Freen sat on the throne like a goddess of war - lazy, legs parted, hand beckoning. "Up," she ordered, voice hoarse. "I need to taste what a hero tastes like." "Fuck, you taste like victory," Becky whispered. _______________ Can love blossom in a world of darkness and eternal night? Will Becky become another pawn in Freen's ruthless game, or will she conquer the queen's cold heart and rewrite their destinies? •Warning BDSM SUBMISSIVE/ DOMINANT SMUT © 2024 Ifyoucouldhealme (All Rights Reserved)
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