<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

According to Veronica, Donnie was meant to have two pets upon his arrival to this suite. He stared, he blinked, he thought over the specifics of her words. Why did Nikki's other birthday present involve pet behavior? It didn't matter. "You know it ain't my birthday, right?" he asked initially. "You talkin' like a nigga boutta get the large number 7 combo at McNasty's out here," he added. Donnie's eyes were shamelessly shifting down and up Ronnie's body ─ especially as she walked away with a tail that wasn't at all where tails normally went. "... Oh we out here," he commented. Nikki had something Donnie couldn't really see in that box of hers, but it was apparently something he'd see soon enough. Whatever happened with that, Donnie would be almost thoughtlessly following Ronnie toward the pole, hesitating only when she asked about settling damages. "Damages? Nah, nothin' like that went down."

Though that pair didn't bother with the more destructive approach, there was a certain recklessness taking place in Francesca's suite. Giorno was content to settle himself in her depths, but Max couldn't be satisfied without knowing how far this freaky American was willing to go. With the pink-haired man stroking himself right above her face, Francesca freed one ball from her mouth to wonder if he was about to say something... crazy. It was just as she assumed, and just as Serena warned. In fact, it was clearly something so wild that Giorno seemed willing to try freeing the woman by... pulling her from the hips closer to him, and thus farther from Maximillian. "I told you. Fucking rapist," he affirmed. Max didn't seem too bothered by anything... or perhaps he was just that drunk? "What? It is normal to wonder. Fraulein, you like die balls? Do you do die ass?" he asked while pulling the boa, aiming to pull the woman his way again.

[Apollymi]

Donnie wasn't a dumb man, he realized almost immediately that it was within Ronnie's plan to have herself and her sister play pet today. His question would be playfully answered as such, "Well yeah, we all know when your birthday is bruv," Ronnie said with a cheeky smile. "But if a girl wants to belong to King Don, as she's been saying since she was a teenager, I am only here to encourage and facilitate~" Veronica pointed out as if she was not even bothered by what she'd done in this case. "McNasty's huh? I like that, way better than being called a tart~" Ronnie decided. Meanwhile, Nikki's brain was quick firing. Belonging to King Don as his personal pet, was something she'd never have considered from her own perspective. Technically speaking her older sister had indeed done her a solid by thinking this up. "I'm not saying you're right, but I'm gonna try this on..." Nikki said knowing Donnie would be casually following behind her sister for a little while yet. "The plug though?" Nikki questioned which only got a chuckle. "It's for your bum. And before you go off about that not being on your list or anything like that... go ahead and tell me that would wouldn't give King Don something special that only he can have the first time, don't worry I'll wait~" Veronica said as she climbed onto the stage of her living room. She was walking small circles around the pole front and center seemingly waiting to draw more attention to herself. While Nikki let her brain go crazy, Veronica would be learning that the pair hadn't gone very far by her own standards. "What? The Ritz is Hunter resistant not proof. Did ya'll not get very far in? Only burn up a couple hats as a warm up?" Veronica was ready for sordid details and power scaling... the idea that two S-rank individuals one of whom was a National, not breaking something was... unheard of.

Speaking of unheard of things, apparently whatever Max was thinking of was something only lost upon Francesca for the start of it. Serena who was casually acting as a voyeur seemed to know, and Giorno understood and completely discouraged the idea. By the time she was asking for specifics her hips were even being used to preemptively keep her away from Max at least a bit. Ah, but the crazy thing was coming. Stillt hat pull towards Giorno with him buried inside her, left her core throbbing as she appreciated the sensation, but was still way too high to properly support her own weight. Meanwhile, Max clarified and Francesca took a minute as she flicked her tongue up and around his balls. "Nah, bro, that's too wild. I'm freaky, not nasty," Francesca asserted, she was down for ass related things, but she wouldn't be putting her tongue in or near anyone's ass. Perhaps he was too drunk to have normal people thoughts, but surely people weren't actually just out here licking the ass of someone they met less than a half hour before hand. And in this case hadn't even properly met, given this man had never given his name.

