	Shuffling down the long dimly-lit hallway, the Black Queen of Derse is in complete urgency. While keeping a watchful eye on the Dersite Dreamers and maintaining hostility towards Prospit was always her main task during the session, the trim ruler had had absolutely no personal time to herself for quite a while, and now she's certainly paying the price. 
	Rounding countless corners and junctions, she manages to maintain her sleek noble figure while still awkwardly resting her one hand on top of her crotch, gripping it with incredible strength. Sweat runs down the side of her immaculate face as she shuffles up and down stairwells. Her heart feels like it’s going to burst out of her chest. All the while, the protrusion under her waist continues to swell and strain against her dress. She enacts a tight squeeze as she feels the outline begin to take shape. She gulps, the tension inside her carapcian body becoming unbearable. At last though, she exhales a deep breath as she sees the door to her private quarters in the distance. The relief is short lived though, her grip soon enough intensifying as she feels the lump in her groin starting to expand with her palm clutching something moist underneath her attire. It’s already begun to leak.
 She needs to take care of this. Fast.
	Muttering something about ‘slaughtering anyone who tries to enter’ to the guard, she throws the door open and just as quickly slams it shut as she finally releases her grip on her groin. Instantly, she feels and hears her joints start to shift near her pelvic region. Expanding and loosening as they ready to release their concealed package with the damp fabric tightening in vain to conceal the enlarging growth. There’s nothing she can do now to stop it.
	Quickly ripping off all her undergarments and all in one fell swoop, the Queen throws her attire to the side along with her ring, allowing no obstruction to the possibility of using both her hands to quell her lust. Striding towards the bed, she stops midstride, ogling over her nude body in the mirror. She looks like the definition of perfection. Slender curves, perky breasts, full butt, and pair of two long, flexible legs to boot. She has it all (and quite soon, she’ll have something even more). The Black Queen feels her heartrate getting faster as the ominous bulge makes itself openly apparent near her waist. She winces as a small slit appears at the front between her pelvic joints, growing larger and larger with each passing second. The Queen squeaks out a sigh as she runs her index finger down the slit, causing her hips to buck and jerk, a wave of pleasure running down her body as the protrusion underneath starts to pulsate and throb even harder, absolutely desperate to get free.  

	While from first looks, Carapacain people appear completely devoid of gender, and more specifically, without genitals, no one in the history of any session ever constructed had ever come across a Carapace flushed by extreme arousal, or in other words, horny. Such conditions result in the carapace’s genitals, whether they be one gender or another, revealing themselves from underneath the thick exoskeleton-like skin. The BQ’s genitals in this case, are completely desperate for release, so much so that they took it upon themselves to take matters into their own hands to quell their lust.

	Promptly settling down on the couch behind her, the Queen spreads her legs as to not hinder her body’s indecent need. The slit running up between her joints is now about 4 inches long, with the appendage underneath in the process of revealing itself. She never takes her eyes off her groin as her thick, glossy cock begins to emerge. First comes the ebony-black, glossy head, sliding through the slit with the tip dripping copious amounts of precum. The joints in-between the opening press against the tip as it slides outwards, sending a chill down the petite Queen’s spine as her hard exterior covering compresses and squeezes against the sensitive flesh, enacting even more pre to spurt out in all directions. With each flutter of the Queen’s heart, her massive pecker continues to emerge inch by inch, the veined shaft already visible. By now the slit is fully encompassed by her thick, meaty shaft, as the horse-sized penis continues to spill out of the petite empress. Her breath comes out in short, quick pants with her eyes widening at the sight of the towering phallus. Its girth looms above her, covered in mottled flesh and colored pitch-black just like her body, numerous veins encompassing the sensitive flesh from top to bottom. A musky kind of odor starts to permeate the air as the cock dribbles and spatters droplets of pre on the Queen’s waist. Heat runs to her face ,along with her prick, as she reaches out with one hand, hovering it just above the glossy tip. She bites her lip. This is wrong, this isn’t the kind of behavior expected form the overseer of all of Derse. Her hand clasps the tip, tightly grasping the firm, squishy flesh as it continues to spill pre into her clenched palm. But…it feels good. So good... Too good for her to deny. She cranes her head back and lets out a quiet moan into the room, her hand having trouble to keep her cock still as it thrashes and bobs about in pleasure. Her mind is swimming. Sliding her hand down past the lustrous head and along the stiff black shaft, the Black Queen blushes as she looks upon her phallus in all its glory, standing a full 24 inches tall while still shinning bright in the dim light. After being cooped up inside her for so long, it’s become incredibly sensitive, evident as the Queen has trouble keeping herself from crying out as her palm slides down the thick girth.
	Admiring her cock in all its glory, she notices something else in the mirror behind it. What the Queen had not seen emerge the slit though, were the giant, overfilled balls that hung down from her enormous dick. They’re huge, looking to be more fit on a breeding Stallion than a petite Queen.  She moves both hands underneath them, awestruck at how enormous they were, with both palms barely able to encompass the pair. Droplets of sweat fall into her open hands. The sac hangs incredibly low, the bottom of the sac so close to touching the couch material. The Dersite Monarch can feel the heat emanating from them, and even smell the pungent aroma they’re producing. They look so swollen, overfilled with unspent seed as they hang quite low from the base of her penis. Tempting fate, she cups both hands them, fondling one testicle in each hand, clenching and unclenching her grasp on the sac. The pleasure is enormous, so much so that her cock instantly spurts out a dollop of pre onto her immaculate face, making her realize how backed up she really is.   


