As the thunderous echoes of Gorvasha's shattered screams began to fade into ragged, wet whimpers, the chamber fell into a heavy, musk-scented silence, broken only by the sound of Rex's deep, predatory breathing.
Cassandra watched from the periphery, her eyes wide and dilated, her breath coming in shallow, uneven hitches. Her gaze was locked on the spectacle of the aftermath.
She watched the white, frothy mixture of semen and emerald juices continue to ooze and drip from the broken queen's pussy, pooling on the floor like a sacrificial offering.
'Look at her...' Cassandra's inner voice whispered, a frantic, trembling thing. 'She's completely gone...'
'There's nothing left of the Queen but a leaking, twitching hole.'
'And yet... seeing him do it... seeing him flood her like that... it makes my own core ache so badly it feels like a wound.'
