Their was no way in hell, pun quite intended, he could possibly struggle against the women guards the Queen had summoned. That does not, in fact, stop him from trying though. A bit of wriggling, and some harsh chirping sound that may have been an expletive or insult in that strange language of his, were all that his resistance amounted to, though.<br/><br/>It might be funny, but mostly, it was kind of pathetic, especially with how his erect member just danced around in the breeze with his wriggling.<br/><br/>As they started to bind him, he huffed, in clear exasperation, and dislike at the situation. "What am I e-<em>OOH!</em>" He had been about to ask her what was he even doing here, why had he been taken? But as he had begun to ask the question, her hand had found its way to his member once more; the gasping of sudden delight is in time with her sheathing herself around his member.<br/><br/>He whined, in a manner that some might find cute--others, annoying-- in meek, weak protest at the overwhelming sensation of her interior. It felt quite unlike anything he had ever experienced before. As much as he might hate himself for it, he had once again found himself practically melting against the smoking, infernally hot Queen, and her wild ministrations.