(Part 2)

Ei regretted everything. What she'd done with Russo that night left her shaken in the days to come, and she was left avoiding Russo as best she could after everything that it did to her. Shaken by just how intensely she'd succumbed to a moment of weakness--at least, that was what she was ready to call it--she felt like she couldn't be around him. That was difficult, given the need to talk to him for all the diplomatic purposes he had come to Inazuma to begin with. It left her frustrated and shaky, and trying her best to rely on Yae Miko and the Tri-Commission to do as much of the heavy lifting in negotiations as she could reasonably get away with. She was shaken to her core, worried that if left alone with him, she might do something again that she'd regret.

Mondstadt and Liyue sent envoys to Inazuma to negotiate with the foreign king as well; as her guest, she granted neutral ground for the Djaynai people to negotiate whatever terms they wanted with whoever they wanted to. There was a lot she felt the sudden scrutiny of around all of it, though, and she was ashamed of how hands-off she had become. All because of guilt.

Fortunately for her, Aether was not around still; if he was, she feared she might just break down if she had to look at him. Unfortunately for her, it meant that she was also stuck alone in bed at night.

Feelings of loneliness did nothing to help assuage the frustrations she felt in the grip of a deep night, alone and having to tend to her own libido with faint wonderings if she should head down to where he was staying and do something about her feelings. She wasn't proud of that, but it continued to prod at her thoughts and dominate her mind all night, leaving her frustratingly locked in a state where she didn't feel any less guilty about any of it.

The ugly truth was, she was horny. Needy. And she enjoyed it. Every time her mind fell back to that moment when she was in the throes of touching herself, when fantasies broke away from her wonderful husband and on to that dark skinned king, Ei felt herself awash in fond memory. Memory fonder than she perhaps ever had with the man she loved. The way Russo dominated her made her feel so sublimely at ease in his arms, and his touch was more focused on her than Aether's had ever been. He loved her and ravished her, and the thorough insistence of his love left her truly shaken, unsure of exactly what she was meant to do to overcome her own desires, but filled with such potent need that she didn't have it in her to care.

Ei needed to do something, and needed to do it fast. Maybe that was why in the aimless wandering around Tenshukaku she'd done all evening, she found herself near the guest rooms. It was fated. All of the things Russo inspired in her came to a head here. She would not be submitting to weakness again, not letting his touch thrill her. No, as she strode down the hall, Ei had every intention of being strong. A married woman confident and firm in what she was doing. A leader. A God. Not someone who could be overwhelmed by the will of a mere man, a king as he may have been. She would hold strong, demand he respect her boundaries, promise to never seduce her again, and carry on professionally through the remainder of his time here. She had to reassert herself. It was the only thing that now mattered, the only way that Ei might come to understand find relief in all of the insanity that now threatened to be her undoing. She would not be unraveled by her own weakness like that.

The words played over in her head. The righteous speech of a woman ready to stand her ground fiercely. The certain and articulate desires of someone how knew precisely what she wanted to do and how she would tell him to pull back from whatever attraction he had for her. To boldly enforce

this with a willingness even to proclaim that trade with Inazuma hinged upon him being proper and professional with her. She was ready for it. She had to be. There was a hopeless something to be found in the utter insanity of this situation, but she was firm in the belief that the only path to righteously standing up for herself lay within being able to push back against him. She would do it and she would not falter.

The final steps down the hallway became a quicker and more intense affair. She passed by servants without much thought for their presence, simply unable to worry about such matters as she strode in toward the room where the foreign king stayed. She had so much to say, and she placed incredible weight on what she wanted to say to him; surely, committing the words to her breath would not only free the tension inside of her, but also come down decisively on the side of resisting temptation. She would stand committed to the boundaries she demanded Russo respect, and in doing so, enshrine in stone her own fidelity. This was about so much more than Ei wanted to admit, but she remained steely in her resolve and ready to be firm in the face of everything, as she came up to the door and took a deep breath.

