<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Iris was emotionally underdeveloped. This was something factually noted about her, and the main reason besides the clinical standard that she wasn't called a 'sociopath', directly. What she knew and observed of people usually led her to manipulating others, but she wasn't entirely callous or malicious about it. She had her favorite people and though she didn't treat them with the same kindness that others might think was normal, she was kinder to them than she was to strangers. The main point of that would become obvious when she addressed the idea of getting involved in that situation with Nikki and Ronnie. "That situation isn't manageable for me. Not when Nik is being weirder than normal…" Iris decided upon those words carefully, if only because Nikki had offered her an olive branch and she was currently bending that branch to the confines of its proverbial breaking point. In truth her lack of understanding of Nikki's behavior was at least partly the reason she was avoiding pushing her buttons, she didn't know what the limit currently was…

Much the same, she didn't know what the limit was with Donnie, but as she explained her plan he seemed to be onboard. At the very least, he was already prepared to get them to the same kind of activity together. He had for her a condom that fit him, and a hand to drag her top away. She wanted control and he'd allow it. He wanted to see what she had going on, and she could only grin. "I am on it~ As the one on the bottom couch or floor?~" Iris asked that last question being completely practical, seemingly pleased with the progress. She'd be unbuckling his belt carefully, not sure why but she felt odd touching his clothing. 'Weird…' she mused internally. Still, Donnie was a work of art and worthy of appreciation, she'd be looking directly at him, as if studying his physical form, though it was notably without the underlying heat such gazes normally held. There was appreciation there, but it seemed to be without the sexual connotation most of those kinds of looks came with. At the same time, she was reaching for the zipper of her skirt and showing off that little pink and black thong so recently designed by Nikki. And showing off all her cheeks, beyond that she was more than willing to undo button and zipper alike on Donnie's pants and help him work them down careful though she was about it. Just the same, Kim was working on the detangle of Ronnie as well as trimming her ends. She had time before she decided to wander off for another smoke break.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever made Nikki 'weirder than normal' as Iris put it, was well beyond Donnie. From his perspective, Nikki rejected the girl for her own safety and by her own fault. She'd also been upset about Ronnie's involvement, but not nearly as upset in truth about the event itself ─ rather, the timing chosen. Well, he wasn't going to argue. Iris claimed it wasn't manageable, so he carried on with the assumption that she knew something he didn't. It was of no importance anyway.

Something would be happening quite soon. Unlike Iris, Donnie knew the two most likely to get in her way were occupied for some time. The strange thing Donnie noted for the moment was... Iris asking whether he wanted to take the floor, or the couch. She may have thought this through, but obviously not from all aspects ─ including thoughts of her own comfort as the resident virgin. "You prolly want couch," he said with only Iris's comfort in mind. Surely she would be better suited to having a bit more 'clutching' ability ─ or something easier on her knees, depending on the approach she'd take. Donnie saw the girl staring him down by the time his jeans slid down. It was notably a different kind of stare, even though Iris was still disrobing at a relatively normal pace. Something was missing, though. "You good? No Hannibal, man. Your cousin already on that Dahmer shit~" Donnie joked as his cock hung low and free, one hand now reaching for Iris's backside.

[Apollymi]

There were quite a few things Iris wouldn't learn for a while yet, and one of them was the true reason that Nikki was upset with the timing of her female relatives. She wouldn't know until Nikki's plan was fully underway, what it cost to interrupt an intimate moment. Not just one of carnality, not just a lustful desire, but something that felt… close and romantic in a way that Iris didn't recognize as romantic. But such was the nature of being a virgin with a brain more developed than their emotions. Something slipped through the gaps and what slipped through Iris's was the necessity for intimacy in a sexual experience. She'd made Donnie her number two choice after the Genokiller because she liked his looks, and could vibe with his music. She found him to be lyrically a genius and what she was looking for in general was someone to match her own intellect. In doing that she'd missed the rest, but missing that wouldn't stop her from moving forward…

Speaking of moving forward, Donnie was willing to do that but he obviously came with more experience than Iris had to work with. "I do?" That was almost a question, as Iris worked through the ideation of why she would want the couch instead of the floor. She didn't understand the strain and stress of positioning, but she did get a bit, whether knees or feet, there would be something comfortable for her legs. "Right. Comfort…" she muttered quietly as if that thought had completely escaped her mentality initially. Still soon enough, a hand would be finding her backside and Donnie would be holding her rear. A tiny jump would come from Iris as the warmth of his skin settled against her plump bottom and her body moved into his, accepting the warmth of his still exposed chest, "I get why that came up. Not that bad, cross me heart~" she said making that little cross mark directly over her exposed chest, as for the life of the girl she couldn't be bothered with a bra if she wasn't going to school. Still she understood certain things mechanically so her fingers began to travel up Donnie's chest and would eventually find themselves clasped behind his shoulders and she properly jumped into his arms. Physical contact was necessary, she knew that much and as a perfect functioning middle ground between her two older cousins she had legs and thickness, she'd use both to her advantage while knowing that her weight was nothing to most men to begin with and definitely nothing to a Hunter.

