Nobody... nobody would. Oh, but the mental image of fighting, of using every ounce of his will to keep his composure as he was teased mercilessly with promises of so many things once the meeting was over was making him squirm a little bit.

These were things he also hadn't had in far, far too long. To feel anticipation again, to feel so bunched up and wanting to explode...

"You torment me..." Was the King of Hell... short of breath?

But who knew torture better than the Overlords, eh? He moaned into the kiss, body just short of catching fire, as he felt wound around a finger.