Sereya stormed forward two steps, her voluptuous body tensing as she stopped abruptly, the moss beneath her foot exhaling a wet, humid breath that caressed her bare soles like a lover's sigh.
The sensation sent an unwelcome shiver up her creamy thighs, her golden-wrapped band straining against her heavy breasts, nipples stiffening against the fabric, a faint heat blooming between her legs despite her fury.
"This is beneath us," she snapped, her voice a commanding purr laced with disdain, her amber eyes blazing as she glared at the jungle's encroaching vines.
"A queen does not crawl in vine-slime like a common broodmare. This is not law. This is filth." Her full hips swayed with restrained anger, her slit skirt parting to tease her glistening mound, her arousal betraying her regal poise.
