<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

According to Donnie, his interest in Veronica had gone past the fantasy part of life. Well, that at least made sense, they were well past the part of understanding that would have required them to just know about each other No, Veronica for all intents and purposes was here as a wlling participant in the kind of debauchery that many wouldn't assume she had interest in. "No cap..." Nikki tossed the words around in her head having not said much of anything in a while, mostly because she was still just astounded that they'd made it this far. "Oh, I know that one, it's like no porkies," Ronnie said which got a nod from Nikki. Just the same both young women were soon drooling onto a cock they were playing with between their bodies. Lubricating it and helping it along. They got to hear a cute sound from Donnie in the meantime, and a call that they should chill, joking though it might have been. "Not a chance, mate~" Nikki said licking the lip of his cock wile she was at it. "Yeah, Nik's right about that, we can't let up now. Maybe I'm about to find out I got a thing for singers, bruv~" Ronnie added. That little noise definitely caused a little shift between her legs and a slight jump. They'd work him up and over, right up until the point that Ronnie unwrapped herelf from the lad's lap so they could both be on the floor in front of him, with this cock between them. Both young women lapping at his cock, rubbing it against their bodies, working him all the way up with a singular goal in mind. All the while, Ronnie knew, she only had a couple of those big condoms left, so there would have to be a conversation about splitting the remaining ones, and then about what they'd do. She could only hope the lad wwas ready to test his pullout game, or else, she supposed Nikki would have to be ready with the baby names.

Meanwhile, Francesca was soon learning her assertions about Maximillian weren't far off at all. As she finished what should have been an odd but still enjoyable experience, she backed away from his cock, even though he seemed to be not the slightest bit bothered by the fact that he'd made her spew jizz from her nose back onto his cock. No, his fist was soon pumping away at his manhood and another dose would be headed her way straight to her face as she finally managed to free herself from his cock. "Blah, I fucking knew it!" she managed, as she shut her eyes to keep from having more of a problem. Just the same Serena didn't seem at all bothered by what was happening here, it was all too easy for her to carry on a casual conversation with her boss as he was technically buried in the depths of her coworker. "Well, that is not necessarily the case, it isn't just the language that lacks romance. I doubt the drink is that much of an influence~" Serena said cheekily. Still, those fingers below Francesca's waist were doiing quite a bit of work. Still, all would be well, Francesca would have a good time, knowing that eventually, she woud have to repay the recklessness of that German designer.

[Bloodedge]

The phrase 'no cap' was brought into question, but it was one Veronica recognized. Not having to give an answer, Donnie settled for laughing over the mention of 'porkies' again. Such a strange culture, he thought. "Niggas be trippin' over here," he said. Beyond that moment, his joking insistence that the sisters calm down was positively opposed by both. They weren't going to relax; they were going to put an end to him this day. Well, he'd already done away with his other plans for the immediate future. Ronnie even mentioned the potential of her having a thing for singers, following a brief vocalization from the lad. "If you got somethin' for singers, put a nigga on the list. I'll put somethin' on," he said. With that, the sisters were changing tactics once more. He lost the sensation of Ronnie's thighs around his cock, but what he got instead was a pair of alternating tongues, hands and chests, and the sight of two incredible faces awaiting his end. His breathing was labored. His erection was throbbing in an almost painful way, and his eyes were locked in the open position. "Dios mio Y'all better watch out!" he announced. At that point, they had mere seconds before Donnie experienced... strangely, an explosion that hadn't lost a single drop from his earliest round with Nikki some hours before. Whatever the plan was, he'd given all the warning he could before only incoherent moans passed his lips.

Elsewhere, Francesca's expectations were paying off after all. Though he'd been drunk enough to refrain from exiting her throat initially, Max did think to spray her face with a bit of extra she managed to work out of him. In that moment, her utterance was met by the German rubbing his dripping head against a bare spot on Francesca's bottom lip. The lack of concern he showed at the time was in opposition to a warning from Francesca's other end. "I'm-a gonna cum, Francesca. Don't worry about it!" Giorno urged briefly. His arm hooked around her raised leg, holding it against his torso as a strong thrust pressed firmly against her cervix. What he sprayed within her was definitely heated and pressurized, but a bit loose for ejaculate. In truth, what he deposited in her womb was completely sterile by choice ─ a perk to the form of magic Giorno Giovanna developed when awakening. In the midst of that spray, his hand was moving to rapidly flick its middle finger over the bud between those spread legs. Ah, but what of Max? It seemed after he wiped his cock on Francesca's lip, he was fully content to begin walking away. "Das gut, das gut. I take die bed~" he hummed simply, moving past Serena to find a bed worth flopping onto. "Frau, I see you when I wake, ja?"