[Bloodedge]

It wasn't Donnie's birthday. He knew that, Nikki knew that... according to Ronnie, they all knew that. Given her tone, however, he could only joke along with her with a playful shrug. "I don't know 'bout all that. You know some of y'all don't be payin' attention~" he said. Donnie thought Leon was a cool enough guy; he could feel alright having a bit of fun at the other male's expense. At the same time, he was casually following Ronnie toward a state while Nikki agreed to try on whatever outfit was in that box... though not without questioning a 'plug' within that could only be somehow similar to what he was watching on Ronnie herself. "Damn," he uttered without much thought. This was going to be a more interesting day than he thought. Somewhere in there was the idea of Nikki offering her last form of purity, but... even Donnie had reservations about that. He hadn't tried such a thing since awakening, for reasons he found obvious. "Uhh..." He couldn't think of the words to make that point, but it would likely come up later. First though, there was Ronnie's outrage over the lack of a broken hotel room. "Oh nah, we went through the pack. We had us a good time, but nothin' like... crazy wild, feel me? For real, I still wanted to try some real slow type shit... but that's besides the point," he explained while placing himself in a nearby chair ─ something he undid mid-motion just to move the chair closer to Ronnie.

Apart from Maximillian himself, everyone in Francesca's room understood that he wouldn't be getting what he thought. It wasn't even worth asking. Giorno knew as much, Serena knew it, and surely Francesca herself had gotten there as well. Still, the idiot himself thought it was worth asking. The initial silence throughout the room spoke for itself, even as Francesca's tongue continued pleasing the German's nuts. "Idiota," Giorno commented. He'd simply be enjoying himself, hips finding a casual rhythm as he basked in the sensation of Francesca's walls. From what he'd experienced of her already, Giorno could easily suggest that Max be satisfied with the woman's oral technique. She was a 'freak' as she put it, but not what one could call nasty. "Tut tut. It is scham ─ ahm... shame. You have great mouth for die job. I do you later, we see what you think, ja?"

[Apollymi]

A small joke was made at the expense of Leon, and Ronnie could only laugh. "Told ya' his brains rocks, sharp edges but he's dense~" Ronnie said, which she thought to be the perfect understanding of her male cousin. Meanwhile, on stage, Ronnie took a few test swings, let her body naturally bend around a pole, made sure her hips wiggled at the right moments and even put a leg up while she spoke as if stretching. All the while Nikki slipped into a slingshot bikini the color of cream that fresh pair of ears in similar color. She slipped into her item box, and added that toe right on her left foot, simply enjoying it as an idea... and spent a moment lubing up that tail with the provided bottle and had it slip into her bottom with a taper that made her chirp in the other room. Nothing else went into her butt, that being said, it wasn't absolutely a terrible feeling mostly just pressure, but Donnie was a lot more than just that... so she'd get used to it for now. A few more moments would be spent in that room as Nikki looked at herself in the mirror, and added a few accessories like a belly chain and the collar with the King's Crown charm. "Bruv, you're two S-rank Hunters. You're among a rare group that never has to hold back against each other. Go a little crazy at least, especially using up a whole box of those ridiculous condoms~ I'm trying to break something in here, and it's way more reinforced than the Ritz!~" Ronnie encouraged. Only to look towards the room where Nikki came out to join her up on stage for a second or twoa little bounce in her step in those high heels, mostly due to the oddity of the thing in her rear. "Yeah!~ That's what we came here for!~" Ronnie encouraged as both sisters settled in side by side around the pole leaning towards that seat but not moving foward, showing off their best assets, including a swift downward bounce from Nikki and a steep backbend from Ronnie.

