She nodded mutely, her eyes trembling with fear, and turned.
Now she faced the swarm of butterflies. Thousands of faces pressed against translucent barriers, all watching her. Her friends. Her fellow warriors. Her people.
All about to witness her deflowering.
'I... I'm doing this for them. To show them it's safe. To show them we can survive.'
She positioned herself like a frog on his thighs—knees bent, feet planted on his muscular legs for balance, his cock positioned beneath her dripping pussy.
She tried to lower herself.
The tip pressed against her entrance.
Squelch.
It slipped to the side, too thick, too hard.
She tried again.
Squelch.
Slipped again.
'It won't... it won't fit...'
Panic started to build in her chest.
But then hands—soft, female hands—grasped the shaft beneath her.
The three queens. Helvora, Seris, Vyrena. Still kneeling, cum still dripping from their faces, they guided his cock to her entrance properly.