[Apollymi]

Donnie was still being amused and amazed by the odd rhyming scheme of cockney speech in the United Kingdom. Still, a unique understanding could come from such a shared use of language. In this particular case, they could all just joke and laugh, but soon enough there was nothing to laugh about. Donnie was having his cock put to the test by two of the top women of the area, while one claimed to be trying to figure out if singers were on her list. Neither would be letting up on the man at all, "Promise you'll be the first to know, bruv~" Vernoica mentioned as she and Nikki did more than their part. By the time the lad was reeling and claiming he was on his way to finishing that bowl was appropriately aimed and ready to capture some. Both girls would be capturing some in their mouths and on their bodies as well. In this specific case, Ronnie would have her bowl filled, a splash covering her face and chest during those moans and Nikki for having stayed around, would be having the rest, wrapping her mouth around the tip of the lad's cock to take it. "I guess its's only fair, a bunny takes the carrot~" Ronnie said with a cheeky wink. Beyond that and with her full bowl she was more than content, for now. "Speaking of, things to keep in mind," she mentioned as she stood over that bowl legs spread wide to her sides her back arched at an almost impossible angle as she leaned into it to take the first casual lap at the 'milk' she'd wanted for breakfast. "I got two of those condoms left, so... we can each go once and then... we'll have to figure something else out~" she said with a cheeky smirk.

A drunken Maximillian Kreuz was a man who offered the utmost disrespect in a bedroom situation. There was force, aggression and lack of concern or care. That was fine, rough fucking wasn't anything that Francesca herself wasn't used to, but she also wasn't the type to accept such things all the time. Giorno was the exact opposite, holding the line and even still being conscious enough to warn her of his impending filling of her person, but with a warning she didn't have to worry. Well, it was no secret he was a high ranking healer, she figured there was nothing to worry about in that instance. "Aaaah!~" she moaned initially being filled in an odd way while also having a man flick her bud with way more accuracy than one normally had finding it. "Fuck!~" just a swear and a moan came from her initially but soon her lip was being added to, in a careless way by Maximillian as he fullly withdrew. "Bitch!" she swore, "Bed, my bed?!" Francesca asked as if aghast. No. She wouldn't be accepting that kind of disrespect and letting that man casually sleep off his rudeness in her own bed. The way she was currently feeling, Francesca wasn't about to let this man drift off peacefully. As for Serena she smiled so casually she didn't even seem bothered, "Signore Kreuz, I may be here when you wake but I may not be. Some of us still have to work~" she said almost teasingly. Beyond that the words that had been most recently spoken by Francesca implied that rest might not come easy.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever Veronica found out about her interest in singers, Donnie would be sticking around to find out. Before any of that became relevant, however, there was a foreplay session to finish... and what a finish it was. Donnie had to work for it, but he did manage to keep his eyes open throughout ejaculation. Doing so allowed him to watch the spillage land on Ronnie's face and chest, though she still managed to fill that bowl. His eyes only closed when Nikki's mouth captured his glans toward the end, draining what was left to spew. "Haah~" he sighed, head leaning back. It took Donnie several seconds to recover from that. By the time he did, he watched Veronica bend at the waist in the most catlike manner possible, all to lap at a bowl of semen. Another throb, another ooze of spunk. "Hot damn, y'all crazy," he heaved. Ah, but what did the elder Corbyn have to say? She only had two functional condoms on hand. Some sort of arrangement would have to be worked out. He'd been through six with Nikki, and fully intended to share additional moments with her. At the same time, it would be a disservice to his entire life since puberty to go a single round with Veronica Corbyn. What was Donovan to do? "Damn, uh... I mean, I had to test the pull-out a few times, and nothin' bad happened. I don't know how much pullin' out I got in me here though..."

Giorno didn't last much longer than Max. However, he completed his round as the gods intended: spraying directly into the womb, even though no sperm activity was present. Sadly, while he and Francesca were apparently enjoying a moment, Max was further disrespecting the woman's face and... excusing himself from the group to sleep? "Should have left the frocio out," the Italian grumbled. So slowly did he lower Francesca's leg to begin removing himself. It seemed she was content to express her fury to Maximillian, who kept walking as if he didn't hear a word she said. He didn't even respond to Serena. No, Max walked off like his words were the law of this world. Upon finding the bedroom, he even fell back-first onto the mattress, cock out and just beginning to lose firmness. A few murmurs passed his lips by the time his eyes closed. "Mrh hmph... cheap scheiße," he claimed while Giorno was still ensuring Francesca could remain stable if necessary. "That was annoying, but I still manage to enjoy you, Franci. Grazie. Serena... stay away from Nazi froci."

