<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..."

[Apollymi]

Mirellia had what she was looking for over the passage of time, and both she and Donnie had seemingly given up on anything resembling propriety. Beyond that point, it would appear that they would be able to... separate, mostly confirmed by the lad managing to dislodge himself from her womb when he lifted her if only to turn her around for the next round. She looked back and found he'd not been kidding about his residual firmness in the presence of a baddie. That was fine. She bent over full arch in her spine hips, up high bottom fully rounded and a cheeky smirk on her face. "Ass like this doesn't pound itself now does it? Come get what you need!~" she teased, fully embracing the gutter talk and all associated bits. Not at all knowing that her own son was right outside her door to take it all in and continue his... odd habits. With her body in the proper position and a certain kind of request already made, she could only assume the lad would be ready to give her the pounding she was looking for. She figured she might as well have a full serving of everything if she was already having a go.

At the same time, the people outside of her door would be gently growing in number. By the time the teacher was talking to the Prince, the princess was also coming out to see what was taking so long. By the time a specific kind of question was posed, the blue haired girl with perfectly quaffed pigtails was standing haughtily with her hands on her hips "Brother. I have things to get back to you know? Don't tarry!" she pointed out. She didn't intend to be trapped in lessons all day because her brother wanted to spy on someone. He could do that in his own time. With this in mind, maybe they'd be able to move on soon enough. The Princess had not expected to wake up late and be the one waiting on the lessons they were supposed to learn today.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie wasn't in the business of wasting great opportunities. The Queen of England had called him in, hellbent on exchanging a bit of debauchery for the plane he needed. She looked every bit an Instagram model instead of a stereotypical queen, had more ass than 99% of the female population he'd ever witnessed, so of course there was only one answer in Donnie's head as he took position behind her. 'Bitch gotta get he backshots!' That simple thought was all there was to it. That was all it took for Donnie to look upon that arched back and obtuse, nigh-sinful derrière, and ram his way back into her womb until there were visible quakes in Mirellia's flesh. In time, other ripples would begin coming by way of Donnie's hand, as a few minutes would have his left fisting Mirellia's hair while his right periodically collided with her backside ─ impacting between every collision of hips.

In that same time, the man called Waver had already stepped toward the prince to grab his ear, tugging the lad away from the door as such. "Ouch! Excuse you, Teacher; I am the Prince!" the boy argued, finding his sister nearby and rushing him along as well. "There's nothing important to do. It's just lessons! Listen, there's some whore being ploughed in there! Come on! No one else wants to see the scandal?" asked the prince, proving what Waver believed to be true. "So I was right. You didn't pay any attention to where you were eavesdropping, did you?" The prince didn't get his point. He looked back mid-sentence, realizing the specific location of that debauchery all too late. "Of course I did! We're in th─... oh," he stammered. In that particular room, a woman's voice could have only belonged to one person. As he was dragged past the princess by their teacher, the prince grimaced at the girl. "Melty! Why didn't you tell me?!" he asked, as if the lass could have been any help at all.

[Apollymi]

Mirellia and Donnie were preparing for another round. Whlle they repositioned and talked a bit of trash outside there was an entire conversation happening. Even so, Donnie was receiving quite the view. Mirellia's hips were fullly raised, her backside round and out and then... like they'd not been deeply engaged even a couple of moments prior, he rammed himself deeply into her body, reaching her cervix and beyond and not stopping. Her first breath came out a hiccup... which would only continue in time with the rippling beat. She felt her backside jiggling and skin making contact with high sensory waves, she could feel in her chest. "HYUUUUCK!~" Was the sound that left the Queen's mouth. It would only be followed by low moans and the repeated clapping, which would only intensify as she found her own rhythm after recovering her breathing. It wasn't the first time she'd been bent over anything, it was simply the sound of aggressive skin slapping and moans.