She was about to knock when a sound slipped from behind it. One she wasn't expecting, but which she should have probably planned for a contingency about. It was a moan. Her body clenched up tight, and curiosity filled her tightly. A woman was in his room. He couldn't keep himself away, could he? Her body shook, and she felt the trembling embarrassment of worry hit her, wondering what he was up to, which woman he was doing this to. Was it one of the servants? Something so monstrously inappropriate was to be punished, surely. She prepare herself for this while shivering through the utter shame of what hit her, an embarrassing realization that made her too curious not to at least peer in to see what was happening. To see what woman he had snared tonight in her absence.

Three. Three women. And she recognized all of them by name.

On their hands and knees together in Russo's bed, Miko, Yelan, and Eula were all ass-up and needily offering their holes to his massive, black cock, moaning with completely obsessive glee as he dominated them hard, fingers jammed into the holes of Eula and Yelan while he focused on pounding the pretty fox as hard as he could. Yae's moans were hopeless, electric and blissful as she shook through the sheer hunger creeping up on her body now. Miko's back dramatically arched with shivering glee and received the attention and the pressure in stride, allowing the deep slams to continue ravaging he, the slide into hotter pleasure and frustration through the madder bliss this granted.

"Three of you," groaned the king, proudly hammering forward. "It is a tall task, but fortunately, I am used to having three or even more beautiful, pale women in my bed on a given night. I will make sure you are all well looked after."

"Even your fingers are incredible," gasped Eula, whose back took the steepest arch in the shoving- out of her ass to receive the relentless attention claiming her. "Most men I've fucked don't have cocks as big as your--oh, how do you do it?" She whined through this sweeping hunger, wiggling her hips with a desperate craving for more. The pleasures were a surging, electrifying bliss that carried her only to crave these deeper joys.

Yelan moaned with burning approval, pressing aback to meet his hand. "I've heard about black foreigners, but never knew that those rumours could be true. This is more than torrid romance novel schlock." She wore a proud and delirious smile while she fell into these joys, a passion sweeping wilder across her, keeping up a pace and a pleasure truly beyond reason.

"I trust wholly in your ability. I have never met a man who I thought would tire me out before he was spent, but you... Oh, yes, more!" Miko threw her head back, hips slamming against the king's lap while she surrendered in a frenzy of pure need to the sheer hunger breaking now across her. she felt too wound up, horny and hungry in ways she felt herself fully committed now to giving in to. All of these beautifully surging pleasures left her in a state of need so profound and dizzy that she didn't know how to slow down and accept it with any kind of reasonable pace. She was just taking his cock, moaning louder.

Ei watched all of it happen with her thighs clamping down together and her heart in her stomach. Seeing that he had one woman from each of the nations he negotiated with left hr astounded by his charm and his shamelessness in equal measure. Earlier today, all three of these women had sought to establish trade deals on behalf of their leaders, and now they were on all fours like moaning whores while he switched between their cunts. She watched him pull out of Miko, watched his glorious cock glisten in the candlelight, before he slammed it into Yelan's pussy and moved his fingers to tend to Miko's needs instead. He did so with seamless ease, like he had spent countless nights bedding multiple concubines, a claim many rulers would never have been able to sell, but everything about Russo exuded an air of dominant certainty, and it felt impossible to doubt him on his story.

The jealousy creeping up behind Ei frightened her. She didn't want to consider such things, but as she watched him fucking these women instead of her, it felt impossible to avoid the burning, shivering possibilities that she indeed throbbed with envy. Russo's glorious cock brought all three of these women pleasure that could have come to her in the depths of loneliness and an empty bed. The man she loved was off adventuring, and here was Russo, enjoying an orgy with three powerful women fully surrendering to his cock. How was Ei supposed to reconcile all the thoughts about her own faithfulness toward Aether with the sight of a king taking three women to bed at once and being in his element?

It was something Aether could certainly never live up to.

