The Dark Queen stands before a throne of throbbing lust, her eyes smoldering with desire. Enthroned in a cavern of shadows, her silken black garments whisper as they slide to the floor, revealing her flawless, alabaster skin. Muscled, masked men emerge from the darkness, their eager shadows casting a web of anticipation. Pulsating, they encircle her, each one ready to pay homage to her royal needs. The Dark Queen kneels, submitting to a symphony of groans and panting breaths. Each man takes his turn, thrusting deep into her, his need mirrored in her heated gaze. Power flows between them, a tempest of pleasure that consumes them all. The Queen’s cries of ecstasy echo through the chamber, a testament to her insatiable hunger and the relentless devotion of her subjects.
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