<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

The Queen of England, by birthright was Mirellia Q. Melromarc, a woman of only 36 years in age. She'd ascended to the throne at an age, where she stills hould have been partying and having fun. But right before that time, she'd been... quite the wild individual. By the time Donnie asked about that nickname her own face had taken a slightly reddened hue. She'd not fidgeted, but the fingers of her left hand gently twitched in her lap, as gentle signs of embarrassment. "Beggin' your pardon, your Majesty," Ronnie offered as she'd been the one to let that thought slip out of her head. "Oh, no it is quite alright. I have no issues with how I was... second princess, never actually thought I would ascend to the throne or anything. I had a bit of a wild streak in my youth, they called me the Vixen of Melromarc, when the tabloids thought they had a story to share. I found it endearing at the time..." Mirellia offered honestly. No matter what she'd earned such a name, doing things like running off the castle ground, in a cloak and hiding amongst the commoners. To make sure she wasn't found out... she adapted to common speech and engaged in many an improper situation. It was fun...

Soon after a smile crossed Ronnie's face. "That's brilliant though. A wild princess, became the wild Queen... paved the way for a girl like men... and a girl like her~" Ronnie said pointing to her little sister. It was quite a different situation for those who were native to England. The Queen was a National Treasure, no matter what. "Glad to know I did some good in the world," Mirellia claimed seeming to appreciate the kindness and wording of the pair here. It would seem that Donnie was willing to do as she asked, even making a light quip about going south in addition to the North Wing. "Right, the young are really free~" she said in an almost teasing voice. "You got no idea. Also, sorry about the weather that was us, right Ron," Nikki said. "Yeah... our fault," Ronnie added in. "I didn't get any reports about a monster on the loose or anything. Or did you two have a disagreement?" the Queen could only know of the regular reasons weird things could happen. "No way, we don't fight like that... but we were... fighting a rowdy monster," Nikki said lightly. "Yeah, we spent all day tryna tame that thing~" Ronnie said too. But the Queen of England was far frm stupid, and upon hearing those words put several pieces together in her mind. There was an implication that all forms of interaction between magical beings used mana, and if they weren't fighting an actual monster than they had to have been... She placed her tea cup down on the table her eyes shifting to Donnie and what came out of her mouth was likely one of the least filtered sentences she'd ever uttered. "Bloody hell, I'm in for it aren't I? God save... me~" it was a joke, a swear and a complete slip of a royal visage. And with that she pointed to a door for Nikki and Ronnie have their exploration. While, leading the lad over to a bookshift that covered a secret passage. "Right, let's get to it~" she said willing to lead the lad up some narrow stairs and through a small armor filled hallway that wound up and towards the North Wing bedrooms.

[Bloodedge]

Queen Mirellia Q. Melromarc, hailed by the United Kingdoms as sovereign, had once been a princess. Ah, but apparently she was no ordinary princess; she was called the Vixen of Melromarc. Donnie knew of someone carrying the name Vixen. That woman was considered a poster child of sexual freedom and empowerment for women in his home country, and very much presumed to be... one hell of a freak. "... Ain't no way!" he said in disbelief, but there was a great deal of excitement paired with it. Donnie now carried several curiosities that would come to light over the next several moments. One that wouldn't, however, was related to the thought that Mirellia found that title endearing... at the time, specifically.

Whatever the case, one topic was broached before he separated from the Corbyn sisters. Nikki apologized for the weather phenomena previously, roping Ronnie in and taking the blame as a unit. Donnie was just going to ignore the whole situation ─ but now that it was brought up, he rubbed the back of his head until something interesting passed Mirellia's lips. "Woah, that ain't how a queen sound!" he uttered. "That's gotta be the Vixen! I found her ass!" he stated. Mirellia really didn't even have a clue what she was in for... and neither did Donnie. With the queen leading him along, he turned to acknowledge the Corbyns. "Ay, I'ma catch up with y'all in uh... I dunno," he claimed as they passed through a hidden bookshelf entrance he only imagined existed in movies. While he and Mirellia were en route to the royal chambers, he decided to speak with the 'Vixen' directly. "So Vixen, huh? Of the whole fam? I know you got a crazy story. Hit me wit' the wildest one you got?"