Ah but the lad outside was too busy trying to spy to think about where he was, to his credit his teacher was trying to discourage the behavior, grabbing the lad up by the ear, and forcing pain to disturb his thought process. To his credit, the princess's older brother spoke of a whore being plouged in a room, which probably counted as high tier scandalous entertainment, but they were currently in a very specific area of the palace. This wasn't servants quarters or guest rooms... they were in the wing devoted to the royal family and as two of the four members of that family what her brother was talking about and the private quarters he stood in front of were very important. "There is nothing behind that door but childhood trauma... I have no desire to see what's currently behind it!" the blue haired girl asserted. Only then, with his teacher asking him and dragging him along did he think about where he was and what it meant. Ah but it caught up to him, and he... immediately questioned why his younger sister had said nothing using her name and all. "Brother! You are older than me and have walked these corridors for how many years? It isn't my fault that all the blood in your body lives below your waist!" the girl chided content to turn towards her lesson and leave whatever was going on in her mothers bedroom, between her mother and whoever else was in there

[Bloodedge]

Under normal circumstances, Donnie would have been capable of hearing the fuss outside. As was the case with his other recent conquests, however, his sense of hearing couldn't pick up a thing besides the sounds of Mirellia's breathing, moans and clapping ass. Those sounds were more important anyway. Enjoyment had only been building, and with it came the full passage of two positions and an extra heap of confidence going forward for Donnie. "Like that shit, huh?" he goaded, treating the queen's backside to something many would consider abuse. In fact, he eventually fell to an old trick that had spanking exchanged for a thumb in her rear hole as that hand in her hair forced her head back toward his own, as if to continue discussion in even closer proximity. Such would be how things progressed until Donnie decided the queen needed a more... overflowing experience than the previous two this session.

While things continued progressing and evolving toward another, more definite end in the queen's chambers, the prince was being safely dragged away from something he didn't need to hear. Ah, but that came with some expressed annoyances at Princess Melty for something she couldn't have possibly controlled. It didn't seem like she would have chosen to do anything about it either, as the apparently more rational of the young royals wanted nothing to do with that scene. "Listen! It isn't my fault I heard something distracting down the corridor! I just followed the sound!" he offered as one final defense. Whatever the case, the prince would only be further jerked by Waver toward the study room they all belonged in. "That's enough of that. You both have learning to do. Princess Melty was the only person on time and waiting, so we'll get started with whatever sort of lesson she wants today," Waver insisted. Little did he know, the princess wasn't actually on time at all. . .

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was having far too many good experiences to stop now. No... at this point there was also a hand in her hair, tugging while her ass was spanked repeatedly. The queen had gotten used to rowdy behavior in bars and the like, but usually no one possessed enough audacity to assault her backside with such reckless abandon, 'Gotta love the youth. No one else has ever handled me this way!~' Mirellia thought even as she moaned and yelped as each hit struck. That hand fisting her hair was eventually used to pull her body upright, and those collisions with her backside left it reddened and achy, but in the best possible way. By the time Donnie was asking his question further goading her into conversation, she was exhaling her entire body feeling like it was both wrapped in velvet and heated beyond all possible reason. Panted breaths escaped her initially and her hips rocked against his even as the slight shift in position left her wanting, "Fucking love a good spankin' keep it comin' and it might end up being more than a thumb up my arse!~" she offered just a little flirty. Whether it actually got that far or not, time would carry on, even with the children being lead back to their studies, one of them by his own ear.

Speaking of that lad being dragged down a corridor by the ear, that was probably rather surprising. He was the Prince of a nation, and corporal punishment had probably never crossed his mind as something that could happen. That being said, there was a certain amount of propriety that the teacher, and his sister didn't seem to want to cross the threshold of, "A bit of awareness would go a long way brother," Melty pointed out. She understood a bit of distraction, but trying to peek into their mother's bedroom, when all present knew that their father definitely wasn't the one in there was a bit too much. As for the poiint of being able to choose the lesson, Melty didn't really care what they learned at any point in time, but she'd steer away from the natural sciences for now to avoid having to continue that odd conversation her brother had been so keen on, "I think I have most of my basic studies down for now. Could I instead ask for more practical knowledge, like... have you been in any dungeons lately?" the girl asked with sparkles in her eyes. She was much more interested in new knowledge concerning their upgraded magical existences than she was anything else. Besides, if she could get him to monologue for a bit, she'd have every reason to stare at him unabashedly while he spoke.