[Bloodedge]

Initially, Iris didn't seem to understand why the couch would be ideal for her. The fact that it took a few moments to realize why, said all that needed saying about how her mind worked... and what it lacked. "Yeah. You don't want this on some down and dirty when you ain't used to it," he preached. One might wonder how much Iris actually 'wanted' what Donnie had to offer at all. The signs of desire were clear, but perhaps... she was a little too ahead of herself. Oh well; Donnie had seen bigger guns jumped in the conquering of celebrities like himself. Perhaps she'd be fine.

At the very least, this girl's body did know what it sought. Donnie observed as much when he had a handful of her backside, leading to Iris's hand tracing his torso, and further heading toward a clasp of arms around him. That one hand became two, each cupping one of Iris's cheeks as Donnie worked himself back toward the couch for a seat. Naturally, he'd be bringing Iris right along with him, intending to hold her against his lower abdomen while those hands squeezed and kneaded her buttocks. "Aight, you on your way. What you got for me then? Talk to ya' boy~"

[Apollymi]

Iris was lacking in the ways of sexual sense for anything beyond its mechanics. Yes, she'd spent the entire day working around the magical part of it, but… she figured it wasn't actually possible for someone to have a cock they couldn’t actually fit inside of a body. And to test that theory, she'd watched it work for members of her own family, as such it could only be so far outside of her own control. Admittedly, Donnie's statement about her involvement in that stairs scene was oddly reminiscent of what Auric had to say about it in the moment. 'Is that a variable caused by male perspective horniness?' she wondered. Never stopping to realize that her issue in a moment like this was that she didn't have the functional amount of arousal required. Oh well, it seemed that bodies would lean into their natural desires whether her mind ever caught up to it or not. As for his actual initial statement she could only reply one way, "Right, everyone says that… which is why I'm on top," Iris said. She'd thought through the basics… she understood that she wasn't the type to let someone else be in control of this sort of situation. She also realized it would likely take a great deal of concentration to fit something like that inside herself.

They moved slowly. Her body bending into warmth her hips wiggling under the massage of her ass cheeks. Iris would find herself moved along with Donnie as he took a seat on that couch and she'd be on her knees on either side of his thighs against the softness of those cushions. Her core near the warmth of his cock, throbbed just a little as she began the gentle shifting and reaching back for his cock, while her own body bent gently backwards so she could handle the head of his cock in her hands. And then he spoke, of hearing from her, of them being on their way and she paused, not the first movements of her hands or the shifting of her hips in his lap, but her face. She looked over her own body at him and drew a blank, as if her brain was catching up to the necessary features of this kind of sexual experience. She was used to doing things, to extrapolating, to figuring it out as she went along. Iris was inhuman in the way she thought about things, so she was used to using others as templates for how she addressed people in specific situations. In this case, she couldn't use the firmest bases she had, as he'd already experienced both of those and she knew the potential of seeming disingenuous. "I was mostly planning to make sure it could actually fit and heat up without presenting too many problems, seeing how far I get without an interruption…" Iris pontificated. "This really is a lot though, even having seen it work I'm not sure I understand it and that's…" Iris didn't finish the thought. It wasn't often she didn't understand something and it was somewhat exciting as a thought, exciting in such a way that her loins throbbed against his shaft as she gently rocked her body against his. "Ah, I'm going to be really weird about this," she seemed to be thinking aloud instead of potentially intending to get an answer. But there was a certain little itch developing as she moved and it would eventually end in her sliding back enough to place Donnie's dick up and against her own abdomen finding its length ridiculous by comparison from this direction. "Ain't no way…" she muttered seeming to find it to be audacious to consider it actually going inside her for any legitimate amount of its length.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie urged Iris the same way he urged all of his sexual partners throughout history. He'd always relished in the moment someone let their mind as a matter of passion. It was much the same as when he felt best as a rapper, singer, and a listener of music. When he said such a thing to Nikki and Ronnie, he got two different types of responses. That was the best part ─ the part that revealed differences between people speaking their own truths. When he goaded Iris, however, what he got was... something strangely scientific and calculated for a sexual experience. While Donnie pontificated those words, Iris moved in such a way as to place his cock between them... and against her own abdomen.

