<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was a monarch with a functional brain for information that may affect more than just herself. Her assertion or thought process surrounding the idea that it might be a magical aspect to the use of mana which changed the way bodily fluids tasted was such a thought. "Noticed something then..." she said giving it some thought. The active sex life of a musical anomaly was sure to give a bit more experiences to run wth than the Queen could manage herself. Perhaps it'd be something that she could put the other scientists on to help with balancing ideas around mana and the like.

Whatever the case, with her face at least partially cleaned up, Donnie was commented on his stiffness. Apparently, it wouldn't go down if he didn't at least put it in her. He claimed the job was unfinished in that regard. "Right attitude you got there. Well, never stopped a hard man from working~" the queen said in a cheeky turn of phrase as she shifted. He removed himself from between her breasts and she shifted to prepare herself for the new experience. His words implied that he wanted to see, so she'd make sure he did. She was going to have to shower any way, so she stripped off that lingerie piece by piece throwing it away from the bed wherever it might land before laying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide enough for him to crawl between and with absolutely no shame about her body in the slightest. "There we are, right back to it then?~" she said cheekily as she prepared for the next new experience.

[Bloodedge]

Maybe modern magical science did have an answer to the taste of mana. If anyone did, he imagined it would be a group like Industrial Illusions, or perhaps one of the large Japanese companies that had transitioned into magic tech in the past year. If not, Donnie was happy to make his own observations. "Yeah, but... I was high and drunk off my ass for most of it," he said about noticing something personally. Now though, Donnie was completely sober... minus a couple of hits he had after showering, but that wasn't enough to affect him. With that being the case, he could try a controlled experiment.

And so it began. Donnie wasn't in need of a break, but he did need to handle something the queen had been missing for her entire life ─ he'd promised as much, apparently. All he had to do was watch and wait while Mirellia did away with her lingerie, piece by glorious piece. It wasn't the sort of thing one could expect of a strip club, but the careful and poised motions of a monarch brought a charm of their own. Such was especially the case when paired with the careless, almost callous discarding, as though Mirellia didn't care if she ever saw those articles again. Once they were all gone, Donnie lamented the lack of ornamentation and hailed the lack of interruptions between his gaze and the queen's body. His eyes traveled the full expanse of her form ─ all the way down from head to toe, then back up just to stop at his ultimate target between spread legs. "Hot damn. They custom breed y'all or somethin'?" Donnie asked, not spotting a single blemish or fault on the queen's person as he crawled forward. It all began with a touch. Two long, careful fingers stroked between a pair of lips ─ slowly up, even slower on the way down. Donnie would be wetting his fingers properly with a prod at Mirellia's opening. Down to the first knuckle of his forefinger and middle finger alike, he drew back to run that sample over his extended tongue. They were right about tastes... but what was that? "Oh yeah, that's somethin' fruity. Lemme see~" he mused. That pair of fingers returned to spread the queen's folds. With that done, Donnie would be leaning in to let his tongue follow the exact path his fingers did previously ─ pacing, prodding and all.

[Apollymi]

According to Donnie he did remember something but he'd been too intoxicated at the time to really get a handle on it. That much made sense, but if there was something to it the Queen would eventually want to know about it. "You lot were quite gone by the party," the Queen observed. That being said, with her own sordid past, she was far from judging the young ones for how they chose to have fun. What was more, she was removing her clothes and the man's eyes were locked in on her every motion. By the time he questioned her visage she could only smile at him, "Yeah, basically~" she said with a smile. One would find her body to be faultless even after giving birth at least once and a small patch of hair the same color of that of the hair on her head but not extending past her mound.

Not that she had a lot of time to consider all that, as soon there were fingers expertly moving between her folds where the lad had been keyed in for a few seconds. Those gentle movements had her loins starting an inital throb as her own form of lubrication came up in response to stimulation. "Mmm~" that quiet sound escaped the woman as fingers dipped knuckle deep into her canal only to come back out. When tasted, the lad claimed there was something fruity about the taste. "That right," she seemed to be questioning something but the question would dry up as those fingers separated her folds and the sensation of fingers was replaced by a tongue following the same path. That warm, wet muscle caused a jolt straight through Mirellia's spine. It was stimulating in a way that she'd not understood. "Fuckin' hell~" some kind of major change had occurred, a switch was flipped and her brain was now set to something very unqueenly.

