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... .
Not with magic.
With her.
The Queen sat slumped on her throne—breathless, flushed, lips wet with her own moan. Her thighs still trembled from the glyph sync. My face still glistened with her divine approval.
She looked down at me.
Chest heaving.
Crown askew.
Eyes burning.
"I want more," she said. "All of you. Inside me. Now."
Her voice wasn't a request.
It was a royal command.
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