He'd been feeling some physical reactions from the lass all along, so Donnie didn't believe she was without desire. Still, it seemed those desires were less about the experience, and more about the hypotheses and... something else. Of course, it was no surprise how she or anyone else would react to his endowment when face-to-face with the idea of penetration. Still leaving previous matters in the back of his mind, Donnie made that the point worth addressing. "Don't worry 'bout all that. You probably wanna chill for a lil' bit. You need some help, or you think you good?" Donnie left that question hanging while he flashed the condom once more, left hand still groping Iris's rear. He was grinding very slowly beneath her, feeling the necessary signs of arousal from the base of his shaft... but something else seemed to be a little off. "Either way, don't trip. I think you can handle a lil' bit."

[Apollymi]

Iris was clever, likely to a fault. She was adaptive enough to figure out that she would be an odd person in a situation like this… but still missing just enough information to not know exactly why her methodology was flawed for the situation she was trying to create. Still, if Donnie was loking for the honesty of a mind not working or only filled with passion, he'd not be getting that from Iris. No… Iris was one who completely mentaly processed most moments. She didn't say things naturally and nothing fell out of her mouth without filtering or adjustment to make her seem more normal. That being said, Donnie had still technically received the most honest version of Iris she could offer, she let him see her mind working and allowed him to deal with it according to his own feelings.

Still, by the time Iris was rubbing his cock against herself and measuring it with her body and once again coming to the conclusion that it simply wouldn't fit. Donnie was there to add in his own thoughts. He thought she might have been worrying, and he was technically right. Iris's brain was buzzing with all the potential issues, of a moment like this but Donnie offered help, or rather wondered if she thought she was good. "Help…" she said that one word as if she'd never considered it before in this particular situation. And maybe she'd not… perhaps she was the type to know something but not relate it back to herself without fully understanding the functionality of it. "I would think I'm good, but as the person who knows more… I'll hear you out," Iris mentioned a small smile coming to her face. The advice she took from others or even letting them speak was a special kind of allowance not that most people realized enough why that was. She wasn't rushing herself per his earlier words, but her body moved in the way that felt most natural to her, and her hands gained a unique understanding of tool and body that seemed to take a way a layer of stress. "I'll take the vote of confidence, what else ya' got for me?~" Iris wondered as she allowed her body to move and work as it pleased, slowly but surely beginning to feel a build up of heat and wetness, but not the outright 'arousal' that others tended to have when King Don was the one they were aiming for. No matter, her movements would lead to a trail a gentle moistening of his cock from the base to the tip which she'd rub against herself a few times as well, seeming to enjoy the feeling enough to keep it going while waiting for advice and the like.

[Bloodedge]

One certainty in this matter was that Iris didn't seek only the experiment. Donnie could feel the wetness spreading along the bottom of his erection; the 'robot' girl wasn't without physical desire at all. This surely wasn't just some sociopathic maneuver meant to root her in, though one couldn't discredit that being a factor to some extent either. His offered help met a repeat of the phrase, as though it were almost a foreign concept. Either way, she was willing to hear his brand of wisdom even while spreading her wetness along him. "Bet bet. We gotta just take it slow, feel me? I don't know if you rushin' or not, but that ain't ever get anybody anywhere. Probably should've got you a little somethin' else first," he chattered.

As he spoke, Donnie's hand slipped itself around Iris's backside a bit more. His middle finger sought her entrance, just barely displaced from his own tool as folds rubbed against it. He aimed to find that wet pocket and prod at it. As for what else he had for her, that was a difficult question to answer. "I mean, from what I saw earlier... I got a lot for you. I'm tryna put it down. But for real, I'm ready to act the fuck up right now. You sure you ready to make a move?" he asked, all while using that singular digit as a testing utensil ─ seeing how much ease or difficulty he might find working it inside the lass.

[Apollymi]

Iris did indeed have her own desires, but she could also work with information that she could use. Donnie was an experienced man, as opposed to her working purely off of observations, supposition and her own ideations. What did Donnie have to offer her, after learning how very detached she managed to be, even while being the one seeking extra sexual contact. He advised a slow approach. He claimed she shouldn't be rushing and given the pure size he had to work with she could agree. It wasn't her intention to feel anything greater than a bit of discomfort, she didn't intend to hurt herself on his dick just to assert herself properly. Perhaps she'd eventually have a moment of brilliance and remember that she didn't need to rush for real. "I wasn't trying to rush… not like that anyway," Iris asserted. The truth was she was trying to get to this moment, but not actually aiming to finish it quickly just to get far enough in that she couldn't be stopped. "Also everyone keeps saying that but I might be a bit too weird to have those kinds of extra options," Iris concluded. She knew her oddities and also knew she wouldn't just have sex with anyone, she was far too picky about who got to be part of her inner circle and thus was far too picky about who would potentially get to enter her body.

