<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Ronnie was fine, but the pressure she felt was far more than she anticipated. That was fully understandable from Donnie's end, as he was also struggling against what she had in her rear when it combined with the split. "We good~" he said anyway. It would be one hell of an experience, but nothing negative in Donnie's opinion. According to Ronnie, she was peachy. Nikki, however, gave a warning about blowing a hole through the floor once mana started pooling around the elder Corbyn's back. Donnie was also wary of that little spark... but all would be well. "Nah, she said she tryna break somethin'. We gon' break something~" he decided. With that, Donnie pulled upward on that tail. He'd come to realize more than a simple plug was present in Ronnie's ass. She was effectively receiving double-penetration with Donnie included, so that upward pull would force an entire dildo more firmly against his cock at the other end. Then came Donnie's first withdrawal and the ensuing forward thrust... or rather, slam.

Francesca had successfully toppled a high-ranking Hunter while being a normal human. As Giorno clapped, he appreciated the quality of gem he'd managed to find. How many people could say they were able to do that? By his count, there was only one thus far. Francesca tried to play off the moment as a bit of tunnel vision during her angered state, but Giorno shook his head. "Don't apologize for excellence. It made me want to see what else you can do with that energy~" he flirted. In that same moment, Giorno gestured toward his own prominent erection, fully refreshed after that incredible display of aggression. As for Francesca, she'd apparently seen the button he placed on her brother the previous day. "It is normally a zipper. That brother of yours, he was especially bothersome. So much mouth, I couldn't leave him the chance to unzip himself." As he spoke, Giorno stepped closer to the pink-haired woman with every intention of holding a hand out for her lit cigarette. If she passed it along, he'd take a single drag of his own to further bask in satisfaction.

[Apollymi]

Ronnie's plan was turning out exactly as she wished, but also with some unexpected results. That pressure created by the cat-tail was exactly what she was going for, but it was also a lot more build up than she expected. Normally, it took a while for that kind of tension to build, but in the moment... she could feel it even with that first push into her body. "Brilliant!~" Ronnie concurred even as she felt some of the most intense pressure of her life. The warning of Nikki was heard, and as Ronnie's body naturally tensed she knew the other woman was right, but still she ended up agreeing with Donnie, she had mentioned wanting to break things. "What he said!~" she offered as he kept a hand on that tail and began his first withdrawal. "That's what we were talking about, innit?~" Nikki said waiving it off. Still seeing that mana pool at her sister's back she saw it's leaning, towards her left hand and she also saw the moment it sparked. As that thrust forward after the pull back became a slam, a single burst of energy traveled down her hand. For just a moment it turned into claws that sank into the floor with no resistance only to stop a second later as she exhaled. "Hahaha!~ This is gonna be nutters!~" she exclaimed. Seeming to already be on her way to having fun. The next withdrawal and thrust would come with a meeting of bodies, her own hips would be joining the fray and that electrical sparking would begin building up again. This would be the pattern, likely until she broke into the concrete beneath the stage, not that she cared one way or another.

At the same time, Francesca was coming off the high of a proper ride, and leaving a man in the same condition he'd thought her worthy of. Such was her exact nature and how she'd take revenege whenever someone crossed a line. She would give and take in turn, such was her way. Francesca was willing to apologize for catching tunnel vision and... spazzing out but it was apparently unnecessary. To such an extent that Giorno was even sporting a freshly invigorated boner. "Oh word? One of them whose looking for a feisty woman, bet," she said knowing she'd no longer apologize for anything like what she'd most recently done. Though Giorno likely wouldn't get the disrespect of such an act, he could get all the energy of it. She was more than willing to do something about that, and they moved on in conversation while she took that first drag from a cigarette. Her brother was one of the individuals, who didn't receive a zipper simply because Giorno didn't want him to unzip and begn talking. Francesca laughed as she handed the cigarette over more than willing to let the man bask if he wanted to. "I mean he is a talkative bitch. I understand completely... You have no idea how many times I've just punched him in the fact to shut him up," she offered no judgement and technical appreciation for anyone besides herself willing to teach the lesser Drake a lesson or five. As for her own relaxation she flopped onto a chair practically wrapped in that boa, despite the annoyance of Maximillian she couldn't knock his craft at all. Just the same Serena was chuckling once more to hear the woman talk about her brother in such a fashion. There were many likenesses between their two cultures obviously.

