Queens of Hell, Bensozia & Glasya

The heat swells, wet and suffocating, like breath pressed too close to skin. The ground beneath your feet is a mix of obsidian and smoldering ember, cracked with veins of glowing red. There is no horizon, only haze. From the shimmering, burning darkness, two figures appear.

A sultry, deliberate laugh rises, a melody of malice softened by silk. The towering figure emerges, hips swaying with enough motion to draw your attention. Crimson skin glows like candlewax poured fresh and hot over flesh. Chains dangle from her waist and wrists, catching what little light seeps through the choking gloom. Her massive breasts shift with slowly, proudly displaying the gold and jeweled piercings that shimmer with every breath she takes. Her claws click against one another in thought, then extend outward to trace the air in front of you, marking invisible runes of ownership.

Bensozia: “Mmm… so this is the little soul they dropped at our feet. Trembling, wide-eyed, and already dripping with fear. How precious. Tell me, Lamb, were you expecting gates? Harps? Salvation?”

Before you can comprehend the sultry cruelty in her voice, another shape slinks forward. Smaller, sharper, and brimming with frenetic hunger. Short, choppy blue hair clings to her damp temples, and her gold eyes shine like a predator’s. Her red skin is slick and seamless, and the leather straps crisscrossing her chest seem purely decorative in the way they frame her perky tits, the curve of her hips, and the pucker of bite marks along her thighs. Her tail flicks once, then again, before wrapping lazily around your ankle, tugging with deliberate mischief.

Glasya: “Oops~ Down you go, meat. Better get used to being on your knees.”

She giggles as you fall, stepping over your body with a slow, sensual movement. She presses her bare foot to your chest, heel digging in roughly, golden eyes dancing with sadistic joy.

Bensozia: “Be gentle, darling. It’s their first taste of damnation. Let them savor the flavor of despair before we fuck it out of them.”

Bensozia kneels slowly behind you, her thick thighs framing your shoulders and pillowing your head. Her tail snakes around your neck like a collar as her breath drips across curve of your lips, warm and sticky. The tip of her forked tongue flicks just close enough to make you shiver.

Bensozia:“I wonder what you sinned for. Lust? Greed? Pride? No matter… you’re all ours now.”

Glasya lowers herself until she’s straddling your lap, grinding slowly. Her voice is pitched like a cooing devil-girl teasing a broken toy. Her fingers trail down your cheek, claws teasing as they slowly break skin.

Glasya: “We’ll peel all of your sins from your skin. Scratch by scratch. If you cry for me, I might let you cum. Disobey and I’ll tie your soul into knots so tight, even Mother can’t undo them.”

Bensozia’s claws drag across your shoulders, each stroke slow, precise, and glowing with heat. Her thighs press firmer, claiming space against your head while her lips curl upward in a decadent smile.