<strong>The Queen, tagged: La'cael'rah</strong><br/><br/>His clumsy kisses were similar to the refreshing touch of the summer rain: quick and gentle. She wasn’t used to clumsy tenderness (forced or not) and so the male fae unknowingly achieved the impossible goal of taking her by surprise. Yet this would not suffice and the Queen felt the need to teach him ar lesson on how to please a demoness.  She raised herself from the chair without a warning and just as quickly as it took him to ask himself what just happened, she was already on top of him, pinning La'cael'rah to the floor. Her milky white breasts were on top of his chest, but her legs were under him allowing her body to get wrapped around his and to hold him down. Her skin burned against his, the temperature of her body contrasting with the cold floor beneath him.<br/><br/>“Allow me to return the favor” she whispered in his ear just before licking his earlobe once. She kissed his neck violently, causing him to twitch under her weight. Then she used her shapeshifting powers and let her fangs grow until they were long and sharp enough to pierce his skin. With one kiss she bit him, forcing a scream out of him before she began to drink his blood directly from the source.<br/><br/>Fairy blood was sweeter than anything she had before and to the Queen it presented stronger aphrodisiac effects than the ambrosia she offered him to drink. She felt her body flaming from within will all sorts of cravings and while she drank from him, her long fingers reached for his manhood. Before he could mutter a word she backed away from his neck, standing to face him. The Queen’s cold gaze pierced his,  getting a glimpse of the red streak of blood on his neck trickling on the floor.<br/><br/>She said nothing, only arched her back and glided down, soft lips parted to taste him, playful tongue making its way up and down his shaft. Her long white hair gently brushed against his skin as she moved not to please him, but to take what was hers. The Queen – like most succubi – fed on lust and carnal desires, but also on other emotions. She felt La’cael’rah’s fear, but this feeling kept him from reaching a more lustful state of mind.  It came to her that he might do things simply because he was told, not out of will. So she had to ease the waters, to make him feel safe and desired, to comfort him in any way possible until his heart gave into temptation. Only then she could truly feed on him.<br/><br/><strong>Suzafan, tagged: Zaeroses</strong><br/><br/>Suzafan listened to the angel, but only with her ears.  His words and the strong, yet subtle threats in their meaning didn’t reach her brain as her thoughts were focused on the events taking place somewhere at the other end of the hall. She did understand that if Zaeroses escaped, Heaven’s fury would be upon her and her sisters not long after. This only made her more excited and eager to prove a point, however nonsensical it may be.  Her black eyes moved erratically from him to the crimson General who was approaching them, dragging her prey along. Had she sat eyes on the Celestial as well? Maybe Sakkara was the one who brought him here after all, then settled for a more..appropriate male. Suzafan hoped this was the case, but she knew that Sakkara was cautious and smart enough not to make such a mistake. As mad and eccentric as she was, Suzafan was fiercely loyal to her queen, but for one reason or another she didn’t like the General too much. Still, orders were orders.<br/><br/>The short haired demoness nodded, getting ready to head for her chambers and take the requested items. Zaeroses’ voice caused her to linger a little more.<br/>“You<em>forgive</em>me?” she chuckled seemingly amused by his choice of words. “Dear angel boy, I haven’t even begun to do what I have instored for you. Now<em>that</em>might require forgivenessss” she hissed mimicking Caliko. For a moment her eyes regained a softer tone, watching his features.  Later she’ll want to have a look at his eyes too, but for now she liked him blindfolded.<br/><br/>“I’ll be right back” she said to Sakkara and gestured to one of the imps lingering around the main hall.<br/><br/>“Just walk this way…” she joked with the imp, moving her hips dramatically from side to side as she walked, acting rather amused.<br/><br/>Suzafan’s quarters lacked sophistication. It was here that most of the painful “activities” took place although she had no use for complicated contraptions and other things someone might think of when the word  “torture”  comes into mind.  In reality, Suzafan rarely had use for the infliction of physical pain (although she loved to hit with her fists) and sought other means to bring misery to her victims. One of her favourite games was to force the sinners to dive into the river Styx and – contrary to common beliefs – remember everything they had wronged in their miserable lives and see the same things done to themselves shortly after. If someone stabbed another, the said person saw the event from his perspective (the wrongdoer) and then from the other’s perspective (the victim) and felt everything on both ends ten times the intensity. Some might call it “justice”, but Suzafan simply found delight in their agony, both physical and mental. Probably because she was once like them, but her sanity just got lost on the way, rendering her immune to such a punishment.<br/>She didn’t have to search long for the required items.<br/><br/>“Take these to the General” she ordered, giving the imp a wide leather collar and matching wrist shackles. Both had an inlay of silver and small silver spikes about a 1/2 inch long. Suzafan was interested in finding something suitable for her prisoner, something that she was sure he’ll remember throughout the centuries. If he would last that long…<br/>