Relieve your stress.

You want it. They want it. Elok Daven is dead, and the land has been saved.

Like a laser, your focus back into Nyllia's eyes is hot and intense. She flushes, but with a look of excitement shining in her eyes. Nyllia isn't one to act embarrassed, yet the sensation of your aura's passion sends a shiver down her spine. With your mighty shaft at full attention, restrained behind the stretching fabric of your pants, you step forwards, forcing her back. You then take another step, and another, and she can do little but match your movements as she nearly stumbles. In only a matter of moments, you have her nudged up against the nearest column holding up the high ceiling of the Great Hall.

You slam your palm against the stone grooves beside her head while your attention never leaves her eyes--not until you're close enough to feel her breath. Your eyes then flicker down her amazing, elven body. Her breasts are nudged up, and barely tied behind a short blouse, with bold outlines that only accentuate her curves further by manner of contrast. Past that, her cute belly button leading right into pale blue jeans.

"Ohh," she whispers softly, gazing back at you with an expression both of relief and of impatience. She lays her hands gently over your upper chests, and strokes the tips of her fingers down your toned physique. The sensation is easily felt through your comfortable attire.

You pin her further by a leg between hers, pressing yourself firmly against her before she can't take it any longer, and she's the one to thrust forth first. Not only does she wrap her lips around your own, but her tongue finds its way inside as well. She melts in your grasp, though behind your back one is still busy with the remote controller given to you moments ago. Nyllia moans into your mouth, swirling the tip of her tongue in a dance, or perhaps a fight, as her hands wrap around to behind your shoulders, so that she may grasp your upper back and pull you in even more firmly.

With a brief glance away, you can see that several eyes are on you. Not yet have things gotten spicy elsewhere, though you wonder if some are giving you even more control than usual--King Warren within his own Throne Room, waiting to conduct a room flooded with anticipation into an orchestra of love.

As you continue to make out with Nyllia quite passionately against the stone column, and you enjoy the push of her body against you, behind your back your other hand rises slightly, and your thumb turns one of the knobs. You remember back to how Mina was controlling it. Thankfully, it's pretty straight forward. When you do, you hear Eva whimper not far behind, but you don't yet turn. Your focus is distracted by your hand reaching down an elf's slender figure to slip a thumb past the waistband of her jeans in order to pull her in tighter, and with a playful grin.

"Kyle, p-please," Eva mutters as she waddles over to your side. The dress has been shortened up past her hips, so Eva doesn't even have enough to pull down between her legs. Instead, both of her hands are there to conceal her pussy.

You look over at last, taking in the adorable and sexy view of your bunny companion's half-naked fidgeting. "There. Your tail is free."

Red comes to her face, though it's not just embarrassment--anger as well, though there's no hiding that she loves it. "B-But everyone can see--"

Smack! Niki gives the rabbit a good, nice slap on her back cheeks. They bounce, as does she before one of the two hands between her legs move to cover up her ass as best it can.

"You gotta relax!" Niki says with a jovial grin.

Eva rubs her butt. "Hey! W-Watch where you're smacking."

"Is there someplace else you'd rather me smack? Take a deep breath. You're as red as your dress. Well, what's left of it."

Coming down from above flutters the beautiful butterfly Delphi. Despite her size, she is quite the striking winged punk dominatrix, though she rarely ever diversifies her garments. That has changed. While she still has pitch dark hair that flows long down her side, she's no longer garbed in a black dress. Her outfit is still dark, though moreso violet and a bit more like you'd expect a fairy to wear--albeit a rather erotic one, perhaps one from an anime or anyone's devious fantasies. It consists of a tiny bikini top that flares up over her breasts like feathers, as well as skimpy bottoms to match, though it's all bound together by decorative jagged lines which sheen like metal, which matches a pair of bracelets and heels. It's like her sexy physique has been decorated with elvish jewellery, or something of the like. While you're very used to seeing her dress as she normally does, there's something rather fitting about this.

With fluid movement of her wrists forward, glowing bands of purple energy rope their way down and around the remote control in your hands, and like a certain spider-themed superhero, she slings it up easily into her grasp While it may be effectively the same size of her body, she uses her conjured bands to hold it just beneath her grasp, and she licks her lips as she assesses it eagerly.