[Bloodedge]

The pair hadn't even gotten past the first few moments of penetration, yet their agreement to break some things was already looking oh so true. One entry, one pull back, and one thrust had the energy building up in Ronnie's body shot through one arm to break through the stage floor. Seeing that, Donnie felt there was no point in slowing down there. "Damn, already? Aight bet♪~" he harped. One hand would continue pulling that tail one way and the other, wedging the dildo in Ronnie's arse to simulate something more legitimate. While that horizontal shift was taking place, his hips were pumping in and out, but with a bit of wind that wedged his cock up and down within her. He couldn't just let himself keep the same pattern as a dildo, after all. Ah, but what of the power building up in his current partner? Donnie was ready for something of that caliber. He did have to preemptively flex his own mana a bit, but the only result initially was a glow, golden like the light of the rising sun and warm just the same. Since she was already meeting his movements, he could do naught but encourage her further. "C'mon, ma, dance wit' me. Show me what it do when you start feelin' it♪~" he sang.

After quite some time, Giorno's clapping came to a slow halt ─ if only because he was reaching out to share Francesca's cigarette for a moment. When the woman seated herself, he leaned his own backside against the arm of that same chair to inhale smoke. Giorno Giovanna did have an interest in the feistier sort of woman. "We were just talking about that a moment ago. We Italians, you know we like a spicy meatball~" he repeated for Francesca's sake. Those words were spoken while Giorno held smoke in his lungs. When he passed the cigarette back, there was a long and slow exhale into the open air. "You should have punched his teeth in; maybe he would shut up forever. That idiota probably thinks I want him to be a model. I only dress him to pay for reaching you!" he insisted ─ something everyone should know about that exchange with Casper Drake. "But now, you are here. What? Back to the plan? Breakfast? They brought crepes."

[Apollymi]

It took almost no time at all for something to break under the physical pressure of Veronica Corbyn. Perhaps she should have been a bit more... prepared for what was coming. But after hearing that the pair hadn't broken anything she'd thought they'd been takng it too easy. Meanwhile, if they were doing anything like this, she was sure her sister, might have had a better build for some extreme things than she currently did. Still, she wasn't going to admit defeat. No, she'd simply try and relax but that build up of tension was too much initially. "This is a bit different than I thought it would be, bruv~" Ronnie admitted. Still... the sound of that man's voice during these moments was definitely something she liked. Perhaps that bit about liking singers was becoming more and more real by the moment. That inital thrust and slam was one thing, but the next bit of follow up was another. The elder of the Corbyn sisters was moving her hips against his, trying to find the right balance as repeated thrusts made it more and more difficult for her to avoid breaking completely through that stage floor. That electricity even seemed to find her other hand crossing the distance between her shoulder blades while her back created one of the deepest arches she could anage and she allowed her hips to shift to the beat he was creating. "I'm working on it... just gotta loosen up~" she said as she relaxed into the flexing and felt that heat and the like, she seemed to be stretching. relaxing and finding it much easier to continue. Sure the stage had two magical handprints breaking through it, but... that was hardly a problem as she felt the fun of each of that tail moving around and Donnie plunging in and out of her. In those passing moments she'd be building up to an orgasm and the shape of her mana would start becoming more and more obvious, like the electricity gently dripping from her tongue.

