Re: But he was my trouble.
Her skirt was... coming up. Something about that fact felt filthy under the current circumstances and despite that, once her legs had the freedom to do so, she wrapped them around Nate and reeled him in until he was firmly within her grasp. He moaned on her, and she moaned right back, their excitements swirling together like ingredients in a rich, indulgent recipe. Once he touched to her... his outraged bulge to the center of her panties... Zap was lost to him. She couldn't have told you when her dress was let down in front, but she remembered his mouth touching her chest for the very first time.
And while her knees held tight to keep Nate locked in place, her hands had gone back to his hair. She didn't need to use her fingers to undress the warlock she was grinding against. The fabric of his garments had begun to unweave at her prompting. They disappeared... each thread pulling away from its brother, then turning to ash in the air around them, with no one to witness the feat. Nate's face had been pushed down between her (achy) breasts and her own eyes were shut while she sunk her teeth into his left ear and scraped her fingers down his newly bare back. Oh good god he was wide.
Their hips were moving in tandem, but just as Nate had given a frustrated tear to her clothes, she pulled back and glanced down at what was left of Nathaniel's outfit. Underwear. Garters. Shoes and socks. She grinned at him and her head fell back in laughter, clearly amused at their odd states of undress. Without a warning, her smile disappeared and her free, left hand moved to seized Caltrops' erection. She shuddered and tilted forward involuntarily at the first feel of him. "I like those," she said of his manties. They could live to see another day. They were yanked down, suddenly, by her magical inclinations, and she reclaimed his cock. Zap's fingers quivered against his bare skin, full of excitement and anticipation, and she began to stroke him slowly and firmly, hoping to convey the rhythm she desired when he entered her. All the while, her eyes had been on Nate's, and her right hand had remained on his neck to help support herself. Her knees bent, pulling him closer again. "You should flirt more often," the queen told her adviser before she bit her teeth around his lower lip and squeeze his head in her fist.