The rhythmic click of six-inch heels on the cold dungeon floor immediately woke the King of Spades. It was like a secondary response; he heard those footsteps, and his body was suddenly on high alert. He didn't even need to see the person they belonged to, because he knew. By cards, he knew.

He cracked open his eyes just enough to peer out into the darkness. From his mattress on the floor, gazing upwards, he watched Queen approach powerfully.

Queen lit up the room even in the damp dungeon. Her face screen glowed ominously, while her sleek white arms and legs caught the measly light from sad burning torches. Her azure lips curled in an honest devious grin.

"Congratulations!" She announced. Her voice bounced off the walls and pierced King's ears. "You Are Our 1000th Visitor! Ready To Claim Your Prize (Limited Time Offer; Super Cool)?"

King growled low. He rolled over, putting his back to Queen.

"Go away."

Queen laughed robotically. Her footsteps continued their approach towards the jail cell. She tossed her arms up in a shrug.

"Did You Miss The Part About A Special, Super Epic Prize?" The word LMAO flashed across her screen in bright red letters.

"I am simply not interested in your games. I am tired. Leave me be tonight."

"Yeah I Am: Not Going To Do That."

King said nothing. He threw his arm over his head and covered his ears.

Queen pursed her lips. She sighed.

"You Can Ignore Me But I Am Still Going To Stay Here Being Super Annoying. Check This Out."

Queen opened her mouth and from it poured the grinding sound of dial-up internet. It was loud.

King pressed his arm tighter to his head, desperately trying to block out the noise. In response, Queen increased her volume.

Finally, with gritted teeth, King threw himself up and twisted around to look at her. He snarled, baring a mouth full of sharp, jagged teeth. Likewise, his belly-mouth hung open, panting hard and growling.

"Have you not TORMENTED me enough as is? BEGONE from here! What could you possibly WANT from me?"

Queen stopped her noise. She grinned even harder; her mouth stretched almost comically in size. She leaned forward, wrapping her hands around the jail cell bars. HORNY flashed across her eyes.

"You Know Exactly What I Want, Kingy Wingy."

King paused. His lower mouth salivated, his second tongue coming forth to swipe at its blubbery lips. A low growl escaped his second mouth.

"You can't be serious," King said. He scanned Queen's visor, looking for any type of give or indication in her expression that she was messing with him. He couldn't find anything.

All she gave him was her devious grin.

"You Are Lonely In That Cell, Right?"

King's lower tongue licked its lips again. Quietly, he eyed her up and down. Her clothes were tight to her body, showing off her breasts and her synthetic curves. In her high heels, she was easily the same height as King, maybe even an inch or two taller.

He always liked that about her. Even if her personality sometimes was unsavoury and hard to handle for extended periods, she was attractive. Extremely attractive.

King exhaled heavily. He furrowed his brows.

"...What about the other kings in their cages? Or the guards?"

"Sleeping Like Little Pumpkins In A Sleepy Pumpkin Patch. Also What Guards LOL?" Queen laughed robotically. "As If You Would Want To Escape These Sick Digs?"

Queen stroked her hand suggestively down the iron jail bar. She produced a pair of eyebrows to the top of her screen and wiggled them.

King grumbled. For a genuine moment, he considered rolling over and putting his back to Queen; she would give up and leave eventually. She had an entire slew of butlers and maids and servants that, no doubt, were brought with her to Castle Town (she was never satisfied without a posse). He hated to think of giving her the upper hand, plus, there was always some kind of catch with her.

Queen tapped her foot. She hummed a staticky, monotone tune.

"Take Your Time. Really." She said, "I Have. All. Night."

"I'm thinking," King grumbled.

Queen continued to stroke the jail bar absently. She also openly let her eyes wander across King's hulking mass.

"What Is There To Think About? Are You Going To Pass This: Hot Mama (?) Up?"

King said nothing. He continued to stare at her. He squinted a little.

Slowly, Queen's smile slipped off. She sighed heavily and lolled her head to the side.

"If You Are Actually Going To Take Forever. Check THESE Out."

