As the order rang out, the pawn shivered. She had cheered along with the rest at their queen's victories, but the violation of the queen's bishop had unnerved her. But, despite herself, she had found watching her spiritual leader be so brutally used to be perversely arousing. She shuffled forward slowly, her thighs pressed together to hold the wetness in.
Then, she saw her queen, proud and regal amidst the men that surrounded her, grin at her and make an encouraging gesture. Pride filled her, and she resolved to make her mark on the aggressor army.
She began to walk forward more casually, a spring in her step shacking her hips and making her bare breasts jiggle.
One of the opposing pawns noticed her antics, and tapped his neighbour on the shoulder. They turned to watch.
Aroused further by their scrutiny, she slid a hand under he loincloth and began playing with herself. As more and more of the enemy turn to look at her, she cast the cloth aside, revelling in their gazes, daring them to come for her as she rammed her fingers into her cunt. |