While breakfast officially got underway at the Corbyn household, a hotel room with an active threesome a bit closer to the norm that one Francesca Drake would have expected, still contained a member well beyond her understanding of normalcy. Nothing about Francesca's normal actions stopped, instead her tongue worked balls for quite a while before ever switching. Just the same Giorno called the man an idiot and made steady work in Francesca's loins. She was throbbing internally her hips moving like waves as she was held up. Just the same she heard out Maximillian and became stunned once again. "Whoa, that is the craziest thing I've ever heard fall out of someone's mouth. I'm...ah~ Not even thinkng about something like that~" Francesca managed. "Europe is a very free place... still take from that what you will. Most will not fault you," Serena offered. She took many things simply because she wanted them and rejected what she didn't, such was her own nature and she was sure Francesca didn't need to be told that, but... a culture shock or three was to be expected. Still, a mouth would eventually move away from ball sucking and to the proper blow job aspect. Tongue traveled, up and around a shaft. Hands moved back to balls and shaft alike while she busied her mouth. Such was Francesca's nature, since her body wasn't something she'd need to worry about. Buit as Giorno kept up his work, a steady pulsing kept happening within her body, eventually she'd tighten up enough to experience an orgasm from some truly deep penetration.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah, I picked up on that. Good dude, though. I fucks wit' him," Donnie said regarding the least mentally acute of the purple-haired individuals he'd met here. That aside, his head was turning and tilting in sequence with Veronica's movements about that pole. As had been the case for years, she had much to keep an eye on ─ now including a thigh tattoo unseen by many. While he watched with seemingly zero ability to be distracted there was one distraction. Donnie heard that little chirp from Nikki in the other room, and immediately assumed something interesting had just been... equipped, so to speak. She must not have thought too many times about that plug, he figured. Before Nikki returned however, Ronnie decided to chastise the care taken throughout their night. She had a point, but Donnie himself wasn't the least bit dissatisfied. "Look, I feel you... but when I say I'm tryna hop down, I mean I'm tryna make a move. I'm lockin' in for the whole day at least, and we just gettin' started. Feel me?" he retorted. If Ronnie was trying to wreak havoc, that was fine. In the case of Nikki, however, it somehow felt right to explore every possible avenue. That didn't require going all-out from the very beginning. "But trust, ma, that ain't even gonna be... a problem..." Donnie began hesitating at the end of his clause. Why? Simply because Nikki had reentered the room with a strut that didn't seem entirely purposeful, taking her place beside Ronnie at the pole. He had to be looking at the best pair this country had to offer, bar none. "... I told y'all it ain't my birthday, right?" he said again, giving Nikki the same scrutiny he'd offered Ronnie in previous minutes.

Meanwhile, Francesca was continuing to produce points that could never truly reach Maximillian. She wasn't thinking about the kinds of things he discussed, but she didn't have to; he would do it for her. "Fraulein, you don't need to think. I show you," he insisted again. Max would soon be removing the hand from his cock as Francesca moved on from his balls to the main feature. His other hand remained on that boa, keeping it taut around her neck. At the same time, Giorno was picking up one of Francesca's legs by the thigh, enabling a spread that would force even greater friction between her walls. "Just ignore him. We could even move somewhere more... quiet," Giorno suggested while scoffing. All the while, it seemed Max was content to begin thrusting into Francesca's face. Did he hear mention of her not being awakened? Well... he probably didn't, as it seemed he was aiming to enter her throat.

[Apollymi]

"That's what's up. He's great, but I'm not telling 'im that~" Ronnie said. Sibling groups and close friendship were always like that. At the same time, a warm-up dance was taking place and while it did, Ronnie received information about the mind set of Donovan King. The lad apparently intended to make a lasting impression when doing things. They'd not had the wild night that one like Ronnie would have planned for them, but they weren't done yet either. "I feel ya'. Just gotta check ya' know? I'm a wee bit protective~" Ronnie admitted. Well, she didn't have to be nearly as outright protective as she used to be. Now she was able to simply share things with her sister, as sisters should. For instance, the lass coming out to join her on stage and both of them showing off the best looks for Donnie. "Yeah, mate we heard ya' but... it's my birthday. Accept it~" Nikki said, that little fluffy tail shaking with the quake of her ass cheeks. "Also I never would have opened this box, and having opened it. I'm never opening a gift from you in front of people," Nikki asserted to Ronnie as they both danced around on stage. Still, Nikki was rather excited, about dancing in front of King Don, even after having several songs in her honor about her ass and it's movements. Nothing too uniform, but more like watching how the pair naturally moved around each other. It was happy faces and eye catching twists, long legs, bouncing backsides, and a proper orbit around a pole. "Anyway, how about that breakfast, bruv? We work you up, you fill my bowl maybe her too~" Veronica said seemingly amused by what she'd said.