She tore open her shirt, flashing her porcelain white breasts. As the cold dungeon air hit her synthetic skin and her pert, azure nipples, she grinned.

King noticeably perked up with surprise at the sight. Queen cast her shirt aside. Her breasts bounced.

"Tity."

"...I see that."

King hated that he found her as attractive as he did. His mouth watered as she groped herself, her fingers sliding over her soft nipples. She pinched them and moaned dramatically.

King's breath caught. He felt his dick twitch at the sight.

"Whaddya Say? One For Old Time's Sake?" Queen pressed her body against the iron bars. She writhed and pushed her breasts together around the bar, grinning. BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS flashed across her screen rhythmically, like she was a Las Vegas sign.

King couldn't help imagining his cock sliding between her inviting breasts and into her mouth.

His belly mouth drooled. It panted and grinned. Trying to keep casual, King wiped it off with his arm.

He knew he couldn't trust Queen. She was smarter than she often let on, and she usually hid her true intentions behind a silly persona and humour. Knowing his good luck, she'd work him up and then laugh as she walked out, just because she could. She got off on playing with King's head, and King loathed to admit that he loved it too.

Finally, King growled, "What's in it for ME?"

"That Is A Stupid Question." Queen replied, TRUTH on her monitor. "Come F*ck (Fuck) Around And Find Out."

Finally, with a certain amount of disdain mixed with his excitement, King rolled off his mattress on the floor. He lumbered towards Queen. His heavy footsteps shook the floor slightly. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass, for Queen always managed to double cross him somehow, but he would risk it this one time.

"FINE. Let's do THIS."

King stepped up to the jail bars. Scowling on top, his lower mouth opened wide; from it darted his drooling spaded tongue.

Queen grinned with excitement. King couldn't help noticing her body shudder.

"Oh Hell Yes!" She exclaimed. She gripped the jail bars as the King's spades tongue crept into the top of her high-waisted pants and tore them down past her knees.

Her sides from her ribs to her bony hips were adorned with little vent holes. As her excitement rose, they gushed hot air. Her internal fans whirred.

Queen kicked off her pants completely, letting them become discarded with her top. She then thrust her leg between the cell bars, wrapped it mostly around the King's waist and pushed herself as close to him as she could. Her processors briefly stalled as the hot breath from the King's panting belly-mouth washed over her.

"Show Me What Dat Mouth Do."

King put his paw fully over her breast first. He kneaded it, growling, and let his thumb brush over her nipple. His other hand grasped her hip, pulling her close and keeping her steady. His lower tongue slid between her legs and swiped across her wet snatch.

She wasn't organic; she tasted like electric shocks and bitter metal. But once he had that first taste again, King can't get his mouth around her enough. The tip of his tongue pushed through her folds, exploring every inch. He prodded at her hole, teasing, and then pulled back to circle around her clit instead.

Queen threw her head back in ecstasy. Her open mouth grinned, her body rocked against King's fat tongue.

"I Hate Giving You Anything But No One Does This Sh*t (Shit) Like You, Kingy." Queen moaned.

King scowled, as to keep up appearances that he most certainly was not doing this for Queen. His paw laid heavy on Queen's hip. He pinched her nipple just to feel her squirm.

His own heart raced. His cock twitched and strained in his body suit. As he pressed closer, pushing his tongue completely against her, he managed to rut his hard cock on her thigh a bit.

"What are you going to give ME after this?" King growled.

"IDFK I Am Busy Right Now Ask Me Again In Like Two Minutes LOL."

"I want to see you on your KNEES. BEGGING for me."

Queen admittedly moaned a little. She rode his tongue. Her voice stuttered. "You Are Not Even A K-Ing Anymore Bro, Where Do You Get Off Making De-Mands?"

King's tongue pulled back to her clit and circled it. He pressed down on it and flicked it.

Queen moaned, her monotone voice clicking with static. She rocked her body harder and harder into the King's mouth. Her fans whirred angrily.

"Oh Shit (Fuck) I Am Definitely Overheating." She gasped. Numbers flashed wildly across her visor. "Internal Core Temperature Reaching: 69 Degrees Celsius. Proceed At Own Risk."

