Rex stood back, his chest heaving, a look of pure, triumphant godhood on his face. He didn't let the mess fall to the ground to be forgotten.
He raised his hands, his eyes glowing with a dark, telekinetic light.
WHIRL... SWISH...
With a flick of his will, the spilled semen didn't just sit on the floor. The liquid began to rise, defying gravity.
The massive pool of white nectar swirled into the air, coalescing into heavy, shimmering droplets and thick, floating globs of lust.
The chamber was suddenly filled with a suspended cloud of his essence. The white liquid floated around the naked, broken queen like a ghostly, erotic mist.
It drifted past her face, some of it splashing against her skin, some of it swirling around her swollen, bloated stomach.
