The proud queen watches him from below with narrowed amber eyes, her jaw clenched, her full lips parted slightly as she fights the humiliation, her slick pussy throbbing between her spread thighs.
"Do your duty," she says, her voice sharp but breathy, laced with disdain and hidden desire, her breath shallow, her arousal evident in the wetness dripping from her mound.
He says nothing, his presence a quiet command.
Selene, lower to the ground, her smaller frame twisting in the vines' grip, her pale skin dewed with sweat, her petite breasts swollen and heavy, nipples stiff and begging for touch, stimulated not by hands but by the jungle's humid anticipation.
She squirms, her legs twitching against the bonds, her sheer white shift riding up to expose her glistening virgin pussy, her violet eyes wide with fear and arousal.
"This is fucking sick," she hisses, her voice trembling, her bratty defiance cracking as heat builds in her core. "Y-You're not seriously going to—"
