<strong>Suzafan, playing with Zaeroses</strong><br/><br/>While he had described the demon ruler according to his own image of things, Suzafan had been shamelessly "checking him out" from head to toe and back again. He held a certain beauty within his features, not overly graceful, yet it was like nothing she had seen before. Zaeroses wasn't human after all.<br/><br/>"This only means that you have not felt His wrath, from what I gather. ." she replied wagging her tail from side to side, seemingly uninterested in his reply. It was rather strange how her own kind grew with fear as a normal state of mind, both inducing it into others and being run by it, while Zaeroses knew nothing of it. She never really tried to imagine life without fear, as if such a thing was truly not to be desired. "We were once like you, but we woke up." she said and winked, fully aware of the double meaning within her words.<br/><br/>While he correctly assessed her origin, the succubus made an effort and tried to remember what was it that brought her to the Seventh Circle initially. Her mind was already a mix of unrelated things, trying to put memories together for Suzafan was like waking up from a dream while you're still high. “I was born with it in my blood...violence is but a state of mind.” she said and for a moment she even seemed to believe it herself. Then her eerie laugh echoed in the room.<br/><br/>“You don't really believe that I was human once, do you?” the thought alone was making her laugh like a madman. Taking his head in both her hands she tilted it from side to side.<br/>“Funny.Little.Creature” Suzafan chanted with each move. “I am older than you.” Zaeroses proved to be a tough nut to crack. Immune to fear. Resistant to pain. What else was there that she could try? And then the paleness of his skin reminded the succubus that he too was made of flesh and bones.<br/><br/>“Now now now, what makes you darrrling little angels so cold and unemotional?” She hugged him tightly from behind, letting her large, soft breasts to push against his back. “I think you just might belong with us if you try a little harder. There are so many ways to warm you up..”<br/><br/>Her hands came down along his chest until they reached Zaeroses’stomach.<br/><br/><br/><strong>The Queen with M’Gul</strong><br/><br/>A wave of pure ecstasy washed over the white, lithe frame she possessed as the minotaur grabbed her long legs. He didn’t even begun, the anticipation itself was more than enough to make her blood flow faster. For a moment she had wished to keep the initial structure of her body, just to experience that new, never-felt-before sensation. It wasn’t as if the Queen feared pain, yet she knew that M’Gul had the potential to rip her apart from the inside should she remain the same. His fur brushed slightly against her soft skin as he made the first move. And then there was only him in her thoughts and the tip of his unique manhood invading her tightness. The last changes made within her body drew even more energy from her. The Queen needed to fill it up again by using him and his raw power. M’Gul’s member was thicker and harder than anything she knew, inducing within her a rapturous feeling of losing oneself similar to only one sensation alone, that of death.<br/><br/>He stopped, proving able of so much more than his submission to instinct. Could it be possible that he was capable of exploring other depths of sensation than mere primal pleasure? Oh, how she would love to test that many times over and over. For now, she was there with both mind and body to take him whole. And whole it was, for M’Gul’s thrust came shortly after, giving his first groan of ecstasy, powerful and wild just as he was. Her body moved along with his and although the movement stun her with its ferocity, she didn’t wait for him to make it again. The Queen brought back her hands to rest along her body and pushed herself farther from him. Its impressive length was still halfway inside when she moved again, this time against his large frame, taking his hardness once more to her moist and warm inside. Soft moans and hurried gasps beckoned him to go on and so, it began. M’Gul was hers.<br/><br/><br/><strong> Erato with La’cael’rah</strong><br/><br/>The stern Ambassador from Hell never regretted giving an order to a prisoner as she did then. The fae’s voice was so obviously annoying and whiney, that she had to grab La’cael’rah once more by his lovely wings and toss him from left to right like a human-shaped church bell. “I said to annoy the Queen, not me!” she explained through clenched teeth, refraining from bruising him any further. Her mistress may not like to take back any damaged goods. She doubted that he knew were he was going, but seeing him troubled would prove to be a nice retribution for his current behaviour. Just as she was about to pull him by the hair, a strange, wolf-like howl echoed in the corridors.<br/><br/>“Shut up! Did you hear that?” she ordered and inquired at the same time, stopping her large strides in order to hear better…it did not happen again. Was it make-believe or real? There weren’t supposed to be any animals in hell. Then she remembered the fae’s chirp like voice and for a moment she seemed to think about the only other possible explanation for that sound.<br/><br/>“Are there any wolf or beast-like races in your kind?” she asked narrowing her eyes, waiting for a straight and hopefully, short answer.<br/><br/>