[Bloodedge]

The effects of drugs and alcohol that altered his expectations the previous day, would not apply here. Being nearly 100% sober, Donnie could properly partake of the queen. A couple of fingers were used for preparation's sake initially, but he didn't wait around or waste much time before leaning in. His tongue dragged through her folds, pushed into her canal just a bit, and dragged its way back up. By the time he traversed her pocket halfway, there was a full film of the queen's arousal coating his tongue. Donnie wanted a taste, and he now had it. The taste had to be... plum? Yes, he definitely picked up and recognized a hint of plum.

Obviously, Mirellia was coming to a realization herself. That specific realization seemed to be how much she'd been missing, considering her prim and proper demeanor slipped away quicker and harder than ever before. Donnie was satisfied by that... but again, the job wasn't finished. That film over his tongue was something he thought to swallow, but he didn't bother. Instead, Donnie used it as a bit of bonus lubrication as he brushed over, then circled, her unhooded nub. Since she claimed to enjoy the heat he provided, Donnie also thought to let a few heated breaths waft over her exposed womanhood with every full rotation.

[Apollymi]

The Queen for her part in this, didn't know what Donnie had been tasting or what exactly his plan was while perusing her folds with his tongue. All she knew was that the lad was definitely not holding back or wasting time as the exploration reached a steadier pace. A tongue is a very different feeling appendage to explore intimate parts with, Mirellia knew this from her own experience doing that thing. The texture of skin was different in the mouth instead of with lips or fingers. Even so, there wasn't anything that could have prepared her for the way it would feel on the receiving end. A warm wet muscle moving against folds that were creating their own moisture as well, was a feeling of both softness and firmness that didn't compare to anything else. How she'd gone 38 years of her life without it, she didn't know... she knew she wouldn't be entering the next years of her life without it instead. 'Maybe I should have... tried a few more things before getting married. Would it be camp to make my husband do this since he can't do anything else?' Mirellia's mind immediately saw the usefulness of something like this, but she'd give that stray thought consideration at some other time. For now... she had no choices, why?

Well, Donnie's tongue began doing things she couldn't gave readied herself for, those passes against her nub weren't normal movements or fingers of practiced use. No, there were sensations coming her way that seemed to strum at her very soul. Leg's htat had made room for him were gently, so gently moving inward. Pulses within her loins were starting even though not many things had happened. And the lad was bound to be getting more and more intense as time went on. What would she do besides enjoy it, and moan her content. Hot breaths had her signing her content as she relaxed after a gentle build up, "Fuck me, it's gonna be long day, innit?" Mirellia said, her voice losing all pretense as her hand found the lad's head and she was gently reminded of the first time she'd played the cello for herself, she didn't want this feeling to stop.

[Bloodedge]

One thing Donnie was never going to do, was fall short due to lack of effort. He had a chance to bed the Queen of England, gaining an experience none had been gifted before, and providing one no other had yet to provide. What could he do? Well, there was only one thing ─ he could, and would, pull out all the stops. Mirellia was speaking in the most unqueenly manner, but an even better sign for the moment was the physical reaction that seemed all too natural to ignore.

Mirellia's legs were no longer opening, but closing instead. Donnie knew that sign all too well. He met that collapse with glee ─ his free left arm wrapping around the queen's right thigh to hold it against the side of his head, as though welcoming an eventual clench. To combat that possibility, however, he also braced and pushed forward. The result would be Donnie's face being fully pressed against the woman's loins. His lips were firmly against hers, leaving little room for his tongue to extend... but all the room for it to remain right at the meeting point between two pairs of parted lips, where it could more effectively, rapidly, and consistently oscillate around that targeted cluster of nerves between Mirellia's legs.