King dropped his hand from her tit to her hip. He dug his claws into her silicone flesh, to hold her firmly in place. His fat tongue lolled across her snatch. With his upper mouth, he licked and sucked her nipple instead. Then, he bared his teeth and gently scraped them over her nipple; he didn't bite down, but he really, really wanted to.

Queen writhed. Pleasure and heat built up inside her, almost scalding hot. She clutched onto King's arm and the jail bars for dear life, as if they were the last thing keeping her standing. Her vents gushed hot air, though most of them were blocked by King's meaty paws holding her waist. On a whim, she snaked her hand down between them, extending her robotic arm unnaturally, to palm King's hard-on through his own tights.

King grunted and sighed. He wished there was no space between them. He wished he could pull her into him completely and bury his face into her pussy and touch her everywhere. And, in return, to have her touch every part of him. Not just lazily through his clothes, he wanted to put his cock down her throat and ravage her. Take what he wanted for once.

But Queen got whatever she wanted when she wanted it. King was guilty of spoiling her that way, too.

Queen's moans pitched upwards. Her body tensed; steam poured out of the vents on her side. King grinned, worked his tongue faster against her, gripped her harder, with the intention of breaking skin and leaving some sort of mark. He shifted to suck on her other tit, his teeth also grazing the soft skin there.

Then his hand, pressed flushed to Queen's side, started to heat up. Moments later, as King licked his way through her folds and into her hole, he noted that she was hot—like scalding hot.

Quickly, the heat became too much to stand. It turned into a burning sensation. He tried to withdraw his tongue, but as if sensing this were going to happen, Queen locked her leg around him. Her hand shot out, abandoning his aching cock, and gripping his tongue instead. She squeezed, mouth panting, and body shaking.

"Not Yet!" Queen cried. Her hips bucked wildly against the King. "Orgasm Status: Downloading! Pleasure Cortex: Rising!"

Her body continued to heat up to dangerous levels. King's paws and tongue burned. He scrunched up his face with pain, an angry rumble escaping his mouth. Yet still, like a man possessed, he continued to work his tongue against her.

Her body buzzed with energy. Her screen flickered incomprehensibly.

"Pleasure Cortex Reaching: 8997, 8998, 8999...!"

Queen threw back her head with a cry that sounded like hissing electric cables.

"Over 9-0-0-0!!!!" She screamed.

Scalding hot fluid gushed over King's tongue. He let out a cry of his own and fell back the moment she released her grip.

"You BURNED me!" King snarled. He rubbed his palm across his belly. His poor tongue hung out of his panting mouth, trying desperately to soothe the burn.

Queen panted and gasped. She sagged against the jail bars, smiling stupidly. Two red @ symbols appeared on her visor.

"Wowie Mama That Was Good."

"YOU BURNED ME!" King hollered again, louder, and more forcefully.

Queen's visor blinked black again. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Uh I Told You I Was Overheating." The words DUMB and ASS flashed interchangeably across Queen's visor. She shrugged her shoulders. "You Ought To Know Better By Now, Of All Ex-Kings."

King seethed. He knew better than to trust Queen or give her any time, but he also couldn't help himself. A sick curiosity kept him in place. As she paced the room now, her heels clicking against the stone floor, King followed her with his eyes.

"You Know What I Could Really Go For Right Now? A Tall Glass of Battery Acid (Ages 3 And Up)TM."

Queen grinned. She turned her head towards the dark hallway of the dungeon and announced, "Oh Rolls Royce Or Whatever?"

"No." King uttered. His expression crumpled into a look of pure fury and rage. "NO."

But it was true.

Rouxls Kaard came sliding in, with a nervous goofy smile on his face and a martini glass of battery acid in his hand.

"Good eveninge mine ex-king! How fancy to meet-eth you at this houre!" Rouxls announced. Standing beside Queen, he was about a head shorter than her. His slimy face dripped steadily.

First, Rouxls handed the glass to Queen, who happily accepted. Then, Rouxls bowed at the waist to her. He took her free hand and kissed the back of it. His sparkling white hair fell in front of his face.

