The physical attraction The Queen had to Wolf was unmistakable<br/><br/>"I will feel much better when those gonads are seperated from the rest of you. You will strike a fine figure with your incredibly size and build naked and on display with no trace of breeding parts except for a sizable scar between your legs."<br/><br/>The Queen looked down at Wolf spreading his muscular thighs. Every buldging vein pumping blood to the big dumb dick, his huge sensitive cum laden testicles, the tender salty sack they hung in, the tight circumcised skin of his shaft and the plump flared head; it was an exquisite site for the cock hungry queen. He offered it all up willingly, trusting that his beloved mate knew what was best.<br/><br/>"You are willing to be cut smooth as our whore son? You have no reservations about the pleasure you will never feel again? And you won't feel upset by it, compromising our ability to fall uncompromisingly in love all over again. It would be a travesty to ruin your chances for love just because of a big ugly dick that isn't even yours. Will wolf be a good eunuch?"<br/><br/>In fairness it wasn't as if Wolf could actually refuse The Queen her right. She reminded him he would be expected to carry on without complaining as a eunuch. Wolf had been tender and understanding this whole time. A pure truth of Andras existed as Wolf. The Queen didn't see Andras as dead, just a portion of him lost. The foundation was there.<br/><br/>The Queen kneeled on the floor between Wolf's powerful legs. She loosened her robe letting it fall open to her waist, revealing her luxurious breasts. She took a moment to ask about the needs of her mate  "We have spoken a lot about what you must do for us. Very little has been said about what we can do for you. What would nake Wolf happy? We can see what we love about you still in your heart."<br/><br/>The Wolf's heart, a powerful treasure that worked hard beneath his inflated milkable pecs to provide his hot red blood to his body. Part of the Queen wanted to cut Wolf smooth. She hadn't decided if she would or not yet. "We always played little games with out bonded mate. We would tease him to guide him to speaking or acting in a way that gave us pleasure. We value the truth in our authority. You seek the truth to find who you are. What if we changed our games to just tell you what we want. We want to hear you are completely in support of having that hyperactive meat between your legs removed as brutally as we desire. We want you to use your incredible masculinity to justify it and why you will be fine. That's true isn't it? You are an alpha male lunar exalted. You take pain and punishment without wory of hesitation. Our Andras even liked it. We hope you will as well."<br/><br/>Thick red liquid began to seep from the corners of The Queen's eyes. She Then we want you to comfort "We want you to assure us that you will always love us and if you are to be our chosen eunuch you will embrace the role with the same care and pride we have come to expect from you."<br/><br/>The Queen actually began to cry her blood honey tears. She fell onto the junk between Wolf's legs. She burried her face in the nutsack and held the mighty dick close to her. Andras put a lot of love and effort into those parts all for her. They were a source of desire and comfort so she used them like a pillow to cry into. She wasn't sobbing hysterically. That wouldn't be her but tears were quite extreme for her.<br/><br/>"You being hurt was fun for the both of us. We never wanted to hurt you like what happened in the arena. We had a plan.  Andras wouldn't hurt us, he would surrender his life, forsaking a victory he desired and wait with love and dignity for his genitals and his head to be cut from him. The hive would still win the competition as if he had won for us, which would comfort him. It would be moving for everyone to see him ready to make that sacrifice. Then. . . Then we would surrender too. He, you, would see us throwing away any prestige from the cockfight because our love for you. The Queen kneeled because of love for her slave. It would have been something no one expected, and it was for you. The part of you that was killed died thinking we cared more for the cockfight than him. An alpha man is prepared to sacrifice himself. It is his honor to do so. But not like that. WE meant to honor  YOU!"