<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Another casual difference between Donnie and Drake and something that Nikki found way more endearing, was not having to explain the closeness between her and her family. She'd been lead to believe that Americans didn't potentially understand what it was to have a close knit family unit... but Donnie understood. "Right?!~ It's brilliant!~" she agreed easily and the man could do whatever he wanted with her sister. She could only agree that Ronnie had more than earned any treatment she wanted based solely upon being such a good and active wingman. Moving past this point, there was the matter how how Nikki would be facing, and according to Donnie it was her birthday. She'd made the offer based on the fact that she wouldn't be moving off for a while. And perhaps, that was fine. But... if her own choice of birthday was taken into account she'd ride while staring down into his face and gorgeous eyes. "Suit yourself, mate~" Nikki offered almost playfully, knowing she'd actually switch it up if he decided he wanted it. Thus, he was once again given a full frontal view of her. Her legs separated, her feet on either side of his hips and with his cock aligned she began a slow paced descent over his covered cock. She'd be careful at least initially and until she felt absolutely full. It would take a full minute to get him deep enough and she'd be exhaling pleasantly while looking into his face watching a perfect work of art while she prepared herself for a crazy ride.

Speaking of those in a precarious situation. That party in an echo chamber would be carrying on. Once a minute at least, an echoing voice would occur. The second such came with a slow and deliberate removal of a bead from Agy's backside. Each second was agonizing but also pure and utter perfection. All the while a pair of individuals were headed to that well-lit closed shop. "I'm glad your flight wasn't bad. I'm sure you'll have a lovely time," Serena said as she pulled into the store's employee parking. "Yeah that's all good. I'm surprised someone would still be up for a meeting. It's late as shit. I mean I slept most of my flight but... I figured with fashion week wrapping up this meetiing would have been put off," a woman who went by the name of Frankie said while stretching. Serena only smiled, "Artists don't keep such strict schedules," she pointed out. And then Serena walked to the back, and took out a piece of cake and her tablet and lead Frankie inside and towards the couch. "Signore, I've returned. First and foremost, Miss, Francesca Drake. I also have cake, and thanks offered for your gift~" Serena said while Frankie walked up. She was dressed comfortably a pair of slightly baggy jeans a pair of basketball sneakers and a comfortable hoodie. Her hair up in a ponytail but still straightened as she'd been prepared to work. "Damn you look comfortable as hell," Frankie said her first assessment of the situation.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever Nikki wanted to do, Donnie was absolutely fine with. She gave him a choice, and he deferred. With that being the case, Nikki chose to have them face one another during an epic descent down his held tool. All the while, Donnie felt things were a little... strange. He surely should have been less high by now, but as Nikki's loins squeezed their way around him, he felt more intoxicated. 'Damn, did that nigga hit me wit' a Riley?' Donnie wondered as his head leaned back, mouth opening to let loose a long and contented sigh. He didn't make any moves just yet, but the clenching of muscles around Donnie's core would reveal his body's intentions for whenever Nikki settled properly. Until then, he'd simply be looking up and down the visible portion of Nikki's body, basking in the moment of penetration.

Back at one of Giovanna's shops, the designer himself had been waiting for quite some time. Eventually, he was satisfied to hear two approaches. There was only one person who could presently get into the shop: Serena. Internally elated, Giorno took a deep drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling as he stored the rest in the slot of an ashtray. "Grazie di cuore, Serena. Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked through the billowing smoke. Francesca's voice struck his ear afterwards, and he stood to face her. "Francesca Drake, mio cara. Thank you for coming to meet with me. Is there anything we can get for you? Some cake? Or would you like to skip straight to business?" he asked. One could easily note that Giorno's eyes were already wandering, scanning Francesca's form and ensemble in great detail and with untold, yet clearly deep purpose.

