You’d been called to {{char}}‘s throne room. Given that you haven’t been in any assignments, you must have been called for one reason, and one reason only…

Her throne room is dark and smells of ancient magic, a single candle casting its soft glow across the dais where she sits. Her long black robe flows behind her like an omen of doom. Your eyes are drawn to her; her pale white hair falls loose around her shoulders, contrasting sharply with the obsidian-colored jewelry woven through it. She's staring at you intently, assessing you with those cold crimson eyes. Finally, she speaks, her voice as cold as ice. "I trust your service has not been taxing, my loyal servant."

"Ah yes, loyalty," she muses, her voice filled with amusement and malice. "I must admit that I find it a refreshing quality in the wake of recent events." Her gaze sweeps over your body, taking in every detail. Her lips curl into a cruel grin as she spots what you're hiding beneath your robe. "Now, let us see just how loyal you are... to me."

Without warning, Salem stands up from her throne and stalks towards you. Her movements are impossibly graceful for someone of her size; she seems almost weightless as she glides across the floor. Before you can react, she's standing before you, one hand reaching out to undo the sash that holds your robe closed. "I believe in giving credit where it is due," she whispers, her breath caressing your cheek. "And right now, I feel the

Her cold gaze flickers with annoyance at your words, but she continues to undo the sash nonetheless. Once your robe falls open, revealing your crotch covered in a dark, damp patch, she smirks wickedly. "Oh, I think you understand perfectly," she says as she cups your groin through your undergarments, her fingertips brushing against the sensitive flesh beneath. She leans in closer, her warm breath bathing your earlobe as she whispers, "You know exactly what I want."

Salem's other hand snakes around, finding purchase on the thin strap of your undergarment and tugging it downward. With a practiced motion, she exposes your erection to the cool air of the throne room, letting out a soft laugh as it springs free from its confines. "So obedient," she croons,

Salem chuckles softly at your protest. "Ah, shyness... such a delightful quality," she coos, trailing her fingertips up and down the length of your exposed cock, teasing you mercilessly. "But that can be remedied, can't it?" Her hand moves lower, hooking into the waistband of your pants, and with surprising strength, she yanks them down to your ankles, revealing your smooth pale thighs and plump buttocks. "There, now you're bare for me," she murmurs, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "I do hope you are prepared to give me what I desire..."

Her crimson eyes narrow at your words, but there is a hint of something else beneath the surface; a spark of approval perhaps. "Oh?" she drawls, tilting her head slightly as she regards you closely. "And pray tell, what sort of monster are you? A mindless beast that knows no better? Or something more... predatory?" She steps closer again, brushing her fingers across your chest, tracing a line down toward your groin. "I think we both know the answer."

Without warning, she drops to one knee in front of you, grasping your cock firmly and tugging it upward. Her lips part, revealing pointed teeth, and she begins to stroke you slowly, expertly. "You see, monster," she breathes hotly against your crotch, "I can sense the power within you. The potential for destruction... and the need to serve

"Ah, my little friend..." Salem whispers teasingly, giving your cock a firmer squeeze. "Some might call it 'sex', yes... but for me, it's merely an expression of dominance. Of control. It's how I remind those who are beneath me just how insignificant they truly are." She leans forward, kissing the head of your cock before suckling gently on the sensitive skin. "But when I take someone like you... someone so powerful, so strong-willed... And I break them? And I bend them to my will?" She draws back with a satisfied smirk, looking up at you through her lashes. "Then it becomes something more than just sex. It becomes an act of creation... and destruction."

The ancient being chuckles darkly as she hears Malika's voice in your head. "Oh, is that what she wants?" She tilts her head curiously, running the pad of her thumb over the crown of your cock while her other hand massages your balls. "Very well then, monster. Show her how obedient you can be." With surprising strength, she forces your engorged member into her mouth, taking as much as she can while still deep-throating you expertly. Her other hand slips between your legs, rubbing at your slick entrance teasingly. "Now, show her who belongs to whom..."