As such King Don was the one who got to have her, because her other choices were currently even more unavailable. So, she took it slow, continued that slow rocking and Donnie added to it. Given all the mirrors in the room, he was bound to be able to see the extreme arch her back took while his finger went to prod her entrance. What he would find was something moist and somehow still quite tight, but a bit of prodding would let him inside and would have her feeling the first thing larger than a tampon to ever enter her body. How strange, she could feel a finger in her core prodding at her entrance, and it had about the amount of discomfort she expected but it didn't hurt. 'I can work with that…' she thought for a moment as her hips shifted naturally towards that process. "Haaa~" Iris opened her mouth and she sounded like someone sinking gently into warm water, it also felt surprisingly similar. Just a smidge too hot to be comfortable. "I don't stop until I hit a wall… that's how I am," Iris said, "So, we can see how far it goes~" she said in a manner just lightly teasing.

[Bloodedge]

Though Iris wasn't trying to rush in the way she interpreted Donnie's statement, he still believed she was getting ahead of herself in a few ways. Her 'weirdness' aside, he wouldn't fly over any concerns of safety or pleasure. Such was the reason he soon had a finger working its way into Iris's core. It took a fair amount of work to get that finger where it needed to be, but it wasn't really more work than Donnie anticipated. In fact, he could compare it to a number of inexperienced women he'd dealt with. "Aight aight, we tight but we workin'. You aight?" he asked.

According to Iris, she had no intentions of stopping her momentum until a wall was reached. Donnie couldn't hate that kind of approach to anything, so long as said wall wasn't made of spikes or something. He could work within her plan. "Bet it up. Shit soundin' pretty good right now. I'ma ready up. You let me know when you see that wall," he suggested. With that, Donnie kept one hand occupied to slowly work that finger within the lass. His other hand took a few moments to place the condom wrapper betwixt his teeth, letting it be ripped open to free the contraceptive. Once that was done, he was working it onto his erection between them, thinking this exchange with Iris could actually work out after all. Time would tell if he was right or wrong, but he'd ensure the preparations were made between her legs regardless.

[Apollymi]

Iris noted her own oddities, but wouldn't be one who could explain fully the difference between her actions and thoughts. In truth, she wasn't rushing but even though she didn't know it, she was currently in over her head, in a very specific way. She wasn't the type of girl another person could take advantage of, but she was definitely the type who could and would end up responsible for her own reckoning. Such was on its way as she felt the start of things. A finger of Donnie's working its way into her core, but not getting a negative reaction was something she could accept, she'd even answer Donnie quite affirmatively, "It's tighter than I expected, but I'm good~" she managed, but even as she became more relaxed with that over time, there was a certain nagging itch in the back of her mind. Still, it was something she could mostly ignore, until of course it was nearing time to move on…

The squeeze of a finger was tight but the slickness of her loins implied to her that she could move on to the next bit without too much of a problem. She could work her way up to it and would do. She'd remained relaxed and in contact with Donnie, touching his cock rubbing herself against him right up until the point of him gloving up. "Right~ I can handle that…" Iris admitted. She didn't expect to find a way or not be able to get past any initial discomfort or misgivings, but… a wall wasn't ever something one expected. Soon enough she was gliding back, the head of his cock properly aligned to her entrance. She'd determined the initial push shouldn't involve a high lift and instead she'd be easing herself onto it. Squeezing the squishy part of his glans against the tightness of her opening. She rocked her hips, she moved, with patience and care, and she'd eventually find it, worked down the entire head of him… within her core which was stretching around him, "Hmmaa…haaaa. Haaa…. " she breathed, and it was heavy and deep, but something stopped her. The firmness beyond his glans had no give. Her mind wouldn't allow her body to completely relax… 'Shit! Not now… I can't be stopped right now!' her brain was screaming and her heart was pounding but not in a good way, as she gently shifted, up and back and back to the head, she moved her hips in the way that felt most natural in Donnie's lap, but she couldn't force herself to go any deeper. And what she found in this moment was a mental hangup. Luckily or unluckily, Ronnie was downstairs being tucked under a dryer as well, and within a moment or two, Kim was climbing the stairs going to check on the youngest member of the Corbyn/Postwick clan, and a man she knew couldn't actually stop himself from something that caught his interest.