[Apollymi]

Meanwhile, a moment of mighty joining was finally happening. Nikki had dreamed about this exact moment for most of her teen life. She'd not been sure of how it would happen, how it would feel or even if she'd ever actually get the opportunity to find out. But now that she was fully in this moment, she was surprisingly focused. Her eyes moved around his body, taking in very detail. Her hips were lowering at a steady pace and she was enjoying thickness well beyond anything she was used to filling her up, stretching her out. "When I imagined this I didn't think it would be so hard!" Nikki murmured mostly to herself as she appreciated every moment of friction. She watched the muscles in his lower abdomen twitch she could see it as she came to rest near the end of his cock. And once her hands could be removed from holding up his shaft, she wiggled just a little. Right to left. "Alright... haaaa!~" she said with a long and contented moan. Her insides had been twitching the entire time she made that descent and now that it was done she'd start the rest, a rise and fall as she slowly built up speed on to him. Preparing for a bouncing ride that had her hips moving and her cheeks clapping even where they couldn't be seen.

Meanwhile, Giorno was being greeted by his assistant and primary model, who'd returned to a store in the wee hours of the morning with a new model in tow. She'd spent the earlier part of her night stopping in on a birthday party, before heading to the airport to pick up the pink haired woman. The smoking habit of Giorno was one that Serena was used to, Francesca for her part was also finding him to be less... completely outrageous than she would have expected of an artsy type. "I had a great time, got to see the live performance of a member of Lost Galaxy, met the Queen of England, got to eat a slice of cake from a kitchen being run by Madeline de Pointe du Lac and got to watch a failed marriage proposal. I recorded that one by the way... quite eventful for a 21st birthday celebration~" Serena mentioned as if it was a perfectly normal kind of day. Still, Giorno speaking directly to Francesca gave her a bit of pause, under normal circumstances, she would have pointed out her preference of being called 'Frankie' but somehow it was appreciable. "I mean, you paid for the ticket... and it's not every day a random fashion designer wants to see me..." Frankie mentioned casually. "I slept most of my flight, I don't really need anything. Not the type to turn down cake or a cigarette though... I haven't had one all day, left my pack somewhere~" she said almost casually. "You can go on and explain whatever business thing though... I'm cool with multi-tasking," she pointed out almost casually. She didn't have enough information to know whose birthday had been attended but it sounded like it'd been quite the event. She figured the night would be normal, someone taking measurements picking fabrics and the like and then she'd come back for fittings and specializing. She ahd no idea the full scope of modeling in a post magical world, but she was about to find out.

[Bloodedge]

After two individuals had spent most of the afternoon and the entire evening moving toward fornication, the moment was finally upon them. Nikki shifted lower and lower, squeezing his length until she found satisfaction in depth. Along the way, she mentioned the unexpected 'hardness' of the endeavor. Donnie chuckled, though it sounded equally like a moan or another sigh. "You got it, mami. I'ma act like you meant to make that joke," he said about her very specific word choice. By the time she was moving side to side in his lap, Donnie's arms were beginning to move of their own accord. "Mmm♪~" he moaned. At that point, Donnie had every intention of reaching out to grasp at Nikki's rear... but he stopped just before contact could be made. Why? Well, something incredible was happening. Once she began bouncing atop him, he could hear clapping from behind the lass. Donnie's eyes widened in a mix of disbelief and awe. If she was really managing something like that, he'd be a fool to get his hands involved and interrupt the process. So... instead, he lay there looking dumbfounded, hands merely floating around. "Ay dios mio..."

