The Drow Queen wants to break Darrick in front of her entire court. His own body will help her do it.
Dark Elven Desires Part 11: The Dark Court’s Toy, by Mia Sumner
The opulence of the Queen’s court assaulted Darrick’s senses as two silent drow guards led him before her. The vast cavern arched endlessly above his head, its peak not even lit by the candles that were everywhere around the court. Ornately carved pillars marked the path towards the Queen’s throne and each step took him past elaborately dressed drow, men and women both. Noble courtiers, he assumed, eyed his progression, faces arranged in careful disinterest. The cold radiated up from the stone floor through his bare feet with every step.
The guards on either side of him proceeded forward until they, and he, were directly in front of the Queen as she lounged on her throne, pale, and beautiful as ever. The memories of how she’d teased and used him came back sharp, laced with shame and self-loathing, and the creature inside him pulsed anyway as his cock hardened.
He glared up at the elf queen, pouring his anger into defiance. Her dark lips curved with amusement as her eyes slid, coolly over his body, and down to his visible erection, evidently recalling their earlier encounter herself. She flicked one finger and the guards turned and left. Even such a small motion commanded total obedience. The whole court was focused on him now, murmuring ceased as silent anticipation pressed down on the room.
Darrick gritted his teeth pouring all his resistance into staring back at the queen. She gestured again with her hand, a gesture almost too small to notice, and he sank to his knees with a grunt as the parasite pulsed again, exerting control in a way it had not done before. The queen’s smile grew larger, her satisfaction evident. Her fingers tracing patterns in the air. Mind screaming, muscles locked, cock throbbing and swelling…