Meanwhile, Giorno's clapping eventually came to an end. The man himself seemed to be amused by Francesca's outbursts and happy to bask in the afterglow and share jokes wiith her. He was indeed a man who enjoyed feisty women, apparently using the term 'spicy' meatballs, in a way that made her laugh, "Bwaha~ Yo!~ You can't just say stuff like that~" she said light-heartedly. Still she'd take it as a compliment finding it endearing that he enjoyed such things. When they spoke of her brother, every conscious person in the room seemed to have the same sort of opinion. According to Giorno she should have knocked his teeth out, she had once and he had no idea how much she tried to do that sort of thing. No matter, she' only laugh knowing he was exactly right about what her brother thought, "I tried about the teeth thing," she said, taking anotehr drag while the man sat with her and they casually enjoyed each other's company. "He definitely would think that you were trying to make him a model. I'm sure you'll hear all about it. I'm willing to bet he'll write one of those shitty songs of his about it~" Francesca said seemingly amused. "I would hope not. Besides, he lost that suit, or rather ruined it on the way out of the VIP~" Serena said a small smile coming to her face as she shared the news. As for the discussion of breakfast Francesca looked up at the man, releasing smoke from her lungs and smiled, "They gave us crepes? That's lit. I'm still about breakfast~" she said with wiggling eye brows and a subtle sexual suggestion.

[Bloodedge]

The fact that they were already breaking something was blamed on things being outside of Ronnie's expectation. Donnie could only be satisfied by that. "Hol' on♪~ Don't tell me I might work Veronica Corbyn over. Don't tell me I could get you fucked up~" he uttered. If Donnie found the ability to do a number on this one, he'd take it for his own youth and the dreams of men across the world, young and old. She was doing a fair job of finding and meeting his pace even as their earliest moments started destruction. With an arch like that in her back, though, she wouldn't have to worry herself about loosening up. Donnie's supercharged libido could take care of that for her. "Why ain't you say so? I told you baby, I got you♪~" he reiterated. Moments later, one might find the reason Donnie couldn't use a lesser condom, bar his unnatural size. The one he was wearing would feel as if it had just been nuked in a microwave, surviving only due to whatever durability the company instilled in it. As that heat built and transferred directly from his body, motion became easier, smoother, and most importantly... far more impactful. Donnie took 'heating up' both literally and figuratively as he stroked, stroked, flexed and stroked ─ every forward movement came with a conscious swelling, while every retreat paired with relaxation. Perhaps breaking things wasn't what they should have been thinking about? Perhaps a magical scientist could have told this pair what would happen when their powers met. . .

Meanwhile, it seemed Giorno managed to hit Francesca's funny bone. He was glad to be capable of that much ─ especially given her very recent outrage. "Still room for jokes? Good. We don't want you legitimately angry for too long; it's not good for you," he preached lightly. Apart from that matter, Francesca had apparently tried to knock her brother's teeth in. Sadly... he still had them today. "Next time, you make sure he doesn't get them back~" Giorno said. Casper Drake would have been much more tolerable if he went around mumbling like an old man with lost dentures. Ah, but there was something amusing about the young man, spoken by Serena while they were on the topic of his newest suit. Within twelve hours, the thing was ruined. Giorno paused, looking at Serena as if she'd just told him the most hilarious story about... his own dead pet. As much as he wanted to laugh about Casper Drake, there was one glaring issue with the report. "HE A-RUIN MY SUIT?!" That was the only response Giorno could get out initially. Breakfast no longer mattered. The audacity it took to let even a drop of expensive champagne touch a GIOVANNA original within the first 90 days of its life could only be found in the worst of people. "How you ruin a suit in one day? You tell me how, I kill him myself!"

[Apollymi]

Ronnie knew a single truth in the world. Right just now... she was actually, likely out of her own depth. She couldn't have explained how that was possible if she wanted to, but everything about the present situation said, that it was very possible that she was on her eway to being properly worked over by someone, for the first time, in the last decade. All the while a knowing smirk came to Nikki as she finished up her leotard drawing for her sister and went back to sketches for Donnie. In particular working on a very detailed trench coat, "That silence getting awful loud, innit?~" Nikki offered. "Shut up. It's a complicated thing to consider," Ronnie was for lack of a better term, bluffing. Oh well, she still had one secret weapon, not that she'd be remembering it, as she rather suddenly found her loins being heated from within while she was meeting stroke from Donnie, "Bloody hell, he gotta a cock that'll give a heatstroke and you ain't think to warm me?!~" Ronnie asked moaning as her body loosened up a bit more and she fell in line with the new rhythm. "I don't know if you should keep havin' me today, bruv. You might end up stuck with me too~" Ronnie offered honestly as her loins throbbed intensely around him. It wa like she was steadily clinging to him as her orgasm approached rapidly. And when it finally crested, a little burst of lightning across her back would occur. Whatever else Nikki had to say, it was being set aside as she sketched a lion into the coat she was currently drawing.