	Cool air breezes around the massive phallus, the Empress nervously positions both of her hands around her thick, juicy cock. Holding her breath and swallowing her pride, she grasps it. Almost instantly, she’s moaning,   her cries increasing in tempo as her grip runs up and down the meaty shaft. Tears of happiness run down her flawless face as she continues to feverishly jerk off her sleek dick. Her balls quiver with each beat of the rhythm, slapping against the Queen’s  plates each time her hands hit the base, only serving to increase her lust. Animal-like noises escape the Queen’s royal mouth, her legs spread remarkably wide as her entire body is completely flooded with lust, never stopping or wavering on her rhythmic pumping. Her hands rub up to the gushing tip of her member and stop. She feels it. She feels the intense, aching feeling inside her confirming it to be true. Oh fuck. She’s close, more close than she previously thought she was. Snapping back to attention and sucking her tongue back in, she starts to pant quickly, looking around for a suitable place to release her tension. Nothing. No buckets, no garbage cans, not even any parcel pyxides lying around. Her breath shallows out while her tender balls start to throb tremendously bad. An idea pops into her head, one that makes produces the faintest hue of crimson on her cheeks as her carapace tenses up all over .She stares at her dick, her lips quivering and trembling as she starts to lower pull her erection towards her upper half .The Queen of Derse faces facts: if she doesn’t want to make a mess, there’s absolutely no other place to deposit her load than her own noble mouth. A whimper escapes her lips as the cock head comes to an inch from her face. Her balls ache again, this time much more intense than the last.  Breathing in and out slowly, the Queen takes one last glace at her massive penis before closing her eyes and shoving the tip down her throat. Warm, potent jisim erupts into her mouth, her cheeks immediately puffing out as they fill with copious amounts of seed. She struggles but eventually swallows each spurt of semen as it comes  spewing out of the tip. Her throat bulges out, completely stuffed with the river of royal cream moving towards her stomach. The Queen’s groans come out muffled through the semen, as her lips strain to keep their vice-grip like hold on her prick. She continues to swallow her sperm but feels the stream of cum slow down to a trickle in time. Taking the last few gulps of her own slurry, the Queen slides the head of her cock out of her mouth, a trial of jizz running from her pouting lips to the tip of the huge member.  She falls back in a dazed stupor, her dick still standing and throbbing as it slowly starts to soften and retreat back from whence it came. The Black Queen looks groggily over at the sight, her dick sliding back between her plates while juxtaposed along with her bloated belly filled with semen, the sound of sloshing faintly coming from it. Her drained, petite balls slide into the crevice, leaving no trace of her previous fit of masturbation at all. She smiles blissfully at the site, collapsing against the couch in an exhausted stupor. Her joints close up and seal against the opening, the last of them falling into place as the Queen drifts into a deep, fulfilling sleep. In a few hours time, she would once again have to dress herself and equip her ring once more, returning to her rightful rule over all of Derse and its many issues and tasks. Only this time, not so horny.