"I'm going to—fuck, I'm—"
Her pussy clenched around her finger, the orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, devouring her whole. Her body shuddered, and then she came—undoing with a loud scream, legs shaking, juices dripping down her inner thighs.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was their breathing, ragged and panting.
The Queen fell back on the chair, her eyes closed, her chest heaving while her heart fluttered with something she hadn't felt in years: desire.
After so long buried under duty, rage, and shame, it surged back, overwhelming her senses.
After some time, her eyes fluttered open, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her pleasure. She glanced at him, and his gaze was like an aphrodisiac—deep blue eyes locked on her, thick with desire, stripping her bare all over again.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a fresh wave of heat surging through her.