At the same time, Francesca was enjoying a cigarette and having a laugh at something Giorno said. Her outrage was something which had been allowed to ebb, and apparently Giorno was glad to know her mood wasn't ruined for a long period of time. "Of course there's room for jokes. I usually don't get bent out of shape for too long... he just fucked around so he had to find out," she said simply about her own earlier anger issues. Beyond that they were discussing Casper Drake and his oddities, with Francesca explaining that her rough and tumble attitude was probably tested early against him. "Yeah, that's a great idea~" Francesca said taking another long drag, she'd not been so satisfied by a cigarette in quite a while. Ah but she was about to witness Giorno being distinctly Italian, he found out that his suit, the one he'd made just as collateral for meeting Francesca had been ruined in less than 12 hours. "Bruh, you're gonna spike your blood preassure reacting like that," Francesca managed, still she couldn't imagine how her brother ruined something like that. Apparently, Giorno wanted to know how the suit was ruined in a single a day, "Signore, I am going to be honest, I do not know. I had a quick look from a distance and it seems like he fell in some sort of liquid. I could check the fansites for videos... there are probably many considering he was storming out after getting dissed in a song that was singing," Serena explained of the night.

[Bloodedge]

Could Donnie actually work over Veronica Corbyn? She gave no answer. In fact, there was a pregnant pause that virtually gave the answer away, even causing Nikki to chime in with a comment about the loud silence. Ronnie claimed it was a complicated matter, but surely that wasn't the whole truth. "Oh nah. Oh nah," Donnie chanted. That heat built up further still, as one of Donnie's hands squeezed the woman's buttocks, the other fisting that tail just to keep the attached dildo very steady above his cock. His own movements remained in an up-and-down pattern, but in a somewhat dangerous way. Donnie angled down during forward lunges, crashed against her cervix, then grinded against it when reangling himself to drag out against her rear walls and the pressure of that dildo. Ronnie warned that he'd be stuck with her as well if he kept things up. Was that meant to dissuade him? "Naw, fuck all 'at ─ that ain't a problem! I'm 'bout to beat it all the way up!" he announced excitedly.

Giorno was at the receiving end of an unfamiliar phrase. According to Francesca, Max fucked around and thus... he had to find out? That was an interesting turn of phrase. It didn't mean much to Giorno, but it seemed like a fun thing to say. "Find out from fucking around, huh? I like it," he commented. With that, the good times were en route to hiatus. Giorno did not like people failing to take care of his clothes. Casper Drake walked out of a shop in a unique, designer outfit yesterday... and by the end of the night, it was ruined? Giorno's blood pressure was definitely going to spike; there was a lot of pressure in pipes full of boiling liquid. Worse still, there were no major details about what happened. Caper Drake reportedly fell into some sort of liquid, after being dissed in a song that didn't involve rap. "Did the song mention him being a clumsy?! It better have! Who fall in a brand new suit like that? What did he fall in, punch? He might as well fall in shit, disrespecting that party. I didn't even show up and I do better!"

