His cock twitched. The movement, the involuntary, biological response of a divine organ being discussed in the context of its function, was there. The empress, her hands on his back, felt the shift. The water, the ripple, was there.
"Queen," he said. His voice was low. "Remove your clothes."
The words, the command, the direct, absolute, non-negotiable command, were there. The empress, her melodic voice, the sharp intake of breath, was there. Her hands, on his back, stopped.
"I..." she whispered. Her voice was shaking.
"Now," he said. His voice was soft. Final.
His cock twitched. The movement, the involuntary, biological response of a divine organ being discussed in the context of its function, was there. The empress, her hands on his back, felt the shift. The water, the ripple, was there.
"Queen," he said. His voice was low. "Remove your clothes."