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was learning in real time, what it was like to have a man between her legs trying his absolute best. The difference in effort was easily noted, and very much appreciated. The lad also made it obvious that he was not planning to stop her reactions at all. Those legs that began closing around his head were welcomed. One his his arms slipping around one of her legs and that point of contant making her skin prickle beneath his touch. Not in reaction to being chilled but simply because her skin interpreted the warmth as something to welcome. That tongue working her over got a very specific and relaxed reaction from her, even before a proper finish was acquired. Ah but she wouldn't be waiting too long to acquire that sort of finish.

Donnie wasn't backing down, he settled even further in. He pressed the lips of his face, against the lips between her legs and he gave even more attention to the nub at her apex than she managed to do alone in her room with a musical instrument between hr legs. Mireallia moaned her entire body, beginning to tighten. A wave of pressure building in the pit of her stomach and building up and up until, it spilled over. "Bloody fuck, that's brilliant!~" she swore, she moaned, she experienced an orgasm from someone's tongue playing between her folds. She couldn't help her body's reaction. Her legs tightened around his head pale thighs encircling brown skin and dark hair. Hands that needed something to hold on to, massaged a scalp and fingers entangled in silken locks. In those moments, she lost control of herself and her skin tingled as her mana came alive, a feeling that would pass on to the lad as vibrations felt in his own body where skin contact was made.

[Bloodedge]

In such an exchange, there was one very specific moment one had to reach. Some considered it the end goal, some viewed it as a mark of success, and Donnie... was in a much rarer group of individuals who treated it as acceptance and a cue to progress further. That moment was the one that had Mirellia's legs tightening around his head, her mouth spewing additional sultry commentary, her hand in his hair and her juices upon his face. Donnie's right hand slipped out, wrapping around her left thigh to ensure both legs remained wrapped around his head. With that, he could take things further still.

Ah, but how would the young musician do so? There was something he'd been coaxed into trying long ago, if only because of how the fans reacted to a normal mannerism. To start, his lips became more involved ─ parting and massaging folds as Donnie worked his tongue back inward. When that tongue of his protruded again, it aimed down. The flat of Donnie's tongue could be found rubbing against Mirellia's nub, which was just barely missed by teeth as he sent the muscle down, down, letting it curl at the tip just to prod the queen's entrance. "Aah-aah-aah~" he chanted. Such would cause a wafting kiss of heat from his breath, a gentle vibration from his tongue, and a bit of curling right where the tip found Mirellia's opening.

[Apollymi]

Donnie was teaching Mirellia something she probably would have found out a long time before if she'd been allowed a husband within her own age range. The politics of marriage for the British Royal family during her time though were very different. As such, in the present moment she was being acclimated to something rather unusual. Donnie was the type of man to go above and beyond in ways she'd previously not known. In this particular case, her climax didn't signal the man to stop, no... instead she was being more deeply locked into place and kept for even more attention. She'd not even managed to catch her breath or regain complete control over the mana going haywire in her body, but she was about to find out today, that job completion had very different meanings from person to person. "You can't actually be serious..." she uttered while biting her own lips and fightng back a moan.

Still this begged the question what was she actually finding against. As her hips bucked against the lad's face, and extended tongue with several new sounds to offer was being used on her loins in an unexpected way. It dipped quite deeply into her folds. The lad was very nearly having a messy makeout with her lower lips while using his tongue to dip into her canal. That plum flavored juice would be doing much more than just coating his face, it'd be leaking and coating his tongue directly and the mana in her body and inner walls would be strangely vibrating against his tongue giving her even more sensation to work with. Those hands of hers massages his scalp with even more feeling attached to them and she tilted her head back in bliss as the next wave found her before she even knew what was truly happening. "FUCK!~"she swore. But eventually, as all things went after a few more moments like that, she'd be trying to escape the lad, her body moving further and further up the bed as she tried to escape a ravenous beast.

