With every single moment spent in Zara's company, she felt more and more like opium made flesh. The Colonel knew full well that he had the whore entrapped to his well, figuratively and somewhat in the flesh as he slipped his head slightly to the side, allowing her the space to rest her neck against his shoulder with his face stooped forwards to sear his teeth teasingly across her neck, applying sharp, fleeting nips along her skin and leaving behind scarlet welts in its wake.<br/><br/>Neither had he forgotten her ripe, succulent tits even as her sex descended upon him once again, shuddering violently against her before the moans came, eager to have her taut cunt suck him in once more as it sunk it gradually within, joining her whimpers and sighs with joyful panting of his own. The torture of her nipples would only grow harsher as the seconds stretched out between them when they were one flesh once again, the loud fleshy slaps growing all the more audible. Flashman began recounting the tale against her ear, as long as she heeded his order to ride his cock. It was a struggle in itself to resist the pure, animalistic urge to bounce the whore roughly and finishing inside her once again, but a promise is a promise... and he'd hate to ruin the trance-like magic he had cast over her.<br/><br/>"The Queen.. she was found in her bedchambers, naked as the day she was born save for the trinket you now wear. Her kingdom in shambles, her army dead, her servants raped, burnt or murdered. All she had left was her cunt, and with her cunt she begged for her life."