In the Court of the Crimson Queen

The Baroness sat upon her throne, a goblet of Acratopotes Wine at her arm rest, and she was in her more 'relaxed' form. She was wearing the tight fitting red and black dress as she had when she had wandered the mortal ream, finding it quite a likable form after getting used to it. Her garnet eyes glowed in the shade that extended over the upper half of the throne. She had one shapely leg crossed over the other, and she was leaning upon her propped up left arm. Her rather large and buoyant breasts bobbled behind their low trimmed brassier, her fingers curling her long red hair, strands of which were flowing over her shoulder and curled around her breasts. The lighting of the Baroness's court accentuated her breasts and her cleavage, reinforcing her sex appeal to the members of her Demonic Court that lined the left and right walls. 150 High Ranking Demons of Nobel Grade and of S-Class value, that's 75 Demons for each side, waited in their highly decorated seats and leisurely lounged and talked softly amongst themselves. They were speaking rumours and of the unknown entity that was ultimately the reason why they had all been summoned to these chambers when there was still so much to do and little time to do it in.

The marbled black and white checkered floor had a small ebony table with a pitcher of Acratopotes Wine and a well crafted onyx goblet upon it's surface waiting for the visitor who was to arrive. The Baroness looked upon this set up table upon it's checkered marbled floor, and it resembled much of a chess board to the Baroness's eyes. The Baroness took her goblet from her armrest and sipped from it. "Now... where may this beast be who challenges my throne... this Seifer Howling." she thought, batting her beautiful long lashes as she waits for the expected, but practically unknown guest to the Demon Realm.

Seifer entered the throne room and all murmurs turned to silence. Every manner of demon stared at him, and they knew that despite his human appearance, he was something different altogether. They could sense the demonic presence within him. Were he to attack, it would be a formidable battle indeed, but the Baroness, who stood upon Seifer's arrival, was a force to be reckoned with herself. They'd allow her to do battle with him before ever stepping in themselves. Who'd want to disrespect the Baroness after all?

Seifer snickered at the small army, and seemed unimpressed by the throne room. He'd devoured many rulers in many throne rooms. This was going to be no different. He casually strolled across the marble floor toward the curvaceous Baroness, already salivating at the sight of her deliciousness. A demon in a female form like her own was bound to taste wonderful. She wore a confident smile on her face, and that was what he loved the most. The confident ones always tasted the best going down.

He stopped short of the steps leading up to her throne, noticing the empty goblet and the pitcher of wine at the ready. "I see you've offered me wine to go with my meal," Seifer noted.

From this the sounds of gasps and low growls echoed harshly, Demons and Demoness stood from there seats pointing at the unheard of wretch who dared to be so pernicious in what was by all demon standards a high honour. Not just anyone was summoned to the Court of the Crimson Queen, the very Baroness of Hell herself. "Silence." came the Baroness's commanding voice, followed by her gauntlet being set upon the armrest again. The room became silent and the demons sat back down or went back to lounging and remaining quiet. She switched arms, leaning from her left arm rest and now resting upon the surface of her right arm. Her bosom jiggled and bounced as she switched her position. Her large thigh fell off the other, before the left leg crossed over the right. "Seifer....that's what mortals call you, am I right?" she says ignoring his taunt and waved her hand to the pitcher which rose on it's own and poured into the onyx goblet made especially for the demon. "You've been a bit of a mystery to us for some time. Being not born from our realm, we have to wonder what your intentions are. Just so that you know, you stand before the ruler whom owns almost all of the inhabitable lands the Demon Realm has to offer. So choose you're words wisely." she says narrowing her eyes. Her garnet eyes were still glowing red in the darkness of the throne; their blood red glow glaring back into Seifer's eyes.

Much like how her 'relaxed form' was very pretty, Seifer's mortal form was quite attractive, but she would have to admit, she wasn't very much into blondes, nor people who have the gall to taunt her on her own residence. She wondered what this Demon would want from them...from her more especially.

With the silence in the halls, it made Seifer's footsteps all the more pronounced, echoing off the stone walls, as he climbed the staircase before him, not breaking eye contact with his intended meal.

"I'm a mystery to everyone, from every realm," he said, dusting off his sleeves. "I have no allegiance, I am merely a personification of the very nature of the destructive force that is the universe itself. I seek out that which I'd like to destroy. And I destroy it."

Seifer reached the top of the steps, and he could tell that behind her very stern and confident posture, her heart was racing a bit. Slightly from fear, slightly from arousal. She didn't want to admit either of those things, but his presence in her throne room, his proximity to her and his sheer brashness was something she wasn't used to.

Seifer looked over her voluptuous body, considering the form he'd like to take in order to consume her. He smirked. "Please. Stand back up. It'll make this easier. I wouldn't want to have to pull you from your throne. Or maybe I would."

