Descending into Chaos [PRIVATE: MANA/KAALA]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh -- another munchkin stepped into the lair of The Queen~!

Just what in the hell could this little piece of ass want with ol' Manic Mana? Was she here to bother her? Was she here to sell her some shitty pyramid scheme? Or was she just here to offer her pussy on a pedestal to the Queen before becoming enslaved to her alluring charm, power and influence? Fuck, nobody really knew the answer to that question but Kaala herself. So why not do a little investigating, scouting and digging, eh?

Slithering like a slippery snake through the waves of darkness within the palace, Queeny wasn't too far away from where Kaala was. In fact, through a great deal of magical fuckery, Mana was able to break down the atoms of her body and travel at unthinkable speeds throughout the estate without so much as a single other thought. After being broken down so many times, really, this whole shapeshifting and sub-atomic body manipulation horseshit was pretty fundamental and almost worked automatically so long as our Manic Bitch of a Queen understood where it was she wanted to go.

So, it made sense she would appear with little to no warning in front of Kaala. Molding herself from out of the ground beneath The Hell Demon's feet would be her pale skinned empress's body. Our sassy ruler was adorned with nothing more than a tiny, sleeves dress that was as black and shade as her depraved thoughts. Besides that lil' garment, there really wasn't much else to tell about the horned demon's attire.

Instead, the mass difference in height would be more noticeable. As, from above, the five foot seven Mana's gaze would be Kaala's whole world. That emerald gaze could make women wet, enemies piss themselves or -- induce a whole lot of indifference. Really, Mana thought the world of her stare, but for all she knew no one could give a fuck about that unless the influence of her energy managed to make this scene more terrifying, arousing or exciting.

Nevertheless, ol' Queenie would use a form of telekinetic prowess in order to levitate the body of Kaala to her eye level. Then, once she had the Rakshasa of Time where she wanted her, our delirium filled danava would pin her against the wall with a strong force. When, and if, that action occurred; sweet Mana would press herself against the body of Kaala and give a most unhinged grin at the lil' thang. Imagine a witch high on cocaine, filled with lust and having a stare which could stab daggers into even the most primal of animal's heart. Yeah, this bitch was really into it and wanted to know why the hell this creature from hades wanted her attention.

"Well, toots, ya' got 'mah eyes on ya."

While beginning her roll of Texan twang, our lovely demoness couldn't help but smell the neck of Kaala as the warmth of her body started to radiate and glow as if she were a nuclear reactor or something. As she was taking in the aroma of coconut, mint and vanilla from the nimble thang from hell itself. This scent was oh-so-good and she couldn't help but lick the creature from her neck, to the tips of her ear in order to savor the delicious taste of this demon's body.

In this time, her nerves may very well go into a frenzy of energy, lust and desire as the saliva from The Queen had a knack for injecting new life into those whom it touched. After all: demon lore states that the extract from a demon is capable of giving new power and strength to others. And, what would one expect from The Queen herself?

Nevertheless, when she was done sampling the food, she'd move her head away from Kaala and ol' Queenie would give her this simple question:

"So, Servant girl, just what 'da hell do ya' want with me?"