Pulling out of Yelan and stuffing into Eula, he pounded the pale, bottom heavy woman with deep slams that had her breaking down into babbling moans. Eula wasn't steady enough to contain herself or act like she had the focus needed to resist these temptations, collapsing under the sweet tension and temptation that swept across her. She knew it to be too much, knew herself to be weakly hooked already on his cock, and her moans showed off just how needy she was. The ready, hopeless satisfaction ripped right through her. Her body trembled with satisfaction for all the molten attention he laid upon her, and all of the sweetening surges of greed that kept her wanting more.

All three women begged for his cum, moaning out hopelessly amid the sweet indulgence and intoxicating fever of being fucked senseless. They were hooked on his cock, the night but all three women already hopelessly addicted to his BBC, and unbound by men in their lives who could have anchored them to guilt, unlike Ei. Tipsy and seduced and hopelessly ready to give in to these lusts, they felt themselves happily melting into obsession and chaos, embracing the sweet surrender of such absolute madness. Deranged lusts swept across bodies eager to give in to these pleasures, and to fully accept the surging bliss that kept them feeling better. Their moans were a dizzy, throbbing mess of overlapping delights and dizzy urgency, pleasures drowning out their thoughts as they fell victim to their own throbbing desperation and allowing the insane bliss to rip across them now.

Russo finally did so deep inside of Miko, shoving every inch of his big, black cock into the fox's hole and making her shriek in mad delight as he flooded her womb with cum. The hot, gooey unloading of every drop of his cum filled her to the brim, made her holler out with hazy, aimless, reckless delight. Joy beyond all comprehension surged across Miko, made her shriek out for the throbbing satisfaction and delight. The overwhelming, gleeful hunger swept without care now across Miko, erratic noises of madness and obsession ringing out with pure glee and noise. "Breed me!" she howled with an enthusiasm like she hadn't known in the bedroom for the entirety of her long life. She was hopeless, needy, awash in pleasures and hungers so potent and desperate that it stopped feeling right. Miko trembled in the face of utter insanity, desperate and shaky, plunged into deep urgency and need that left her completely overwhelmed.

At her sides, Eula and Yelan both howled out in joy too, cumming on his fingers and melting into a sweet burst of adoration and passion, clutching at the sheets in a fit of pure ecstasy, overwhelmed by the potent madness and joy of so completely falling victim to their own lusts. There was so much to appreciate in giving up like this, embracing their smouldering obsession and allowing the pleasure to take them to the limit of reason and dignity now. Even his fingers could blow their minds with overbearing lust, leaving them to shiver and twitch and whine in the aftermath of such incredible indulgence.

Trays sat with tea and palm wine and chocolate on the side of the bed, and after pulling out of Miko, he reached for some of her tea. "Thank you for bringing this. I'm developing a taste of this tea." He filled his mouth with the tea that Miko sent for, then pulled the fox in and pulled her in for a kiss, sharing the tea with her. Miko moaned in the joy of this kiss, fawning over him and his strong body with her ready hands. The warmth shivered upon her, and she accepted the tea and his kisses dropping down onto her back, staring starry-eyed up at the dark skinned king.

"I'll be back for you," he promised.

"Take your time," sighed Miko, who felt in need of a break, but still so electric in the aftermath of this attention that her body writhed through these sweet adorations, the fawning joy that left her rubbing herself all over while he took the two sweaty foreigners along with him out to the window. Eula and Yelan went happily, led by the hand along the room, legs trembling as he opened wide the large windows and leaned both of them over the edge of it, forcing their upper bodies out, breasts dangling and swaying free as they were loomed over the side. There were still people milling about outside, and both women stared down in a panic, eyes wide, one hand to grip the window frame and the other clasping over their mouths to silence themselves.