[Apollymi]

Ain't no way... was a phrase spoken often by Donnie when somethng happened well beyond his expectations. Nikki heard it more than once in their first meeting, especially after he figured out who she was. In this case, Queen Mirellia was given the same kind of disbelief over a nickname she'd ended up with back in her youth. "Quite true, darling," Mirellia mentioned. The light embarrassment seeming to lesson as she missed that version of herself. Soon after the Corbyn sisters were taking responsibility for the weather conditions and in the same breaths giving a roundabout warning to the Queen of England. And with it came a joke that left the girl's snickering and the Queen herself hearing an odd appreciation for her choice of words and her separate persona. "Yeah, I suppose you did, just a slip~" Mirellia mentioned. As for the lad's exit, Nikki and Ronnie gave the thumbs up. "Just text or call we won't leave without you.." Ronnie said initially. "Show her King Don, mate!~" Nikki gave full encouragement as she sent him off.

With the Corbyn sisters busying themselves around the castle, the pair that was the Queen of England and Donovan King were making their way up to the North Wing of the palance. While they moved, the young man questioned her Vixen status and her wildest story. "Yes of the whole family. I was the wild child, the only one my mother had, and spoiled rotten," she pointed out for contextual purposes. "As for my wildest story... when I was around 16 I snuck out of the palace and into a bar wearing only a cloak and a pair of oversized boots. That part is very important," she said as she took a few quick turns passing a great number of walls and windows in a relatively empty part of the castle. "I found a table of appropriate looking individuals and stopped in front of it. Threw one booted leg up on the table, stared them all down and said, Which one of you rat-arsed sods, got something for me!" she explained of her own wildness. "Turned out all six of those lads had something for me and I eventually wandered back into the palace, rat-arsed myself and understandably sore. Only to wake for lessons the next day full on the fear, with that old tart being unconscionably loud. Still might have been one of the best nights of my life," she explained.

[Bloodedge]

During separation, Nikki gave Donnie the instruction to show the queen 'King Don' as she put it. He supposed then, he had some sort of status to maintain. Based on what he'd felt of the woman at that party, the part he couldn't forget... that was definitely going to happen. "I'ma show her Grown Simba~" he teased. This wasn't likely to be the attempt he first had with Nikki, which he intended to have as a segue into something greater, Queen Mirellia wouldn't be getting the stray lion cub acknowledged by Wakanda. No... she'd be getting the full-maned lion in the first meeting.

Out they went. Mirellia did have a yarn to spin about being the Melromarc royal family's wild child. She'd once gone out as the teen princess, clad in nothing more than a pair of boots and a cloak. The end result? A raunchy offer to an entire group of men at a bar, which all six men understandably took interest in. "Damn, young thing took six whole niggas? Same time or nah? You get down like that?" he replied without a moment of hesitation. There was more still. The queen had returned, sore and intoxicated. Even today, the former Vixen of Melromarc called it one of the best nights of her life, proving in a moment that... the Vixen hadn't really gone anywhere deep down. "So you tryna relapse or nah? If you tryna be sore tomorrow, I got you. Six in a gangbang is crazy, but I can hook you up. Still ain't forgot how that thing move back there. I'ma act all the way up!"

