———— ❤️🔥┊ ❝ QUITE THE REUNION, ❞ murmurs the queen, outsole of neon - pink heels caressing her client's chin. a toe's steady incline coaxes head to rise, gracing them with her towering visage. slouching against the cushioned velvet upholstery padding her high - backed baroque throne, queen pries cherry candy from betwixt plump lips, tongue dragging along them to reap the most of her treat before deigning to speak.
❝ when i told 'em to let you pass, i almost couldn't believe it. almost. ❞ she jostles their chin as her leg bounces off her thigh. ❝ but who could blame you? everyone craves a bad bitch. remember my ex? sure kept me satisfied. to think i'd be doin' the same to you... how far we've come! ❞ before her lips dangles sharp talons, obscuring vicious molars amidst a haughty laugh. ❝ i play rough, heads up. don't worry. we got a spawn nearby. no walk of shame tonight. ❞
Draped tentacles flick and curl as he lurched into her grasp. IT IS DIFFICULT TO DESCRIBE; the swirl of relief, betrayal, and burning desire. His knuckles burned as his mouth hung agape. PUPILS QUAKE, almost searching for an exit. A hesitant, lopsided toothy grin finds itself on his face in spite.
WITHOUT A DOUBT, it's her. Her Majesty's daggers serve as appetizers rather than the main course. Yet he sat in stunned silence. Quite the reunion indeed.
❝ H A H ... ❞ The toppled monarch found his voice at last. A hand digs into her thigh, pulling himself ever closer to his Queen.
❝ ... Show me why I should've MISSED YA, kid. ❞ His grip tightened. Color him impressed. ❝ Won't go home 'til I bleed. ❞