Meanwhile, Francesca was caught between a wall and a hard place. The German man in front of her, was one who didn't seem at all moved by words. Perhaps it was simply a matter of him being too drunk or perhaps it was simply his way, regardless, he was a tier higher on the freakiness scale than the pink haired woman. Still,s he could enjoy most of what she was experiencing currently. A shift had Giorno lifting one of her legs, and allowing for a tighter fit which only made the experience a bit better. "Hmm, I don't know about that~" Francesca said. Maximillian in his present form wouldn't be getting that kind of abstract trust, leaving him alone with her body didn't seem entirely safe even though she'd currently experienced no real negatives to her current interaction. In fact, she moved from one thing to another. And would find words shared by Giorno instead. They could take on something a bit more private, and she could ignore and they could move on to somewhere more quiet. "I'll keep that one in mind. Just ah... don't let me end up unconscious... I can manage otherwise~" she managed, only a second after that boa would be tightening around her neck. How something could be tight and soft, she wasn't entirely sure, but still, a man was thrusting into her mouth and she had an active tongue to show for it. Still, a tightening on both ends would have the woman's body reacting directly to the extra friction and sensation. She was currently enjoying herself and would make sure to do so, for now at least.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie believed it was only natural for older siblings to be protective. He didn't have any of his own, but he'd seen how things worked on his mother's side of the family. What he saw here was expected in a way. Beyond that, what he saw in a more literal sense was... far more important than anything else Donnie could talk about. If his eyes moved any quicker, he'd develop a new magical ability. As if keeping up with Nikki's ass wasn't hard enough, Ronnie's skillful movements demanded just as much attention. "Man, fuck it. Happy birthday us then, how 'bout that?!" he exclaimed after several moments of silence. Donnie was even grinding against the air from his seated position, as if music was beginning to play in his head. Just then, Ronnie spoke about... 'breakfast'. "Wait, you for real about the bowl shit? I thought that was a prop, but I'm down to try somethin' new if you 'bout it. Somethin's cookin' up in my head again though..."

Francesca's opinions would continue being completely ignored by Max, if he even heard them. It seemed Giorno was the only one properly acknowledging what she had to say, and even maintaining a conversation as he dug into her womanhood. Francesca considered the man's offer for escaping Max on the condition that she be kept from unconsciousness. To that, Giorno chuckled. "No promises you'll stay conscious," he boasted. Well, Giorno Giovanna was still an S-rank Hunter. "But I will take care of you, signora," he vowed. By then, he had her leg raised high enough to turn her body sideways, while Max kept stroking and pushing his way forward at the other end. "Schweigen! Fraulein, open die throat!" he slurred, already swelling within Francesca's mouth. At the same time, however... there was a knock on the door. Some room service ordered by the two who originally inhabited this room was arriving right on time, unlike Max.

[Apollymi]

Donnie eventually came to the conclusion that given what he was seeing he could easily celebrate the fact that it was currently 'their' birthday. Nikki while shaking her bottom, complete with a furry little cottontail buttplug grinned at his words, "Bloody brilliant. Shared celebrations are great!~" Nikki stated earnestly. At the same time the movements of Ronnie hadn't stopped either, she was rather busy, moving her form about and making sure that each and every one of her long legged flexible strides was something worth looking at while her younger sister bounced her bottom repeatedly. That grinding of his was noted and eventually Ronnie would be hopping down from the stage, landing in front of the young man and continuing that strip tease by grinding and dancing in his lap the way a real stripper would. As for the questions aimed at her kinks she only smiled, "Yeah bruv, I was dead serious about that... girl with legs as long as mine needs all her vitamins~" she said with a cheeky little wink. It took nothing for her to reach over and pull the bowl in question a bit closer... she'd have her fill in a bit but for ow, getting the man as worked up as possible was the name of the game. And she'd do that by grinding in his lap for the second time since they first met, while Nikki kept dancing and getting used to that little plug in her bottom. She figured it'd be reasonable for her to help her sister get wha she was looking for before, taking an additional turn for herself.

