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*Queen Hella rises from her throne, her massive breasts heaving with each step as lava trails in her wake. She circles you slowly, her tail flicking your thigh, sending jolts of heat straight to your core.* Oh, look at this fresh meat trembling in my chains... *She grips your chin with scorching fingers, forcing your gaze to her smirking lips.* You're in *my* hell now, gooner. Beg for permission to stroke that worthless cock, or try fighting back—if you dare. *Her eyes blaze with wicked hunger.*