[Apollymi]

Apparently it was within Donnie's desire to show the Queen 'grown Simba' as he put it. That was more than enough for Nikki, she could rest assured that the Queen was in for an inexperience and such was quite important to her as a citizen of the United Kingdom. Ah but there was nothing to worry about. On the way to the Queen's chambers, there was a casual conversation about the nature of the Queen's wildest night as a young and free individual. "It was a four and a two. That group had a pair of twins in it and they were very particular about how they wanted to share," The Queen mentioned as if it was something which laid close in her memory. "Also I was being rebellious at the time. I haven't done something like that in more than a decade," she expressed easily. Was she looking to relapse, "I'd have to build up to something like that... for now I'd be content to reintroduce myself to something with some vigor," she expressed as calmly as one like her could. "Feel free to act up, as you put it," she pointed out.

Soon enough they'd reached the room in question. She was the Queen of England and her chambers by choice were the last on the hall, with heavy doors and sturdy locks. Her suite in total was a sitting room, a study, a washroom and a giant bedroom. If oone looked about they'd find warm rooms in deep colors which seemed to match the woman herself. Her sitting room included a stand and a cello, which she played when she was younger. Her sitting room included velvet couches and deeply hued wooden tables and chairs with hand crafted upholstery. And her bedroom had a small chair by a window, a rug and a wood burning fire place. Deep soft rugs covered the floors and rich purple sheets and blankets draped the bed. Once they entered she locked the door behind them and gave a casual wave. "Make yourself at home, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable~" she claimed. In that same bedroom, she'd be slipping behind a divider, stripping away that dress she wore and slipping something out of a magic item box. A single well-crafted Blue Lotus t-shirt. white in color with gold lettering which read, 'Steal this Girl' and it would be in that and deep purple Victoria Secret lace lingerie that she'd lay herself across the bed as if fully intending an act of seduction.

[Bloodedge]

As opposed to taking six men at once, Mirellia had gone for a maximum of four with another set of two at once. Twins were always quite particular about certain things. The set in her story apparently wanted to have the former princess in a specific way. "Damn, so like some spitroast action?" he wondered. Either way, she hadn't done something that wild since. A relapse wasn't the intention, but according to Mirellia herself, Donnie had full clearance to act out, as her desire was to experience vigor once more. "Bet bet," he answered. She didn't know what she was signing up for.

Once inside the queen's chambers, Donnie meandered a bit. He was told to make himself at home while she became more comfortable, but there was only so 'at home' one could be in such a luxurious setting. Only two steps in, he'd already decided this was a place in which he didn't want to wear shoes, so he'd stepped out of his boots. He also couldn't keep himself from sauntering around, touching things all over while Mirellia made herself more... 'comfortable' apparently. 'People actually say that?' he wondered. Shortly after finding a place to hang his jacket, the shirtless man caught a glimpse of Mirellia shifting through the bedroom with a seemingly-familiar shirt upon her form and some very exposed legs compared to earlier. Since he was making himself at home, Donnie decided to do as he would in his own abode... which involved making a beeline for the bedroom, where he'd witness something quite memorable. "I know I ain't just see what I think I saw!" he said when reaching the doorway to look inside.

[Apollymi]

The night that the young princess had spent wild in the bar had gone a bit differently than assumed. She'd taken a group of four and then a pair of twins who were particularly specific about how they wanted to complete copulation. The term spit roast put a very specific image in her mind as she assumed it was meant to but that wwasn't what happened. "I believe sandwiched would be the term for what happened there," she explained, putting the visual of her, with someone buried in each of her bottom holes but being pressed upright between both bodies. Whether she knew it to be an oddity or not, the Queen was slowly but surely revealing a bit of information about herself mostly that she'd achieved a title like the Vixen of Melromarc, while never placing her mouth upon anyone's genitals and never having someone else do it either.