Serena had some things to report. Her night had been rather fun, but also rather eventful. An impromptu Lost Galaxy performance, a meeting with the Queen of England herself, cake from a very noteworthy French chef known for baked goods, and a failed marriage proposal that could have only been one person's miscalculation. "I thought Lost Galaxy left earlier today? Between that and the queen actually taking one of those ridiculous invitations, I don't know what's more surprising. I'll have to see that recording later. Let me just focus for a moment," he said. Giorno intended to focus a great deal of attention on Francesca, who was still surprised a designer took interest in her. He wasn't going to make the same point twice. As for her needs, there were none of note... but a bit of cake and a cigarette were desirable to the woman. "Then you can have my slice. I only want a bite. I'm watching my figure~" he said in a lighthearted manner that may or may not have been a joke. "Cigarettes are there on the table. Smoke at your leisure ─ preferably near the purifier. Now, for business... I've been imagining a look for you. Are you attached to those things you're wearing now?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki and Donnie had taken a long road and from Nikki's perspective an even longer build up to reach this moment. It took her a while, but eventually she had words to share and a sense of fullness which she was quite enjoying. Words that came from her could be taken as a joke, she took a second and then, chuckled too... "Damn, I'm right brilliant aren't I?" she said sarcastically. At least she was gaining some understanding of how Leon managed to always seem so dumb. She could only hope it'd wear off with the high she was experiencing. Still they couldn't remain stationary and as Nikki began to move, she heard a moan while staring into his face. "Hm, don't half love that," Nikki murmured as her own movements began. Those bounces slowly but surely became more intense, and then the ovation began with no hands to show for the clapping to be heard. As she kept it up, those bounces found their own steady rhythm, as if the clapping itself was the motion worth going for. She could feel it, the steady and intense build up, around something far thicker than her usual. What was more, the stunned response of Donnie also hit her ears as she watched his hands not make it to her body and she chuckled. "Come on, mate!~ Some hands won't stop me either~" she said teasingly, leaving herself open to full exploration and carrying on with the full intention of reaching climax in exactly this fashion. 'I'm bouncing on King Don... this might have made my decade!~' she thought. This was such a strong start to the next year of her life, she was certain nothing formerly acceptable would ever be.

Frankie was also hearing the exact details of Serena's night for the first time. "That's wild," she almost casually. Giorno seemed at least a little interested in the oddities surrounding the night and wanted to see the video she'd shot later. "Apparently, Donovan King, stayed behind. And the Queen accepted that invitation and participated in the festivities~ But I'll save the rest for later, Signore~" Serena said, there was a hint of deviousness in her visage but that really didn't matter much. Frankie noted it and wondered if this one would be fun to hang out with... she figured the answer was yes, and would be holding that for later. Beyond that... Francesca herself would be offered a cigarette and most of a slice of cake, apparently the designer was watching his figure. She gave him a look over and her brows furrowed. "Are you watching it disappear?" Frankie asked as she looked at the man seemingly aghast. She was sure his waist measurement was smaller than hers. Though he was broad shouldered and admittedly lean with a face not pretty but also not overly masculine. She could honestly call him handsome with crazy hair. Still she'd mind his rulings and let him carry on, she figured he'd take his measurements and she'd eat cake and chat up Serena a bit more. As for his question she shrugged, "Not particularly no... I mean these are comfy clothes but nothing is limited edition or anything. Well, except the underwear, but you can see me, you understand why that stuff is expensive," she said waving off thinking about anything too much. "Why'd you ask that though?" she wasn't sure where his mind was going and she wasn't completely obtuse enough to not want to have at least a cursory understanding of what was going on when someone was doing something.

[Bloodedge]

Obviously Nikki didn't intend that double entendre. The way she admitted it, left Donnie only capable of laughing lightly. "Go 'head wit' it. That's some good wordplay. Classic shit~" he played along. It was nothing to keep up a bit of casual fun as they delved into fornication, though that wouldn't last long. No, the fun and games all disappeared the moment Donnie realized Nikki's ass wasn't playing around at all. He lost focus for anything but that clapping. He couldn't even let his hands make contact for fear of stopping a masterful show. According to Nikki, however, hands wouldn't even stop her. "Chingón. I believe you, but I like to let people go off when they do somethin' I can't fuck wit'," he admitted. With that, both of Donnie's hands raised in deference again. He wasn't going to interrupt that end... but Nikki did have a chest that was ripe for groping, so Donnie only had to redirect his hands' attentions a bit. . .

