Belinda is Re-Queened

The dwarves had seen beauties, of all races and ranks, but nothing like this.

A creamy Queen cake, not since Hannah Glass 1,500 centuries ago has they seen a woman like this.

Saggy in the milk white breasts with big nipples, her dusty pink nubs the size of tea cups, a bushy bush, a tushy tush, a belly full and smile mild, a sexy ass that says she's wild, an entire body unadorned, that raises all the dwarven horns.

The head dwarf, over 2,000 years old with white beard down to his ankle went to the queen, squatting on her stool, and threw his head upon the stone floor thrice, his forehead bleeding by the end, his mind reeling as though dunk, not from the hits, dwarven heads are stronger than that, the stone cracked, not him, but from being so near the scent. This sacred sign made all the rest fall to their knees.

Belinda was their new Queen, and she had NO IDEA!