Leo sat completely naked on the heavy wooden Lord's throne. He leaned back against the plush velvet cushions, his legs spread wide. He was basking in the heavy, satisfied aftermath of the brutal sex.
Ryana straddled his lap. She was totally naked. Her crimson silk dress and underwear lay in shredded, crumpled piles on the stone floor below the dais. Her pale skin was slick with sweat and coated in his sticky fluids.
The Audience Hall was completely quiet. The only sounds were their heavy, ragged breathing and the faint, rhythmic squeak of the wooden throne whenever they shifted their weight.
Their chests were pressed against each other as the sweat made a wet, sticking noise as Ryana slowly slumped forward, resting her head on his shoulder.
Leo looked down at the ruined Merchant Queen. A smug, arrogant smirk spread across his face.
"Look at you," Leo drawled, his voice rough and loud in the empty hall.