[Apollymi]

Donnie was worked to completion during 'breakfast', as Ronnie would have called it. No matter what her bowl got filled and she could easily be seen drinking from it. Eventually a sigh would be taking place, as Nikki took a more direct approach to the end. The younger of the Corbyn sisters was pleased beyond all reason when she did this and the reply from Donnie made it worthwhile. "No way, totally sane mate~" Nikki said in her usual bouts of sarcasm. At the same time, Ronnie was drinking from her bowl looking up at Donnie while explaining the situation surrounding the condom situation. And what did he have to say about it... he had something resembling a pullout game, and nothing bad had happened, but he didn't know how many pullouts he had in him. "That right, well... I'll be using a condom then. Not that I wouldn't gamble on having a baby with you, but I don't wan to have a baby~" Veronica said, truthfully. "But she'd definitely have your baby, picked out names and all... so we'll let her play with the pullout~ And I'll be epic aunty for babysitting if anything happens~" Ronnie pleaded without an extra bit of thought. "Fine with me, I don't mind a bit of a gamble... besides it'd give us a reason to try it out with a bit more vigor~" claimed Nikki who could easily go along with it. And with that Ronnie would be reaching over to grab one of the two remaining condoms from a spot she'd stashed them on under a nearby table, only to leave it for the lad and Nikki to open and apply. She'd be taking the first run after she finished her milk. Nikki would be grinning easily going on to place that condom on a lad still ready to go at any moment.

Meanwhile, Francesca was experiencing a difference of day and night between dealing with Giorno and dealing with Maximillian. Of course, she was a bit surprised, as Giorno continued speaking on the whole of the situation, he was easing the lass into a normal position. "Bruh came in so fucking aggressive. Might be weird but I don't hate that..." Frankie said peacefully. Still there was something else, as her small frame was put down and Giorno spoke of enjoying their time together regardless, she could do nothing but smile about that. "Same, gotta do that again just us, it'll be great~" Francesca decided in the moment. All the time though, Maximillian was walking off like he'd accomplished something. And there was something in that which made Francesca quite mad, "Yeah, naw... not letting that shit slide. I'm gonna run his shit..." She took just a moment, waddling off on wobbly legs, heading for the bathroom, boa in hand. A few moments would see her with a clean face and a certain touch of domineering nature coming from her. At the same time, serena was being given some very specific instructions, "Of course, Signore~ I did plan to be gone..." she paused, why because she was watching something. Max had fallen dick up on a bed that didn't belong to him, and Francesca was now headed straight for him. Uninterrupted and without anything to get in her way, she'd be hopping up onto that bed, placing one pedicured foot on his chest and crouching directly over his cock. He didn't get to fall asleep after all of that. Not at all. She was slipping that boa around his neck and jerking it up towards herself as well, as she'd remain looming over him until such a moment as she decided to use that other hand to make sure no stiffness was lost so she could mount him properly.

[Bloodedge]

The issue of them having only two condoms, yet an apparent all-around desire to expend more than two rounds, wasn't too much of a problem. Donnie was willing to try pulling out. Whether he actually made it to the pull-out or not, well... that was another matter entirely. With that information shared, Ronnie decided she'd be using at least one of the condoms for a lack of interest in children. Still catching his breath, Donnie threw up both hands. "Ay, I ain't mad at it. I'ma just take the compliment and big chill," he said in an oddly satisfied manner. If the only thing keeping Veronica Corbyn from gambling on his baby was the idea of a baby itself, he was honored. According to Ronnie, Nikki could be the one gambling on the pullout method, as she had baby names and such selected already. "Pfft! Come on now. We didn't settle on the names yet," he joked. "Besides, you gotta get ready first. Ma's gonna wanna fight over babysittin' duties whenever she done beatin' my ass," he added to Ronnie, still watching her lap at a bowl of spunk until... Nikki's touch snatched his attention. It seemed Ronnie would be having the first go, but Nikki thought it necessary to settle the condom issue herself. "I mean, I think I coulda managed that. 'Preciate it though~"

