The echoing stride of the Sovereign did not maintain its path to the grand throne room. Mid-way down the vaulted corridor of the high spire, the icy composure that Hebner Grand wore like armor fractured. The heavy, rhythmic slapping of the door to the lower spires was gone, but the ghost of Hannah McKay's explicit, unvarnished words remained, echoing inside his mind like a persistent curse.
"I want to feel your massive, heavy dick rock inside my wet entrance... fill me up with your royal seed..."
A sudden, violent jolt of pure, subterranean heat slammed into his lower abdomen. The Demon Lord stopped dead in his tracks, his crimson traveling robes swirling around his ankles. His jaw clenched so hard the bone popped, his eyes flashing with a sudden, wild amber fire. He could not face the court like this. He could not sit upon the throne of Voidmore while his body raged in a state of primitive rebellion.