[Bloodedge]

Things kept becoming more and more interesting for Donnie. He'd taken to essentially manhandling the queen and ravaging her insides, only to see the results be... the Vixen of Melromarc coming more and more to the forefront. She spoke positively about the spankings while his thumb was in her ass. In fact, she claimed the proper continuation of such behavior would result in her ass holding more than just his digit. Time had the Queen of England sounding more familiar to Donnie ─ so familiar that he knew precisely how to act. His thumb was ripped out of her rear as he simultaneously slammed the end of her womb again, delivering a firmer smack to her right cheek ─ a fair bit of magical oomph behind that one. "Word? What you want, queen? Talk to ya' boy♪~" he goaded further. Already though, Donnie was releasing Mirellia's hair. After another burning smack, he had both hands on her backside, both thumbs penetrating and stretching her asshole. "Come on now!~" he said as another burst accomplished his previous goal: flooding Mirellia's womb until he could feel it all flowing back onto his own lap.

Meanwhile, Waver managed to pull the prince by his ear, all the way into a chair within the study. Only when the boy was seated did he let go. The prince was left rubbing his ear to soothe the pain, having no shortage of huffiness in his demeanor. "This is cruel and unusual. I'll be telling Mother about this!" he complained. Alas, Waver didn't seem to care at all. He even ignored the lad entirely, focusing instead on Melty's request for their day's lesson. What she wanted was something practical that might be useful if they entered Dungeons in the future. "I don't see the harm in something practical. I entered a Gate just a few days ago, as a matter of fact... but from my perspective, it has been over a week. Are you two familiar with the term Red Gate?"

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was getting quite vocal, in response to Donnie's teasing. She didn't have anything negative to say about his teasing and knew that she was aiming for an experience. If he was wiling to give that experience she definitely wouldn't be one to argue. The fact that he wanted her speaking while mixing up her insides and holding her body hostage was... refreshing. "Stretch my arsehole and bury yourself in there... I need another hot sticky load!~" Mirellia claimed. Surely they weren't in the Queen's chambers. Surely Donnie was banging it out with a scullery maid he'd found and thought was a hottie. But as it stood, Mirellia was moving her hips, feeling the man buried deep in her womb, getting a hand print on her ass which she was sure would sting for days on end... all the while, hearing something her grandmother once said about her return home. 'Old tart would be aghast if she found out how much I'd be gaping this time. I'd probably end up in a monastery.' she thought as the timing continued. Whenever she was properly stretched out and Donnie was ready, she was sure she'd be collapsing onto her belly to begin a slow move towards anal that she'd not felt in years as well.

At the same time, the Prince was being thoroughly schooled in the art of not being a peeping tom. After a few moments of being dragged by the ear, he complained as many a royal teenager would, about being man-handled. He claimed he'd be telling his mother and his younger sister scoffed with indignation as she settled into her desk her eyes on their shared teacher. "Do as you like, Brother. But do remember when spinning that yarn to share where you were dragged away from and what you said and suggested. Or I guess I'll go along and make sure you don't skip out on context~" the younger of the two said with an amount of certainty that couldn't be argued with. No way was she letting her brother spoil the single highlight of her day, in the form of extended time looking at and listening to Waver. Soon enough, he was offering new information while she watched with extreme attention her eyes never wavering. Her head propped up in her palms and her elbows on the desk itself. "Never heard of one of those... and is it really possible for time to feel different?" she wondered while focusing her attention on his moving lips and jawline. She wasn't going to let a single moment of studying this man slip by her... she needed all of this for, later research.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie's goading paid off in spectacular fashion. What did Mirellia want? She told him. She wished for a stretching of her asshole, a burial of his cock within it, and another hot, sticky load. With one more already going into her womb, the entirety of her canal and beyond at that moment, Donnie could only assume she had need of another. As such, his thumbs further pulled her anus two ways at once. "Oh I got you! I'm 'bout to live in that ass~" he announced. It took only a few more moments. Donnie thrusted through the entirety of the last ejaculation into Mirellia's womb, ensuring her ass was pulled open enough to see inside. Just then, he reeled back and launched a rocket of saliva right into the open hole, removing his thumbs to let it close and spread that unnecessary extra lubrication a bit. There was another slap to each side of Mirellia's rear as he pulled his erection out of her ─ a dark rod stained white with his own fluids that would immediately begin a much rougher stretch of the queen's rear hole. "Hol' on, we goin' for a ride now! Open that thing up for a nigga!"