[Bloodedge]

There was so much to do, and so little Donnie was willing to sacrifice. The queen would find that every reaction she had, if it could be considered positive, was cause for continuation. Strangely, Donnie felt an additional sensation by the time he was fully buried between her legs ─ something he'd never felt before. It had nothing to do with legs clamping around his head, nor the hand in his hair. No, this was coming from the queen's womanhood itself ─ an odd, yet welcome tingle against his lips and tongue. At times, it even felt like a vibration, but Donnie was too busy producing his own to fully keep track of it.

Well... things would change eventually, as they always did. Another orgasm struck the queen not too long after the first. In its wake, she eventually aimed to flee his clutches. Legs were no longer embracing his head, and her hand had gone missing as she scooted back. No. As she moved, Donnie moved along with her. He picked up a head of steam, soon moving forward more quickly than Mirellia moved back. In the end, he was looming over her, left arm against the mattress over Mirellia's right shoulder to cut off her escape route. "Nah, where you goin'? I gotta put this on you~" Donnie said, his cock already stretched over her pelvis and abdomen, balls to her loins and glans pressing the bottom of her right breast.

[Apollymi]

One thing Mirellia couldn't question was Donnie's dedication to his craft. He used his tongue to work her completely over, so much so that she was trying to run away from the lad in question. It was a little crazy. She'd once been a girl who took on six men at once, and treated sex as a personal conquest. And now she was an adult woman, finding out that the world hadn't stopped evolving sex acts, just because she'd stopped having it regularly. In this time, she felt, vibrations against her loins, a tongue sliding around in her folds and kisses applied to her insides in ways that she'd never assumed would happen before. At some point, she reached the state of overstimulation that had her moving away, removing herself from a tongue that had done far too much.

Ah, but she wasn't allowed to go very far. Donnie's movements would place him right atop her. He'd clambered over her, his cock resting in the entire space of her torso. His family jewels were pressed against her soaked loins and the head of his cock was against her breast, just letting her know it was huge compared to anything else she'd ever taken within her body. And what she got from Donnie was a question, and a pointed explanation. "Cheeky lad, aren't you?~" she managed taking a few breaths after her head fell back. She'd looked along that length and had to wonder if this man had ever fit himself completely inside someone. No matter, she wasn't about to go back on words, and it wasn't like she'd be taking a different option at this point. "Right, right... come on then. Not good to keep a lady waiting~" she offered as if she wasn't the one to back away in the first place. But such was the natural contradiction of the royalty of England.

[Bloodedge]

By the time he loomed over Mirellia, Donnie felt himself making contact with her in a very new, different way. It was startlingly pleasant ─ so much so, that his hips were beginning to move before anything resembling penetration. His erection rubbed against her abdomen just lightly. A claim of having something to 'put on' the queen met a retort about his cheekiness. "Been called a lot of shit, but you the one cheeked up out here~" he teased in response. As if emphasizing his own point, Donnie hooked his arms under Mirellia's thighs again. Doing so allowed him to lift her legs, pushing them back and eventually feeling her sizeable backside against his lap.

"Yeah... you got all the cheek," Donnie commented further. Whatever the case, Mirellia was right; there was no point in waiting around on either side of the equation. He took the go-ahead without any additional hesitation, hips drawing back to drag his member across Mirellia's folds. "No worries, ma, I got you," he said moments before that long trip left him aligned with the queen's entrance. A small forward stroke had him pushing against that entrance, starting the squeeze inward with a tool still carrying the lubrication from Mirellia's mouth.

[Apollymi]

For her part in this, Mireallia was becoming easily more pliable. And Donnie for his part in this was content to make the claim that the one with cheeks was Mirellia herself. She couldn't argue with that point and even let out a little aught as she shook her head. "That right?~" she managed seemingly amused by the conversation itself. Mirellia wasn't going to be allowed her full amusement in the way she would have taken it with someone she knew was about to be given orders. No, Donnie was in a party of one, who was allowed to call shots for the queen as he proved himself a viable target to sate her physical needs.