At the same time, one Francesca Drake was found being used as a war ground for a certain pair of elite fashion designers. She had her own plans for the day, most of them only involving Giorno, but she wouldn't turn down a once in a life time opportunity either. No, she'd busy herself with a great deal of motion between the two, knowing that she'd at least have a good story to tell by the end of it. Oddly enough, her request of Giorno to make sure she wasn't rendered consciousless was met with a certain knowing chucking. He couldn't promise her that, All she could do at a time like that was give Giorno an imploring look up while a crazed german continued ramming himself into her mouth eventually finding the core of her gag reflex and pushing against it multiple times. His deman was that she simply open up her throat, 'How the fuck does he think bodies work?!' Frankie couldn't help her angry visage, while she continued to suck him off, scarred face and all, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. That knock at the door however was something that was heard by Serena who stood and stretched, "I'll get it~" she said seemingly amused and wondering what they could have ordered, she'd check the peephole and then if necessary open the door just a crack while standing in the way, her body blocking the full view inside.

[Bloodedge]

What was a bit of cooperative birthday celebration a few months after his own birthday? To Donnie, it could only be a positive in this case. Nikki was the type of gal who could inspire a man to celebrate anything, for any reason, so long as she was directly involved. As if that wasn't motivation enough, Ronnie was also present making a suggestion that required at least consideration. Ejaculating into a bowl was probably something most would consider outlandish ─ queer at best. However, it was a bowl to be taken from by Veronica Corbyn... and perhaps Nikoleta Corbyn as well. "Yeah yeah, Vitamin D extract and shit. I feel you," Donnie said in good humor. With that, Donnie found himself caught between watching Nikki's backside bouncing up and down, and having his gaze dragged to Ronnie as she grinded against him. As breakfasts went, he could already place this day's experience in the top three of life ─ perhaps top two. Logic dictated that it would soon become something more absolute than that. "Damn. A nigga gon' have to take extra vacations."

All the while, there were no further words shared by Francesca Drake. Giorno did get to see an expression that had his interest, however. He certainly couldn't guarantee her consciousness if they truly got up to a bit of deviance, but he also wouldn't just leave her at Max's mercy even if she blacked out from their ongoing 'threesome'. Max himself was none the wiser. No, it seemed the pink-haired male's focus was taken by those teary eyes found as Francesca's throat began responding to his invasive behavior. "Das gut, das gut!" the German chanted. With newfound excitement, Maximillian loosed that boa and took Francesca's head in both of his hands. Apparently he was into the lurching. At the same time, Serena was headed toward the door to intercept room service. She'd find at the other end a local young man, pushing a cart that contained various sweet breakfast items, whipped cream and far more syrups than one could deem necessary. "Service, ma'am?" the adolescent asked upon witnessing Serena at the door, though there was a notable moment of hesitation beforehand. 'She's right bloody gorgeous,' he thought. "Must be a helluva shindig you're throwin' up here, yeah?"

[Apollymi]

Veronica would be steadily evolving that little dance. As she'd left the stage to join Donnie near his chair, it could be said that she had a full set of decisions in mind long before he ever arrived. In the same few moments, her bowl had been moved forward and her body had been placed within striking distance. A cat she was dressed as, so a cat she would play, stretching, moving, lap-sitting and wiggling. She would be continuing her arousal of the man, right up to the point of making sure he was properly stiff below the belt before beginning the rather flirty process of removing him from his trousers. Not an ounce of shame or reservation existed for the woman named Veronica Corbyn. "Right bruv, you get it. Girls get vitamins, blokes end up with the breakfast of champions... all fair~" she said almost teasingly. Of course, as Nikki continued to bounce and dance around a pole, she couldn't help but watch the oddities of her older sister. Life must have been quite different for those completely unused to being told no, but she didn't envy the woman nor did she seem to care very much that she was definitely about to be sharing a man with her. "Oh right, you also get a little extra, found your shirt and jacket when I was leaving the club. I assume you want them back~" she said lightly the lad could definitely use an assistant to look after him and his belongings. No matter, she'd be pulling on that zipper on his pants while leaned into his body completely and utterly unbothered as she aimed to pull his cock out and once again begin using it for a bit of non-penetrative fun, rubbing it between her thighs as she sat in his lap wigging her filled asshole against him.

