Doing the Duke

Boldy, you return Dashington’s kiss, allowing your body to mold to his as you press your hand to the site of his arousal.

“O, Xanastasia,” he moans. “Don’t encourage me. We haven’t time for all of the things I wish to do with you…!”

You curl your fingers around his manly rod through the fabric of his space-trousers. “But Dashington, there is always time for a good rogering up against the wall!”

A hungry light comes into the Duke’s eye as he fumbles at your space-pyjamas, simultaneously backing you up against the nearest wall. You have just enough time to shove his space-trousers down to puddle around his ankles before he has grasped your sweetly-rounded buttocks in his firm, masculine hands and hoisted you up to an optimal height for penetration. Wrapping your shapely legs around his waist, you press your lips once more to his, thrusting your supple tongue into his mouth at the exact moment that he enters your feminine tunnel with his pleasure-wand.

“Nnnngh,” Dashington enthuses, leaning his weight against one hand on the wall so that he can knead your lucullan breasts through the fabric of your half-removed space-pyjamas with the other. He begins to drive powerfully into you, and you lean forward so as not to bang your head against the wall.

“You’re so lovely,” he murmurs, pumping his hips back and forth in an ecstatic, primal rhythm.

“No talking,” you gasp, gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise.

The next moments pass in silence, but for your moans of pleasure, and then you both cry out in glorious release at precisely the same moment. It is the most beautiful quickie you have ever experienced.

From outside Dashington’s suite, you suddenly hear a cry that is not at all orgasmic…!

“The mercenaries!” the Duke exclaims, pulling up his pants. He snatches up a lumino-epee whilst you rearrange your own disheveled garments. Rushing to the corridor, you discover Caroline Jin Yue and Harmony Sonata much beset by more than a dozen marauding mercenaries!

“Invaders, begone!” Dashington cries, and flourishes his lumino-epee with such effect that he disembowels three mercenaries with a single slash. “Up the Dashingtons!”

You descend upon the mercenaries in a soaring arc, pulling on all the power of your Ferret Leap, crushing two to the floor, while Caroline makes full use of both the projectile and cutting surfaces of her zathwop bladearm to scorch the skin off those who were recently her comrades-in-arms until they so horribly betrayed her!

You glance upon Harmony with concern, but it appears the diva is not less suited to the arts of war than she is to the arts of art! Her perfectly controlled voice is perhaps the deadliest weapon of all, as her devastating vocal attacks, precisely pinpointed upon the eardrums of the attackers, melt their traitorous brains within their very skulls!

Just as things are starting to look grim, librarian Byron Keates arrives, and proves that in addition to his organizational skills, he also possesses a mind so keen that he can use telekinetic powers against attackers, turning the mercenaries’ own weapons upon themselves!

But it is you who ultimately save the day, as, with a perfectly executed Aardvark Hustle, you deliver a double-footed Newt Kick to the chest of the enormous head mercenary. Your heels thrust through his chest, destroying his heart and lungs, and unfortunately soaking your fuzzy slippers in gore.

However, this sartorial disaster is but a small cloud upon your happiness, as you gaze upon the field in triumph!

“O! Marry me!” cries Duke Dashington, falling to his knees in a puddle made up of the pulped internal organs of the enormous mercenary.

“Choose me!” Byron offers, letting a cloud of armaments fall to the floor with a clatter.

“Marry me!” Caroline suggests, shaking droplets of grey matter off her bladearm blade.

“Marry me!” Harmony sings, absentmindedly delivering an axe kick upon a merely mortally wounded foe’s face.

Caroline eyes Harmony and smile roguishly. “Or you could marry both of us?” she smirks.

O! It seems you have found your identity, saved the day, and perhaps found your one true love/s! But which one – or two – shall you choose?

1) You are a princess of the House Royal, and there is a part of you that will always thrill to the ducal ambitions of a Duke! You choose Dashington.

2) The power of the librarian’s intellect is impossible to resist! You choose Byron.

3) Caroline’s ferocity sets quivers through your nether-belly like an earthquake would send quivers through the mantle of the planet, moon, or planetoid upon which it occurs! You choose Caroline.

4) Harmony’s bounteous blue beauty and vivid voice is not to be denied! You choose Harmony.

5) If your parents will be thrilled when you bring one fiancée home, why not two? You choose Caroline and Harmony.

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