All the while, Francesca was indeed channeling a great deal of anger toward Max. She understandably had no issue with how aggressive he'd been in the beginning. Giorno couldn't judge that; she seemed like the type who enjoyed getting quite rough. Had they not been interrupted by an early Max, he imagined they would have crossed that threshold just recently. Oh well. Another time, another session ─ one Francesca reportedly had interest in. "Oh yes, many times," Giorno said plainly with every intention of making those words true. Ah, but that wouldn't be happening right away. With so much anger building toward Max, Francesca decided to storm off and clean her face just to... 'run his shit' in her own words. "She's going to what?" Giorno questioned while the pink-haired woman was in the washroom. Whatever came of that, he'd be addressing Serena for a few moments. "You don't have to be gone. Just don't deal with a ubriaco idiota. If he give you problem, you bring it to me, capiche?" he expressed. An answer to the curiosity of prior moments was coming as well. Once Francesca made it from bathroom to bedroom, Max was due for a rude awakening mere moments into slumber. A foot to the chest was enough to wake. With a boa tugging around his neck, Max was brought a bit closer to sobriety... and then came the free hand to his cock. "Ack! Was machst du?!" he exclaimed. Giorno looked in, coming to realize what Francesca meant earlier... or so he thought. "Was it literal? Is this the ehm, pegging?"

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Donnie saw it as a big compliment that Ronnie didn't want to have a baby, but that was more about the baby than the baby's potential father. Still, with that in mind, she'd be using one condom at least for her own fun, and she'd already ordered more whenever they'd make their appearance. "Right, it was meant as a compliment~" Ronnie noted, she wasn't a mega fan or anything like that, but she was the type to appreciate a good man as much as possible. Moving on from that, Nikki had taken her breakfast from his cock, and would soon be, putting a condom on him, not because she needed to, but because she would remain a vigilant and active participant. "Yeah, but we could work on the list and the baby at the same time, mate~ Ya' know names based on mood~" Nikki said, her tone light, but was she actually joking? That would be one of those things left up in the air. Donnie claimed that babysitting duties would also be split, as Donnie's mom would likely want to do that thing, whenever she stopped beating the lad over it. "Pish-posh, I'm cool with parents too. We'll make a vacation of it~" Ronnie claimed as if it was a simple solution. Beyond that Nikki finished helping him have that condom rolled on while Ronnie finished her last lap of milk before standing and stretching. "I know I didn't have to but... can't stop a girl from doing what she wants either~" she claimed, it was something that she didn't mind doing so she'd do it if the opportunity presented itself. "Yeah, bruv, you gotta let her. It's rare for her to get to wrap a gift for someone else~" Ronnie claimed as Nikki scooted out the way. "Come on now, help me work off breakfast~" Ronnie said leaning against the stage, she'd easily arch her back up in the air, lifting a single leg to extend it and revealing the whole of her undercarriage for the lad to come bury himself into.

While a new set got ready to start having some fun. A different set, was coming down. Giorno and Francesca had every intention of running another set of rounds with just the two of them. They weren't the type to try and limit themselves to a single session and both fully recognized that they hadn't seen all that the other had to offer. "That's what I like to hear Gio. We're gonna have a great time~" Francesca said back. They still maintained a more than cordial relationship, but Maximillian Kreuz was about to learn about a different part of that same lass. Behind calm conversation with Giorno she was bubbling over, and Serena could only give a shrug, "I've not actually heard that one before, Signore..." Serena admitted. Some colloquialisms still escaped her, even when she spoke languages fluently. Beyond that point, apparently all grievences with Max were to be diverted through Giorno himself, and Serena wasn't to deal with them. Hearing his words she could only nod, "Understood. But now I don't know whether it would be more prudent to watch the show," she said, not sure what Francesca would be doing. In that same moment, the pink haired woman was holding a cock and waking a man up from just a few moments of drunken rest, with nothing less than the same exact lack of care and disrespect she'd been shown a few moments prior. With reigns in the form of a boa, a hand which had stiffened a cock and a foot placed rigt in the middle of a man's chest she looked down at him with a grin on her face. "Fuck if I know what that means. All I know is you came at me on some aggressive freaky shit, so you 'bout to get some crazy freaky shit!" Francesca said. And it would me in that same moment that she'd be bending, aligning and dropping herself onto his cock. Once it was inside, she'd begin moving up and down with both her legs as leverage including the one in his chest. Her movements fully allowing her to ride and tug on that boa to keep him conscious and moving. "If this is pegging it might be more of a spiritual sort of thing..." Serena decided in a hushed whisper content to watch. They'd claimed this woman was unawakened but she didn't seem to be suffering for the roughness she was about to treat both of them to...

