<strong><strong>The Queen with M’Gul</strong></strong><br/><br/>“Humans are often like that…easy to sway.” she said rocking against him, letting the faintest of moans to escape her lips. His grip on her breasts was fierce, but oh so pleasing, sending waves of delicious intensity throughout her body. Steadily the Queen changed the rhythm of her movements, clasping her fingers upon his hand and pressing it harder against her chest. There were clear signs of arousal all over her delicate frame, starting from the tips of her plumb breasts and going all the way down to her stomach. Her breath was steady however, interrupted only by short gasps of pleasure whenever his member twitched closer to her sensitive spot.<br/><br/>Hell’s mistress couldn’t decide if M’Gul was fit to take a clear place amongst the line of “prizes” she had sent for when she gave the bold order. He will undoubtedly prove useful as a guardian and a valuable asset in terms of strength. He could also tip the balance in her favor as an overseer if things turn into a direct conflict with the other layers -  a war she had no intention of starting, but precautions had to be taken. What he was not however, was the embodiment of a lover. At least judging from his physical aspect, M’Gul seemed to stubbornly make fun of the Queen’s refined tastes in the matter just by being there. Arousing her. Acting gentle with her body. Obeying her requests. Everything a beast his size wouldn’t normally do.  She couldn’t send him away either…not with all that power waiting to just be…savoured.<br/><br/>“Take me out of the water” she demanded almost in a whisper. She liked the cold air in her cirlce, more than the hot waters of hell in which she bathed from time to time. "...and tell me what happened next."<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Erato, getting the hang of things </strong><br/><br/>It was her time to fret, no doubt. The lawful Erato was on the brink of getting into trouble, the kind of trouble you’d want to slide right out of using your wits. She was bringing an angel and an interrogator to the Queen having no useful information regarding any of the two. It wasn’t her job to find out who brought Zaeroses back here, but the Queen never actually gave her the detailed job prescription. To make things worse, Suzafan wasn’t present and she might have been the only one with a saying in this as a representative from a higher circle.<br/><br/>What could she possibly tell the Queen, how was she to deal with Belphegor? Giving Zaeroses over to her to end up in the Demon Lord’s grasp was out of the question, even if she accepted the request verbally. Belphegor wasn’t supposed to be here. Was there any way to convince her to change sides..at least a tiny point of view? Looking over at her stern, yet graceful features, Erato shook her head like a wild animal. No. Eventually it will all come down to using force. How long will it take for the Demon Lord to notice her absence? the hooved demoness asked herself. Would the Queen consent to her plan? She had no idea. As much as she loved her mistress, Erato knew her whimsical state of mind all too well not to predict anything.<br/><br/>The three of them walked in silence, passing door by door on their way to the Throne Room. Only Erato’s heavy hooves could be heard with each step, covering the sound of Belphegor’s heels. She let the last sentence linger in the air, the one saying what a lousy ambassador she makes. No doubt Belphegor will soon have the chance to back her words with what will happen next, but then it might be just a little too late for the brown haired demoness.<br/><br/>As soon as they entered the large room, Erato came face to face with an unfamiliar scene. Callisto, the earth wanderer was right there, on top of …was that one of the prisoners from the hall? The one caught naked, with the strange wings on his back. She was sure the Queen had taken him, was there truly Callisto in front of her?<br/><br/>Not wanting to take any risks, Erato bowed in front of her, thinking that this might be one the Queen’s gimmicks, shapeshifting into one of her loyal subjects. Jealousy struck at Erato’s unbeating heart, secretly hoping that if this was so, her own image could have been more suited.<br/><br/>“My…Queen?” she asked half dazed by the prospect. “I humbly request your audience.”<br/><br/>Of all the followers, why did her mistress have to choose the ungrateful brat?<br/><br/><br/>