And so, she had nothing but amusement to offer as her hips were lifted, her body shifted. Rarely did she move in ways that she didn't place herself into, and rarer still was anyone even allowed to comment on her physical build. But in this case, with a cock running the full length of her torso she was in no position to argue, and further still, felt only building excitement as tingles spread throughout her body. Her backside was resting against a man's lap and he was rubbing himself against her folds readying himself to enter. His commentary was acknowledged with a chuckle, "That's just good posture~" she managed as if it was a joke. No matter. He had her, not keeping a lady waiting she began feeling one of the tightest fillings of her life. The first time she'd had sex was nothing at all in comparison to something so massive trying to work itself into even her already slickened canal. Every single second was full of pressure and a grating feeling that caused a ridiculous amount of tension to enter her body. Even so, the magical aspects weren't going to leave her to be the only one who experienced something quite different. The further in Donnie pushed the more intense that feeling became. It was like her insides were undulated, rippling as he entered. A pattern of low wave vibrations teasing them both.

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, there were no falsities spoken by Donnie when he claimed Mirellia had the 'cheeks' as it were. With her back to the mattress and her rear against his lap with so little effort, there was no arguing against the facts. Mirellia knew as much anyway; Donnie knew she was just a little cheeky herself. "On God it is," he said nonetheless. Good posture was not to blame for what he felt before pulling back. No, there was something far deeper than personal habits and grooming could achieve. "... Nah, that's cap. This shit gotta be genetic, or like... spiritual or somethin'," Donnie argued.

Irrespective of the cause behind Mirellia's endowment, Donnie had to make use of his own blessing. Would he be the only one doing so, though? Certainly not. A tight entry was the norm, but Mirellia's core provided something that had Donnie reconsidering a device one of his friends had once mentioned. There existed some sort of 'personal massager' with vibrating functions ─ Donnie's friend swore by it in lieu of having women to bed. Of course Donnie had no need for such things, but if they were anything like that undulation against his shaft with every inch he gained, perhaps he shouldn't have turned his nose up to it? Well... that didn't matter, as he now had access to a genuine article. "Woah woah, the fuck is this? Pussy on a hunnit thousand!" he announced, moaning and groaning throughout the deep crawl to Mirellia's limits. "Hol' on, you got the super Kegel or somethin'?!"

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was a woman who didn't know exactly what all the American slang meant, still some things came out of Donnie's mouth and it became overly obvious. 'On God it is,' well that sounded more like a ringing endorsement than anything else that she'd ever heard. The Queen of England spent a moment considering what a person who told her truthful nice things was worth to her, and she decided quite a bit. Even as Donnie challenged the idea of the posture related roundness to her backside. "Spiritual, eh? I've never heard that one before... I'll allow it~" Mirellia said. She was still royal, but how these compliments hit her, were for her to determine alone. But there was something she wasn't doing alone...

Presently she and Donnie were joining bodies in a way that most would consider to be 'marital' alone. That didn't much mean anything except that both were busy experiencing something rather new. The undulations that mirellia knew herself to be capable of, were reactive in the case of Donnie. Happening simply because he was pushing into her depths. "Hmphf, you got no idea~" she said about the state of her own body. In her time, many a man had reached an ending he wasn't planning by pushing into her tight core and being milked. The only diffference here, was that Mireallia wasn't making a conscious effort, no... her body was simply doing as her mana demanded. Did she have the super Kegal? Well, that was easily explained. "You know that really is the posture, two decades of breathing in a corset does quite a lot to a woman's core strength. A bit of magic might also be involved now... we'll find out together~" she managed as she exhaled, with him so deep inside and her hips raised due to his choice in positioning she could only wiggle a bit as she had quite a bit of fun with the girth she was now pulsing around. Perhaps as a show of faith, she'd give an actual tightening of her core around him, causing that ripple she'd be unable to get by movement at this point. From tip to where he existed her core, he'd feel a wave of sensation as Mirellia accepted that with him on top she'd have to work quite a bit to assert herself, but... with the profound satisfaction that she still had it.