<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Donnie and Mirellia were reaching the epitome of a good time. Mirellia had completely slipped by the time she was aiming to milk the lad for all he had. There was no point in crying over spilled milk, and obviously it was her purest intention to have the milk spilled. She was a royal, what was a random extra child? Such a thought was easily left, as melodic moans filled her ears and her skin tingled at very point of contact. Beyond that she was encouraged, bedding a man like this was great for the self-esteem she definitely didn't need boosted. "Bloodly right!~ AAAAAHHH!~" Mirellia moaned as she was filled after a pull up and then a slam down. Donnie's hands on her backside sent a ripple of sensation through her body, that had the undulation of her canal going haywire. What they couldn't know... was that their combined decision would be the thing to allow them to separate finally, having established a proper bond between them. Mirellia's body came to a stop and her hands on the lad's chest had twitchy fingers and a clarity she'd never quite reached before. "Damn right, I need that!~" Mirellia agreed to the lad's gloating as her body stablized in the afterglow and she felt the tingle of skin against her own that she couldn't really get enouh of.

Meanwhile, that trio was on their way into something crazy. The male, Rover... questioned Maddie. Many found the one called Jax to be overwhelming but she was usually the first on a list to give up a lifetime to entertain a version of him. The idea that she'd not just thrown herself in was... baffling apparently. Too bad he wouldn't be getting that explanation immediately. Not too long ago on the cosmic scale for her, a version of her had spent far too much time with the one called Ajax. In that form, she could be considered one of her softest selves, and the treatment that one received was... terrifying to think about. While nothing she wouldn't allow she wasn't quite ready yet to commit to that sort of bad end again so quickly. At the same time, commitment was being shown by the blue haired girl addressed as 'her highness'. As a teacher approached a bit late. Her eyes shifted as she looked to him, but as his apology was issued she knew a special truth, 'Finally! I managed it!' she thought before addressing the man directly. "I'm not worried about a couple of minutes Waver.. As far as Brother is concerned, I haven't seen him yet this morning. Maybe he had a late start?" she offered, cutting herself off before she said 'too', and outed herself for hr tardiness.

[Bloodedge]

And so came a moment of great development, unbeknownst to one Donovan King. As the queen's womb flooded with his essence, both parties abandoned all notions of propriety. Eventually, Donnie might come to question himself. Why did he so fully accept the likely impregnation of three women within 24 hours? Well... he'd never say they were bad choices. Besides, there was much to be said about a woman's voice in the moment of orgasm. Three sounds had made it into his top five of late, leagues above the sixth place and in no particular order. Those twitchy fingers Mirellia had on his chest were met by the rapping of his heart, the expansion and compression of his lungs, and so... so much heat. According to the queen, she did need what he had to give. It seemed they were able to separate as well... but would they?

Yes. After a few moments of afterglow, Donnie tightened his grip on the queen's rear and lifted her off his erection. He hadn't a single worry about his expulsion spurting back onto his lap, as he fully intended to plug the leak after shifting around behind the woman. "Haah... aight. You need that. But I gotta tell you... I need that! Bend that thing over; lemme see what you workin' wit'," he instructed. She'd offered him control once, but it was not taken as fully as Donnie could have. A fully warmed-up Donnie had to ensure he got his own desires as well, which apparently involved bending the Queen of England over and absolutely railing her into the mattress for untold amounts of time.

Meanwhile, that black-haired man was told the younger male he was looking for was... not yet seen by the blue-haired girl. He sighed, almost scoffing until a familiar male voice reached his ear. "Oh, that's rather nice!" the purple-haired lad spoke upon pressing his ear to the door, hearing the queen's orgasmic scream loud and clear. By then, the very teacher he'd been wondering about had stepped just far enough down the hall to see his deviant behavior... and silently pass judgment for numerous reasons yet to be known. "Your Highness... what exactly are you doing?" the younger male was asked. Immediately, he straightened himself and stepped away from the door. "Oh, good morning, Teacher. You were late, so I went looking. I had it in mind that you were in here, having your way with one of the maids. It does sound like she's in quite a state in there, but I suppose that's not your fault. What say you? Fancy a look?" What an interesting question to be asked by the Prince of England. Most interesting of all, was the simple fact that had the man called Waver looking past the lad, at the very door he'd been listening beyond. Did he not realize? "Umm..."