Black: Queen f6 to a1

The Black Queen’s imperious features twisted with anger as she watched a lowly White Pawn pleasure himself with the wise Bishop, but she knew that the priestess’s sacrifice had been necessary to bait the trap that she was now about to spring. Her long, shapely legs propelled her into a sprint as she charged across the board deep into the heart of White’s ranks, smashing into the towering Rook with a thunderous crash that sent it toppling to the ground.

The Rook’s crew spilled out, facing the Queen with fear clouding their features. Smiling predatorily, she crooked a finger at them, beckoning them to test themselves against her Amazonian might. Most of the crew broke and fled at the intimidating sight, leaving only a single man to tremulously face down his adversary.

Wasting no time, the Black Queen flung herself at him, using her superior strength to easily bear him to the ground. He struggled against her to no avail as she pinned him down and mounted him, riding his cock until he blew his load deep inside her and slumped to the ground, spent.

Still unsatisfied, the Queen stood back up, sniffing disdainfully at the man’s lack of endurance. She contemptuously flicked a drop of cum off of her soaked labia and stared down the White Queen’s Bishop, who inched away from her, fearing that he would meet the same fate as the Rook.