necessarily as physically demonic as many of her fellow Succubi. Callisto had first been human after all... she did not have wings or the strength of a she-hulk. She benefited from immortality and yes, an incredibly enhanced strength compared to many underlying demons. For Callisto, absolute strength belonged to those who did not dwell in the surface and she truly did enjoy dwelling on earth. She certainly enjoyed it much more than hell and if she had to pick one or the other, she'd have to go with Earth. Callisto<span class="bbc_u">didn't have to pick</span>however, and that was a great benefit to being her.<br/><br/>As a result of being in the company of such a powerful beast, Callisto couldn't help the spike in her anxiety as he growled at her, she immediately shifted her weight from her left leg to her right, he left hand pressed against the wall that was originally supporting her body weight now curled in front of her. Her breath silently inhaling in a small, barely-there gasp but her eyes unable to leave those of the immense creature she faced. She was now not standing beside him, stroking his horn playfully as a child with a new doll... but almost a gleeful giggle passed her lips as she stared at him now... wide-eyed. She brought her right index finger to stroke her left ear. His bass growl itself had been enough to send a chilling current up her spine, but a warmth against her cheek and ear.<br/><br/>(http://i475.photobucket.com/albums/rr116/eralupus/cal059.jpg)<br/><br/>It was not something Callisto often experienced... this kind of 'caution'. Callisto spent most of her time on earth, she enjoyed fighting, but so much of that came from being unable to die. She had been pelted with arrows... sliced at with blades, impaled by spears and quite honestly she believed that her now exquisite swordsmanship came from these learning experiences. Callisto, unlike any other human could learn from her mistakes in battle when those same mistakes were fatal to anyone else. Callisto's sword was often a decorative element that she enjoyed making a hobby of. She could incinerate an opponent if she desired, but something viscerally pleasing took place when fighting hand to hand... blade to blade.<br/><br/>At first... the pain she could feel from being hurt in a battle is what made the battle thrilling itself. It's what drove her to enjoy it even more. As time progressed, battles weren't any less thrilling when she handled her sword better, they became less thrilling because soon the very pain suffered in those battles became laughable. Callisto's healing mechanisms involved a pure regeneration of tarnished skin. There was a comforting burn as it happened. Soon... being able to expect that so easily... so predictably... she found herself engaging in more and more challenging scenarios to give herself the small semblance of a thrill.<br/><br/>Being near this monster... this creature... it was different. The way he flexed while she practically leaned on his arm, the way his palm bent inward not enough to reach or claw her, but certainly close if she wasn't careful... and finally the growl as he turned his head in her direction more than she thought was possible.<br/><br/>It all happened at once and with just the head turning more than she thought could be done... she experienced an immediate anxiousness.<br/><br/><em>What if his hand was able to clasp inward enough to pinch at her?</em><br/><br/><em>What if the chain folded and his arm was able to bend more than she expected?</em><br/><br/><em>What if he dipped his head down bringing the horn itself to slash at her?</em><br/><br/>This thought is what caused her to shift her balance from left foot to right... a prolonged chuckle... her eyes darting quickly to his arm, confirming for her the comfort of the chain's job. Her eyes confirmed that it truly was just his head that was able to turn more than she thought was possible, and before she could even dwell in this confirming comfort, she released a single huff of chuckling laughter.<br/><br/><em>This was a pure thrill...</em><br/><br/>Her finger finished stroking her left ear and cheek, and she brought her hand in front of her to examine it to see if maybe this creature had somehow impacted her. She was satisfied seeing her hand remain clear and her eyes returned M'Gul with a new curiosity... a suspicion that maybe he truly did understand every word she was saying. Her lips didn't necessarily close, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly in that curiosity, a playful grin returning with the smallest tilt of her head.<br/><br/>She glanced down at several loosened chains, His hooves were restrained, but that was no longer enough for her right now. She watched them closely, intently... and with a series of shimmering sparks, they lightened up like fire-wood. The flames were different this time, very small... very modest, almost darkly tinted. These uselessly drawn chains to the creature's right were now lit up like the other dimly lit bolts in the wall that her earlier fire concoction had illuminated. Now... these loosely laid chains began to crackle and slide against each other with heavy friction before flinging to the left as though some invisible being had picked them up and cast them around M'Gul's hairy legs. The chains now engulfing his legs were thick... almost thick enough for Callisto to stand on herself like some kind of crooked footstool. It certainly was overkill for the binding of the creature's legs... perhaps even uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Now... standing directly in front of him she slowly pressed her palm against his stomach once more... circling it methodically...<br/><br/>"Tell me..." she said, teasingly since he had yet to utter a single word, but she couldn't help but wonder if he'd surprise her by speaking.<br/><br/>"When's the last time you've..." Now... her left palm slowly began to slide down along his hairy stomach. Her hand no longer harshly rubbing him as it left her stomach but rather her finger-tips tickling the the prickly area around his member.<br/><br/>"-...punished someone?"<br/><br/>Her fingernails grazed along the awkward surface, her eyes no longer fixed on the very eyes of the creature to see what her manipulative tickles were doing. She might have kept any other Prey's face within her sight as she was more than familiar with the male anatomy, but for this creature, she found herself having to look at what she was doing... sparing random quick glances up towards his bovine face.