@embellishedbookworm I am so glad to hear that. You are wonderful.

Tera hovers a few inches off the ground, silently gliding through the grand halls of the Derse Royals' castle. It's been a while since she met with the Black Queen in person. She's all but forgotten the layout of this place... Not like it matters much. She just goes where her gut tells her to, like usual.

Tera soon arrives at the door to the Black Queen's private quarters. Right on time, too. Beatrice wanted to meet with her here for some reason. She didn't say anything about why in her message to Tera, so it was probably an ambush or well-planned assassination attempt or something... No, that wouldn't make sense. The Session has long been deemed Failed, there'd be no real reason to. Plus, it'd be an incredible waste of resources on Derse's part... Maybe Bea just wanted to talk? There wouldn't be much to discuss other than Tera's travels, and Bea probably has much more important things to concern herself with.

Sex? Is it sex? Tera's putting her money on sex.

Regardless of why, she's already here. Might as well get it over with.

@royaldepravity

Sometimes, the important things are about... framing. A scene sets a tone, a location gives information. For example: To 'awaken' into dreaming on top of a massive four-poster bed? Says something. That the term 'massive' itself needs definition (Big enough so that someone over twenty feet in height could lay upon it comfortably, with room for a couple friends) also defines things a bit further.

It was a bedroom, not built only for the scale best defined as 'massive woman' but for a variety of heights to use the various closets, chairs, tables and cupboards comfortably said quite a bit.

And that the suddenly appearing host, sitting amongst the pillows, was ONLY at around seven foot and change, despite the massive size of the bed itself? Said something more.

@royaldepravity

It wasn't that Skraab and Wendy never had sex, it was just rare for her to be the one to initiate it. So when the queen asked the shark boy to come over to help relieve some stress, he was surprised, but not at all opposed.

Cut to an hour later and Wendy's on her knees, tits wrapped around both of Skraab's cocks, a previous load acting as lube while she massages his dicks with her enormous chest. The bedroom looked like a tub of grape jelly had burst, thick violet cum staining the sheets and the carpet, leaking from both of Wendy's lower holes.

Her stomach was distended with several loads Skraab had eagerly pumped deep inside her, but she still seemed as ravenous for his spunk as ever. He'd never seen her quite so cock-hungry and needy, but the twunky troll wasn't complaining. In fact, he was in heaven as the queen sucked away at his engorged, purple cockheads, eagerly slurping them every time she mashed her tits down.

Despite having good stamina and short recovery time, it was hard to keep up with her tenacity and killer blowjob lips. Skraab tensed as his balls tightened and ropes of purple shot from his cock; one spewing into the queen's mouth and the other blasting onto her face, dripping down on her tits, marking her with yet another load. Wendy pulled back as Skraab came, aiming his cocks with her hands to cover herself in the viscous goop, giggling as her carapace was stained violet.

When the orgasm subsided, Skraab flopped back on the bed, cocks softening slowly as he shuddered and took long, deep breaths. His recovery was cut short as the cum drunk queen straddled the poor lad, laying on top of him and covering him too in the warm, sticky cum all over her body.

G: I see you, Porcelain~