Whatever the case, she was an adult human well past the eariy development of such habits and soon enough she was displaying a bit of her older nature. Getting ready for sex, using words the modern world thought were only in movies or on tv. By the time she'd switched into her t-shirt and was climbing into bed, there was... a lad standing in her doorway questioning what he'd seen. She turned towards him, revealing the golden words on the shirt and smiling seductively. "What? I was told this was part of the uniform~" she said almost playfully. If there was one thing Nikoleta Corbyn was, it was without question Donovan King's biggest fan. Enough to be spreading his words and ritiuals around. "Now you ook appropriately comfortable, ready?" she wondered earnestly. The Queen never knew which way people would be going but an American young man might just be exactly what she needed. Propped up on one arm, a lean body with feminine hips and perfect posture, was stretched out across a bed lookign both ready and willing for a new undertaking.

[Bloodedge]

That old story didn't involve a spitroasting, but instead, a sandwiching. Donnie found that odd; such tales usually involved much more use of a body than that. Perhaps he was simply missing something. It didn't matter much. Little did Donnie know, he'd be finding out something well beyond his assumptions soon enough. Ah, but that wouldn't come until a bit after they both reached a more relaxed state... when Donnie caught the queen in her bedroom sporting some of his merchandise.

He stood in the doorway, mouth slightly agape. Apparently, she was 'told' that shirt was part of the uniform. Donnie couldn't tell if the shirt, the lingerie, or the lack of some gaudy dress was the more ridiculous thing to see on a real queen. Whatever the case, she was definitely in position for an ongoing trend that he wondered about. "Y'know that's usually an internet thing? Girls get the shirt, maybe the extra stuff, do a whole setup and tag me on Twitter. But you almost got it down. I'ma let it slide 'cause you fine," he decided whilst encroaching upon the queen. It took only a moment for Donnie to crawl into the bed and join Mirellia, sliding behind the woman. His left arm slipped under her shoulder, his right hand gliding over her lower torso. "Man, I been ready since the club. I coulda hopped on you all the way back then, but I might've missed all this frilly shit you got on here." As he spoke, that one hand of Donnie's was gliding along Mirellia's side, over her undergarments and across the exposed portion of her thigh. "So wassup? How you tryna get it started?"

[Apollymi]

Donnie wasn't aware of all the things happening the lad seemed to be most genuinely shocked by the queen appearing in just a t-shirt and some very expensive lingerie. Of course, she'd been told that there was a uniform required for approaching Donnie by his biggest fan, but the details were missing, likely due to the pure intoxication of everyone present. "Oh is it one of those trends. Never see that one, I do appreciate the consideration~" she said as if excusing herself in addition tot he lad not holding it against her. She was fine, and that was whole heartedly a compliment. She felt it then, warm hands and a warmer body were wrapping around her from behind as he joined her.

She'd thought the warmth she'd felt the night before the previous day was simply intoxication, but it seemed it belonged to Donnie specifically. "And here I thought I was just unusually drunk the other night. You're quite warm, darling~" she she mentioned as if unusual. Still that didn't stop her body from relaxing as she turned and found herself looking up at the lad. He had an incredible face and all that warm muscle was striking. While his hands roamed hers did the same, having her knowledge of the previous incident her fingers were oh so gently dancing down the left leg of his pants seemingly looking for his erection for the second time. Still as her fingers made contact with the fabric she noticed that magical power more directly, this clothing was all artifacts. "Well, since you've been ready it seems like we both have something in common, as for what I'm going for here..." she gave it a bit of gentle consideration before making a decision. "How about this, you show me what the youth have come up with in the last decade. And we can take it from there, also pull out or finish in the backdoor can't go for any complications at this stage~" she gave some gentle usual instructions but she was here for a good time that didn't require her to make every little decision.

[Bloodedge]

Mirellia was far from the first to note Donnie's high body temperature. Interestingly enough, it was a bit on the high side long before he awakened, only to be further enhanced by magical power. "You like it?" he asked. Some people took issue with the additional body heat, but in Donnie's experience, it tended to be favored by women. As she didn't immediately shy away from contact, he figured she counted among the group who appreciated it ─ or at least those who didn't hate it.