"Thou art lookinge most beautiful, mine wonderous Queene!" Rouxls announced, as he suavely pushed his hair from his face. "Thou're eyes art like-eth an oceane. And thou're breasts, art also an oceane."

A question mark appeared on her visor. "I Do Not Have Eyes?"

Rouxls sweat profusely. His smile turned strained and awkward. "Oh... Well, 'tis mostly a figure of speecheth..."

Queen shrugged and sipped her battery acid. "I Guess I Will Take It (Wtf)."

"You have to be FUCKING joking," King growled.

Queen turned her head towards King. She grinned, toasting her drink to him.

"What Is Wrong, Kingy Wingy? Is This: Not How You Expected Your Night To Go?"

LMAO flashed across her visor as she laughed loudly into the dungeon. Rouxls nervously laughed along with her, until King turned a killer stare towards him. Rouxls promptly shut his mouth.

"I Thought You Might Want Some Good Old-Fashioned Entertainment." Queen shrugged her shoulders. "Since You Cannot Like Look Up Porn In There Or Whatever, I Will Bring It To You."

"The LAST thing I want to see is this Card-forsaken IDIOT getting LAID."

"Well I Guess You Will Have To Plug Your Ears Then," Queen announced. She slammed her glass on the ground with a small explosion, then twisted to point dramatically at King. "Cause I Am About To Get Funky With This... Weird Slimy Guy I Found. To Torment You."

"You disgust me." King rumbled.

"Scanning Internal Devices... Could Not Locate File: GiveAFlyingFBomb.exe." TRUTH flashed across her visor.

She turned sharply back to Rouxls.

"Anyway Rucksack Drop Those Cool Pantaloons And Let Us Get It On (Like Donkey Kong)."

"Aye, aye, mine liege!!"

All King could do was stare on in disbelief. He knew he shouldn't have expected anything less from Queen, yet he still managed to be surprised. Rouxls meanwhile was kind of an idiot, King never expected much of him to begin with.

Rouxls pulled down his flashy blue pants as asked, all while nervously avoiding King's hard glare. Queen meanwhile sunk to her knees; unfazed, she looked directly at King. She grinned pointedly.

"Why The Sour Look, Kingy Wingy? You Wanted Me On My Knees After All."

"Horrid WENCH," King growled in response.

She wrapped her hand around Rouxls' gooey blue cock. He sucked in a hard breath as she pumped it, his nervous grin spreading wider.

"O-oh, mine most wonderous-eth Queene...!"

Both King and Queen spoke up at the same time, with varying tones in their voices.

"SHUT UP."

"Listen Uh Rocksells? Try This On For Size: Be As Quiet As Possible. As Much As I Love Your Silly Accent." FALSE

Inwardly desperate to keep his position as the most important part of Queen's army of servants, Rouxls nodded dutifully.

"Y-yes, mine liege! Anythinge thou asketh me for!"

"Good Worm(?)!" Queen stroked him fully again, her fingers sliding easily up and down his length. She turned to look again at King. "How Are My Moves So Far?"

"Leave me OUT of this."

"Okay Sourpuss, Have It Your WayTM."

Rouxls opened his mouth to add in his own two cents, but before the words could form, Queen slid her mouth over the head of his dick.

Any words and even any thoughts Rouxls had seemingly died at that moment. His expression stuck in that of shock and glee, he stared down at Queen as she pulled him further in her mouth.

King sucked in a shaking breath of his own. His cock twitched and hardened in his body suit. Against his better judgement, he cupped himself through his clothes, growling lowly.

Queen bobbed her head, lavishly taking her time to swallow every inch. As she took him to the base, Rouxls' eyes rolled back in his head. He grabbed Queen by the shoulders, unsure if he should touch her head or not.

All King could do was watch with burning jealousy. He sagged against the jail bars, stroking himself openly through his clothes.

Queen pulled off Rouxls for a second. Instead, she dragged her lips across his length, smudging her lipstick in her wake, across her porcelain white cheeks and Rouxls' cock. She then looked pointedly at King. NICE flashed across her visor.

