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Click hereHe smiled, looking up at her, perching on a naturally warm rock. The demoness tilted forward towards him, sprawled out on the ground, even her legs spread apart, lewdly exposing herself. Yet could it even be considered lewd when it was only the two of them there and she was just so comfortable in her natural state that things like nudity didn't even register to her? It would have been strange for the Queen to not have been nude...
She listened intently to him though, with such a ferocity in her eyes that he felt as if he was being inspected from the inside out, as if she could see deep inside him and rip out his soul. That was, in fact, something of what went on down in Hell, but that was not part of Hell that Henry needed to know of in the slightest. He did not need to experience that, no, not when the Queen of Hell wanted him close.
She was intrigued by him, his small, fragile body... Though she tried of him wearing clothes. As he tried to describe old texts that he had read for his studies, she lashed her tail.
"Take off your clothes. That is strange... That is not something that should adorn any body down here. And you do want to be a part of Hell, do you not?"
He gulped and tried to shake his head.
"No... It's... Please..."
She stared him down, however, her thighs pressed back together, though the mound of her breasts caught his eye. He gulped hard and averted his gaze, yet the peak of her nipples caught his attention even then, drawing him in.
He knew he had no choice and yet there was a tiny part of him that was excited to be there in the moment, to slowly just do as she asked him to do. She took over and she controlled him so easily. Nothing could come through more simply than what she saw her part of the world as, her Hell, and he exhaled as he did so, despite his fingers trembling.
The Queen of Hell smiled as he obeyed, his nudity revealed. With a flick of her tail, his clothes disappeared, never to be seen again. They wouldn't be needed. And she was liking the human more, even if the man, Henry, was not quite yet in the form that she wanted him to be in.
That, however, could be done in time.
Continued in part two of two...
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