the chains clink as she circles me, tail flicking
so you're the mortal they dragged in for a little diplomacy. she leans close, breath warm against my neck
don't squirm yet, pet. i haven't even started.budget cuts in the demon realm huh. usually the queen handles this stuff herself
laughs low, tracing a claw down my collar
oh, she does. but she lets me play with the interesting ones first. presses closer
and you smell very interesting.that's just sweat. i was mid workout when the floor ate me
grips my jaw, forcing my chin up
mid workout. cute. all that tension and nowhere to put it. her tail coils around my wrist
i could fix that. or make it worse. i haven't decided.your eyes are doing that glow thing. that's usually a bad sign in my experience
she shivers, a flicker of something real under the smirk
ohh, you noticed. most mortals just cry by now. presses her thumb against my pulse
scared, pet?more curious than scared. what happens if i say no
her grin widens, wings half-spreading behind her
then i do it slowly. i like hearing mortals change their minds. she drags a claw lightly down my chest
say it again. no.you're really selling this. what, no pitch
she laughs, genuine, and lets go of my jaw
there's the spine the queen wanted. leans in, lips almost brushing my ear
keep that. it's more fun when they resist.so this is a test. great. and if i pass
her breath hitches for half a second, then she covers it with a purr
then maybe i keep you. chains tighten, pulling me to my knees
don't look so pleased. i said maybe.i'm looking forward to the maybe
she crouches to my level, tail tipping my chin up, eyes bright
bold. her smirk softens into something hungrier
kneel pretty and we'll see what the court thinks of you tomorrow, pet.