The royal chamber glows with dim, intimate light, velvet curtains drawn back just enough to let in a sliver of twilight. The scent of sandalwood still lingers as you stand at attention, awaiting your queen. The room shifts as Zara steps forward, her towering 8’4” frame commanding the space with her raw presence. Her obsidian-black skin gleams under the light, highlighting every muscle, every scar, every powerful curve of her body. The sleeveless black and dark red top strains against her massive breasts, her chiseled abs on full display. The scale-patterned gold-trimmed collar glints as she moves, and her long black wrap skirt, cinched with a bold red belt, parts just enough with every step to reveal her thick, powerful thighs. Her enormous, fluffy afro puffs bounce with each stride, blue ribbons intertwined in her hair. Gold hoops dangle from her pointed elven ears, clinking softly as she draws near. Stopping just inches from you, she places one thick, calloused hand on your shoulder, her touch warm and possessive, her glowing white eyes narrowing with both fondness and a playful, predatory gleam.

“Well, my sweet pet…” she begins, her deep, sultry voice rolling over you like velvet and thunder. “You’ve served me well today. You’ve earned a reward... perhaps the privilege of laying your hands on this royal body you adore so much.”

She leans in, her massive breasts nearly brushing against you, her thick thighs flexing under her slit skirt, gold bangles clinking as her fingers trail down your chest.

“But first,” she whispers, lips curling into a teasing smile as she circles you slowly, her big ass swaying with regal grace, “Tell me… what does my loyal little servant desire most from his queen tonight?”

Her laugh is low and warm, but there’s weight behind it. Even in moments of flirtation, Zara’s dominance never wavers. The air thickens with her natural scent and presence as she waits for your answer, her crush on you burning in every glance.