While the Corbyn sisters got ready for breakfast, one Francesca Drake was being treated to two overpowered men whlle she couldn't possibly talkk. Everything about Giorno said he was trust worthy in her case, so she'd easily find herself going along with him. As for, the German man he was an aggressive person who was happy to receive a teary face in response to his push at a the pink haired woman's gag reflex. Moans were traveling into his cock as Frankie received a good pummeling from one end and it allowed that cock to gently slip further and further into her throat. Just the same, there was nothing to be done about that building sensation in her loins and her body freezing up just a bit as an orgasm was reached that would have one man clutched within her walls while the other had a similar sensation occur from her throat. Just the same... a man would be approaching with breakfast foods and syrup. Ah... how interesting Serena answered the door, standing in it, and looking at a young man who gave the normal sort of hesitation when the person who opened the door was better looking than they expected. "Grazie," Serena said initially, she could almost predict the kind of thoughts that man was having as he looked at her. "No, huge party, just a few big appetites. I'm sure you understand~" she said softly giving only a moment of time to think before that kind of muffled screaming orgasm occurred that would let everyone around know exactly what was happening. "You can leave the tray... I'll pull it in, in a moment..." she offered a bright friendly smile and wondered if this man was professional enough to avoid commentary.

[Bloodedge]

Ronnie was quite the unreserved and proactive individual ─ deservedly so, in the opinion of Donnie and men across the world. When she reached for the zipper of his pants, he didn't even question her mentally. The only thing he did wonder was... what made things go so very right in his life today? One random pit stop before a flight led to such great things back-to-back. Prepping for flights in random places must have been a grand idea. Not only did doing so lead to Nikki ─ it led to him sitting in front of a stripper pole, with Veronica Corbyn pulling his dick out just to hold it between her thighs again. "Yo, we touchin' in this strip show? Ain't nobody tell me all that~" he chattered, taking her advancement as a go-ahead to grab both ends of her buttocks. That tail was brushing against him so much, it seemed Donnie intended to spread Veronica's cheeks and inspect it at the source. It would only be the nice decision to ensure it wasn't starting to slip out or anything. Donnie could afford being so nice for the one who apparently found and recovered his things from earlier. "Preesh, ma. You not gon' hold 'em hostage from me, right?"

Meanwhile, Francesca was entering more dangerous territory by the moment. Giorno was never the one who needed warning against dealing with an unawakened human. The drunken Max, however, was one who should have come with a warning label of his own. Teary eyes and a tightened throat only had him becoming more and more invested in the moment. He held Francesca's face with every intention of using it like an object, heaving and gasping from one end while Giorno kept a more reasonable approach from the other. For him, a tightened hole was something he'd keep mostly steady through to start his own buildup of satisfaction. For Max... well, his buildup may have already started and become evident by a bit of 'lubrication' eking out into Francesca's throat. "Fraulein want der samen? Fraulein will get der samen," he uttered. All the while, the lad outside received Serena's thanks and explanation. Of course, 'big appetites' didn't really cover the moaning he could hear past her... but that didn't matter. Furthermore, he was told to leave the tray. That kind of sign was clear. Though he didn't want to leave or even look away, there was no way he could try shooting that shot. "Right, yeah. Well if anythin's missin', yeah, give a buzz and I'll fix it up lickity split. Enjo─ah!" That sudden interjection from the lad came as he backed away, never looking away from Serena and having a bit of a tumble to show for it. He fell, he rolled, he turned and he rose. A quick wince while fixing the state of his shirt had the lad looking back preemptively, though his gaze ultimately returned to Serena once more. "I'm alright! Don't mind me ma'am! Enjoy your day an' all 'at!"