[Bloodedge]

According to Nikki, they could continue working on baby names while going through the process. Donnie... didn't believe for a single second that she was joking. It didn't matter if her tone remained lighthearted; he'd seen her behavior unlocking itself throughout the night. "That's how everybody else does it, I guess," he answered without any extra fuss. Moving on, Donnie had a mild argument to present while Nikki rolled a condom onto his dick. Why did she want to do that so badly? Donnie couldn't guess with any certainty. Ronnie brought up the concept of Nikki wrapping someone else's present as a rare shift, but he also considered it being another point of fanatic behavior for her. Either way, he didn't really mind... but it was going to be tough to avoid aiming the thing at Nikki right after her hands were gliding down it for preparatory purposes. In fact, a desirous pair of eyes were locked on the younger sister until Veronica spoke again. He looked up, finally removing himself from that seat. "Aight aight, but you trippin'. How I'm supposed to help you with that?" Donnie asked in a leading fashion. If he was to help her 'work off' breakfast, it would only be right if he had a bit of breakfast himself first. That raised leg and readied point of entry had Donnie gripping his cock at the base quite firmly, but... when he reached the woman, things were different. He seemed ready to go right along with her suggestion, but Donnie instead dropped where he was, free hand adding support under Ronnie's thigh as he promptly flipped that tail out of the way and... started a casual makeout with her undercarriage.

Neither Giorno nor Serena knew exactly what Francesca meant by that statement. Both were content to find out, however, with Serena even seeming to believe sticking around would be worthwhile just to find out. "I think it might be. She looks very unhappy," Giorno observed. Lo and behold, they would both get to witness Francesca aggressively climbing atop the German man. So easily did she force him into a submissive state just to force him back to stiffness and... proceed with a mounting. She didn't understand the words Max yelled upon waking, but that didn't seem to make a difference at all. Apparently, the behavior Max showed upon arrival had earned him something crazy and freaky. With that claim, she silenced any response he may or may not have possessed... by descending onto his erection and starting a ride that turned Max's body into an object. He wasn't in danger, nor was he in pain... but the German was finally rendered speechless as his hips began moving simply because of recoil against the mattress. Giorno clapped silently while standing alongside Serena. "Spiritually, yes. He's at least being emotionally pegged. Finally silence from Maxi as well, is good. And I like the aggression~"

[Apollymi]

Interestingly enough, Donnie wouldn't be allowing himself to play at not understanding how crazy Nikki was when it came to him. In his own words, picking out the names during the process was how most people did it. "Right, maybe there's something to it~" Nikki claimed. Still, she didn't seem at all bothered. Maybe there were more names floating around in her head already, or maybe she simply didn't feel the need to do much more at the present moment. Regardless, Ronnie was soon readying herself for a proper round, her younger sister had gloved the man up, so she figured there would be no great amount of pomp and circumstance to what she was going for. A single leg extended, her loins properly presented, all should have been well. Oddly enough, both Nikki and Donnie knew that if they spent too much time together they'd definitely end up right back at it. She ended up sliding aside around the same time that Ronnie had gotten into position. As for Ronnie, she was apparently tripping and Donnie didn't know how to help her out, "Ya' know, add something to the mix. A girl has to stretch~" she said as if that was a perfectly legitimate answer. In return what she received as a casual tongue t her loins, something done with such a casual turn that she'd been shaken by it. "Bloody hell~" that one came out a moan. Nikki saw it happening and saw in the moment something very similar to how they acted with each other. "Oh right, he does that..." she mentioned almost casually. She wouldn't be directly interfering with that one, no... it was time to let someone else have a go and it'd be a great go. And surprisingly enough, she was having her mind buzz with not necessarily sexual ideas while watching the goings on. All the while Ronnie's hips were shaking and her body was already starting to feel those tingles spreading throughout them.