"You have a lot of gall for an abomination." she says, lifting her goblet and taking a sip from it. She was a little excited, excited to see what this creature was going to do, and his brashness was a likable feature of his personality. She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes and smiling with her painted ruby lips. "Well, to destroy me would mean destroy my throne... You intend to take over the Demon Realm, or do you intend just stand by that table for all eternity?" she says and in a blink of his eyes he was standing beside the table again. He would try and try to advance, but he kept finding himself reappearing before the table with the onyx goblet and pitcher of wine. She raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Are you having trouble reaching me? Oh, that's right... that's because I'm the Crimson Queen, the Baroness of Hell. My power cannot be simply ''snuffed out''. I received this power when I obtained the Faust Household and became ruler of the Faust Kingdom. You are nothing, nothing but a humiliating young blood who's mission is failed. You cannot destroy me." she finishes, tipping back another sip of her demon wine, her throat bulging and slipping down her neck. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each gulp. "Ahhh..." she sighed contentfully, smiling and opening her eyes, looking down at Seifer with a mocking smile.

She brought her left hand to her lips and folded her hand towards him, blowing him a kiss. A black butterfly drifted down and when it landed on his nose it became fading black smoke. Seifer would choke slightly, and his eyes would become red, but he didn't drop dead like other creatures had before. She widened her eyes in excitement. "Wow! You can actually survive my 'Kiss of Death', that is quite incredible! Perhaps I should adopt you into my house after all..." she says with a slight mocking and holier-than-thou laughter.

"The only adopting happening around here is going to be you into my stomach," Seifer laughed. "It's going to take a little more than a measly kiss of death and a protective spell to stop me."

Seifer suddenly split into two, one a most ghostly version of him. The Baroness eyed this version curious as it simply walked passed the table with the onyx goblet, this time without reverting back to its place. She shuffled backward into her chair, unconsciously doing so, slightly afraid that something had made it past her barrier. And even more so that the true Seifer walked backward with a menacing look in his eyes.

The ghostly Seifer grabbed the Baroness by her shoulders and did indeed intend to pull her from the throne. She growled, holding on tightly with both her hands, but kicking aggressively at this apparition. Her legs, however, went straight through him. He had power over her, but she could not touch him. "How's this for a spell?" both Seifer's taunted.

The apparition managed to yank The Baroness from her throne and tossed her passed the table with the goblet, into the center of her throne room. The goblet spilled as the table shook from her landing, and all of her subjects stepped back in surprise that this was occurring before their eyes. And then The Baroness looked up. Seifer was standing before her, but he was no longer...Seifer. He had transformed himself into a massive beast, a red dragon almost as tall as her throne room. Its wings spread intimidatingly, it let out a horrifying roar, revealing many tentacle-like tongues that threatened to devour the queen of darkness. The apparition grabbed her by the shoulders once more and whispered into her ear: "Have fun going down."

She hissed at the apparition, her eyes formed in gilded slits. "How dare you touch me!? You have no power over me or my court you degenerate beast!" she exclaimed, looking from the large dragon to the phantom man holding her. She swung out her arm at him, watching it phase through him easily. She grits her teeth, feeling droplets of sweat rolling down the side of her forehead, her crimson eyes looking from the large imposing dragon to this common demon's phantasmal form. "How has he been able to do this? Is he separating his body from his spirit like I do when I travel to the mortal plane? It's impossible that such a creature who is not of the noble blood be able to perform such a feat! It's just inconceivable! Now...he's got a large dragon to my right, and his spirit form before me. Perhaps I'll be able to hit him by fusing my spirit to my attacks...but fighting his spirit is paramount to fighting air. Hmm..." she paused, nervously looking at the dragon which was intently looking at her. "Hrmm.." she moaned. She felt a chill run down both her spine and her chest; her large breasts bobbing heftily. "I could attack the dragon itself. The body when separated with its spirit is albeit weaker in the pure physical form. But even if I do defeat it, he could just make another copy...." she blinked. "And that's when he'll be open. His spirit will be at risk once he rebuilds his body, and I can just absorb this uncouth bastards soul for my own devices." She smiled. "There we go." She drove her fingers into the tiled floor, sending up large thorny tentacles of her own, shooting them up, impaling the dragon and also curling their thorny ends around his limbs and wings so he couldn't move. She rode one of the thickest of these spikes and swung out her hand digging her conjured claws deep into his flesh, parting the scales of his elongated neck, before kicking off towards the spirit form of his human shaped state. "Hiiiiiyaaaaaaa!!!" she screamed, dark black energy forming around her body, in the shape of crows feathers as she came down upon him now that he was open for attack, her fingers becoming like those of a raven or that of a crows. Her eyes gleaming with hell fire as she swings at the spirit body's face! "Say goodbye to your handsome face!" she cackled, her sexy voice taking an octave lower than normal.