Meanwhile, Eva looks up at her with widened eyes. Her heart races. She knows that while you were being naughty, the person who now holds her controller is likely to be much worse, and to accelerate things alarmingly fast. No remorse is shown in the pixie's eyes.

In an instant, she begins cranking both dials back and forth, over and over, while Eva's dress lowers down from her neck past her tits, and up her legs to the same remaining strip of fabric that binds around her ribs.

She rapidly goes from fully covered to basically nude, and all the bunny can do is switch between concealing her ass, her titties, and her pussy, as if someone is grabbing her dress and forcibly pulling it up, yet there's no arm to grab in order to stop the attack. It's like she's being stripped by a ghost! Briefly she reaches up a hand in desperation towards the pixie, screaming, "M-Mercy! Mercy!" but is **** to retreat said hand to cover up the goods. Her face is flushed red, her legs quiver in excitement, and her nostrils flare with deep breaths in, and heavy panting back out.

Your hand is free, and you swiftly make use of that. You take a firm hold of Nyllia's cheek as you move in for another kiss, while your other hand caresses down her physique before stopping at her hip. After you slowly pull your lips away, however, you feel a tug on your sleeve.

You turn to see Amara, and she's completely flustered. It doesn't seem as if anything had yet been done to her, yet she blushes as if she's already been long since worked up. You realize, both with Kitty Sense and common sense, that of course she has. She's been healing so much, especially after the great battle with Elok Daven, so much so that you even feel a tingle through your body empathetically from her body absolutely burning. She's hidden it well so far, but now she tugs on her choker and looks at you like someone who hasn't eaten a proper meal in weeks, and is starving for something to satiate her.

Nyllia notices this. She smiles, and she gently turns your face towards her with one finger. "... I think I can wait," she says. "Please tend to your cleric, Hero King. I will be here. Do not worry about that. In fact, I will not allow you to leave this room without returning first to me."

"Amara," you say softly, slowly freeing Nyllia from your grasp. "You don't usually--"

"I am sorry, Kyle, but I cannot wait any longer," Amara whispers. Her eyes are pleading. Her breaths quiver in anticipation. "P-Please."

When you lay your hand upon her cheek instead, she moans quietly in surprise, despite the movement being so obvious. It seems she's sensitive, emotionally as well as physically, as she's surrendered herself entirely to the promise of your love. As you caress back through her hair, you step closer, and bring a hand to her lower back to nudge her into an embrace. She pushes up against you, moaning quietly at the touch of your rock hard erection against the part of her body which burns the hottest. Then, you tilt her face up and in an instant her mouth is prepared. Her delicate, pink lips pucker in impatience for a kiss. It's a simple expression of love, but it's something she values greatly. As soon as she can feel the warmth of your breath, she whimpers and nearly melts in your grip, and when you finally kiss, she lets out an audible moan as she falls completely into your arms. There you simply enjoy the heat if each other's bodies, with a kiss not even yet with tongue, and she grants you the most beautiful smile when you pull slightly back.

"I believe you will be needing this," comes a familiar voice. It sounds somewhat like Amara, though it's deeper, smoother, and more confident. Behind Amara is her mother Yaera, and she holds up a key she's somehow acquired, though she explains it rather quickly. "Your maid fetched this from your chambers, and I assured her I would deliver it on her behalf."

Amara squeezes you tighter as she turns her eyes to glance over her shoulder. "M-Mom! That is embarrassing."

"Oh worry not, sweetie. Did we not already share a rather intimate bath in the past? You should feel happy that I have so openly accepted your relationship. In fact, I encourage it. Please, Hero King Warren. I ask this if you. Take this key, and help my poor daughter relieve all that stress." She offers it towards you. "And is she not so beautiful in that dress?"?

"She's as beautiful as always, though with a body so fair, decorated in a gorgeous dress that matches her beauty," you respond as you take the key between your fingers.

Yaera smiles and giggles, and a her gaze shifts subtly in expression, though only for a moment--one of desire.

With Amara in your arms, you reach the key to the hole in the heart located in the center of the choker, and with a turn, you remove it entirely. You toss it to the side, deciding to care about where it ended up later on, as there's important work to be done. The moment your lips touch that neck of hers, she nearly falls to the ground, though your strength keeps her on two feet. She giggles and moans as you press your lips down her slender neck and to her collar bone, but it becomes obvious rather quickly that you're going to need to place her down somewhere safe, as there's no way she's going to remain standing much longer.