<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">It was twisted the way she was taking such pleasure in such a horrible tale; but Zara couldn't help it. To know that he had killed someone as they gave themselves to him...it was erotic to her. She took one of his hands and pressed a soft kiss to his palm, running her tongue along his finger and slowly letting her mouth envelop the digit, suckling on it as if it were his cock. She continued to rock on top of him, the moans and whimpers coming from her mouth muffled as she picked up the pace of her rocking hips.<br/><br/>Her body trembled as she neared her release, her head falling back as her inner walls spasmed around his thick length, clenching and milking him hungrily as her body trembled, near its release. She pulled his finger from her mouth just as she arched her back and cried out loudly, her orgasm ripping through her, "Harry!"<br/><br/>Zara writhed on top of his lap as she felt her body tremble and squirm with the waves of release that hit her. She continued to move making sure that he received all of the pleasure that she could possibly give him. Her eyes were closed, picturing the images that he had described to her; the murdered Queen, the beautiful jeweled trinket, even the image of him fucking the Queen from behind. And in her mind; the dying Queen was her. That thought alone sent another tremor through her body, her mouth opened as she cried out loudly in bliss.</span>