Solo shuddered when she sucked his cock and touched him. He groaned when Illya slipped out of him. He felt deliciously reamed inside and out.

He reached down to run his fingers through Sinthia's hair. Seeing the tattoo of the crown beneath her hair, he was curious. But would wait to ask about it later.

Slipping out of Solo, Illya collapsed beside him. Touching his skin, kissing him. Touching both of them. "So are you, moya malen'kaya koroleva."

"What... What does that mean?" Solo asked, curious.

Next to him, Illya smiled, "It is Sinthia. She is my little queen." He watched Solo play with her hair.

The tattoo made sense to Solo then. Even if it wasn't what it meant original meaning.