While Donnie was acting out as if sense completely eluded him, the prince was showing the more annoyed version of his sister's current pose. She attentively sat with her head in both hands, while he dismissively leaned against one hand with lax posture. He didn't care for this lesson. Prince Auric S. Melromarc had already awakened as an A-rank Hunter ─ a Mage type who had little cause for concern when it came to Dungeons. Of course, he'd never entered one... and he'd also never heard of a Red Gate, which Waver would proceed to explain while the prince grumbled over Melty's threats. "Ahem! I'll have you know it is very possible. Red Gates have been recorded since the first few months. At first, they were seen as just an anomaly. Recent weeks have seen more reports of fallen Hunters due to Red Gates appearing. The current observations say a Red Gate locks every Hunter inside, letting no one in or out. In the few reports we've seen of a successful raid in a Red Gate, it seems every hour outside is equivalent to an entire day inside... and that day is absolute hell. I'm sure you know foraging in a Dungeon doesn't work; humans and Hunters can't digest what comes from them. If you enter a Gate that turns red, your only hope is to defeat the boss... or try surviving until a Dungeon Break occurs naturally."

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was meeting a new side of Donnie since they'd come together. She'd wanted a man who wouldn't exactly falter when pleasing her and who brought new experiences to the table. The lad currently behind her had those in spades. Not only was her ass roughly stretched causing extensive moaning, painful slaps were delivered to both cheeks as if the woman's sanity nor ass needed to be respected. It was glorious. Once again, he claimed to have her, to understand... and so doing she could do nothing but assume he did. The lad had shown himself to be nothing but absolutely capable of giving what he said he would.. "Bloody 'ell, I'm being broken in like a wild horse," she commented almost to herself, but it was well worth it. He wanted to see, so... when her ass was put up, she reached back with both hands spreading massive cheeks to show him an anus pulsating and open ready for him to lodge himself into. She waited for that... and it came, a searing feeling that was all heat and pressure, she moaned when he made it past the entrance, and relaxed briefly as the seconds ticked by. "AAAAAHHHH!~ I SWEAR YOU'RE TRYNA SPPLIT ME IN 'ALF!~" she declared but there was no anger in it, only acknowledgement as her entire body vibrated around the intruder. And if her womb quivered and her canal pulsated, well her ass constricted giving way to even more crushing force than the rest of her could have managed. Once movement began it would be painful and restrictive, but that didn't meant it would be unpleasant. And it would be like that... that the next leg of their journey was underway...

At the same time, both the Prince and Princess were receiving a lesson with a practical bit of information. And though the princess had asked for this lesson she had no immediate need of it. She was underage and unawakened but the purpose of this lesson was to get the man talking and give her time to completely study his face. She listened to every second of his speech completely ignoring any huffiness her brother had to offer, her legs gently bouncing beneath the table, but stopping just short of any tapping noises. "That seems really dangerous though..." she said keeping u p the conversation. "Like what do preparations look like and are there any signs a gate will turn red before hand? It seems like a truly unpredictable thing that can only be stopped by planning for the worst at the outset," Melty mentioned. She was a princess and though not the oldest she was still well-versed in matters that pertained to the care of the people. The idea of allowing a Dungeon Break simply to keep from losing someone inside it and having them starve to death in a couple of hours was... mortifying. Still, she'd learn all she could for... multiple reasons at this point. The man could talk to her all day about the finger details of gates and dungeons and she'd retain every drop of information.