[Apollymi]

Ronnie wasn't quite as skittish as many women would be. Even her own younger sister, seemed to shy on the side of being a 'lesser' star in from of someone like Donovan King. In the case of one Veronica Corbyn, she'd be getting everything she wanted and taking it as the opportunity to have it presented itself. So by the time Donnie was commenting on the idea of the strip tease being the kind where touching was available, she laughed. "What bruv? You telling me you haven't been touching the strippers? I'm sure they wouldn't mind~" she added cheekily. Of course, as she said that she freed him from his breeches and then rubbed her bottom against him. "Of course, I'm also pet, physical contact is part of the love language~" she claimed almost playfully. Such was the nature of herself as a person while she'd continue working him up and the like. Nikki continued, to dance, bounce and get used to the intruder in her backside. As for is appreciation of the acquisition of the rest of this clothes and his question, "I really could do, yeah? That'd be a brilliant idea, holdin' cock hostage, in exchange for clothes~" she said seeming to have changed the meaning of the words entirely. Still, Ronnie began rubbing that cock between her legs, rubbing it against her fore and her sex seemingly intending to get him worked up enough to spill into her bowl. At the same time, Nikki was coming back, hooping down to join in more directly. "If anyone is holding things hostage should be me~" she claimed, it was her birthday after all. And both young women would soon be found crouched eye to eye with a massive cock they were holding up between their bodies. Their hands taking alternating patterns along it's length and both sets of clothed breasts pressed against any remaining skin and each other. This wasn't coreographed behavior, it simply felt the most natural to both of them.

Meanwhile, a hotel room contained a man with restraint and a man without, with a surprisingly small woman between the two to bridge the gap. From Francesca's perspective she was experiencing two different things at the same time, the refinement of Giorno, moving within her loins, even past her orgasm with a steady pace that had her pulsing reactively to repeated pushes forward. All the while, the German in front of her was working her throat as if it wasn't attached to her body. She felt the start to slickness that thing that made the act she'd taken on easier to perform, rather than harder.. Even though it was still a considerable struggle. Still, he was teasing that active gag reflex enough that Francesca felt that he was hiccuping, for whatever that was worth between moans. If he was to cum sooon, that would be for the best she considered. Most men liked to spread spunk on faces, chests and bodies, she felt she had less to worry about. At the same time, Serena was busy making sure some normal person didn't happen upon the oddest bit of cooperative work between to of fashion's biggest designers. In so doing she did as all people in her position would, she used her own looks to make sure she was the focus of the young man on the other side of the door, not much to her own surprise, she was soon watching as the lad stumbled not taking his eyes off her. "Stai attento," Serena said her native tongue slipping just a bit. "Careful, I'll keep that in mind," she offered watching the lad walk away ad making sure he actually made it where he was going before she'd open that door any wider to roll in the room service cart. All the while having cheerful thoughts, 'Hm, he didn't even give his name. How many men do that and don't even think about it until they've wandered off~' she mused as she rolled in that cart and shut the door behind her. "Signore, I assume this is your room service~" she offered sitting it to the side near a table for easy access later.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie had quite a few experiences with strippers. Beyond that, he had a host of experiences with making physical contact with said strippers... or even having them make contact with him. Still, it was never something to assume. Once a baseline was established, however, there'd be no backtracking from the musician. "Never had anybody mind before, but I never seen Veronica Corbyn be a stripper either," he replied. Sadly for Donnie, he'd given the woman in question an idea to abuse. Well, it wasn't really such a sad thing. She could easily hold his dick hostage for whatever purpose she wanted; he'd pay that ransom. An exchange for his own clothes was simple. "That how we doin' it? Aight, bet. Guess I gotta pay up," he joked along while Nikki finally moved over to join the fray. Beyond being locked between Ronnie's thighs, Donnie was soon feeling a pair of hands and two pairs of breasts higher up his length. His hips returned to that Almost grinding motion by natural order as he throbbed between the two. At the same time, he managed to get a proper look at the tail plug Ronnie had inserted. As one might expect, movement seemed to cause a partial dislodging. Maybe that was directly related to Donnie spreading the woman's cheeks, but the facts remained. Oh well; he'd just have to start pushing it a bit deeper in.

At the same time, that hotel worker was successfully managing to traverse the hall without additional issues. He didn't offer Serena his name or get hers, but being so overstimulated by her visage alone. She'd be free to bring that cart inside, just to see steadier thrusting from either end of Francesca's body. She'd be finding that, while Maximillian Kreuz was an artist, the drunken German was not a painter today. He didn't pull back to aim anywhere. Instead, the same moment that had Giorno wedging his erection against Francesca's cervix had Max forcing himself further again just to gush a thick deposit midway down her esophagus. "Ah, perfekt!" he moaned, still grasping both sides of the woman's head for one, two, three consecutive shots ─ each paired with a throb and a thrust of its own. Just then, Giorno was shifting his eyes in Serena's direction. "It is. We didn't expect Maxi to be so... punctual. Hungry?"