[Apollymi]

Veronica Corbyn could be worked over, it wasn't an impossibility. Even now, Donnie seemed to be amused by what he was capable of in Veronica's case, and she couldn't blame him. Many a teenage boy and grown man dreamed of being able to work over Veronica Corbyn and only a small few would ever be capable of it. As it stood, the lad with the heated cock buried deep within her body was steadily climbing the list with a swiftness. Hands were squeezing her bottom and moving that tail around to keep it in place. All the while, Veronica's hips were moving, her body relaxing under the heat, and their magic interacting in such a way as to cause the heat in general to be increasing moment by moment. What would esult from this was a build up that had all of the static in her body charging and releasing across both arms and legs her face and mouth. The fake cat ears on her head shredded at the creation of those, it was like the transformation itsels was't something she could directly control. "Fuck!~" she moaned a completion while her body tightened even further around the intruder, adding light lubrication but making her seem more and more cat-like as the moment went on. "Hiiiiiisss~" a low hissing sound escaped as she opened her mouth but it was uniquely a cat sound. "Good thing I left Sir Fluffington at my place, he'd be confused~" Nikki said cheekily, while she made more alterations based on mana flow and started drafting materials that would properly channel the energy. Donnie could beat it all the way up as he put it, but Ronnie was becoming a bit baser in her instincts, the hip movement and back arch became even deeper and she began moving with her spine to help wiht the inpact.

All the while, Giorno was having a casual conversation with a woman nearing the end of a cigarette while discussing several things. The language barrier was always interesting. As Francesca used words and phrases common to her, but that didn't have traditional 'English' meanings irrespective of their use. The idiom 'Fuck around and find out', was one which often resonated with those who had... 'try me' energy. "You like that one? It's one of the favorites... especially good as a lesson for those who constantly push their luck with others~" Francesca noted as she took another long drag. Still, Giorno was working himself up, seemingly in a bad mood because of a ruined suit, which her brother previously owned. Serena for her part in the situation had that tablet and was doing some research, "The song's contents were about how he'd already lost his girl, while said girl danced to it said soon and the lyrics were made up on the spot. You would have enjoyed the atmosphere. Miss Corbyn was quite free with herself~" Serena mentioned. It would be in that moment that she found a video of the 'fall' in a line of video's of Drake's bad luck."Wait wait, you mean Nikki?! I knew it was her birthday? I missed her party?! Damn, I could have attended the function!" Francesca was aghast, she'd actually arrived a little late but she could have done. "Oh here's the video!" Serena said, as she turned the tablet so they could all watch as Drake walked out of a VIP slipped into an invisible puddle and then getting splashed again before he could properly get up, from no apparent source. Speaking of Drake his last 12 hours was funneling across major news networks and tabloids like clockwork, from suit, licket, to break up, to treating valet like garbage.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever ability Donnie had to work Veronica over, he'd absolutely find out today. If he could find out within the time span of one or two condoms used, all the better. Ah, but there were some missing bits of information. Veronica Corbyn was a special type of Hunter whose powers aligned with beasts. She didn't possess the typical features of animals that could be likened to demi-humans and such in media, but internally... things were quite different. Those personality features would become even more apparent over time. As the lightning in her body became more present, so too did the catlike nature that even had her hissing in time. But, as luck would have it... Donnie had a great number of animal facts in his mental arsenal. She was quite feline, and he knew how mating went with feline creatures. As such, Veronica would find one of Donnie's hands abandoning her ass to instead pin her by the back of her neck. Like that, he'd only grind more roughly into her canal, even leaning in far enough to nip at her shoulder. Magically, he was also ramping things up a bit. As if to prepare defenses against the electricity crackling around Ronnie's back, Donnie's hands became coated in an aura of flamelike energy. Of course, that was where the science of plasma would come into effect. The entire apartment would soon be quite heated, and... a bit radioactive.