King moaned under his breath as she sucked Rouxls back into her mouth in one smooth motion. Rouxls, likewise, writhed and groaned.

"Fuck her face, like a real man," King rumbled. He squeezed his cock, his lower tongue licking its lips wetly.

Sweat pouring down his face, Rouxls looked wide-eyed and nervous between King and Queen. His jaw hurt from holding his uncomfortable smile, but it was the only expression he could think to make. (Being a pawn in a strange sexual game between royals wasn't where he thought his night would lead him, but he was trying to enjoy himself regardless.)

Unsurely, Rouxls rocked his hips into Queen's mouth. She responded by sucking him harder as she bobbed her head. She dug her fingers into his slimy hips, moaning around him.

"HARDER," King encouraged.

Rouxls tensed, his body suddenly stiff and unwilling. His goofy smile wore off into something slightly more dire.

"I cannot! I— I am appalledth at thee very idea of degradingeth or offendinge mine Queene...!"

Queen pulled the cock out of her mouth to say, "Just Ignore Him Honey Sweaty. He Is Just Jealous." TRUE adorned her monitor.

King's face heated up. He grabbed the jail bars and shoved his head through best he could. "I AM NOT!" He snarled, obviously lying.

"Yeah Okay Lmao."

"What are you even gaining from this?" King demanded. Against his will, his belly mouth panted and sighed heavily. While he could hide his excitement and arousal on his expression, his body language always betrayed him. As well as his raging hard-on.

"I Get Off On Tormenting You," Queen replied proudly, TRUE across her visor again. "Alright Get Down Here SlimeBoy."

She grabbed Rouxls by the hips again and tugged, coaxing him to join her on the dungeon floor.

Rouxls' nervous smile faltered once more. "But! Mine fancy clothes, on thise horrid dungeon floor?! Mine Queene, please tell-eth me thou art jokinge?!"

Queen pursed her lips. "Why Did You Wear Fancy Clothes To The Dungeon?"

"Alle mine clothes art fancy!"

"JUST DO WHAT SHE SAYS," King roared. He grabbed the jail bars again as he yelled; they shook, squealing as though they were dangerously close to giving.

Sweating profusely, Rouxls straightened his back and saluted.

"Y-Y-YES, SIRE!"

He dropped to the ground with Queen, silently mourning his beautiful jacket about to be ruined by damp, mossy dungeon floor. Queen then made quick work from there of pushing Rouxls completely on his back. Grinning, she threw her brilliant white leg over Rouxls and mounted him.

He tried to deny his interest, but King couldn't help staring as Queen rubbed herself against Rouxls' slippery cock. NICE flashed steadily across her visor as she rocked her hips. Then she lifted herself, squeezed Rouxls' cock to steady him, and sunk down on him. She moaned with delight.

King imagined her riding his own dick, but inwardly grimaced when he remembered how she singed him earlier. He did his best to cast this thought aside, however. He finally snaked his hand into the side of his body suit and felt up his own dick. Biting both sets of lips, King stroked himself.

Queen grinned wide and hard. She rolled her hips a couple times to adjust to the feeling.

"Oh Yeah I Can Work With This," Queen moaned. She bit her lip, then grabbed Rouxls' hands and put them on her breasts.

Rouxls evidently had no idea what to do about this development. He stared up at Queen, starstruck, as he palmed and squeezed her silicone breasts.

Queen then wasted no time getting exactly what she wanted. She bounced in Rouxls' lap, almost grinding him into the floor as she chased her own pleasure. Every time she rose up, she felt his cock almost slide out of her before she slammed her hips back down. Each time her movements slightly knocked the wind out of Rouxls, but he refused to drop his returned grin.

King grunted. He pumped his dick faster, unintentionally matching Queen's rhythm.

"You're going to BREAK him," King sneered. "With your BIG robot ASS."

"Do not listeneth to him, mine Queene! Thou're derriere ist perfectly shapedeth and becomely on thou," Rouxls gasped loudly. He sounded completely out of his breath; his voice hardly carried over the sound of Queen's whirring fans. "Plus!! I, thankfully, hath no bones!!"