[Bloodedge]

No backtracking would take place between Donnie and the queen. She acted so similarly to the girl he first knew sexually that memories were starting to bleed through. With that, came a similar reaction in Donnie's demeanor. Mirellia claimed earlier in their interaction that she enjoyed the next-day soreness. He'd ensure she got plenty of that. As he squeezed his way into her rectum, perhaps the goal was to split her in half ─ at least metaphorically. Ah, and then there was that painful clench ─ just painful enough to trigger the adrenaline and leave Donnie forcing his way deeper, more roughly. In time, he was able to thrust through the grip. With even more time, he was bucking against Mirellia's backside, as though riding the 'wild horse' she compared herself to. "Yeah, this what you need, ain't it? Need a big black dick all up in ya' ass! You all about that shit, ain't you?" he chanted, seemingly fully lost to the moment ─ one hand holding the queen's hip in a vice while the other wailed on her rear between thrusts.

The prince was inattentive, but Waver expected as much. As per usual, though, Princess Melty was all ears and full of additional questions. If only he'd managed to acquire more than one excellent student for these lessons. Whatever the case, Melty would have her questions addressed promptly. "It is highly dangerous. There is no current way to tell if a Gate will become red or not. It is only now being discussed among the National Hunters Association to implement measures that take into account the possibility. However... even that might be difficult. The Dungeons inside Red Gates have another thing in common so far: they have their own biomes. You might find yourself stranded in a frozen tundra, a burning desert, or even a rainforest denser than you could ever imagine. Nothing below a B-rank Gate has been seen turning red so far, but... a B-rank Dungeon could turn into an A-rank, or possibly even an S-rank from turning red."

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was being treated to a type of aggression her form of person usually didn't get to experience. The more Donnie lost himself, the more completely she'd find herself being wrecked. His massive cock was ruining her ass by any random approximation and somehow she was perfectly fine with that. By the time he'd gone on to gripping her waist and trading blows against her ass cheeks with thrusts roughly past the tightness her body forced naturally, she was being told some very strange things for her ears. Mirellia Q. Melromarc, was not a woman who dabbled in race play. She didn't have the vocabulary or knowledge of that particular kind of depravity. But that didn't mean she was completely ignorant to the whispers either. In the moment that Donnie mentioned giving her his big black dick... her mouth opened and caught up before her mind even registered. Such was the power of one called a Vixen, the reactivity regardless of the situation, "YES!~ FUCK ME HARDER WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!~" fell out of her mouth long before she processed it and long before she could have thought the rest. Even so... she had a wonder if this wasn't why her family had so many... random people of color peppering its tree, 'Is that it? Is that part of being black? No one told me...' perhaps a bit of research was in order for later, but for now, she'd take the abuse of the long lad, as her body worked it's way to a fervor and the twitches of her rectum would eventually give way to an orgasm that would both wet the bed she laid atop and squeeze the lad behind her with nothing short of reckless abandon.

At the same time, Waver could count himself as having one devoted student. And Melty could easily keep the conversation going just to enjoy listening to the man speak. The dangers he spoke of concerning Dungeons which became red gates were no major problem for the girl on a personal level, but it was easy to see that it might be a major problem. Apparently the National Hunter Association was working on it. "So basically you can't eat stuff from inside a Dungeon. No one is carrying enough extra food to account for the Red Gates, and you don't even known when the Red Gates are coming. You get trapped inside, random biome, no gear for it specifically and only the food you go in with, and you have to hope it doesn't end up outranking you... or it's basically just a killer game of hide-n-seek? It seems almost impractical to go into a gate in the first place," Melty mentioned. Still, she understood the rest, the human greed, the dangers the influx of mana and all of that. Still there had to be a better way to prepare. "And then there's the crazy weather, did you know there were gravity pockets, and UV-spikes around London yesterday?!" Melty had more than enough material, and she'd be sure to keep everything going while she... enjoyed her lesson. Just the same she wouldn't be bothered about much else.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie was feeling right at home within Mirellia's bedroom ─ perhaps too at home. As he ravaged a literal queen's ass with his monstrous member, he thoughtlessly abandoned the 'literal' queen part and ignored every aspect of their interaction that wasn't sheer, carnal lust. Donnie had never been a seeker of race-play himself... but that didn't stop those who enjoyed it from bringing it right to his bed, or bringing him to their bed tainted with it. It was only natural to fall inline, and it seemed Mirellia herself was doing the same with screaming demands of his 'big black cock' assaulting her even harder. "Yeeeah, there we go! BBC on deck! Gimme dat! Who's ass is it?!" he continued. Perhaps Donnie would eventually realize what became of him in the midst of bedding the queen, but it would not happen right away. No, he'd instead be found eventually lifting each knee, squatting just to piledrive into her torso by rear entry. It was in such a way that Donnie worked himself up to the final hoorah. When the moment came, Donnie did what he did best: he showed out. "Come on now, take all o' dat!" Just then, another rough slam into Mirellia's ass occurred in conjunction with the hardest, most magically-enhanced slap yet. The impact was sure to resonate throughout the palace, and may have even vibrated everything solid for quite some distance beyond. Or... perhaps that was the impact of another supernova bursting into her guts ─ one that wouldn't subside for some time. "C'mon, turn around ─ get this here♪~"