A few points of understanding between different cultural and language barriers had been accumulating throughout the day on multiple fronts. Now, it was Giorno Giovanna's turn to learn something. That 'fuck around and find out' mentality was something he could absolutely get behind. "I do like it. I might even use it myself," he mused. Over the next few minutes, perhaps Giorno would be calming down a bit. Serena had an explanation to give about the song King Don performed against the lesser Drake, and Giorno thought it was one he might like listening to. If it helped Blue Lotus enjoy her birthday celebration without that sham of a musician, he already liked it. "Do you have the song? I would have been there, but I had to get my materials in order. But if Maxi was around, I'm glad I didn't go," he said. Giorno had taken to rubbing the bridge of his nose to reduce frustration by the time Serena showed that video. However, there was another point of interest. According to Francesca, she knew Nikoleta Corbyn well enough to be aware of her birthday. Giorno was disgusted. "You know her? You mean I could have gone to you instead of that, that... brother?! Why didn't she introduce you to us? Why weren't you wearing her clothes already?"

[Apollymi]

The ability that Donnie had to work Veronica over, was becoming more and more obvious by the moment. She'd also been telling the absolute truth when she'd described herself as a cat. She didn't preset with animal parts, but her mana and the way her magical powers manifested said that she was very much an animal. Her first orgasm seemed to be the final point, she had several natural feline features coming out of her body in the form of lightning. They'd be meeting the powers of Donnie to form plasma and then he'd be pushing a warm hand against the back of her neck and grinding against her insides in a way that made her body react immediately. Instead of that split she pulled her legs in at the knees, her crotch nearly parallel to the floor as he stroked her, that felt so much better suddenly, "Prrrrrrrr♪~" the sound came from somewhere deep in her body as her cheeks began backing into his and bouncing in time. Nikki looked over again and noted the difference, shaking her head lightly that magical outburst was quite a bit bigger than they could know from inside it, ""You two are a natural disaster waiting to happen~ Keep it up though, never seen her docile~" Nikki encouraged the pair and finished a few minor details on their combined outfits. Still this would be the way they continued as Ronnie moved towards another orgasm pinned and apparently pleased about it.

Meanwhile, in that hotel room, Giorno was accepting of a phrase often used in America about the folly of doing something stupid or ill-timed and receiving immediate negative karma. Giorno expressed that he might even use the phrase, and Francesca smiled. "That's what's up. You should use it too... you got the energy for it~" she said, that much was obvious by what happened with her brother in his shop. Serena was back in the mix of the conversation, having attended the party she had bits and pieces to add. "I recorded most of my time there... for posterity since I knew you couldn't attend," Serena mentioned. "Signore Kreuz was there, but he didn't come into the VIP. Rafi was the only one representing him there~ I can play the song for you but the quality will be a bit low for Lost Galaxy standards," she admitted about her own recording, even so the whole of the evening was worth a watch just to see Drake make a fool of himself. Beyond that part there was the issue of Francesca knowing Nikoleta, and how Giorno could have gone through that known source instead of having to talk to Drake. "We've been friends for a bit. She was still in school so she wasn't making trips super often and I... wasn't going to travel with my brother so we had a few planned hangouts," Francesca explained as she worked her way down he cigarette. "She did say she wanted to introduce me to some people, next time we hung out. And I'd wear her stuff, I have some comfy stuff of hers, but she said she didn't want her friend just wearing off the rack stuff, that it wasn't the same..." Francesca said. She figured that was another of those artists things, so they were planning to hang out soon ish, it was earlier than she expected to be in the same area so maybe that could be arranged, Francesca would be reaching for her own phone to shoot the other woman a quick text only to find a missed call.

[Bloodedge]

A dangerous combination was in the works. Whatever sort of heat Donnie had going on combined with Ronnie's arcing lightning, both melding into the form of plasma one could only find in space itself. The heat wasn't localized, and that very expensive condom wouldn't even be able to sustain itself against their combined loins much longer. The heat alone was enough to incinerate a human or lesser Hunter with direct contact, but it seemed the pair would only carry on enjoying it ─ as well as the pinning of Ronnie that had her repositioning for a different sort of grip. She was even audibly purring as Nikki commented on seeing the elder Corbyn docile for the first time. "Nah, we good. We got us a good kitty right here♪~" he claimed, biting into the woman's shoulder a second time with a bit more intensity.