Queen wasn't listening either way. She leaned back, digging her fingers into Rouxls' slimy knees for leverage. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing against his palms. Steam poured out of her vents as she panted.

Rouxls pinched her nipple gently. In response, Queen moaned dramatically. She arched her back, thighs quivering.

"Wish You Were Here Kingy!"

King's lower mouth drooled on the floor. He grunted, rubbed his clawed thumb across the tip of his cock. He sagged against the jail bars as he watched the scene intensely.

If only he could touch Queen right now or show them both how to really fuck. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in Queen until she screamed for him, like she used to.

Rouxls' face contorted. His slippery hands slid down and tried fruitlessly to grasp Queen's hips instead. He wiggled under her, moaning, and panting harder now.

"Q-Queene...! I cannot—for mucheth longere...!"

"Hold That Thought Roolz! One More Second Until: Full MeltDown!"

Queen slid her hand between herself and Rouxls. She rubbed her clit furiously, her head lolled back. She basically rode Rouxls into the floor, leaving him as little more than a writhing pancake of what he started as.

"Oh Sh—!" Queen cried, her robotic voice cutting out halfway through. Her jaw stayed hung open as she came, her hips jerking and her chest heaving.

She clenched hard around Rouxls when she came, which drove him promptly over the edge as well with his own, high-pitched strangled sound. He pumped his hips helplessly as he emptied himself in Queen.

Immediately after, Rouxls flopped back; he hit the dungeon floor with a wet thud, his head bounced on the stone. He seemed, at least mostly, unfazed. He stared up at the ceiling with a dazed look on his face.

King squeezed his own hard cock. While he wanted nothing more than to finish cranking one out too, he refused to give Queen that kind of satisfaction. The least he could do was deny her the knowledge that he had gotten off to her, especially after she had fucked that blue idiot.

Slowly, Queen's furious fans calmed down. Once they had slowed to a moderate whirr, she climbed off Rouxls. His limp cock fell lamely to one side as she rose. Cum and slimy blue residue coated the inside of her thighs.

Queen's mouth moved as though she were speaking, but no words came out. EPIC and LMAO flashed interchangeably across her visor. Based on the smug look she gave King afterwards, he assumed she meant to deliver a devastating one-liner.

"T... Thou're voice, mine Queene?" Rouxls managed weakly from the floor. His hair was slick to his forehead with his blue, slimy sweat. He motioned to his own throat. "We cannotst heareth a worde thou're saying."

Queen pursed her lips. She tried speaking again to no avail.

This made King grin. He stuck out his tongue, amused. "Now THIS is becoming on you, Queenie Beanie. BLISSFUL SILENCE."

"I musteth digress, mine Queene! Thou're voice ist thee most beautifule mekanical garbage noise I've ever heardeth during mine entire existanth."

Queen frowned. She crossed her arms. Across her visor flashed,

NEED TO

RECALIBRATE

VOICE BOX

Queen collected her clothes and put them on haphazardly. She managed her pants but gave up with all the buttons on her shirt. Though her breasts were still free and loose in her shirt, she tossed up a peace sign and then turned to leave.

LATERZ

Her heels clicked down the hall, before fading into the darkness.

"Good riddance," King growled. He slouched to sit on the floor once again.

Rouxls slowly rose after her and put his own clothes back on. As he adjusted his jacket back into perfection, he glanced to the ex-King. He smiled awkwardly.

"Um... I feel-eth as though... We art closer now thane ever before?"

King bared his sharp jagged teeth with a snarl.

"If you EVER mention this to anyone, YOU WILL BE the FIRST thing I MAUL when I get out of here."

Almost immediately, Rouxls shot for the exit of the dungeon. Behind him, he called, "Very goode, sir!! Prithee, enjoy thee rest of thoust eveninge...!!"

With silence finally drowning him again, King relaxed his shoulders.

Despite being just humiliated by Queen, he stuck his tongue out with a smile. It was nice to know that she still cared, in her own weird little way.