The Baroness swung her clawed hand as powerfully as she could at Seifer's spirit form, but much to her disappointment, weakening his physical form didn't do much to his apparition. It went through again, like he wasn't even there, and Seifer just cackled at her confused and fearful expression after such a display of cockiness. She then gasped as the spirit form slid its hands beneath her blouse, cupping her breasts and squeezing them, his thumbs playing with her aroused nipples. "These are going to taste...ambrosial."

He removed his hands and then shoved her backward with great force, causing her to land on her ass and her breasts to jiggle before her. Before she could react, the many tentacle-like tongues of the dragon she had impaled moments before were now upon her. She screamed as they wrapped around each and ever limb, confining her. The sticky prehensile organs tugged at her ankles, her wrists, slithered around her waist, between her large breasts and to her neck. Her breasts bobbled back and forth as she struggled in its grasp. Her magic seemed to have no effect in breaking free from their grip.

Seifer's spirit form evaporated and returned to the dragon, which let out a roar as it tore itself from the impaled spikes and immediately began to heal. The Baroness peaked over her shoulder to see the approaching, wide open maw that she was threatening to take her down. Then she let out a shriek as the jaws clamped down over the upper half of her body, leaving her legs dangling and kicking in a panic outside.

SeiferHowling wrote:The Baroness swung her clawed hand as powerfully as she could at Seifer's spirit form, but much to her disappointment, weakening his physical form didn't do much to his apparition. It went through again, like he wasn't even there, and Seifer just cackled at her confused and fearful expression after such a display of cockiness. She then gasped as the spirit form slid its hands beneath her blouse, cupping her breasts and squeezing them, his thumbs playing with her aroused nipples. "These are going to taste...ambrosial."

He removed his hands and then shoved her backward with great force, causing her to land on her ass and her breasts to jiggle before her. Before she could react, the many tentacle-like tongues of the dragon she had impaled moments before were now upon her. She screamed as they wrapped around each and ever limb, confining her. The sticky prehensile organs tugged at her ankles, her wrists, slithered around her waist, between her large breasts and to her neck. Her breasts bobbled back and forth as she struggled in its grasp. Her magic seemed to have no effect in breaking free from their grip.

Seifer's spirit form evaporated and returned to the dragon, which let out a roar as it tore itself from the impaled spikes and immediately began to heal. The Baroness peaked over her shoulder to see the approaching, wide open maw that she was threatening to take her down. Then she let out a shriek as the jaws clamped down over the upper half of her body, leaving her legs dangling and kicking in a panic outside.

The Baroness wore a confident expression as the spirit didn't seem to have taken her blow. She smiled. "Are you sure you were not hit?" she says as the dragon's face had five large slashes in his face where she had hit the spirit form of Seifer. She smiled, looking at her claws with a smile. "You see, I can do this all da--eh! EH!" she cried, his hands had plunged down her shirt, her face went from confident to embarassed confusion*. The sounds of many of the spectators were that of gasps of shock and a few chuckles and mumblings as the spirit fondled the Baroness through her dress. She blushed heavily, feeling his hands curl around the underswells of her chest, cupping them almost warmly as his thumbs pressed deeply against her nipples as he continued to grope, squeeze and play with her breasts; his thumbs playing with her nipples, causing them to harden and become erect. She was bowed a little thanks to his quick abruptness as he stated how he would enjoy her said breasts**. "You--" she let out a squeal of surprise, as his hands slipped out from her cleavage abruptly, the edges of her areola briefly showing before her top snapped against her breasts with a loud snap, her nipples embossing her top. They jiggled and bounced like gelatin, when the demon smashed her breasts, deepening her cleavage before she was sent teetering back before tripping on the edges of her gown and then falling onto her ass. She rubbed at the underswell of her buttocks before glaring daggers into the spirit form. "How dare you?! I am the Baroness of Hell, not some...lowly street whore!" she exclaimed, readying a crimson flame in her right hand when she felt the prehensile tongues slip in and around her. She snapped her head back, eyes wide and mostly white, her breasts bobbing and bouncing thanks to her quick movement. The dragon's tongues had slipped out and began entrapping her seducing form, wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She looked to each of the slithering tongues with a tinge of fear and confusion. "Bu-but how?! How are you still able to move?!" she exclaimed before a tentacle tongue wrapped around her thick waist, then continued to wrap around her large breasts, squeezing them together and causing them to ripple behind her top before the tentacle stopped; slithering around her neck in a fashion that forced her head up and to face the beast's deep maw ahead.

