"AAAAAH! MY LORD! PLEASE... HNNNG!"
The physical reality crashed back in as Rex pulled the chains of her neck even tighter, forcing her head back so far that her neck felt as though it might snap. The pain was exquisite, a sharp, white-hot lightning bolt that sliced through her mental retreat.
'It's too late.' A cold, terrifying realization settled in her heart. 'The crown is gone...'
'The throne is dust... The proud, untouchable Demon Queen died the moment he first touched me.'
She realized with a sickening sense of finality that there would be no redemption. There would be no grand return to her former glory, no moment where she would reclaim her dignity and cast him out.
She had lost the fight, she had lost the war, and now, she was losing herself. The sheer, overwhelming masculinity of his presence was erasing her identity, layer by layer, until there was nothing left of the queen but the sensation of being filled, stretched, and broken.
