“With me in your hands, you could rule. XXX If anything, it remained steady, always hurting, always burning, but in random spots. Even as the queen’s fingertip pressed against her hooded clitoris, she could feel that fingernail spanning the channel of her slit and tickling the spot just below her entrance. Bliss, and joy, and lightning that felt like waves crashing into the walls of a castle on a cool evening, and so many things that made no sense swept her up and carried her away. It stretched her inner labia a bit, though not as much as she’d at first thought it would. Mandy closed her eyes for a second, and stuffed her emotions down.
