Overwhelmed by pleasure.

Kara's breathing grows heavier. Beneath the dining table, her hand creeps across your thigh, stroking your quickly hardening groin, which practically calls out for her.

To your right, Donald and Jana pull each other close, sharing a kiss. The twins are watching on as if they simply can't decide who to join in with.

At the head of the table, Madeleine watches this all transpire with a positively predatory glint in her eyes.

"So much more potent than normal, yes?" she smiles. "A few minor tweaks to the usual formula."

You hear the Sinnabarrovian's words, but they barely register. Taking Kara's roaming hand, you place it over your cock, guiding it into your trousers.

"My, my." Madeleine notes to the bard by her side. "It would seem King Edward has some fire in him after all."

Averting her gaze from you just long enough, Kara glances back at the Sinnabarrovian heiress, her distaste for her evident even as her body is driven wild by Madeleine's ****.