You are exhausted, but the pleasure is still intense, your inner walls contracting and spasming around the Queen's ovipositor.
She's not moving anymore, but her presence is still there, her ovipositor still buried deep inside you, the weight of the eggs inside you still pressing against your inner walls. You lie there, panting, trembling, your stomach distended with the weight of the eggs inside you.
You're not sure how much time passes. It could be minutes, it could be hours. But eventually, you become aware of movement. You open your eyes and see that the Queen has shifted her position. She's no longer hovering over you, but instead, she's lying beside you, her body curled around you in a protective embrace. Her ovipositor is still buried deep inside you, and as she moves, you feel the eggs inside you shift and rub against your inner walls, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your hips jerk and buck involuntarily, and you can feel your muscles clench and relax around the Queen's ovipositor. But you're too tired to move, and so you just lie there, panting and trembling, as the Queen holds you close.
"You did so well, my sweet mare," the Queen murmurs, her voice soft and gentle. "So brave. So strong." She strokes your mane with her hoof, and the touch is comforting, soothing. You lean into her touch, grateful for the reassurance. You can still feel the eggs inside you, pressing against your inner walls, their combined weight a reminder of the ordeal you've just been through. But the pain has faded, and all that remains is a dull ache, a sense of fullness, and the occasional twinge of pleasure.