Black: Queen a1-a2

The Black Queen was not concerned by the revealed threat; it was a simple matter to remove herself from its range—and perform another capture in the process.

The White Pawn’s eyes widened as she advanced on him, but he was not fast enough to prevent her from sweeping him off his feet, toppling him to the checkered floor. She was about to pin him down and ride his cock as she had for so many others of his ilk, but an idea occurred to her suddenly as she saw him lying supine.

She stalked over to him and crouched down to bring her royal pussy to bear on his body—but instead of impaling it on his erection as before, she pressed it against his mouth.

His protests were muffled by her facesit, and as she began to grind herself against his features, her slender fingers wrapped themselves around his exposed shaft and began jerking it swiftly.

The Pawn’s sexual endurance served him ill as he gave up his seed to her hand after only a few moments, bucking and jerking under her in the throes of his orgasm, but she remained astride him until her own climax took her with a scream and she dominantly soaked his face with her juices.

Another Pawn had stood in front of her most recent conquest, and he stared at her in horror as she captured his companion—but, she noticed with glee, his erection had not diminished one bit.