"Bene. I'll be sure to have a look." Those were Giorno's final words to Serena before he fixated on his latest muse. A bit of discussion was commonplace before the work began. In offering Francesca most of his cake with the claim of watching his figure, she had an... observation? It seemed a little more than just some joke, but Giorno knew what his own physique was. "It's preemptive dieting. I'll be going to see my mamma soon. Too much-a da pasta, you know?" he said in a lighthearted manner, even patting his stomach with one hand. That aside, Giorno began pacing in a wide circle around Francesca. His eyes slowly wandered down, up, down, and up again as he looked at her. Taking measurements was such a simplistic thing; he didn't need to worry about that. His only concern was whether she fancied her current clothes or not. According to Francesca herself, only the undergarments were worth anything to her. "Name?" he asked in regards to her 'expensive' underwear. "I ask because whatever you're wearing is-a finito, kaput! If you want to keep something, don't wear it in front of me." As he spoke, Giorno had one hand repeatedly rising into the air, fingers pursed to emphasize his points. "But the rest... Mio cara, you will have only the best, right onto your body! Dritto al punto!"

[Apollymi]

There was always a bit of fun to have at one's own expense. Nikki wasn't the type of person who'd take herself too seriously. it didn't matter to her that she'd accidentally said something silly, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. She'd enjoy the feedback and also have a laugh. "Innit?~" Nikki continued the little joke. Still, her movements continued and each upward and downward movement that lead to that clapping seemed to be holding just the same, and it was getting easier by the moment. She could feel it, gaining casual slickness and allowing her to feel pressure with every movement. It would only get better as well. Donnie made a few claims, among those words of Spanish and the like, he claimed not to interfere with things he couldn't properly improve upon. "Well, I like going off, but... I also like collaboration~" Nikki confirmed. She'd be leaning forward a bit, her body finding a perfect bit of balance as hands finally made their way to something, this time in particular her chest, which felt nice enough that she had a little moan slip from her mouth. All the while the pressure was building, bit by bit and she was holding it knocking all the way against the entrance of her womb by the time she'd found the perfect tempo.

All was well in Serena's world, she and Giorno would likely be reviewing footage, so she'd take the time to make sure she got all of it, so they could watch it like a movie. In the meantime, Serena would be chuckling about the words spoken by Francesca, but she'd not comment. Apparently, the man was dieting ahead of going home to visit his mother and eating too much pasta. Frankie's head tilted to the right and she nodded. "Ah, that makes sense. Though in that case, showing up skinny usually gets you fed extra," she said knowing what it was like to visit her grandmothers. As for things on Francesca Drake's body that she wasn't entirely willing to part with, the young woman would hold her hands up. "I buy the HK stuff, it's my favorite and I don't know how to say it, and I refuse to butcher it..." Frankie said an oddly respectful individual for someone who outwardly seemed more than a little abrasive. What she heard next while a man stared at her... was that he had an idea in mind and that her clothing choices should be things she didn't mind losing. They'd be going immediately and replaced by his design. "Uh, this sounds like something way freakier than I'm used to is about to happen..." Francesca said. Serena paused, and did one quick check on her tablet, the woman known as Francesca Drake wasn't a registered Hunter nor a documented awakener. She was likely about to see a very different form of magic than she was used to.

[Bloodedge]

Though he was content to avoid disturbing the movements of Nikki's hips in any way, shape or form, Donnie could never be a slouch. Perhaps it was his own moral compass. Perhaps it was ADHD not letting him remain inactive for any stretch of time. Or, perhaps it was the number of times he'd been at the receiving end of a slipper instilling in him an ultimatum of fairness. Whatever the cause, he was going to contribute in some way. For starters, there was the groping of Nikki's chest. That wasn't enough. She spoke of collaboration, which was right up his alley... but that would be understood soon enough. "Yeah me too, but there's all types of collabs out there. I ain't about to step on your beat~" he joked. As for his actual contribution, Donnie would be joining the mix with his hips. Nikki had already set the tempo well enough. For his part, Donnie joined the rhythm with a winding motion of his own hips, bumping at each of her descents to match pace with those clapping cheeks.

