Squealing and shuddering with the pleasure of the moments, the Queen was grasping to him with all grace of her station abandoned, a lustful moan rising from her lips greedy for more as she rocked her hips closer, shuddering all over at the feel of Tehr's body against her own. Her eyes remained shut, her breath racing, she grasped to him tightly while thrusting her hips up against his own to meet him in that rise of pleasure, the queen's last loud sigh of pleasure rising at the heights as her body was rising towards that peak.<br/><br/>Her bliss was in his hands, his to time, it seemed that each thrust pushed her closer and closer to the edge, and it was easy math to call she would be hitting her peak in a few seconds more. She was giving just enough time for a last burst of thrusts if he sought to join her in that heated last dash before the peak.