Rex let out a heavy, triumphant grunt, watching Cassandra's limp, trembling body slump onto the cold stone. She was a beautiful wreck, a fallen monarch drowning in the steaming puddle of her own torrential release.
He didn't give her a moment to recover her dignity, though. With a predatory smirk, he turned his gaze toward Gorvasha, the massive, imposing Orc queen standing in the shadows.
"Your turn, Queenie," Rex commanded, his voice thick with lingering lust.
He flicked his wrist, and a surge of telekinetic force caught Gorvasha by the chin, jerking her head upward. The orc's eyes widened, her powerful neck muscles straining as she was forced to look up at the man who had just unmade a queen.
Before he moved to her, Rex took a moment of calculated vanity. He didn't want to mix the nectar of a goddess with the raw, primal essence of an orc; he wanted to taste the distinction.
