The Procession Continues to the Rear of the Palace
Queen Thistle continued her slow, commanding walk around the side of the colossal bone palace, her deathly white, parchment-like body glowing under the violent violet lightning. Black milk dripped relentlessly from her heavy, scarred breasts, the elongated dark nipples leaving wet trails down her exposed flesh. Thick strands of corrupted black fluid leaked from her slightly parted pussy with every step, splattering into the river of rotten blood that flowed around her ankles. Her silver-white hair, tangled with thorns and dried flowers, drifted ethereally as she moved.