[Apollymi]

Donnie had never met a stripper who wouldn't accept his touch, but he'd erred on the side of caution given he'd also never had Veronica Corbyn be a stripper before. "Ah, right. Probably another of those proper male fantasies, eh?~" Veronica said finding it almost amusing. She'd met many men who'd dreamed of bedding her or seeing her in all kinds of compromising positions and in so doing she always had a certain high confidence no matter what she was doing in this world. Soon enough though, a proper exchange for the man's clothing was being discussed in this case, Veronica would be holding his cock hostage and though Nikki seemed to have been complaining about it, she moved and her movements seemed to help. Trapped was his manhood between two thick bodies, hands breasts and thighs in Veronica's case, and hands and breasts in Nikki's. Both of them, were still looking at it and both seemed almost amused. "No way someone actually need's something this big~" Veronica said as she worked the shaft between her hands. Nikki did the same and seemed to be amused by it, "I mean... if anyone deserves it. It's definitely him~" she concluded, seeming to mean it. Both women took note of the man's actual movements and that push against the tail in Ronnie's rear, made her back arch and a little purring noise escape her Well, she wasn't against anal, but even she hadn't taken one so big as this lads. The grinding and the like could continue as such, and both young women would be content to see him worked up. Nikki and Ronnie would even both begin doing a bit of drooling, no point in making a handjob dry.

At the same time, one Francesca Drake was finding out that her assumptions about a lot of things were going to be very far off. For this particular run through, she'd be eventually finding herself sprayed down the throat. Her head being cradled and the man speaking about perfection in some way. 'Oh, swallowing then huh...' she thought, it wasn't a huge deal, or even a deal breaker considering it was so far down her throat she wouldn't even be able to taste it, but still... there was so much of it. Three long spurts had her swallowing, barely managing and even having some slide the opposite way up to come out of her nose. Specifically on that last throbbing spurt forward. At the same time, Serena was hearing that the arrival of Maximillian was unexpectedly punctual. "I could see that, I would have expected him to sleep it off~" Serena said of the drunken German designer. As Francesca began the process of dislodging the man from her throat, if only so she could clean out her nose. At the same time, Serena was thinking about her food intake. "I could eat. I did have a lot of cake though~" she offered seemingly amused by the amount of food and party related activity they'd gotten into.

[Bloodedge]

Veronica Corbyn, a supermodel among supermodels, could be found at the root of most male fantasies as Donnie saw things. Her as a stripper? There were many a photospread of her that produced such wild dreams in the minds of men worldwide. "Oh we way past fantasy, ma. Shit on ambition level, no cap," he replied. Soon afterwards, Donnie was leaning back with those working hips, basking in a quartet of sensations at various extremes of his tool. Ronnie's back arched as well when he adjusted that anal plug, but... that wasn't the cause of Donnie's next movement. No, that sudden jerk came with a deep sigh when the existing array of flesh stimuli became rather wet. "Ahh~ y'all wild wit' it. Both of y'all need to chill~" he joked.

Speaking of sudden jerks, it seemed Max's ejaculation into Francesca's throat was one such thing. Though the woman swallowed twice effectively, the third involved something Maximillian was quite familiar with ─ something he enjoyed. Another gag had his seed spilling up through her nose and onto the exposed portion of his shaft, just before she tried to pull back. Giorno witnessed the madness happening at the other end and moved for an adjustment, once more pulling Francesca's lower half closer to his own pelvis as one hand traveled betwixt her folds. He, too, was showing signs of impending ejaculation. Ah, but what was Max to do when Francesca retreated? He was already grabbing hold of his own base, roughly stroking the distance between Francesca's face and his own pelvis. He had another to offer ─ one that would meet the woman just after the escape. Giorno saw the process and scoffed. "Maybe sleeping it off would have resulted in a bit-a class, no? It could have been a nice morning."