The adaptive resonance chamber finished reshaping with a low mechanical hum. The walls turned into endless mirrors, and the floor rose into a wide elevated platform that floated a foot off the ground.
A massive throne formed at the center, black and imposing, with restraints built into the arms and base.
Elizabeth dropped onto it like she owned everything in the room, legs spread wide, fingers lazily circling her slick pussy as she stared down at the two women on all fours.
"Look at my pretty saints," she said, voice thick with hunger. "On all fours. Crawl to your Emperor and present those divine holes for inspection."
Calypso and Bela moved at once. Their heavy breasts swung with each crawl, nipples dragging lightly against the floor.
Calypso's pregnant belly hung low, already leaking thin streams of milk that left wet trails behind her. Bela's silver hair fell forward, the divine markings on her back and thighs pulsing with soft silver light.
