He wasn't going to harass the sorceress too much, he suspected she got that enough from her fellow cultists, and slowly pulling her in would be as amusing as reshaping his newest dragons. That the queen was already a whore-queen was gratifying, amusing, and a bit disappointing, he had been looking forward to spending time breaking her, but he wasn't going to complain. There were other nations out there that he would get to, in time, and there royals and nobles would likely be far more prepared to resist. He glanced at and discarded the note, guessing what it alluded to, but wasn't going to let it lessen his enjoyment of the treats around him. He gave the whore-queen exactly what she wanted, loads and loads of demon spunk and as much rough sex as she could take, filling her again and again, ignoring the mess forming on the seat of his throne, a rightful indication of this nation's future in his mind. He sent a thought to the nobles from the cultists kidnapping and the daughters, ordering them to the throne room as they were, gagged and with their hands bound, though their new collars made that unnecessary. He would ensure that the council knew he was the true ruler, likely be bending them over their table, and filling them with his proof.