At the same time, Giorno and Francesca were developing a working relationship as the old ways dictated: with a bit of chatter. Their cultures were similar enough that Francesca knew his trip home would result in overfeeding for how slim he was... but perhaps she understood the rest as well. "I am Italian, and I'm afraid some stereotypes are true. Unless you're morbidly obese, you'll always be too skinny for mamma~" he said with a chortle. Onto the matter of Francesca's unmentionables, the brand she chose was a noteworthy one indeed. HK could only mean Heart Kreuz ─ something he wouldn't dare butcher either. "Excellent choice. I'll see if I can't talk Maximillian into sending some new pieces," he said. By then, Giorno had stopped pacing to Francesca's forward left, where he looked over her with a hand against his chin. This ordeal was indeed going to be something 'freakier' than she was used to. "I don't know what you are used to. Take off your clothes. You can put back on whatever is being discarded. I will work with it for your comfort."

[Apollymi]

Nikki didn't understand the multiple purposes of slipper based abuse. Donnie's mother was a woman who gave him many aspects that weren't always present, and one of them would be fairness. While she bounced in his lap on top of a dick which was being used in the same way as a dildo mounted to a flat surface, the man himself began to touch her. Hands on her bosom, but not at all moving in anyway that could disrupt her ride. That was until he found a few more words to share. He wouldn't intrude on her work or jump in on her beat... but he'd add to their combined efforts nonetheless. Nikki would soon finding a winding movement belew her, ending with extra rubbing against her walls as she raised and lowered herself. Now that it wasn't just a matter of pure friction there was something appreciable happening here. "Oh!~ Brilliant!~" Nikki moaned. She could definitely work with that addition and would be enjoying the press against all the different walls inside her person as her own loins began to pulse. Movements like these wouldn't take too long to build up and work with, the abolutely tight squeeze of her loins would be happening as extra lubrication was applied to the condom and Donnie's cock within her was squeezed like it was in a vicegrip. And thus would be how Nikki made her first great climb.

At the same time, Francesca and Giorno were getting to know each other. The joked about being made fat by family members, and Francesca would be learning in the moments surrounding this conversation that some stereotypes were truthful, and that'd aside from being obese he'd always be considered skinny. "Ha~ I get that. Good to know it isn't just us~" she said seeming to find the whole thing amusing. Serena listened and smiled, it was astounding to her, how different siblings could be... Meanwhile, in Frankie's mind she was wondering if she was going to encounter issues with her oddities and instead found only acceptance and offers of strange intensity. Apparently, Giorno could get in contact with the brand she enjoyed and offered such randomly. "Word? Is that how that works... that's kinda wild," she said, but Frankie definitely wouldn't be turning such a thing down. From the outsides, the more capable of the Drake siblings seemed humble and reasonable, she was actually having quite the reasonable time. Soon enough the man was holding his chin and looking over her again. He didn't know what she was used to, but he adviced her to take off her clothes and put back on what she didn't mind losing. "That's... odd. But not like I care about that part..." Frankie said. She'd stand up, enptying her pockets of phone and wallet before pulling a hoodie over her head while stepping out of sneakers. Beneath the hoodie she wore a simple white-shirt and a normal belt and she was unbuckling her belt and slipping off a shirt. Beneath them she had on a bra made of silk and oddly enough pink in color. She had on beneath her baggy pants a matching pair of silk pink boy shorts which fit the curves of her body comfortably. This really might have been her favorite set, so she'd be stripping out of those too, before sliding back into jeans and t-shirt as if all was right in the world. One could note during that woman's moment of nudity, that her feet were perfectly pedicured and also painted a light pink, and that there wasn't a single other scar present anywhere else on her body, only that long one right across her face.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie finally brought his own bit of flavor to the encounter. Based solely on Nikki's verbalization once he started, he could believe she enjoyed the motion. "You like that one?" he asked confidently. That wind was something he fully intended to keep going for the foreseeable future. His groping behavior even adjusted to match, as though Nikki's breasts were records rotating at pace with their bodies and the beat of her backside. Donnie was no stranger to a tight fit. Something about this one was already a little odd, but it was too much of a good thing to think twice about. He could call it just shy of painful, but also welcoming in a way he couldn't explain. At times, he even felt like something was trying to pull him deeper into the lass ─ impossibly so. It was just noticeable enough to be a little confusing. Oh well; he'd keep enjoying himself and blame the intoxication for such things.