"You should scream out how you feel into the night," taunted Russo before he slammed his cock into Eula from behind, grabbing each woman by one of their round hips for stability while pounding shamelessly on into them both now. "Let them all know. What's the shame in it?" He teased at them both, groping Yelan's ass while he pounded into Eula. The two bottom-heavy women were a treat for his eyes, with Eula's round ass bouncing and shaking from the force of his insistent thrusts, the potent and senseless pleasure insistent and chaotic. The compelling slide into this wild pleasure came on sloppier and fiercer, with his renewed focus and intensity helped by the rooting of his feet onto the solid floor, and by the windowsill they leaned over providing something to hold them in place for his wild thrusts rather than getting shoved forward.

The thrill of having her pussy stuffed with black cock had Eula in a fit of pure joy, her struggles to keep quiet feeling like a surging mess of utter fever. She was a dizzy mess, overwhelmed by pleasures insistent and feverish, tempting her into feelings she felt like she needed to surrender to. It

was so much to give in to, bringing on pleasures deeper and wilder. Throbbing, messy lust kept her a sloppy wreck, and as he pinned her lower body pinned to the wall and the window frame, she felt ripe for the using, powerlessly succumbing to the unreal joy of being held in place and used so intensely. Sublime ecstasy proved utterly maddening, and all she had to do was give herself now to these sweet delights.

"I need this," she whined, her body shuddering through the pure surge of sweeping insanity guiding her down. "She tried to silence herself, but the struggle was simply too much. "Keep fucking me. I've never felt so good in my life." Her body trembled through the sweet wrongness of giving in, a satisfaction senseless and depraved, guiding her into pleasure that she needed to give in to fully, deeper pleasure inviting her to lose control. Irresistible desire showed off to her this singular need, and she felt herself right where she needed to be in receiving it, eager to accept the pleasures throbbing across her now with truly mad delight. His cock pounded into her so deep, hitting parts of her no other man had reached before, and in that pleasure came the most and electric of joys, a satisfaction she absolutely had to let rule her.

Yelan was just as tight and just as hopeless. "Fuck me!" she wailed out into the cold night, unable to keep herself together. Her moans thankfully didn't draw any attention by some miracle, leaving her in a place of hazy surrender and submission too steep for sense, but loving every fucking second of what it offered her now. The sweet delight of being fucked into with such speed left her craving more, burning with a shivering need for more, the throbbing lust and satisfaction that kept her lost in a state of utter obsession. She felt herself ready to give in to the pure wrongness of spectacle and delight.

The pure madness of being fucked this hard left her shivering under the weight and heat of a lust too intense now to be able to contain herself. "It's so good. So good." quieter now, she shoved a hand back onto her mouth to try and stifle the sounds burning out of her.

Ei was awestruck by the utter debauchery of this writhing orgy, by the way Russo switched between holes like some kind of harem king and reveled in the pleasures this granted him. It was all so much to behold, madness in its strangest form and an invitation into utter wrongness that kept her head spinning. She was fascinated, the burning frustration guiding her to fall into these madder excitements, a throbbing worry keeping her delving into all of the most deranged of needs now. It wasn't right, wasn't sane, but she watched with a burning curiosity, some dark par of her wanting to be involved too, jealousy wishing he was fucking her. That she was one of four women whose cunts he lay utter claim to. Her head spun harder, a delirious sway of pure wrongness inviting her to lose all sense of control. But she held back, looming on the doorway in shuddering frustration, a burning chaos keeping her in a place more deranged and confused by the second.

Miko shifted around to watch this play out, moaning through the sweetening hunger, begging for the utter excitement behind all these wilder lusts, a joyful throb keeping her losing focus, uncontrollable and wicked under these pleasures, a desire and a heat she was eager to really let take her. This was so good, so intense, and the exhausting bliss kept her in a state of wilder hunger. It was too good, sweeping ecstasy pushing her with indulgent bliss, heated and wicked and pushing her into a feeling of deeper need. Rubbing her dripping, creampied cunt, she watched hungrily, moaning out in hunger and the throbbing, surging heat. "Fuck them harder. Turn them into your sluts. Make them proud to surrender, then come back and fuck me dumb again."

