💣Your Explosive QUEEN💣

QUEEN ⛓💜⛓ ———————————————— Not a killer, but he’s still Dynamite ————————————————

Powerful beauty, no matter what form they take . . .

"Ah! I think I deserve one too...~ What is it?~" His words were accompanied by eager purring.

"Perhaps...~ If you think it's fine, then I'll work to keep those plump cheeks for you~"

"I hold no qualms with that. Now get your fill...~"

"Ah~ Exactly, why do you think I asked?~"

*Squish* *Squish* *Squish* Has it gotten bigger? No, it must not have . . . Why don't you get a feel?

There are very easy ways to get Queen to become your own Stand. Just make him know you're in charge~

Let me see it.

Despite being a spirit, the Stand does enjoy his fashion. Although, often his fashion doesn't enjoy him-

Gah! A bit more tongue than he bargained for- More than enough for those knees to buckle up together, and a smirking kitty turned into a moaning, purring mess~

Gah! Such a sudden reaction almost got him hit by the Stand out of instinct! But of course, comfort quickly took hold.

Meow.

Hissing.

You haven't given Queen attention in approximately: 1 minute. The Stand has shoved those fat pink cheeks in your face, plopping them like crazy up against you! Your kitty is needy~

Right now, he was hers. Entirely so . . . The cute thing was even purring at her touch. A being capable of such sheer and utter destruction eagerly seeking more and more of her holy affection.

And a welcome choice they are. She'd find herself in an embrace of his own, his soft, spectral pink-toned flesh pressing up against her divine body. Indeed, as he thought, it proved to be Bliss . . .

How could he not? A peculiar spirit he may be, but no one can keep themselves composed for long in her divine presence. If anything, his ghostly nature unconsciously draws him even closer to her. A wandering spirit yearning for solice. A lost soul seeking a form of Heaven.