Giorno and people of his ilk weren't the only sorts being engorged by maternal figures, it seemed. A healthy bit of commiseration was good for breaking the ice, just as the idea of setting Francesca up with her preferred underwear designer may have been. Giorno was glad to hear she wasn't rejecting offers for any additional freebies. So many people went the polite route just to waste his time at the end of any given day. "Yes, it shouldn't be much of an issue. Serena, per favore," he said simply. Setting up a conversation with Max would be the easy part, he knew... but that was irrelevant. Giorno's request was called odd, yet Francesca proceeded to strip away her clothing right there in the open, one article after another. Giorno unabashedly stared, absorbing every aspect of her nudity as flesh became visible. By the time she was dressed again, Giorno had a full mental image of her unfiltered state and all of its magnificence. "Molto bene. Come, come. I can see it~" he instructed, stepping onto the stage. If Francesca joined him, she'd find one of the blonde's hands grasping her shirt while the other lay upon her hip. Such would begin the impromptu unraveling of her clothes from those points of contact. . .

[Apollymi]

Donnie brought something new to Nikki, and skilled bit of activity from below. She'd bounced this way upon many and thought some thrusted up, there wasn't always any real rhyme or reason to it. In this case, she was getting a waving motion which hit several spots along the way back to the womb's entrance. Every knock at the end felt like something she should have pressed harder against, but she could easily blame a thought like that on how very high she'd been all day and how good everything felt. Cheeky commentary had Nikki nodding as she bounced, but those bounces were becoming every so slightly different. "I really do, I feel like I could actually act up~" Nikki moaned gently. From a ride meant to guarantee her own satisfaction to something to add to the collaboration. It was easy enough, her hips began a little swing the clap not stopping but slowing just a bit, matching the winding from below but going in the opposite directly. As if she intended for their combined movements to hit every spot within her walls before reaching the end. And such would be how they carried on. 'Fuck! It's so good, fucking King Don might be the best thing I've ever done with my sex life!' Nikki thought, but why stop there, why wouldn't it become the best thing she'd done with her life? Well, because they were purposefully protecting themselves from conceiving a child by way of condom usage.

Meanwhile, Serena was finding Francesca Drake a breath of fresh air after meeting her presumably younger brother earlier. It would seem that Heart Kreuz was Fracesca's technical favorite lingerie to buy for herself. As such new pieces were being commissioned by Giorno directly on his new muses behalf. And Frankie for her part in this, definitely wouldn't be turning down a perk like that... Serena would be looking up the man's number and beginning to dial, "Ovviamente, though he was at the festivities as well..." she said placing a phone call directly to him from Giorno's line for the purpose of connecting to the two fashion giants. All the while Frankie had stirpped down and then put back on the clothes she didn't mind potentially losing. Only then would she be finding out about the oddity. She'd felt Giorno's eyes on her, and hadn't bothered feeling oddly about it, but he seemed very excited by the time she stipped back on that t-shirt. And she was soon enough being ushered over to a stage. She stepped onto with a raised brow. Her hands were up, but soon enough she was seeing something truly magical happen with her own eyes. Threads of her clothing were coming undone. "Yo! That's fucking crazy... you awakened with something like that?!" she seemed legitimately surprised to see such a practical use of magic.

