With the touch of magic added to the festivities ahead, the Queen gazed at him with her parted thighs tensing and relaxing as he brought his face in close to her sex, her consort there for her and her alone in the night she planned to go through with marking every last part of him if she had her way, and she planned to only go to bed to actually sleep when the grin on her face would've be enough to make a cheshire cat green with envy. Given his touch in previous times, it might not be an exaggeration either she though to herself while arching up, her buns tight on the blanket, her mound trembling at the touch of his lips and tongue, her hands grasping upon the sheets. She wasn't gushing upon his face the instant his tongue and fingers came to run along the lips of her sex, but the waiting and the excitement of the act ahead were putting her in a nice and receptive state to his attentions.<br/><br/><strong>"Aahhhmm! Mmmhh I have missed your touch my consort, so I grow greedy for it when I have it. Spoil and ruin me just a little, won't you?"</strong>She let out a warm purring sound but held herself before him, a modest rise of her hips brushing her lips to his own at their touch, 'rising up to the kiss' a little more greedily before setting down upon the bed once more. The fingers of her left hand reaching to brush along his head as her right hand trailed up to play along one of her exposed breasts, her eyes shut soon after as a moan accompanied the tremor running through her as the damp, puffy sex kept trying to drench his fingers and lips, the tease towards her peak building up. The sheets would be soaked by the end of the night, perhaps by the end of the hour, but it was apparent she was loving it if the fingers seeking to caress the back of his head were any indication.<br/><br/><strong>"Rising, and quickly, coming close..."</strong>She whispered in a somewhat broken tone while inhaling deeply, and with her stomach clenching as the heat rushed through her whole being from her core the queen squealed briefly, the trembling voice turning into a loud, pleased moan of rapture, the first gush of her thicker juice upon his face and lips an urgent release followed by more, the trembling in her legs showing but she kept trying to lift her bum to push her slit up while the magic worked its way and more of the thick, musky scent wafted into the air with every splash of the thick feminine juice and the sweatdrops showing on her thighs skin briefly.<br/><br/>It was only the start but she was not unprepared either, as a gesture towards the night-table revealed, a pitcher of cool water it seemed along with a pair of glasses. She made no indication of moving for them yet, but it appeared that she had made some preparations to keep from feeling too dehydrated later on, though whether or not a lone pitcher no matter what the size would really make up for what she was going to be gushing would remain to be seen.<br/><br/>If there were guards outside her quarters in range of hearing, they were obviously instructed to not interfere, or the place spelled for silence, but either way the night was theirs and theirs alone.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Considered a couple of options and played around with them, ended up with going with the above for now.</div></div>