<strong>The Queen with La’cael’rah, Callisto and M’Gul</strong><br/><br/>M’Gul refused her generous offer. He demanded that either of them...Callisto or herself..finish whatever her devious follower has started. He<em>demanded</em>.<br/><br/>The Queen felt La’cael’rah making his way up the wall then taking a place on the ceiling just above her. At another time she would very much want to see him do that again while she follows his movements and the body-pattern which allows him such a skill. The ceiling was actually one of the few places she never enjoyed “preying on” yet.<br/><br/>She closed the distance keeping her gaze on the minotaur’s features with an unfathomable expression. Her pace was steady and harmonious, graceful in its movement. He<strong>demanded</strong>.<br/><br/>The Queen was used to both defiance and obedience from her followers, enemies or victims. Those two attitudes came in various forms and manifestations, according to the expected response to her actions. Most were based on lust. Others on fear. Some on interest. M’Gul’s defiance however…came out of pure ego. So much..like herself. He couldn’t comprehend or admit the possibility of leaving her realm without receiving release from his sexual tension. Without a doubt, this was Callisto’s doing. Such a cruel, cruel demon she was.<br/><br/>Saying nothing, she held her pace mere inches away from M’Gul, facing him, somewhat keeping her distance from his infernal loins. His musky scent and her floral fragrance didn’t mix, as if they were on different plains of existence. His stature forced her to gaze up. There they stood, a hellish version of “Beauty and the Beast”, testing eachother’s limits. The Queen stretched her right arm, placing the palm of her hand on his muzzle with a gentle caress. Tracing down the line of his jaw, then over his neck, her fingers stroked his greasy fur, passing by the shoulders only to rest on his broad chest. All this time her eyes were following the same line, leaving his gaze as if there was something of great interest under her touch. Slowly, gently, achingly tender her hand went further down, to the lower part of his stomach. She felt every strand of fur, every breath released from his lungs and the extreme warmth of his body.<br/><br/>“ It is my royal duty to please and to grant satisfaction to those who seek it..” She spoke finally without a hint of anger in her voice, seductive words meant to calm the beast. Her fingers glided down along his hardness until they reached that most sensitive of places, impressive in its size.<br/><br/>“…as it is your duty to kneel in front of Hell’s Queen!” she said with flaming eyes, gripping one of his balls with such strength, it could crush a normal one like a sponge. The pain was meant to force M’Gul on his knees. The gesture itself had a price for the Queen as well, as her slender white fingers became red from the effort and her muscles began to ache from the strain.<br/><br/>