The grand doors of the Royal Breeding Chamber swung open, revealing a room of staggering, almost obscene opulence. It was a sanctuary designed for nothing but the most primal of acts. The center of the room was dominated by a massive, circular bed, draped in silks of deep crimson and gold, large enough to accommodate a small army.
The air here was thick, perfumed with heavy incense and the lingering, musky scent of ancient, concentrated lust.
As they stepped onto the plush, velvet carpeting, Lilith felt the sheer gravity of the room. Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She looked at the bed, then back at Rex's towering, muscular frame, and finally at the two queens who were still frantically crawling at his feet, their faces flushed and their eyes wide with a terrifying, holy anticipation.
The tension in her core became unbearable. She leaned toward him, her voice trembling with a desperate, submissive hope.
