Boldy, you return Dashington\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s kiss, allowing your body to mold to his as you press your hand to the site of his arousal. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153O, Xanastasia,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he moans. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t encourage me. We haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t time for all of the things I wish to do with you\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
You curl your fingers around his manly rod through the fabric of his space-trousers. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But Dashington, there is always<\/i> time for a good rogering up against the wall!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
A hungry light comes into the Duke\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s 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.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nnnngh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d 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. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re so lovely,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he murmurs, pumping his hips back and forth in an ecstatic, primal rhythm.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No talking,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you gasp, gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. <\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
From outside Dashington\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s suite, you suddenly hear a cry that is not at all orgasmic\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6! <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153The mercenaries!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d 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!<\/p>\n
“Invaders, begone!” Dashington cries, and flourishes his lumino-epee with such effect that he disembowels three mercenaries with a single slash. “Up the Dashingtons!”<\/p>\n
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! <\/p>\n
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!<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
However, this sartorial disaster is but a small cloud upon your happiness, as you gaze upon the field in triumph!<\/p>\n
“O! Marry me!” cries Duke Dashington, falling to his knees in a puddle made up of the pulped internal organs of the enormous mercenary.<\/p>\n
“Marry me!” Caroline suggests, shaking droplets of grey matter off her bladearm blade.<\/p>\n
“Marry me!” Harmony sings, absentmindedly delivering an axe kick upon a merely mortally wounded foe’s face.<\/p>\n
Caroline eyes Harmony and smile roguishly. “Or you could marry both of us?” she smirks.<\/p>\n
O! It seems you have found your identity, saved the day, and perhaps found your one true love\/s! But which one \u00e2\u20ac\u201c or two \u00e2\u20ac\u201c shall you choose?<\/p>\n
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.<\/a><\/p>\n 2) 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.<\/a><\/p>\n 3) Harmony’s bounteous blue beauty and vivid voice is not to be denied! You choose Harmony.<\/a><\/p>\n