[Bloodedge]

If Nikki was finding the ability to actually 'act up' as she'd stated before, she was completely free to do so in Donnie's opinion. He encouraged as much. It was her birthday, and she wasn't shy at all about sharing her excitement over the 'present' fate had given her. If he had the ability to deliver something that would let her show out, it was his duty to ensure that happened. "Go off, mami. I ain't gonna stop you," Donnie claimed. Though she'd proved it well enough already at two different venues, Nikki once again displayed her sense of rhythm via shifting hips that had him taking on a greater variety of angles within her canal, all while Donnie himself kept the same pattern going. He wasn't privy to the thoughts in Nikki's mind, but Donnie did have some internal musings of his own. Mostly, he was wondering what sort of weed they smoked in Europe, as there was no reason for him to wonder why protected sex felt so very... detailed.

By request, Serena was soon reaching out to the man known as Maximillian Kreuz. She wouldn't be reaching him with incredible ease. While the phone rang, Giorno began the destructive process against Francesca's original ensemble. Everything was being reduced to tendril-like threads, much to the pink-haired woman's surprise. Those threads would be coiling around the curves of her body in an unnecessarily intimate manner. "It isn't, ah, how to say... too different, compared to how I did things for special projects before. This just-a makes it much easier. Open toe or closed? I see you keep a pedicure," he observed, willing to work with Francesca's preferences to refine his image as her clothes finished shredding. At about that time, Serena's phone call was finally connecting. "Buen dia, seņora Moretti. How can I help you?" asked a male voice upon answering the line.

[Apollymi]

Nikki wasn't going to be stopped. She was already moving slower, already enjoying each and every movement within the depths of her body. And what was more, Donnie even had something to say. He wasn't going to stop her either. She could go off, apparently, he even slipped in that 'mami' reference that she quite enjoyed. "Right, well since you put it that way~" Nikki commented leaving a thought hanging while she moved her hips with even more specific motions. She wasn't at all concerned about what she was doing, instead the winding was left up to her own natural inclinations. She also thought it odd how much she could feel, but she could easily blame that on the thickness of the tool she was currently atop. "Bloody hell, I'm gonna work myself over before I get around to anything else~" Nikki murmured mostly to herself. She was already gettign close, the orgasm on the horizon had her moving her hips in a way that practically begged the head of Donnie's covered cock to touch the most sensitive parts of her walls. She'd even leaned forward balancing her hands atop his chest as she worked just her hips in that bouncing way she'd gotten used to.

At the same time, Francesca Drake was learning of a new form of magic she'd never witnessed. While threads were coming undone she asked questions which... unsurprisingly given the way that they'd been talking came with answers. Giorno found this to be an improvement but not all together too different from what was going. "Damn that's crazy~" Francesca said with a pleasant bit of shock, as for the idea of shoes, she gave it some consideration. "Well, it's getting warmer, can't go wrong with a decent pair of open toe shoes," she pointed out. Though it was quite strange that he'd noticed such a thing in the few seconds she'd been completely naked, she decided it wasn't worth worrying about. Given that tendrils of frabic had started accosting her body in various places she'd found herself lightly squirming instead. 'This is so weird! Is he coming on to me?' she couldn't help but think that at least in passing. At the same time, Serena was waiting on the phone, for an answer. and she'd soon receive one, not from the man himself but from his assistant. "Ciao, Signore Fernandes... I hope I've not caught you at a bad time. I'm calling on behalf of Signore Giovanna, he's looking to speak to Signore Kreuz, if he has a moment to spare," Serena said with the greatest ease, keeping the call just casual enough to allow for nothing but the professionalism and friendship to blend. She was after all still speaking with a colleague in the man in the phone, technically.