While Ronnie got a bit of active service, a different kind of show was taking place in the hotel room of Francesca Drake. Giorno noted how unhappy the young woman looked and Serena could only agree, "That she does... it's so strange," Serena noted. But it really wasn't. Francesca Drake was simply the kind of woman who didn't take any lip off a man unless she wanted to. She also felt that turnabout was fair play. Max was seemingly taken completely by surprise, and by the time she'd mounted the pink haired man properly. No words came but by the time he was naturally bucking from recoil, Francesca was actively moving against him, forcing it to happen again. The foot in the center of his chest hadn't moved. Those painted toes of hers were pressed into something firm as she used his body for its dick exclusively. She even pulled the boa around his neck, ever so often to keep the rhythm up. It took only a few moments to establish a ride the way she liked and she'd be doing nothing to stop it, simply allowing her tight insides and slickness to encompass the other man repeatedly. "What's up? You were talking all that good shit a minute ago! Shit real different from down there ain't it?!" Francesca wasn't holding back at all. From her perch Maximillian would receive the full force of every rise and drop while she built up her own orgasm as if his body was simply a tool for making sure she got where she needed to go. Serena listened to Giorno and watched the current mounting with awe painting her visage. "It is quite the feat. It's quite frankly impressive, especially considering all the details. Signore Kreuz might have poked a bear so to speak," Serena decided. The young woman Francesca Drake had been nothing but polite to her for the duration of the time she spent with her, she imagined there was a similar vibe between her and Giorno.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie would be busying himself between Ronnie's legs for some time yet. One couldn't pass on the opportunity to sample Veronica Corbyn, so he'd be attending to her similarly to what he'd done with Nikki before. It began with lips alone, tongue present only as a cursory thing. Only after a fair bit of lip smacking did Donnie spread the woman's folds with his mouth, creating space for his tongue to work between, around, and within. A slow pace allowed that tongue of his to roll and oscillate over her bud and through the proverbial chasm. How long would he go about it? Well, that mostly depended on Ronnie herself.

Whatever time passed there, Giorno spent the same amount of time watching Francesca go to work... or rather, work Maximillian over. Obviously, people were a little wrong when discussing Hunters versus Humans in the general sense. Serena called it strange to see the woman behaving as such, but Giorno couldn't wipe the smile from his face. "Strange, maybe. I think it is arousing," he countered. That down-and-dirty demeanor coming from the woman was such an interesting contrast that even Max could appreciate while being the target of aggression. Surely Francesca would notice him furiously throbbing already, though. Even those bucking hips that weren't active intentionally, gained some intention eventually. His hand even rose to find itself under the woman's rear as she rose and fell, all while Giorno perused the room service cart Serena brought in. "Oh, crepes? I didn't ask for those. How nice~" he said as if nothing happening in that bedroom even mattered. Of course, he'd soon find himself stepping into the bedroom regardless, whether Serena joined him or not.

[Apollymi]

Meanwhile, time was passing for Ronnie with a lad's face buried in her folds. Perhaps.. she was used to being serviced. Too used to people doing exactly whatever she told them to do. A little initiative went quite a long way, she was the type to make demands and expect them to be answered. What she got from Donnie was... a completely different path taken to the to her demands being answered. She was moaning her hips shaking and by the time her folds opened and his oscilating tongue found her depths repeatedly she could only say a bit, "Fuck! Tongues aren't supposed to have that sorta power!~" Ronnie claimed. She was overstimulated, experiencing various orgasms over the course of some 15 or so minutes. In that same time her other shaking leg and moved up onto the stage as well, so that she was performing a split. She was relaxed against the floor her back arched up her crotch at face level dripping fluid that to some would taste like milk chocolate. But no matter what Ronnie had come for something specific, by the the time both her legs were up and her body was ready for something to be buried deep inside of it. "Come on bruv, you're gonna murder me with that thing if you keep it up. Gimme that nice cock I've been waiting a day to try out~" Veronica claimed. There was such a thing as too much stimulation, and she could practically feel static building up in her soul, it needed an outlet. All the while Nikki had given herself a bit of pause, she'd taken up a quiet seated position on a sofa and was... drawing, pieces for both Donnie and her sister for combat and for general purposes. Odd as it was.

Over that same 20 minute time period, Francesca Drake was savagely riding Maximillian Kreuz. She wasn't taking any prisoners nor was she trying to be anything less than disrespectful to that man. And she found him... accepting of the treatment. Hands under her bottom, hips finally finding rhythm and the like as she talked trash to a man who'd been quite mouthy before. She offered occasional slack to that boa but offered nothing but bouncing aggression directly to his cock. "I could see that... it is rare to come across a personality that doesn't fit in traditional roles while maintaining something a bit spicer than the norm," Serena said observationally. Still, Francesca hadn't stopped and would be saying something else, "That dick of yours is throbbing, you like this shit don't you? Fair exchange ain't a robbery, right? You gone get this fucking work before you pass out in my bed!" Francesca demanded. Those throbs would be something she worked with as well, enjoying the extra sensation and working herself all the way up. until, an orgasm tore through her. But in her current position, she was able to ride through it. Whenever something needed to change she'd be ready for it, but for now she was waiting for those tell-tale signs. Serena had joined Giorno as she always would, she was casually leaning against a dresser watching Francesca work a man over like he had no choice in the matter. "You didn't order them? Interesting..." she said, wondering if that boy from earlier had simply added things just in case after seeing what was ordered. Perhaps the cute and innocent type who figured they'd forgotten the actual food, or misclicked something when ordering.

