Public distress

Mark had thought that Dolla was being held captive by some high elf aristocrat, but here she was.

Dolla: “ Sorry we don't have much time, Artisal can give you the details!”

Mark felt his body rise into the air then fall to the floor. Before he had a chance to respond he saw Dolla position herself over on his cock before taking him to the hilt. She was tighter than Mark remembered and their was something about the way she shook her hips seemed off. Mark leaned up taking one of Dolla's nipples in his mouth, she moaned as he sucked her nipple. Mark noticed something and pushed “Dolla” to the ground, but instead of a high elf masochist he landed on a ripped angel.

Artisal: “ She made me...”

The { Clone} of Dolla whispered in Mark's ear “ She called me, shy little thing.”

Mark thought about it then kissed Artisal. They made out for a while then Artisal wrapped her legs around Mark who resumed his fucking. The two were in their own world unaware that Dolla had been visited by one of her suitors and her mother without the chance to separate her senses from Artisal. She was **** to paralyze her face as she came while taking to the count about how she was considering his proposal, not that she minded.

She thought about when she was locked in her villa three weeks ago on the pretense that she was preparing for her wedding, but the real reason was...

Dolla felt a wave of mana pass through her as her clone was tossed to the floor. She squeezed her legs together as she felt something hard and long rub against her pussy. She thought about telling Mark ….but.. she had been feeling pent up... and this would get her some time to herself....

Dolla let out a gasp as Mark rubbed his cock between her and Artisal getting off on the thought that she was talking about her marriage while a copy of her was getting fucked!

She felt a her pussy clench when Mark sped up, as her mother looked at her with a look of disgust.

Dolla's mom: “ … I apologize your grace, It would seem my daughter has been unable to meditate today and the stress has gotten to her. If we could continue this another time... we would be most grateful.”

the count and his entorage left leaving Dolla free to collapse into the table her breast bursting out her dress. Her mother locked the door then turned on her daughter.

Dolla's mom: “ You whore! First you disgrace us with your little lie then you … you … RUT in front of a supposed suitor! Why I..”

Dolla toned out her mother as Mark picked up her clone fucking into her like a machine. She knew her mother was going to try and punish her, but she had a secret weapon.

Clone Dolla: “ Mark! I'm so fucking close! I want it! I want you to fill my high born pussy! Pump me full of that Magic of yours!”

Mark pulled out till just his tip remained then slammed back in to Dolla filling her with his seed.

Or he would have.. if not for Dolla her self.

Dolla had connected her and the Clone sending Mark's seed miles from his home to her pussy. She expected this would make her cum like her mother never had, but she was unaware that Mark's powers had evolved. She came, falling out of her chair as Mark shot his load deep filling her womb with magic. She felt her stomach grow as Mark filled her, even turning to give her mother a good view expecting to see a knew shade of shock and shame on her prude of a mother.

But she was in for a surprise!

Her Mother was grasping the table with one hand pulling at her clothes with the other, as she let out a erotic cry.

Dolla was confused. She knew the magic in Mark's seed could arous... a second wave of semen **** it's way into Dolla breaking her chain of thought as she came together with her mother. Dolla ripped off her panties letting the semen stream out of her. She tried to disable the magic but Mark wasn't done. He channeled his mana and came again this time mixing the spell he used on the goblins in.

Normally this would have been limited to sending Dolla on a orgasmic trip but the high council had decided to “ gaurd” Dolla's mind from undue influence by linking her with several knights including the captain of the royal guard who was currently on the floor in the hallway trying to draw her sword while creaming her armor in front of her squad. Not that she was alone in her public orgasm, most of the staff was connected to her mother not to mention a few members of parliament.

The clone of Dolla started to fade away while letting out fractured word “... Help!! Mother.... capture! Please!!!”

Mark looked on as the clone turned to sparkles, then he was pushed to the ground.

Marcella: “Our turn!”