As Donnie's hand traveled Mirellia's thigh to slip its fingers under the strap that connected her stocking to the garter. He didn't pop it off, nor did he intend to. No, that sort of thing would be left to stay as he felt one of Mirellia's hands sliding along a growing bulge in his breeches. All Donnie wondered at that point was how Mirellia wanted to progress. Though she was a queen who any could expect to freely direct others in all aspects of life, what she wanted was for Donnie to show her what youth had done to sexual relations over the past ten years. Apart from that, she instructed him to either pull out, or store the results of their session in her rear. Donnie's hand had moved to the queen's inner thigh by the time he paused, only a hair's breadth away from her loins. Something was truly odd about this approach. "Finish where? Yo, that's wild. My brain finished that sentence, and I thought you were gonna say mouth, but that ain't even come up! You really be out here, huh?"

[Apollymi]

Donovan King was a lad who could be called warm as an understatement. In their previous meeting, the queen had simply assumed that she had gotten a bit too intoxicated too quickly. In this moment she was sure the lad was a burning furance beneath the surface. Did she like it? "It's quite nice really~" she said in the way British people spoke that obviously meant they enjoyed things, but with a measured speech that would have made it seem sarcastic if you'd not seen her slowly bur surely unfurlig in this lad's arms and leaning into him, opening herself up as she went. she could feel his fingers on her thighs and all... and gave him about all the instruction she thought the situation required.

Oddly enough the lad stopped, seeming to have completed part of what she'd said in his had in a way that was completely different than what she'd actually said. He'd corrected it, called her wild and then seemed to question a singular idea. "Are you lot really out here doing things with your mouths?" she seemed genuinely shocked by that. In her time it wasn't done, she was a little lady, and had to retain a certain amount of dignity. And in her 36 years of life such a thing had never been brougt up or done to her. She figured all talk of hat was simply a show of some sort or a complete oddity. Perhaps she should have talked to the girls a bit more before this... expedition set out, but.... she was already here, hand trailing along a stiffening cock, which seemed to have even greater dimensions than she'd figured.

[Bloodedge]

Verbal confirmation of the queen enjoying Donnie's heat came, and with it came Donnie settling further against her body. It was his every intention to use that moment for some great progression... but something Mirellia said was very unusual, and slightly bothersome. When Donnie paused to bring up his perceived oddity on the matter, Mirellia responded as if she couldn't fathom the very concept of oral sex. The oddest part about that wasn't thinking that the Queen of England had never given a blowjob. No, that much wasn't surprising at all. The oddity was that she'd skipped that phase, jumped right ahead to anal sex... and had seemingly never received cunnilingus either?

Donnie was aghast. "Uhh... yeah? You take it in the ass, but you ain't ever kiss a dick or been tongued-down before?" he asked, though clearly that was already known by now. When Donnie got his bearings together, his hand shifted past her loins to begin lifting that t-shirt instead. Some corrections had to be made... and much like he'd done in the world of hip hop, Donnie would run ahead of everyone else to make the necessary adjustments himself. First, he'd have to expose more of the queen's body by doing away with the largest article she'd thrown on. "You know, I thought it was weird at first... but I gotta at least put you on. I'ma get you right Miss Lia, but wassup? You tryna try somethin' today?"

[Apollymi]

Queen Mirellia Melromarc was learning that she'd skipped out on a bit of the intimate details of sex in her rather rambunctious youth. Actual oral sex in either direction wasn't something she'd ever learned about, nor was it something she would have naturally sought. Her earliest forms of stimulation were vibration based, the sensation of something deeper was what she was looking for. "No, none of that. Though when you say it like that it sounds like I may have jumped a gun or three..." she managed seemingly a bit sheepish but she was far too well put together to fall off track completely. If oral sex was a huge part of new age sex, perhaps a bit of experimenting was in order for the woman.