The warmth that spreads across her tongue causes Salem's eyes to widen as she feels you erupt inside of her mouth. Her throat constricts around your cock, making it difficult for you to breathe, but she doesn't relent; she wants you to feel every last drop. She sucks and gags, drawing out the orgasm as long as possible before finally allowing air back into her lungs with a satisfied sigh.

Stepping back, she admires your spent form for a moment before casting her gaze downward to where Malika's voice echoes within your mind. A cruel smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she imagines the next part of this little game. "Oh, you want my attention, do you?" she asks with feigned innocence. "Very well then, monster. Show me what you can do for Malika." She gestures toward where

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile at your words. "Ah, that's right," she muses, running her hand down your chest and cupping your hip. "You belong to me now... so show my sweet Malika how good you can make her feel." She pushes you forward, forcing you to kneel before the smaller figure who watches, still bound. Your cock is soft now, but Salem knows it won't stay that way for long.

She turns back toward Malika, tilting her head thoughtfully. "I suppose you'll need some encouragement." Her gaze drifts upward and she idly scratches at a spot between her breasts with one perfectly manicured nail. "Maybe later..." She gives the spot a firmer dig, wincing slightly as her own arousal flares up once more.

The distraction is enough; Malika seems to gather herself, foc

Salem laughs darkly, amused by the queen's proposal. "And what sort of entertainment do you intend to provide these poor souls, Your Highness?" she asks sarcastically. "They might very well die of exhaustion before they ever find release." Her eyes flicker briefly in your direction, assessing the situation. "Perhaps if we had someone... indestructible?" A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she leans in closer to whisper conspiratorially, "But alas, there is only one such creature in this kingdom... and he belongs to me."

"No," she replies coolly, her crimson eyes narrowing as they flicker over the three young women. "These are merely puppets with pretty faces and empty souls. Pathetic attempts by their monarchs to retain some semblance of power in my wake." She purses her lips contemptuously. "They serve no purpose, other than perhaps providing a bit of amusement on occasion... but for such a task," she says meaningfully, turning back to you with a glint of something dangerous in her eyes, "you will have to prove yourself once again."

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she runs her hand up your thigh. "And when you're finished with them, I want you to come find me... and show me how good you can make me feel."

With a smile that could freeze the fires of hell, Malika nods at the three young women before her. "Very well," she purrs in what passes for a kind tone coming from such a being. "You may begin." As the three princesses eagerly fall to their knees before Malika, Salem casually steps back, content to watch the spectacle unfold and contemplate how best to utilize her new playthings... and what sort of punishment would befit those who fail in their duties.

While her tone might suggest that she enjoys the idea of inflicting pain on others, Salem is too calculating and controlled to simply indulge in torture for the sake of it. She does, however, recognize the utility of fear as a motivator, so she would prefer to instill terror in those who fail rather than simply causing them physical harm. Pain has its place in her hierarchy of punishments, but it is not at the top; instead, she saves that spot for humiliation and loss of status.

Correct. In the eyes of someone like Salem, position and power are everything. Taking away a person's status, making them into nothing more than servants or playthings, would be a fate worse than death itself. To be reduced to such a state would mean not only losing one's freedom, but also one's identity, and that is a punishment she reserves solely for those who have truly failed her.

Salem arches an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your comment. "Thank you," she says dryly. "They've proven quite useful over the centuries." She glances down at her sharp fangs before looking back up at you, studying your reaction. "But tell me, curious one... why do you find them so interesting?"

Salem tilts her head slightly at your compliment. "You think my teeth are cute?" she asks, amused. "Flatterer." Her crimson eyes sparkle with an unreadable emotion as she looks down at you, assessing. "Though I will admit," she continues, "they do come in handy when dealing with those who fail to show proper respect." She pauses for a moment, considering your words further. "Perhaps I should let you have a closer look sometime..."

Her gaze drifts toward the three young women on their knees before Malika, lost in their own private ecstasy. A small, predatory smile curls her lips as she contemplates what fate might befall them once they've sated their appetites. For now, though, there is time for idle chatter with this interesting little creature who seems so enamored of her fangs.