[Bloodedge]

Some fifteen or twenty minutes down the line, Ronnie had enough. Things had gone similarly with Nikki ─ but in both cases, Donnie found himself enjoying the experience more than normal. Whatever the case, he wasn't going to hold out on the woman if she had proper demands to be met. She'd been waiting a day? She'd wait no longer. The split she'd taken on had been perfect for Donnie to plant his face right under her tail, a hand on each cheek and his tongue between her folds. It would remain perfect for the lad to rise after one more slow, deliberate lap, stopping the ascent when his sheathed cock was aligned with her entrance. "I got you, I got you. No more waitin'," he affirmed. Another spread of Ronnie's cheeks had him finally living a near-decade-old dream of pushing into her womanhood. The original dream didn't involve holding a tail aside as he did so, but... reality often came with some extras. Now that he was free enough to be aware of his surroundings, however, Donnie briefly looked in Nikki's direction and found her... drawing? They really weren't so different.

The duality of Francesca Drake was beyond appreciable to someone like Giorno. Never weak-willed, always with a fire burning within... and now with that fire raging on the outside. Rarely was the blonde so turned-on. "We Italians, we do like-a da spice, no?" he joked at his own nationality's expense. "And the meatballs~" he said whilst staring a new hole in Francesca's backside. Meanwhile, Max's eyes were beginning to roll back. His hips bucked with no rhythm whatsoever, and no restraint either. "Fick, fick!" he uttered between moans and groans. It seemed almost like Francesca's words had as much impact as her actions. The abuse of Max's body, all the movement brought about by Francesca's decisions instead of his own, was more than enough for the German designer. "Ich komme, Ich komme!" he managed, body seizing beyond just his hips. Giorno's attention was grabbed by that line. "Almost done. And no, I only ordered the crema and the syrups, a couple of fruits. This wasn't supposed to be a real breakfast, but is fine."

[Apollymi]

Veronica Corbyn had been waiting most of a day, to try out a dick. She'd not denied herself something like that in... all of her adult life. But here she was, making the proper sacrifice to be a good big sister to her younger sister. With this in mind, she'd announced her lack of patience and got in return a man waiting to give her what she asked for. "Finally~" Ronnie said as the man rose, and moved that tail out of his way.... anticipation was building but even in a moment like this she could hear it... her younger sister furiously scribbling away. She imagined she was drawing somethng related to the pair of them but... she supposed she'd find out when her turn was over. A long inhale began on Ronnie's part as even with that tail moved out of the way she could feel that push beginning in her other hole. It was so easy, so even that her upper half was rising up to look over the arch in her back at the young man beind her. With her legs spread so wide she could feel every inch and it was so worth it that her loins were practically pulsing as that gloved cock moved around inside her. All the while several outfits were coming together in Nikki's head, not just things for leisure but things that would make sense for combat purposes.

At the same time, Francesca was nearing the end of a retaliation against Maximillian Kreuz. While that occurred Giorno and Serena carried on a casual conversation about being Italian and enjoying spice. "Of course, Italians and passion are interchangeable~" Serena went along with the joke and watched as Francesca neared the end of her ride with much gusto and no care. Francesca could feel those eyes on her, but her focus was in front, with unwavering eye contact going into the face of that German man. Still the German man was only speaking in German, but that didn't seem to matter, the words of deviance were clear enough even to Francesca. "Oh, you trying to cum huh? We'll you gone get what you fucking deserve!" Francesca waited, just a passing moment or two, untiil those bucking hips got right to the point of no return then she stood. A quick shift would allow her to pull that boa up, around herself, naked and wearing only that, she'd allow that bucking to continue against the botton of a foot she moved from his chest to push his cock down onto his torso. She'd take the initiative to help force that ejaculate up, onto his chest and face, with the same amount of energy that had a man somehow nutting enough down her throat to have cum, shooting from her nose, and enough to shoot an extra into her face. Such aggression came with widening eyes from Serena still she replied to what had been purchased verses what had been delivered while watching Francesca Drake stare down into a grown man's eyes like she was supposed to be a full foot taller than she was. "Maybe it was practical... like they send the crepes to make sure it doesn't look like what it is," she said. The British were a bit more uptight publically than other Europeans.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie had been experiencing nothing but greatness all day. This time, there was an added layer of sensation, as he entered Ronnie with the additional pressure caused by the plug in her other hole. Pushing past her tightened walls had to join the feeling of something hard and smooth pressing firmly against the top of his shaft ─ something that happened all the way to the end of her canal, where he could settle and throb for a moment against some extraordinary restrictions. "Damn ma, I think you tight enough without the plug," he stated, even though his own girth had been the thing forcing that plug higher throughout the entire process. By the end, one of his hands moved enough for a thumb to press the plug's solid end, trying to wedge it to almost no avail. If that thing went anywhere, it could only be popped out whenever Donnie started moving. "Aaah♪~ you good?" he asked.

