The thought that such a lowly creature could **** her to retreat burned in the White matriarch’s mind, and she occupied her thoughts for a moment with fantasies of sexual degradations to be performed on her adversary, but it was not to be. Growling with suppressed rage, she took a step back, out of the Pawn’s attack range. Relief and disappointment warred on the Pawn’s face as her opportunity to face the Queen was lost.
In other circumstances, the White Pawns currently admiring the Queen’s sculpted rear would have offered to pleasure and service her as the Black Pawn had done for her own Queen earlier, to relieve her stress and taunt their opponents. But seeing the stormy look on her face, they refrained; anything that might break her focus on utterly destroying their enemies must now be set aside.
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