The Queen's Throne.

Chapter Two.

The minutes pass, and you’ve almost grown accustomed to the relentless weight of Thalia’s body. Every now and then, she shifts her position slightly, a small reminder of the reality you’re living in. You’re lost in thought when, suddenly, you feel the weight above you lessen.

With a swift motion, Thalia crosses her legs. The movement causes the immense cheek pinning you to rise slightly, offering the smallest reprieve. You take a deep breath for the first time in what feels like forever, though the air is still warm and carries her faint scent.

For a brief moment, you feel the tiniest surge of hope. Maybe this is your chance. You could try to wiggle free — just enough to unstick yourself from the vast expanse of her skin through the thin fabric of her shorts. Not escape entirely, of course; that would be impossible. But at least reclaim a sliver of freedom.

Your mind races as you consider your options. Do you dare risk it? If you move too much, you know Thalia will notice. But as you’re weighing the pros and cons, her voice cuts through your thoughts like a warning siren.

“Don’t even think about it, Leo,” she says, her tone playful but carrying that unmistakable edge of authority.

You freeze instantly, your body instinctively stiffening. Somehow, she always knows. Whether it’s intuition or just the years of being together, Thalia never fails to catch your fleeting thoughts before they turn into actions.

“Good boy,” she adds, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’d hate to have to remind you of your place.”

You silently thank yourself for not making any moves, realizing just how hopeless any attempt would have been. Instead, you try to relax in your predicament, focusing on the muffled sounds of the game and the occasional outburst of Thalia’s excitement.

“Come on, let’s go, Zangief! Show me that power!” she cheers, completely immersed in her match. The vibrations of her voice reverberate through your tiny, trapped body, a constant reminder of her sheer scale and control over you.

For a while, you remain stuck there, pressed firmly but less oppressively than before. The heat radiating from her skin is still intense, and the occasional subtle bounce from her excitement keeps you firmly stuck in place.

Then, with a quick motion, Thalia uncrosses her legs, and you feel the world shift again. The reprieve you’d just begun to enjoy vanishes in an instant as her backside settles fully onto the pouf once more. The crushing weight returns in full force, sealing you back into your little prison beneath her.

“Miss me, babe?” she teases, her voice echoing faintly in your world of muffled sounds and overwhelming pressure.

You muster a small, sarcastic groan in response, and Thalia laughs, her body shaking slightly above you.

“That’s what I thought,” she says with a grin, shifting her weight slightly as if to remind you who’s in charge.

The pressure is absurd, and every move she makes feels like the world itself is shifting. But despite the crushing weight, you can’t help but feel the strange intimacy of it all.

“You’re my lucky charm, remember?” Thalia teases again, her voice playful yet affectionate. “Don’t you dare go anywhere, or I might just have to punish you.”

Buried under her immense presence, you sigh internally, knowing there’s no escaping this “royal decree.” You brace yourself as she leans back into the game, fully engrossed once again, leaving you to endure her reign for the rest of the afternoon.