The White Pawn frowned as he heard his controller’s order. It seemed to have little immediate effect on the game, and if he moved any further he would fall into the powerful clutches of the Black Queen with none of his allies to protect him. He shot a glimpse over at her, staring predatorily at the pieces around her and running a finger seductively over her nether lips, and resisted the urge to begin pumping his iron-hard erection. His seed was to be saved for his captures, not spilt idly on the board.
He took a step forward and waited for Black’s response.
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