Italians and passion were interchangeable by Serena's assertion. Giorno could only nod along in full agreement, feeling a bit passionate himself at the time. "Agreed. I think I have a little passion to let loose myself now," he commented. In the meantime, Max's head couldn't be kept straight of his own accord. He'd already been dealing with Francesca forcing him to snap up, just to fall back each time. With his orgasm quickly approaching, the German was also due for another shift. Francesca dismounted him quickly before anything was released, and then... her foot became the weapon to finish the job. Max's cock was firmly pressed against his own stomach, forcing his spewing to occur all over his own chest, face ─ even into his own open mouth as he moaned into the air. That moaning quickly turned into a gurgle while consciousness began slipping from him again. Even falling onto the mattress would only make things worse, but he'd definitely be falling asleep with a load in his mouth and on his body. Meanwhile, Giorno was pausing a response to Serena just to clap. "Molto bene! Bellissimo! Finally, someone who can shut Maxi up for once! I can only put a zipper on him for ten minutes!"

[Apollymi]

Ronnie had prepared herself according to the sort of reckoning she planned on receiving. Many tended to 'worship' her type of famous person. And even though all seemed to do what she said, there was a certain 'raw' feeling she usually manufactured on her own. Still, planning something and having it acted upon were two very different things. After twenty minutes of oral torture, her throbbing loins were entered by a man whose thickness she knew, but which felt a great deal different when actually inside her person. Walls were seeming to collapse around the force he pushed in and with that extra dildo running the full length of her canal from behind, she felt every single inch like it was a battle. Her body was tensing as he entered, "Aaaaammmmm~ It's so much more than I thought. Even knowing there's so much pressure!~" she moaned so gently as that pressure seemed to be getting to her. Suddenly the casual approach of Nikki held a bit more wisdom than she'd originally gven the girl credit for. Still her bottom remained raised and she fully accepted him as he pushed in. But her hands, seemed to spark with just a tiny bit of electricity, like the static was building up with the tension. Was she good? "Peachy~" there was a bit of sarcasm in that, and a small scoff came from Nikki as her eyes flickered over the edge of her sketch book. Seeing the crackle of power that seemed to start behind her shoulders, she began to redesign the battle suit she'd been working on, with a quick note about the start. Then back to Donnie,s he looked at his back and drew a trench coat a couple of pages before, one which would fit to his frame. "Careful... you'll blow a hole in the floor, don't wanna terrorize the neighbors~" Nikki cautioned, but she was beginning to understand how her elder sister kept ripping through battle attire, she supposed her designs could be more than fashionable in a moment like this.

While Nikki thought over more practical designs, Giorno and Serena were watching Francesca work over the German designer and also, discussing passion quite casually. A smile came to the corners of Serena's mouth as she heard his statement, "I'm sure... this is quite the rare occurrence," she said of the situation in general. At the same time, Francesca was winding up, she finished the man off all over his own chest, face, and neck, even having his spunk reach into his own mouth. With no regard for how he'd end up,s he watched him basically pass out. "That's how you go to sleep," Francesca muttered knowing now what she wanted more than anything. What she heard after that first exhale of relaxation with her eyes closed, was clapping. She turned her head then, leaning back to see and hear Giorno standing around with Serena watching. The girl was also clapping seemingly stunned. "Ah, it wasn't all that... my bad, I uh, forgot about. I get kinda, tunnel visioned when I'm pissed about stuff," she said taking a moment to hop down from the bed and reaching for that pack of cigarettes that Giorno had left on open offer as she was now in dire need. She'd be taking one, lighting it and taking a long drag and exhale before managing to speak again. "Oh word? You put zippers on him? Like the button thing? That's crazy~" she offered while exhaling smoke towards an air purifier as the rest of the tension was released from her body.