Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170113183754

An hour later, the back room is alight.

Cyndwella walks around slowly, knee deep in blue flames, the entire floor hidden by deep the phantom inferno. She looks nothing so much like a Demon in charge of a very special kind of Hell as she paces, looking with idle amusement at the caged forms that hang suspended from the ceiling by chains. The cages contour the bodies of the Mamono, forcefully splaying their limbs for maximum vulnerability. There are more than three. Cyndwella has taken all of them. They shudder and moan, crying out as the occasional tongue of flame licks up and swathes their bodies.

She walks up to the Bicorn. She is trussed and held in place with a beautifully wrought cage. She drips with eagerness and shudders with fear, her face twisted in agonizing anticipation.

"Tell me again, slave," Cyndwella says softly. "I know you feel it, but I want to hear it."

"Uuunngh...mistress...please..." is all the Bicorn can gasp.

"Was that a yes, or a no?" Cyndwella taps her finger on her chin.

"It's...too much, mistress...you are everything, but this...this is...unngh..."

"I think you need to learn to enunciate your needs more clearly. Down you go."

"..! No!  NOOO!  AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The Bicorn throws her head back as she is slowly lowered into the flames, their blue tongues running along her body, between her legs, into her mouth. She shudders and screams in immeasurable ecstacy not meant for mortal minds as she is engulfed in the inferno. There is a squirting, wet sound as her body shakes.

"Perfect..."

Cyndwella leans forward and locks her mouth onto that of her slave, her hands kneading the ample breasts, her mouth drinking the pleasure mixed with fear. The Bicorn continues to scream in Cyndwella's mouth for a moment, before her eyes roll up and her body sags as she passes out with a sigh. Cyndwella seperates, pulling her tongue out.

The Bicorn is lifted out of the flames and gently reclined as she recovers. Cyndwella turns to the others, some of which have begun to weep softly.

"Hmmm...not bad. More than that, I believe, before I'm done.  Yeah..."

She lifts up a bottle of gin and pulls from it for several seconds, the excess running down her chest in little clear rivulets, her slender throat undulating. Wiping her mouth, she sets the bottle down and walks up to the caged Devil, pushing her wet chest into the whimpering Devil's face as the cage forces the her to tilt forward.

Cyndwella grins. "You have the privilege of licking it off..."