Black: Queen h4 to e4

Twas at that moment that the black queen knew she'd have the first "kill" of the day. She ran-- and quite quickly in her long-flowing leopard-skin gown, it should be noted-- straight across the board toward one unsuspecting male pawn. Seeing the queen's dash but far too late, the white knight tried in vain to catch the curvy goddess with the blunt of his spear. Had he been successful, he would have been glad to utilize the business end of quite another spear indeed.

The white pawn had no chance as a shrill black banshee threw herself upon him, tearing away at his pauper suit and separating him from his impotent weapon with ease. She ran her hands all over his now naked body and then dropped him to the floor.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned devilishly, standing over the fallen soldier, clearly in command. Not hesitating, the queen bunched up her skirt and bared to the white man her royal African pussy. Even the knight gawked openly at this woman's bare black ass. -So plump and juicy,- he thought to himself.

The white pawn laid flat on his back, his arms and legs sprawled on the floor and the only weapon he had left held high in the virtual air. "Drawing your sword upon a woman of royalty?" the queen gasped, "I shall teach you how to behave, young knave." With that she tucked the hardened cock into the sheath of her body and rode. Groaning with ecstasy, the pawn replied by stabbing himself at the queen's midnight cunt. A few short moments later, he sprayed her insides with his pearly seed and fell silent. "Finished so soon?" the queen chuckled. She stood back up and surveyed her heaving conquest.

With some ring in her voice, the black controller relinquished the next move, but not before declaring that which all chess players dread: "Check." The white contoller saw that indeed, his king was threatened.

The black queen licked her full lips.