"Wait your turn," moaned Eula, which earned her a smack across her big ass and a shove of his cock back into her pussy. Her body writhed through an other spike of wild glee, the bliss and the desire of having to give up completely, the throbbing certainty of desire and heat she felt like she had to give in to. "Oh, fuck! Yes. This big, black cock is--I'm never going to be able to return to Mondstadt and look

at the men there the same way again." The weakness of her own desires left her happy for more, left her throbbing with a need and a certainty she couldn't possibly resist. She just craved it so badly, giving in to stormier hunger and excitement, embracing her own hungers and the need that kept her falling deeper. She didn't feel anything but throbbing, wanton pride at how far she was falling, how ready she felt now to give herself in to these throbbing excitements, and the desires compelled her to give in deeper to this wicked attention.

"I'm not going to leave any woman unhappy," promised Russo, working hard at drilling into Eula, giving her a nice, hard thrashing before guiding his cock back into Yelan, focusing on overwhelming both women with all of his most forceful of attentions, pleasure grand and wicked as he sought these satisfactions in full. Tireless hunger compelled him along, the forceful delight keeping him in a place of stronger desire. Dripping with confidence and throwing himself deeper still into all of these wicked hungers, he pushed on with an untameable glee, with a need to keep giving himself in to this.

Back and forth he moved, fucking Yelan and Eula back and forth, keeping them both overwhelmed with the decadent glee and the throbbing passion of pleasures all imposing upon them the purest of hungers, the pleasure and the chaos of a deeper madness, chaotic sweeps of pure hunger and delight keeping up these madder attentions. The pull here was all so intense, so demanding and potent in the face of growing insanity, an erratic surge of chaos desperate and demanding enough to plunge both women into constant moans. They struggled not only to keep themselves quiet, but to even care about keeping themselves quiet. The burst of sloppy, searing excitement left them feeling so good that it felt impossible to contain; the desire within them to let out hollers of sweet ecstasy left them in a fit of pure greed, overwhelmed by possibilities and desires demanding enough for them to want to truly lose themselves. This felt incredible, a too-good surge of pleasures manic and demanding.

Russo came in Yelan first, smacking her ass and making her howl out again into the night, before he switched over and rammed Eula, pounding her into oblivion and pumping her with a load, too. A show of dominance and stamina, of raw virility to keep firing off so much cum, as he filled both women and pushed her to a sweet bliss urging them both into noise and obsession. The pleasure was reckless, the sweeter heat and bliss to want to keep giving in, exploring now the depths of their own desire, obsessive and frustrated with no clear idea of how to pull herself out of this. He made sure both of them were needy, slumped over the windowsill with weak, trembling legs. They were spent, utterly lost to the burn of overwhelming bliss and hunger upon them, and still, Russo wasn't done.

He dragged both women off of the windowsill and pulled them over to the bed again. Cum dripped down their thighs and they shook with an unreal urgency leaving them completely fuck-addled, lost to the urging hungers keeping them needing more. He was where he needed to be though, craving only the enduring satisfaction of needing even more, stepping forward with a hungry gaze and his eyes setting on Miko with her legs spread and her fingers in her cunt. The perfect sight for him to pounce on, and to drag these two back in to.

"Let me ride you," gasped Miko, jerking up to life and grabbing his shoulders, guiding him onto his back. "You work so hard, my king. Allow me to soothe you."

Her closest friend calling this foreigner her 'king' was not the worst thing about all of this to Ei. She watched with smouldering panic at the shift into a new position, at the ways that all three women remained focused with obsessive joy around centering themselves on him. No, it was that she wasn't here. Miko's ravenous enjoyment and her throbbing sexual need provoked a lot of strange excitements and wants that all swirled around amid these shaky thoughts. Ei's cunt was drenched

from the mere sight alone, trembling through the weirdness and the passion of so completely losing her focus to these desires. It felt too good, like she was being pulled now into the drowning insanity of realization. Realization of her own needs, of hungers and desires that taught her to give in to the storm of pure hunger now.