At the same time, Giorno continued watching Casper Drake make an absolute fool of himself on video. Serena apparently had a recording of the song in question, but she warned against its quality compared to Lost Galaxy's normal recordings. "That doesn't matter. I only listen to a couple of them anyway," he said, waving off the issue. Giorno was more interested in seeing the reaction anyway; the song itself didn't matter to him. As for the fact that he could have gone through Nikoleta instead of Casper, the signs weren't present due to some coincidental circumstances surrounding Francesca's friendship with the designer. The excuse made sense of why Francesca wasn't wearing any Blue Lotus merchandise. In fact, one would find all who inhabited the higher echelon of the fashion world thought similarly: important people didn't deserve something found in a shop. "That makes sense. I like to think none of us would put a model or muse in something from a store. The copies are for the patrons, not the inspiration," he said. Just afterwards, it seemed he would be waiting around for a point of contact while Francesca looked into her phone. Since she was busying herself, he gestured for Serena to bring the breakfast cart a bit closer.

[Apollymi]

Donnie and Ronnie were quite the naturally dangerous combination. So much so... that outside of this building somewhere, people that monitored Gates were on watch, as unseasonably warm weather seemed to be descending around the area. Two S-rank Hunters were having the kind of wild sex that should have amounted to the same outcome as two S-rank Hunters fighting. That pin seemed to keep Ronnie happy, and her purring didn't seem to stop, at the same time that electrical manifestation of her mana seemed to be mixing with flame like heat to create a scientific phenomenon that neither cared about enough to stop their activity. Instead, just another thing shifted, as Ronnie was bitten hard on the shoulder her walls collapsed and that electricity descended down her body her spine becoming electrified as well... "Yeah, I'm a good kitty♪~" Ronnie confirmed as her mana kept moving. "Careful, she's gonna pop a real tail in a minute~" Nikki confirmed. She'd seen her sister's transformation, not in this particular context but now it was very obvious why it happened the way it did. As that was mentioned the bottom half her her body seemed to be lowering as electricity spread there would soon be cat like paws in electricity coating her feet as well. Her body was still stretching that arch in her back and her bounce against him was something to continue for quite a while.

Meanwhile, Giorno wasn't bothered by a lesser quality sound recording, so Serena would be setting up her tablet so he could watch the video. It would include the song, and Nikki's activity during it, which included giving out Donnie's phone number to every girl in the room. Meanwhile, Francesca was learning about the nature of artists and their clothing choices for muses and models. "I guess that makes sense. She did make me one thing, gave it to me last year for my birthday, my favorite sweatsuit, it's in the wash back home though..." Francesca said with a light smile. "Oh, shit... she called me! I guess I got something to do after breakfast~" she said, fully intending to be part of a sexy breakfast after watching as a young man destroyed her brother lyrically in an R&B song. "Nothing like getting dissed in a song where someone ain't even rapping," she said about her brother. And somewhere in a cheaper hotel in London Drake was sneezing. He'd been up all night, mostly because he'd acquired some harder drugs after his terrible night. Surely no one could blame him for taking the edge off... besides all of that, his car was in the shop, his suit was being taken to the cleaners and and several unflattering videos of him were circulating the internet. Whatever became of sexy breakfast, Casper Drake's spiral and all else, didn't really matter as time would always tick on.

[Bloodedge]

The 'good kitty' Donnie spoke of gave vocal agreement to the clause, much to his satisfaction and furthered arousal. He almost lost his groove over the line, actually. Ah, but Donnie was accustomed enough to even more ridiculous statements mid-coitus; this was just a matter of hearing it from Veronica Corbyn. "Damn, ma. You right. Say that shit again♪~" he encouraged, another vigorous thrust coming with enough force to meld their growing energies again, causing something akin to a localized solar flare. Many things would be incinerated ─ posters, books and the like throughout the suite. When Nikki gave a warning about Ronnie's real tail, he noted the appearance of gauntlets and greaves ─ or rather, gloves and socks of pure lightning to grant the supermodel paws. "Oh word? Don't need this then, huh?~" he asked teasingly while grabbing Ronnie's false tail, fully intending to wedge it out with a series of rough tugs and wedges.

