\u00e2\u20ac\u0153O, beloved Harmony!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you murmur, stepping forward to run your fingers through her crimson curls, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153now that I have recovered my memory, I recall that I have long desired you from afar. In my room in the Imperial Palace on Riadorf, I have a holo-poster of you upon the ceiling, and many is the night that I have reclined amongst my pillows and gently caressed my most tender flesh whilst gazing upon your serene indigo beauty and listening to recordings of your astonishing voice on holo-tape.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153O, Princess!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the lazuline diva murmurs, swooning.<\/p>\n
Swiftly, you step forward to catch her in your arms, and as you hold her tenderly, her mouth forms a beautiful O, and she sings in her clear, high voice: <\/p>\n
La mia pelle \u00c3\u00a8 blu
\nPotete notare che \u00c3\u00a8 blu
\nCome cosa molto blu e blu.
\nQualche gente dice
\n\u00c3\u02c6 verde, ma
\nSono errati. \u00c3\u02c6 blu!<\/i> <\/p>\n
Overcome by her mysterious – yet lovely – utterance, you bend to press Harmony\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth with your own, shifting one hand so that you might stroke her ample breasts. The singer thrusts her nubile tongue into your mouth, and you moan deeply as you suckle on her muscular appendage.<\/p>\n
Caroline coughs, loudly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Should I leave you two alone?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she hints. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mph,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Harmony responds. And then, when you have released her mouth, she says, more clearly, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153no, please stay! I always perform best for an audience.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Perform?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you ask. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Will you be singing further, my sonorous sweetheart?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the flame-haired songstress replies, lowering her lashes seductively. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153My mouth will be otherwise occupied.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
You shiver with delight at her words, and when she puts her hands to the fastenings of your space-pyjamas, you eagerly step free of the somewhat confining, yet mostly comfortable, garment. In under a space-minute, the harmonic siren has divested herself of her own garments, baring all of her azure skin to your avid gaze. <\/p>\n
Her abundant curves are even more alluring, now that there is no fabric interposed between them and your line of sight. Swiftly, you step forward and cup her full breasts in your hands, lowering your head to lave the blushing tips. Harmony moans in appreciation, and slips one delicate blue hand between your thighs. As you swirl your tongue around her rosy peaks, she slides one slender digit into your feminine passage, stroking your love-button with a dexterous thumb.<\/p>\n
Within moments, you are too overwhelmed to continue your moistening of Harmony\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bosoms, and can only lean against her, panting, as she plays your body as though it were an instrument, and she was a musician instead of a singer. Soon, you are singing out your climax, as enthusiastically as Harmony sung her aria to you such a short time ago, but rather less impressively, since you are tone-deaf. Still, the experience is beautiful in its own way! <\/p>\n
After what seems an eternity of basking in sensation, you are brought back to your surroundings by the sound of Caroline\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spirited applause. You long to continue, giving Harmony the same pleasure that she has bestowed upon you, but you feel as weak as a vartalian star-kitten.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Lovely songstress,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you opine, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I long to give you the same pleasure that you have bestowed upon me, but at the moment I must confess that I feel as weak as a vartalian star-kitten.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the diva comforts, pressing her fingers to your lips. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There is always tomorrow. Or later this evening. Now that my muse has returned to me, I wish to write some songs, in any case. Feel free to come back to me just as soon as you feel refreshed, and we shall perform another\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6duet<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Languidly, you dress once more in your space-pyjamas, and step out into the hall. But the corridor is not empty! It is occupied by a tall, broad-shouldered man, whose pale skin is set off by his dark, curling hair, his dark, tidy goatee, his dark, silken eyepatch and his dark, smouldering eye.<\/p>\n
“Thank Proet!” he says fervently. “There’s no time to explain! Come with me at once!”<\/p>\n
A strange and officious command! Will you obey?<\/p>\n
1) Certainly not!<\/a> You are a princess! People obey YOU.<\/p>\n