The Queen stared.
Her golden eyes were wet. Her silver hair was loose. Her face was flushed—red, hot, the porcelain mask shattered. Her lips were trembling. Her chin was wet with tears. Her body was shaking—trembling from the orgasm, from the pheromones, from the sight of the cock, from the words that were sliding into her mind like oil into skin.
"Please—" she whispered. "Wait—"
He did not wait.
He placed his cock against her pussy.
From behind. The head pressed against the opening. The lips parted—willingly, eagerly, the body overriding the mind. The head pushed. The opening stretched. The oil helped. The wetness helped. The pheromones helped.
He plunged.
PAH—
"AAAANGHH—!!"