One of her eyelids drooped, the other peeled back, her teeth clenched against another behind her red painted lips. "D...damn...you!" she cried weakly, trying to power her aura in a manner so that it could physically harm him, but nothing happened. What did happen though was that the beast reeled back his tongues, causing her body to fly up to the jaws. She squirmed and swung her body about, her breasts though larger than her own head and were tightly gripped by the tentacle, still swayed left to right and jiggled like Jello. "Sto..p...this at one-" she managed just as her red iris's contracted and her eyes were fully white; the jaws muzzle had clamped down onto her upper torso! This aroused some shrieks and gross gags of disapproval from the crowd on either side. The tongues on her legs undid themselves slipping through the cracks of the maw. "MMmph! MMMPHMPPPH!!!" came her muffled cries, her wrists hanging outside the maw, her fingers clenching and pressing deep into her palms.

Her legs kicked, showing off her rarely shown black heeled shoes an black her black lacy bikini style underwear beneath her dress! Her long legs swaying, kicking and scissoring as she struggled and shrieked inside! Her body within the maw was being covered in filthy saliva, humid air rushing past her. Her face was smooshed against the ribbed roofing of the upper jaw, her breasts soaking up a lot of saliva were also pressed against the roof of his mouth, and no doubt the dragon could feel these being pancaked in the tight dark and filthy maw. "You let me out this instant!!!" she cried, and again her magic seemed to do nothing to aid her predicament within.

*an example of the Baroness's face during this sentence


**what you saw before you pushed me back

"Let you out? Absolutely not." Seifer chuckled, watching the Baronesses' legs scissor outside the mouth of his dragon's form. Her display of panic, and the display of her lacy underwear and practically her womanhood. She heard his words not only from him, but somehow from his dragon form as well, despite her being halfway stuffed into his mouth. She could feel his throat undulating and vibrating, the words all the more deep and ominous coming from within. She gasped as the tongues continued to taste her. This couldn't be happening to her! Not before all of her subjects!

Throwing its head back, the Baroness shrieked as her whole body was tossed into the beast's mouth and it snapped tightly around her. Feeling the warm wetness all around her now, she began to tremble with terror. The tongue's explored her body, slipping in the crevices of her clothes and limbs, tasting all that there was to taste. Her gown began to fall off, revealing much of her lovely skin for the beast to taste. Nobody was able to yet see this lovely form of hers, but Seifer could, enjoying it all. Her breasts fell out of her shirt, thanks to the tentacle-like tongues worming about, kneading the enormous mounds. She cried, and it echoed off the walls of the maw. More strange tentacles extended from the throat and began to wrap themselves around her, the tongues unwrapping themselves and leaving her alone. She looked back and saw the dark chasm open before her as she was dragged toward it...and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

SeiferHowling wrote:"Let you out? Absolutely not." Seifer chuckled, watching the Baronesses' legs scissor outside the mouth of his dragon's form. Her display of panic, and the display of her lacy underwear and practically her womanhood. She heard his words not only from him, but somehow from his dragon form as well, despite her being halfway stuffed into his mouth. She could feel his throat undulating and vibrating, the words all the more deep and ominous coming from within. She gasped as the tongues continued to taste her. This couldn't be happening to her! Not before all of her subjects!

Throwing its head back, the Baroness shrieked as her whole body was tossed into the beast's mouth and it snapped tightly around her. Feeling the warm wetness all around her now, she began to tremble with terror. The tongue's explored her body, slipping in the crevices of her clothes and limbs, tasting all that there was to taste. Her gown began to fall off, revealing much of her lovely skin for the beast to taste. Nobody was able to yet see this lovely form of hers, but Seifer could, enjoying it all. Her breasts fell out of her shirt, thanks to the tentacle-like tongues worming about, kneading the enormous mounds. She cried, and it echoed off the walls of the maw. More strange tentacles extended from the throat and began to wrap themselves around her, the tongues unwrapping themselves and leaving her alone. She looked back and saw the dark chasm open before her as she was dragged toward it...and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

((I am sooo sorry >.< I had serious case of writers block and it was stressing me out sorry for the wait...))

Outside, the court had watched with grotesque horror as the beast engulf their Baroness, their leader within his confines. The dragon's cheeks seemed to bloat with the Baroness's struggling form, without a clue as to what horrors were really taking place within. The Baroness struggles against the torrent of tongues which began to pull and yank her further down his maw, her powers seemingly doing nothing to prevent her fate while the tentacles grope and probe their way between her crevices and other curvy body parts. "D-damn you!" she gurgled as a tentacle had wrapped around her neck and mouth, her large red eyes glowing in the darkness of the sticky maw, her body reeling deeper and deeper, before she felt the dip of the tongue and felt her body slip, sliding into the void of the throat! "Damn youuuuuuuuuuu!" she shrieked, which sharply ended when her curvy body was constricted by the muscular ribbed throat muscles that pressed against her body, her heavy dress conforming around her plump frame. Her horns dented the flesh of his throat, but did nothing but illicit the muscles to reflex, and help hasten her trip to the demon bastards belly.