Keres surprises King Gene...

Keres glanced around the sex room once she and Gene entered through the cafeteria doors, taking in everything. She wasted no time dragging him to the loveseat to her immediate right. Gene's heart was already pounding as Keres quietly ripped open his pants and briefs, revealing his already stiff cock as she got down in between his legs.

Keres cooed as she leaned forward, lifted up her shirt, and guided Gene's cock into her cleavage, under her bra. Keres grasped her 32G titties, lightly pushed them together, slowly bobbing up and down, up and down, going raw. Gene was previously unsure if he'd be able to take a brajob knowing his dick size, but Keres settled that without even saying a word. He was clearly enjoying not having to constantly hold his dick against the chest during a titjob, letting Keres' bra do the job this time. Every time he saw the tip of his dick peek out from inside Keres' huge cleavage, Gene savored the moment as each bob inched him ever closer to climax.

Sensing the slight soreness from all the fucking recently in Gene's penis, Keres mentally soothed it with magic, further amplifying the pleasure alongside the friction from lack of lube. Most people would have probably gone soft from the lack of lube, but the King already had over 3 decades of experience dry fapping, due to sheer lazy or bizarre masturbation habits, but he had always felt the most pleasure from the underside of his dick to begin with, which contributed.

At last Gene nut from Keres' slow, sensual brajob, his cum spurting almost onto the ceiling -- a rarity -- from Keres' particularly pleasurable paizuri. They mentally combined their magic to make Gene's cumming last as long and hard as possible.

After what seemed like forever, Keres' tank top was so drenched in the King's cum it was almost comical. Gene relaxed his head onto the sofa's headrest, and he saw at least a dozen wet dots on the ceiling and snickered.

"What?" Keres asked with a big smile as she lifted up to let Gene's cock slide back out, and saw Gene looking at the ceiling, and she also looked up to see the mess. Keres fell on the floor laughing. Gene glanced at her and grinned sheepishly as he magically cleaned up his side of the mess, but let the ceiling mess stay, knowing he'd enjoy occasionally glancing at the future permanent stains from now on.

After a few moments of uproarious laughing, Keres absentmindedly reached out as she saw Gene getting up, and he pulled her up too. Once they were both standing, Gene saw Keres' cheek seemed moist.

"Heya, you okay, Keres?" Gene knew it was possible to laugh to tears, but just wanted to be sure.

Keres didn't respond. She magically cleaned up the mess on her as she waited for her laughing to tone down enough to talk. After half a minute, Keres grabbed Gene's shirt and emotionally pulled him in for a long tender kiss. Gene was startled but didnt complain nor resist, despite his impulse to. He was suddenly overcome with all sorts of emotion and psychic realization. Keres was a special one indeed.

"I'll tell you later, sweetie." Keres stated as she let go. Gene was confused but heeded Keres' decision. She held Gene's hand as she and the king headed back downstairs.