One might wonder what Princess Melty thought this looked like when mounting a defense. Such a strange statement that was, coming from someone who thought of magic after experiencing a simple trick used by parents across the world. They really must have been prince and princess more often than they were son and daughter. Oh well; he didn't have an ounce of blame to throw Mirellia's way for that. "Not what it looks like, huh? So you didn't sneak onto my plane, not tell your momma, and think you were gonna hide all that hair behind a dresser? 'Cause that's what it look like," he argued playfully. Donnie noted the fact that Prince Auric hadn't been exposed by the lass. Points were earned for that, but now... he had to test the boy. Slowly but surely, Donnie began sauntering toward the bed after locking the door. "You know a lot of other stuff is supposed to happen before the princess runs away with the knight, right? Like, they gotta build up a steamy kinda relationship and all that. But since you wanna basically kidnap yourself all early, we can skip all that and get straight to the freaky deaky. Come on over here, we gon' see if you can take it~" he said, aiming to draw the princess closer as he sat atop the mattress. Just as Donnie intended, Auric became... confused initially. Why was King Don speaking that way? What was he even talking about specifically? It was all sounding a bit bothersome to him.
Meanwhile, Nikki introduced herself properly. Whether she'd done so before or not, Crow couldn't even remember. He had his own way to remember her, and it came long before mention of a name. "Right then, Nikki. I suppose that's better than the descriptors I've been using in my head this whole time." With that admission out of the way, Crow was taking hold of the blunt once more. Nikki couldn't just pass it along, though ─ she had to accentuate her ass being her best feature. That magical clothing change he'd seen accidentally before was being put to use again, for the same outfit. Unlike the previous time, however, this application of that skimpy getup involved a very deliberate turn and bend over, effectively blinding Crow to the existence of anything but that absolute dumptruck she carried behind. As if that weren't enough on its own, she proved her ass had enough weight in each cheek for a simple bounce to spread them, letting them collide with each other naturally and... make noise. "Bloody hell, the damn thing gives an applause to itself! It's its own biggest fan ─ literally!" he rambled. As Nikki continued to clap her backside, Crow became more engrossed. 'Handle with care' was poppycock! "I'll be fucked if I do! I think I was wrong, y'know? That thing's a servy," he corrected of an earlier assumption. Crow was eventually told not forget about the tour he'd offered Nikki... but for whatever reason, she decided it was a good idea to give that reminder after planting her ass in his lap and grinding against a cock that was already one-third of the way to firmness from that brief show of hers. "Fuck me sideways! Yeah, yeah... a tour. The business end's right here in the middle. Bloody bastard right over there is a set of thrust levers," he said just to start with something more relative to his current train of thought.
Meanwhile, Nikki introduced herself properly. Whether she'd done so before or not, Crow couldn't even remember. He had his own way to remember her, and it came long before mention of a name. "Right then, Nikki. I suppose that's better than the descriptors I've been using in my head this whole time." With that admission out of the way, Crow was taking hold of the blunt once more. Nikki couldn't just pass it along, though ─ she had to accentuate her ass being her best feature. That magical clothing change he'd seen accidentally before was being put to use again, for the same outfit. Unlike the previous time, however, this application of that skimpy getup involved a very deliberate turn and bend over, effectively blinding Crow to the existence of anything but that absolute dumptruck she carried behind. As if that weren't enough on its own, she proved her ass had enough weight in each cheek for a simple bounce to spread them, letting them collide with each other naturally and... make noise. "Bloody hell, the damn thing gives an applause to itself! It's its own biggest fan ─ literally!" he rambled. As Nikki continued to clap her backside, Crow became more engrossed. 'Handle with care' was poppycock! "I'll be fucked if I do! I think I was wrong, y'know? That thing's a servy," he corrected of an earlier assumption. Crow was eventually told not forget about the tour he'd offered Nikki... but for whatever reason, she decided it was a good idea to give that reminder after planting her ass in his lap and grinding against a cock that was already one-third of the way to firmness from that brief show of hers. "Fuck me sideways! Yeah, yeah... a tour. The business end's right here in the middle. Bloody bastard right over there is a set of thrust levers," he said just to start with something more relative to his current train of thought.
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