Miko sat herself down in Russo's lap and proudly impaled herself on the king's massive cock. Her hands settled onto his chest for stability, and the wild up and down of her body began in throbbing earnest, heaving and hammering about with single-minded desperation, a mad and obsessive slide now into surrender that felt too good to possibly contain. "I could ride this cock all night!" she gasped, her head rolling back and her hips moving with sweet, sultry motions, bouncing atop him with the intention of putting on a show. Perky breasts bounced readily in front of him, and she loomed over him with the brilliant sweet of a joy and a fire she was happy to really give herself in to. Electric urgency tore across her with unreal pleasure, and the pleasure tearing her apart became simply too much to imagine containing. She wanted this so fucking bald, awash in the hungers and the desires that kept her utterly confounded.

Watching Miko bounce so hard drove Ei up the wall. She felt overwhelmed, truly lost to the burning frustration and pleasure of this whole mess. The jiggle of her breasts, the confident roll of her hips, the utterly intoxicating urgency that kept her moving and indulging. The pleasure before her looked so enticing, with Miko's body in wild motion and Russo slamming up into her, his hands all over her body in fawning excitement. Hanging off of him, Yelan and Eula came out amid the intoxicating presence of just being near the king after he'd pumped them full of cum. They were beholden to him, deep under his sway and reveling in the pleasure it offered them, under pleasures mad and senseless enough for them to lose all semblance of restraint now. Ei could not believe the throbbing, compelling worries pulling her in, but they felt so intense and so wicked that she didn't have much choice.

An almost magnetic pull drew her in, the hard gravity of Russo's looks and libido and sheer control doing more to draw the Archon closer. She didn't feel the least bit proud of her own demise, but every step she took was a closer stride toward accepting the mess she was in and the hungry mess she would have to untangle if she wanted to act. Miko's riding atop his cock was infuriatingly not enough. She felt the desperate twist and throb of temptations guide her to crave something more, to want to act and push forward and do something about all of this. She felt like she had no choice, the burning hunger and confusion of deeper insanity now. She had to do something.

But she also really, really shouldn't have. If she asserted herself at all, she worried she might be stepping into something she couldn't pull back from. What if she fell victim to his seductions again? What if the mere sight of his cock up close drove her crazy? Ei was afraid of her own potential and hopelessly caught in between the possibilities that called to her, and she was a married woman.

Happily married, supposedly. Supposed to be.

She couldn't fall victim to another moment of weakness, but she also couldn't let this go on without her saying something. Acting firmly and harshly to find some sort of sense in the throes of this absolute madness. It was mania in its purest form and if she didn't do something to stop it, then she was going to regret all of it. She had to act. Had to speak. Had to be strong. Ei could still be strong, surely. She had it in her to be.

Barging forward, she threw open the door and strode into the room. "Is fucking women all you can do at night?" she asked, snapping with noisy disgust. "Has my hospitality not been enough for you, or is

this 'trade negotiation' talk an excuse for you to come to a foreign land and violate as many women as you can?" She spoke with remarkable outrage for someone who had spent a night cheating on her husband with him. "Yae! Get off of him, so that I can talk to him directly."

"Ei, I love you, but I will do no such thing," insisted Miko, shaking her head firmly, continuing to slam down onto his huge cock. "It's my turn, and I am not a patient woman right now." Biting her lip and indulging in in these sweet insanities, she tried to stand her ground. Eula and Yelan shirked away with flush cheeks, embarrassed to be caught by their host.

Thunder cracked outside, and Miko took the message, jumping off of his dick and scurrying over to the side, leaving the space between her and Russo to grow more electric and furious. Miko studied her friend better, realizing the that everything about Ei's posture spoke to the indecision inside of her. This was not the overbearing effort of a woman angry sex was happening, this was the burning mess of a woman trying hard to rationalize all the ways within her that she felt her resolve waver.

