The woman blinked.

The memory faded. The bathroom returned. The tub. The steam. The razor on the tile. Raven’s face before her.

"That is why she seemed to become wet so soon," Raven said. His voice was contemplative. Analytical. The voice of a man piecing together a puzzle. "The King really did a number on her."

The woman trembled.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Nobles are just like that."

Raven chuckled.

"Men are just like that," he said. His voice was warm. The warmth of a man who knows the truth and finds it amusing. "You just need to remove the rules and laws from them. And they are all the same."

The woman looked at him.

Her dark eyes were wet. Her round face was flushed. Her large breasts were heaving beneath the wet shirt. Her nipples were visible— dark, stiff, pressing through the fabric. Her bare pussy was visible beneath the fallen skirt— smooth, freshly shaved, the lips slightly parted, the inner lips pink and wet.

She trembled.

"Do you want it?" she whispered.

Raven looked at her.

"What?" he said.

Her hand went to her skirt. She pulled it up. Her pussy was exposed— smooth, bare, the lips glistening. She was wet. The inner lips were slick. The clit was swollen. Peeking from its hood.

"Please," she whispered.

Raven chuckled.

"I have already fucked the Queen," he said. His voice was casual. Light. The voice of a man who has just eaten and is being offered dessert. "Do you really want it?"

She leaned.

Her hands found his trousers. She unzipped him. The sound of the zipper was loud in the small bathroom. She reached in. Her fingers found his cock. She pulled it out.

Twelve inches. Thick. Dark. The head was swollen. The shaft was smooth. It was not hard— not yet. It was thick, heavy, hanging. The head rested against his thigh. The foreskin was pulled back. The slit was visible.

She pressed it against her cheek.

The warmth of it. The weight. The smell— musk, sandalwood, the faint trace of a queen’s pussy. She rubbed it on her face. On her cheek. On her nose. On her lips. Her eyes closed. Her mouth opened.

"I want to taste the cock that fucked that evil Queen," she whispered.

Raven chuckled.

His hand went to her head. His fingers found her hair— wet, dark, tangled. He gripped. Not hard. Firm. Guiding.

She licked.

Her tongue came out. Pink. Wet. It found the head. It traced the ridge. It found the slit. It licked the pre-cum— clear, slick, slightly salty. She tasted him. She tasted the Queen. The mixture was on her tongue— his seed, her juice, the oil, the pheromones. All of it.

She pulled back.

She picked up the razor.

"You have some hair here," she said. She turned the razor in her hand. She looked at his balls— heavy, low, the sack covered in a thin layer of dark hair. She touched them. Her fingers traced the skin. The hair was coarse.

Raven looked down.

"You can clean it," he said. His voice was calm. Unhurried. The voice of a man who is not afraid of a razor near his balls. "Naturally."

She knelt.

Her face was level with his cock. His balls were before her— the sack heavy, full, the skin dark and wrinkled and hairy. She held the razor. She pressed the blade to the skin. She began to shave.

The hair fell.

Dark. Coarse. It fell onto the tile. Onto her thighs. Onto the floor. The blade glided over the skin— smooth, careful, precise. The skin beneath was pale. Smooth. The sack was clean. The hair was gone.

She set the razor down.

She leaned.

Her mouth found his balls.

She licked. Her tongue traced the newly-smooth skin. It was soft. Clean. The hair was gone. The skin was bare. She took one in her mouth— the heavy, egg-like orb, warm and full. She sucked. Gently. Her tongue rolled it.

"Mmm," she moaned. The sound was soft. Wet. The sound of a woman who is tasting something she has been craving. "Now they are soft. And delicious."

Raven chuckled.

He looked down at her. At her face— round, flushed, her dark eyes half-closed, her mouth full of his balls. At her large breasts— heavy, the nipples stiff, hanging beneath her. At his cock— twelve inches, thick, dark, lying across her face. The head rested on her forehead. The shaft ran across her nose. The base was at her chin. His egg-like balls were in her mouth.

His cock twitched.

It hardened. Slowly. The shaft thickened. The head swelled. The veins bulged. It grew across her face— longer, thicker, heavier, until it hung past the back of her head. Twelve inches of hard, dark, leaking cock, draped across the face of a woman who was sucking his freshly-shaved balls.

"Mmm... hahh... so good..." she moaned. Her mouth was full. Her tongue was working. Her hands were on his thighs— gripping, steadying, holding. Her head moved. She took the other ball. She sucked. She licked. She moaned.

"Hahh... mmm... so big... so good on my face... mmm..."

She was overwhelmed. Addicted. The pheromones— his pheromones, the ones he had been releasing since he entered the bathroom, the ones that were as natural to him as breathing— were in her blood. Her pussy was dripping. The juice ran down her thigh. Her nipples ached. Her body was on fire.

She pulled back. She looked at his cock. At the head— purple, swollen, leaking. At the shaft— thick, veined, twelve inches. At the slit— the clear fluid oozing, dripping, catching the light.

She opened her mouth.

She took the head.

SLURP—

"Mmm..." she moaned. The sound was muffled. Wet. The sound of a mouth full of cock. Her lips sealed around the head. Her tongue found the slit. She licked. She sucked. She took more— inch by inch, the shaft disappearing, the head pressing against the back of her throat.

SLURP SLURP SLURP—

"Mmm... hahh... hnngh..." she moaned. Her head bobbed. Her hair swung. Her breasts swayed. Her hands found the shaft— she held it, stroking while she sucked, her fingers not meeting around the thickness. Her other hand found his balls— smooth, freshly shaved, she massaged them. She rolled them. She squeezed.

Raven’s hand was on her head. His fingers were in her hair. He guided. He held. He thrust— slowly, gently, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat, the shaft coated with her spit.

SLURP SCHLUK SLURP—

"Mmm... hahh... Master... your cock... it is so good... hahh... I can taste the Queen on it... mmm... she tastes like fear... hahh... and you taste like power... mmm..."

She was moaning like a woman possessed. Her eyes were half-closed. Her cheeks were hollow. Her jaw was stretched. Her mouth was full— twelve inches of cock, the head in her throat, the shaft across her tongue, the balls against her chin.

She bobbed. She sucked. She licked. She moaned.

And outside the bathroom door, Sera— sitting on the bed with Vess and Juhi, trying to answer their questions about how Raven had fucked her— could hear the sounds.

The wet sounds.

The moaning sounds.

The sounds of a woman sucking a cock that had just fucked a queen.

She looked at the bathroom door. At Vess. At Juhi.

They were smiling.