<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A throaty moan escaped Zara when the Colonel laid her back on her silk sheets and proceeded to ravish her mouth, her body humming with the pleasure she felt at having him on top of her, the pressure of his body on top of hers leaving her feeling trapped. She didn't mind; she would have let him do anything and everything he wanted to her. Trinket or no trinket, Zara was enjoying herself a lot. So much so that all thoughts outside of her bedroom had been left there; there was no Fiona, no beautiful bodyguard, no hurt Anel. Just...the Colonel.<br/><br/>When he slid out of her, Zara shuddered, her hips rising on their own to prolong the inevitable before his cock left her, hungry and empty. She breathed a bit raggedly, her breasts rising and falling as she watched him through lust-crazed eyes. When she saw the tool that he had used to penetrate her with, the whore couldn't help but to lick her lips, already debating sitting up and taking his length inside her mouth. But as all women, she was distracted when the trinket appeared, the jewels flashing in welcome.<br/><br/>Sitting up in bed, she moved slowly, shifting closer to him until she had her back to him and her hand reached up to brush her hair aside. She closed her eyes, ready to feel the weight of the jewels against her throat. She wanted to feel what the Queen felt, wanted the power...and the blood...that came from such a gift. Some women might find the gift cursed, possessed by the blood and bad deeds of the queen before...but Zara didn't care. She wanted it all; wanted to be fucked while she wore it.<br/><br/>She was the Queen now.</span>