Three Princesses Under Three Moons
The red sun rises early on the day you wed no-longer-Dame Harmony Sonata, and ex-mercenary Caroline Jun Yie, Princesses of Riadorf!
Your siblings and their spouses are all in attendance, your mother (a famed space-lawyer and Justice of the Space Peace) performs the ceremony, and your father, Emperor Alistair bestows upon you as a bridal gift a palace with a zathwop bladearm target zone for Caroline, an auditorium and recording studio for Harmony and a practice hall in which you may continue to deepen your mastery of the art of Boot Sway.
As the triple moons rise, your wives carry you to the dining room and tenderly lay you across the table.
“Did you hear that Duke Dashington married his librarian, Byron Keates?” Harmony enquires as she thrusts her purple Imperator vibrator into your womanhood.
“No!” Caroline gasps, manipulating her Hummingbird into the tight rosebud of your poop-chute. “How fascinating! What do you think they do together?”
“Well,” Haromy muses, and tells you her thoughts on the matter, to the eventual and immense satisfaction to all three of you.
“O, Xanastasia and Harmony!” Caroline cries.
“O, Caroline and Xanastasia!” Harmony moans.
“O, Harmony and Caroline!” you swoon. “How happy I am that I was betwixt the dilemmas of Dashington Station! With amnesia!”
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