The red sun rises early on the day you wed no-longer-librarian Byron Keates, and ex-mercenary Caroline Jun Yie, Prince and 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 with a zathwop bladearm target zone for Caroline, an enormous library for Byron 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 and husband carry you to the living room and carefully arrange you on your hands and knees.<\/p>\n
“Did you hear that Duke Dashington married the opera diva Dame Harmony Sonata?” Byron enquires as you lick his extravagant manhood.<\/p>\n
“No!” Caroline gasps, sinking her strap-on double-headed phallus into your feminine centre. “How fascinating! What do you think they do together?”<\/p>\n
“Well,” Byron muses, and tells you his thoughts on the matter, to the eventual and immense satisfaction to all three of you.<\/p>\n
“O, Xanastasia and Byron!” Caroline cries.<\/p>\n
“O, Caroline and Xanastasia!” Byron moans.<\/p>\n
“O, Byron and Caroline!” you swoon. “How happy I am that I was betwixt the dilemmas of Dashington Station! With amnesia!”<\/p>\n