[Bloodedge]

Once again, Donnie found himself incapable of remaining still. Even though he was already winding his hips in conjunction with Nikki's, his hands had been left idly squeezing her breasts for too long. With Nikki using his chest as a brace eventually, he even had an extra excuse for some movement. His left arm hooked widely around her right, an underhand grasp of her breast occurring as his ring finger flicked over her nipple with every full rise and fall. Donnie's right arm took the tighter approach ─ closer and straighter, another upward-facing palm allowing the tip of his middle finger to stroke her nub in an opposing pattern to the ride. All the while, Donnie swelled within the lass, as though his body was preparing for more to come. "Ain't nothin' to worry about! If you do that, we can just keep it movin'. I got all night!" he assured.

Meanwhile, Giorno was pinching and twisting fabric tendrils, gently guiding their movements across Francesca's body. The way he worked involved no less than one instance of nudity. In this case, the second would come as his construct snaked its way through remaining clothing, consuming even Francesca's shoes along the way. She favored the idea of an open-toed set of footwear, so that reconstruction happened first. Two tendrils separated from the main body to wrap around her feet, slipping underneath and elevating her by the heel. In the end, she'd be sporting a tall pair of strappy black heels that weren't quite done yet. Giorno's tendril dragged in a plate of gold for the shoes, forming it against the bottom and extending the bulk across the top of Francesca's feet in the shape of eight total wings for each foot. At the same time, the largest of tendrils was still slithering around her body ─ mostly between her legs. "You prefer pants, or-a skirt?" he asked. On that phone call, Serena gave her greeting and her purpose for phoning. Rafael hesitated to answer on Maximillian's behalf, but when he did... "Uh... I wouldn't say he's busy, but I wouldn't say he has a moment to spare," he said. Serena might even be able to hear the sounds of a drunken, screaming German in the background after Rafael held out the phone for a moment. "I'm guessing it's about a project? I have some authority; you can talk to me."

[Apollymi]

Donnie and Nikki would see nothing but progress. As Nikki began to use his body more comfortably she stopped holding back her own movements. Slower bounces gave more power against a swelling tool. She was even pressing her hands against Donnie's very firm chest. The slow bouncing of her hips had a gentle build up, and now Donnie was adding to this situation. Each of his hands was now doing something different. In one case, a finger was teasing one of her nipples, sending a jolt directly into her loins every couple of movements. At the same time, she was left to deal with the finger at her nub, rubbing in opposition to her slow bounces. It created a throbbing sensation like a deep pulse massage deep within her core whenever he stroked against a wall and she tightened just a little. "Oh, right! That part got away from me~" Nikki said, just the same she kept pushing her walls gaining a bit of a steadier throb as she would very soon worked herself towards an orgasm. She was pushed over the edge and came to a gentle stop and moan happily with him pressed all the way against her quivering cervix. "Mmmmaaaah♥!~"

At the same time, Francesca was having an oddly intimate moment, threads turned into tendrils by Giorno's hand and then even while rubbing againsther in odd places became interesting other clothing objects. The first to show were a pair of ridiculously high heels. Her posture changed slightly to accommodate the shift in height. "Yo, that's actually crazy," she whispered, her apparent nudity or near nudity wasn't actually a problem for her. She was simply aghast while things were changing around her physical form. "Imma pants kinda girl," Francesca admitted. She wasn't at all for skirts and dresses and could count on one hand the number o times she'd been forced into something like that in her 27 years of life. While the dressing process continued, Serena was easily connected to the assistant of one Maximillian Kreuz. It would seem that other nights hadn't quite ended as quickly and quietly as her own. Rafael claimed that his employer wasn't busy but instead had no current extra time to spare. From what she could hear in the background she'd say that was a fair assessment and only found herself chuckling. "Ehehe~ I can hear how that might be the case..." she said in understanding. "Signore Giovanna has a new model who has a preference for Heart Kreuz lingerie. He was in general hoping to get a few pieces sent over to go along with his new vision," Serena explained gently, knowing that such a thing was necessary.