All the while, a lesson continued uninterrupted. Melty had additional questions and concerns to offer while Waver nodded along. Preparation for Gates of all sorts was difficult for Strike Squads and the like. Though it seemed impractical for anyone to enter a Gate, Waver saw the civic and humane duty in it. "On a personal level, it is impractical. On the other hand, if no one entered the Gates to defeat the bosses, there would be Dungeon Breaks. That sort of thing is how the United States is missing a large chunk of its western coast, and Wales is... well, you know what happened wi─" The words ended there, if only because it seemed there was an earthquake happening. No... no, that wasn't right. Earthquakes caused tremors from below, but it felt as if there were tremors in the atmosphere itself. If Waver didn't know any better, he'd even assume he was being touched by reality. No... that was just ridiculous, and far too well-timed after Melty's mention of weather conditions. "Bakana?!" he blurted out initially. After only a few seconds, everything seemed to normalize. "I... do know about the weather... and I'm going to hope that was connected to it. . ."

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was being brought into a world she wasn't used to, one of race-play and degeneracy. She'd not been that sort of person to start with she was certain. Surely she wasn't the only young woman to find in a moment that she enjoyed a bit of contrast, but that was not really the point in the moment. It seemed the words that had fallen out of her mouth were indeed the right ones. When they left, the level of hype that Donnie experienced seemed to incrase by quite a bit. By the time he was asking her a question she was already surrendering to the sensations and feelings, "Fuck all, the ass is yours... innit?!~" she exclaimed seeming to not know what else to say. She had to surrender as he ploughed her so roughly. Beyond that there was still more, that magical feelng between them only seemed to build and by the time he was releasing something well past hot into her anus she was boiling over and experiencing her own orgams. Actually, both were managing to explode and the feelin in the amosphere was that of their combined magics colliding. It was brilliant. "FUCK YES GIVE IT ALL!~" the woman screamed as she came that warming sensation from the inside soemthing she couldn't get over. By the time the minutes stretched and he was pumping more and more into her ass, she'd eventually find herself relaxing, gently twitching but they weren't quite done yet. She'd agreed to see what he had to show, and this level of degeneracy was far beyond her normal expectations. Eventually though after extracting him from her rear, she turned around to take something else, she wasn't sure where it was going, but she was certain she wanted to experience it.

All the while, there was a minor hiccup. Whatever Waver had been about to say was lost, as he felt something withi his senses that Melty wasn't aware of. His practical lesson delivered with a full regular explanation. She'd take his words with just her regular curiosity. Of course she wasn't trying to have to deal with monster surges or anything like that, but that didn't ean that she wasn't fully aware that most of these things were... quite odd. "Stuff still going on? I heard some rapper flipped his car over it... or something. It's been crazy the last few days." Melty commented, currently none the wiser of the interruptions Of course, she also knew they had more lessons to come and more to do. So she'd continue watching, but... that utterance of 'Bakana!' would be saved in her memory, an exclaimation in that exact tone and cadence could be used for her imaginary tryst later. Perhaps one day, she'd think to tmake that something real... and she'd see how it went.