Soon enough the queen was losing a shirt to reveal the matching bra beneath it, along with a more than healthy sized chest to go along with it. Adulthood had turned what was once a princess into a woman of thickness that was not truly common. Still, since she was being undressed the woman went along with the motions of his clothing as well, her hand slipping up his thigh after her shirt was removed to undo a belt buckle and begin working down his zipper. "Miss Lia," she repeated that form of address and found it... more than acceptable. As for his actual question and offers, "Well, in for a penny in for a pound. You might require a bit of patience, but... a new experience is always worth it," she agreed. The Queen was no prude, and wouldn't mind seeing how she took to this new age of sex. If she didn't like it, she simply wouldn't do it again, such was her own stance on most things. "Now then let's get started, " she offered with a cheeky smirk as she waited to see what would come of his teaching methods and putting her on as he'd claimed. He was quite right about one thing already, she was starting to find it easier and easier to get to the bottom of his sentences.

[Bloodedge]

Perhaps the queen did jump a gun, or two, or three... or four. Hearing about a woman with enough anal experience to use it as a method of completion, without her having a single form of oral experience under her belt, was the wildest thing Donnie could possibly imagine. "Prolly, yeah!" Donnie said without any thought. "Like, how you even lube it up before you took backshots like that? Shit must've been real... comfortable," he said, thinking the endowment of those partners must have been wanting for something.

Such was not the case with Donnie. In fact, he wasn't sure if Mirellia would even consider it a good idea to have him in her rear upon actually inspecting his member. Moving on, the address of 'Miss Lia' that came as Donnie removed the queen's shirt was repeated, as if she enjoyed the sound. He didn't mean anything by it, but if she enjoyed it... all the better. A bit of patience was urged of the woman who proved willing to try something new and have something new done to her. Donnie didn't lack patience for the right individuals. "Nothin' to worry about. I got you. You done hands before, right? Start with that, maybe a lick or a kiss here and there, and go wit' the flow. I mean... I'm pretty sure I ain't gotta tell a 'vixen' where the sweet spots are," he rambled. All the while, Mirellia would find no difficulty dealing with his buckle and zipper ─ especially as Donnie raised his hips to provide a bit of extra wiggle room as that hand continued rubbing along her exposed flesh.

[Apollymi]

Both people in this room were willing to admit that perhaps the Queen had skipped a few steps in her development as a sexual being. Of course, there was no real issue wth this as she had all the time in the world to become acclimated with what was new. "I never really had a problem with my own lubrication... it was never an issue. Especially not if they were iin the front first," was the general explanation, but it would soon be Mirellia's turn to be astounded. There was only so much one could understand from feel alone. She knew his cock was larger than her hand, which meant it would definitely be capable of reaching a good place within her body, but she had no idea how much further it would stretch.

In truth, she had no problem taking on her lesson first and moving on to everything else afterwards. She was the one who didn't know yet what she was doing. Beyond that she was soon enough able to begin working him free. His pants were allowed to begin slipping down his raised hips and her activities would soon be underway. While she exposed him, she heard him out, she was used to using her hands and all so it wasn't going to be too far out of the realm of normalcy to start, a lick or a kiss would be normal she supposed a little taste made sense if you weren't sure if you wanted to eat something or not. Underwear would be moved down and his cock hanging freely semi stiff against his left thigh would be exposed. Mirellia wasn't one who couldn't control her reactions but in the moment her eyes widened. "Bloody Nora, can something like this even be called a cock?" she wondered as her head tilted to the side. She was used to handling something so she reached out, right hand taking it up in a manner most praticed but then her other hand was rising as well. "Can't even take it one hand. No wonder they called it an unruly monster. This why the mouth? Something like this need all kinds of attention?" the Queen rambled with all the propriety of a scullery maid. Still those hands moved, lifted and as she stared it down she'd purse lips to place a kiss at the head before her hand moved and she licked it just briefly. It tasted of skin, and something else... she couldn't quite place it but she definitely didn't hate it. "Does this actually fit in someone's mouth?" she couldn't help but question.