Rex stood over the two trembling, leaking queens, a dark, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He looked down at the mess of semen and sweat that coated them, feeling the absolute weight of his victory.
"Good shit..." he rumbled, his voice deep and vibrating with a masculine authority that made their very bones hum. "Let's move on to the bedroom... because both of you finally receive my mercy..."
He didn't wait for an answer. He reached into a heavy iron chest at the corner of the cell and pulled out two thick, heavy collars made of dark, enchanted obsidian and cold steel.
They weren't mere jewelry; they were symbols of total ownership. With a rough, commanding motion, he grabbed Cassandra by her hair and snapped the first collar around her elegant neck, the cold metal biting into her skin.
He did the same to Gorvasha, the heavy chain clinking as it locked around the Orc Queen's thick, powerful throat.