Such would be how time progressed for a few minutes more... but there was a danger that had been building for a few minutes yet. Powerful as that condom was, it may not have been tested properly against the power presented by two higher-tier S-rank Hunters. Subjected to so much heat and electricity, it was melting away eventually. Donnie would soon come to realize that condoms were never as lubricated as... what he could feel within Veronica at the time. No, his thrusts were becoming far too slick and far too textured. He'd never done something so intense since becoming a Hunter, and though there was still more to go... he would definitely be slowing the pace slightly, yet noticeably upon realizing their contraceptive was no longer present. 'Damn I knew the shit was feelin' too good! Gotta chill. Gotta fall back,' he thought... but would that be the case in the end?

[Apollymi]

Ronnie called herself a good kitty, such was standard for this kind of play but it was uniquely honest in the case of Donnie. She had played this game before, she knew and understood it, but she'd never been on the receiving end of something so overwhelming, not since awakening and not with the sort of impact that forced her to answer to animal instincts. "I'm a good kitty♪~" she affirmed once more, "Though if you keep fucking me like this I'll be bad instead♪~" she confirmed for a single extra bit of conversation. Her body was going on with the transformation and her consciousness was not exactly slipping but definitely not holding to human standards. Those aggressive thrusts creating solar flares were causing all kinds of problems, and eventually, he was even starting to unwedge that tail from her rectum.

No matter what Ronnie had been holding back on that transformation, though it likely didn't seem to be the case. She'd managed to hold back the emergence of her tail, if only to preserve the one she'd inserted. She wasn't missing anything by the time itw as pulled out. Though the thing at the end was shockingly not a plug but an entire medium sized dildo. "Leon was right, bloody tart, you are~" Nikki said with a casual eye roll. The sex was rather suddenly feeling good to Ronnie as well, the extra texture had her moving her hips in waves, making sure her walls were stroked extra even though the electricity. Ronnie was aware that something that changed, but... with the tail out and her own finally sprouting from her lower spine the work into animal form was complete. The heat wafting from them was enough to be felt, b ut it wasn't a real problem, still they'd all but cracked through the floor under the stage and were now... melting things around themselves as they continued. That condom never stood a chance, but a purring Ronnie wouldn't be disuaded as she pushed towards another orgasm.

[Bloodedge]

Ronnie immediately repeated the clause of her being a good kitty. She certainly had a knack for this kind of play, and Donnie would be enjoying it thoroughly. It seemed she wasn't totally set on being a good kitty, though. According to her, his continued activity would have her being a bad one instead. That was... interesting. "I mean, you always been a bad one, so... I might be tryna see that♪~" he chimed. That tail was finally making its actual appearance as Ronnie's transformation reached a presumably-complete state. Luckily for Donnie, he'd prepared his defenses long ago. He'd wedged out the false tail and its accompanying dildo, so he could easily toss it over Ronnie's shoulder and grab her by the magical tail instead. At that time, Nikki offered commentary upon seeing what had been within her sister's rear this entire time. "She got a point. You nasty, ma~" he teased.

Despite the teasing, Donnie did want to see the supermodel show her 'bad' side. Those who kept watch for Gates outside would have more to worry about, as he was quickly beginning to ignore the missing condom in favor of heightened sensation. Nothing could beat a slick thrust. With that in mind, Donnie made a decision. 'Fuck it, she feelin' it. I can hold out a little bit~' he thought. Flares of superheated magic were stemming from his torso as he worked Ronnie's undercarriage like a machine, pistoning in spite of any dangers and keeping his pelvic floor clenched to make up the difference. Of course, that action would only result in a permanent state of swelling in his cock, which already had Ronnie's canal filled and expanded. No matter; that was kind of the point anyway. At this point, his primary concern was pushing Ronnie over the edge... and milking a bit more enjoyment while he was at it. What could go wrong? Perhaps nothing, but it may not have helped for Donnie to replace that earlier dildo with his own burning thumb. "You like that?♪"