King laughed silently. White wine had chilled in a bucket beside his bed. A zipper. Then his own stomach quaked and his balls tightened. He was not much of a gentleman, but King knew how quickly things could become unbearable if no attention was paid to lubrication. ‘Aaaaaaaagggghhh!’ he roared, and somewhere a dog started barking. The breeze slipped through his office window, perfumed with lavender that he imagined rested in dewy drops on soft necks and breasts in the village outside. Diana heard a belt buckle open. He was at full reach now, the head of his cock making real contact with Diana’s cervix. Looking down on her, he saw how truly beautiful she was… a woman that people had cheered and followed like madmen. Many of them had spent a lifetime fighting their own urges, futilely struggling to save a few fellow humans that (they would later realize) were only hairy skin bags, full of soggy organs. He tackled her from the side and she exhaled a long, satisfied breath, betraying immediately that she had already spotted – and waited – for his assault. His big palms pushed into her face and tits, before he found the buttons of her trousers and she felt them nearly torn off her body.
