Chapter Twenty: Useless Things

Son of a bitch!

"Soo...how is the marriage life."

The queen drawls once we are alone together as we begin walking towards the ballroom.

"Oh, you know, blissful."

It's hard to walk...it...feels good but nerve-wracking, like my legs would give way or worse, I would orgasm while walking.

Is this how I usually walk? Can others hear the vibrations? Possibly not; there is a lot of commotion, yet still, how the hell can he do this to me and at a public event, no less?

This is no different from exhibitionism!

The plug feels uncomfortable, but the oil worsens it. It burns so good that-

"Any idea when Violet will be here?"

I ask the queen to distract myself; I can do this.

I can, even if my entire body is on fire, even though every inch of me tingles and fusses over the emptiness of my ‘hole’.

"Violet? Oh, she backed out when Alpha Aldrich sent his apologies to us and... scored his invite to today's ball."

"Ah...of course. But...I never expected a man that prideful to apologise."

"Right, me- he