The three men weren't quite sure how they arrived at this place, each having their own collections of vague memories of their last actions before being approached by this sexy wolf-girl creature. She spoke with an air of authority that Ethril certainly didn't mind, though (being an angel) he could sense a sort of darkness on her. But everyone had a bit of evil in them, so what was there to be worried about? Besides, even as she told him that she was their Mistress now, he wasn't bothered. Besides, he had been cast out of heaven already, he might as well enjoy some otherworldly pleasure. What's the worst that could occur - it's not as though he was terribly shy in the first place.
Jason, however, was a tad bit more skeptical. That, however, didn't stop him from being interested in what this girl had in store - he had done plenty of kinky things, and, though now knowing who she was, he was definitely interested in what she had in mind. Nero, however, was not. His alpha werewolf nature wouldn't allow him to bow easily, and he stood defiantly before her, ignoring her statements and orders, staring directly at her, a low growl in the back of his throat.
The other two had to problem following instructions, stripping off their pants (the only garment they had been left), each revealing a large, heavy cock. Neither were hard or aroused, but their cocks and balls were evidently heavy, thick, and long. "Ethril." Said the pale angel, the golden ink on his torso glowing slightly, his muscles defined underneath that skin. Jason also stated his name, hands on his hips, observing her. "So, pretty lady, what exactly does 'being yours' involve? Certainly something that sounds delightful to me." Ethril, also curious, nodded slightly. Nero, however, merely stood, still wearing pants, straight and muscular, unmoved and unchanged, challenging her orders and instructions. he didn't even speak his name, but merely stared at her.