I had the last Queen of Hamilten at my side to give me legitimacy. “Yes, yes, yes,” Sophia panted, her green eyes so wide with her excitement. Sex The cream coated my throat. I closed my eyes, moaning out Saphique’s name in thanksgiving as I humped against my Queen’s hungry mouth. By now, I was trembling despite all my rationalizations that we would win. Tame me and save me. I didn’t need to face that decision. “Slata’s nasty cunt!”
Two huge, throbbing dicks penetrated me. I was like Rose, the High King’s second wife and Angela’s ancestor. We were on the edge of the Desolation, near her lair. To save my unhatched egg. And, Gods, did I want to be selfish. Peaked. Their cocks moved at different speeds. This is what her followers need. “Because of her.” There was urgency in Faoril’s voice. I groaned, savoring them pumping away. The pressure built again and again. Even the orcs bent the knee to my ancestor, the dwarves gave tribute to him, and the elves signed treaties. I could have children with Sophia.
