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The red sun rises early on the day you wed no-longer-Dame Harmony Sonata, Princess of Riadorf!<\/p>\n

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 full 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.<\/p>\n

As the triple moons rise, your wife carries you to the recording studio and tenderly bends you over the space mixing desk. <\/p>\n

“Did you hear that Duke Dashington married his librarian Bryon Keates and the infamous mercenary the Silver Marauder?” she enquires as she skillfully manipulates a dildo made of spun space-glass in your wet womanhood.<\/p>\n

“No!” you gasp. “How fascinating! What do you think they do together?”<\/p>\n

“Well,” Harmony muses, and whispers her imaginings in your ear, to the eventual and immense satisfaction of you both.<\/p>\n

“O, Xanastasia!” she cries.<\/p>\n

“O, Harmony!” you swoon. “How happy I am that I was betwixt the dilemmas of Dashington Station! With amnesia!”<\/p>\n

FIN.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"