With a confident smile, Russo rose up to a seated position at the edge of the bed. "Upset I didn't invite you this time? Or upset that you pulled away from me when you were my first choice?" he asked, provoking gaps from Yelan and Eula as they pieced it all together.

"Don't you dare," Ei shot back. But her legs quivered, and the struggle to hold on to anything she felt that was even remotely strong felt less and less possible with each moment passing her by. Ei barely clung to her own standards now. "I am a happy married woman."

Russo reached for the trays and poured a fresh glass of palm wine, then into it some of the chocolate that sat in a small pot over a flickering candle. He wasn't done, though, bringing the glass lower and grasping his cock, staring at the beautiful Archon as he gave his cock some strokes and fired off a load into the glass, filling it with his cum. Miko let out a shaky whine as she realized the cum meant for a creampie of her pussy was spent into the glass instead, but she didn't object as the king swirled the three together. Cum, chocolate, and sweet wine all mixing in the glass as his gaze held to her.

"Happily married women do not do what we did on that night. I saw a woman whose life lacked passion. A woman who forgot what it felt like for a man to touch her like he cared about her." Rising up from the bed, he carried the glass of warmed wine toward her, smile growing. "I have had sex with many married women. None of them were happy; they gave themselves to me because they needed to fulfill something they were missing, even if they didn't realize it. If you were happy, you wouldn't feel so conflicted. And you wouldn't be parting your lips for this."

The wine glass tilted against her lips. Her nose picked up the aromas mingling together of bitter chocolate, sweet wine, and salty semen. Together, they blended into something incredible. Her eyes closed and her lips parted, and as he tilted the glass up, she began to drink. Her heart beat rapidly and her gulps were slow, careful, savouring the flavour of everything he fed her. The three disparate elements did not meld together into something, but instead became the unique contrast of separated components, and yet it felt like an incredible meal. A drink of something savoury and sweet and sexual, guiding her to understand at long last the emotions building inside of her, a compelling desire she felt ready to fully surrender to. She drank down more of it, the flavour hitting her with an intensity she couldn't fathom. Ei wanted to drink all of it, compelled with a mad hunger to the sweet wrongness of giving herself now to all of this. It was a sensory joy beyond treason, guiding her to let herself surrender and accepting the molten embrace of pleasures that became her everything.

Her legs quivered and she reached with a hand for his cock as she drank. Her strokes along it were idle, almost automatic, in the sweet surrender and submission inviting her to let go. This was

incredible, the unreal bliss sending her into a plunging joy she had no way of containing. It felt too good, like something that taught her how to fully melt for him. She couldn't help herself. The strokes along his cock were a dizzy and hopeless expression now of all the pleasures burning inside of her, and Ei was powerless against them.

The glass left her lips, and she stared in wide-eyed surrender toward him. Cum dripped from the corner of her lip, and the visible shakiness inspired with each breath showed off the pure urgency guiding her down. The uncertainty left her. Her conscience fell fully silent, and before the man she was fearful of giving in to, she found herself filled at last with courage. Courage to do what she wanted, not what she felt bound to do.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

Ei didn't want to tell him how she liked the drink. She wanted to tell him so much more. "You treat me better than my husband does. You show me love that he struggles to. You paw at my body like I'm a woman instead of a god to be feared, and I realize now that I don't want to be respected, I want to be loved. I want to be dominated and fucked, and used like the woman I am, because satisfaction comes from being treated that way. I want to be fucked with your massive, black cock, and I want to feel it fill me in ways that my husband never could, I want all thoughts of how he feels fucked out of me so that all I have left is the ecstasy of being yours. So take me. Do whatever you want to me, whenever you want to. I will not be ashamed or afraid anymore; I am your woman, wholly, and if I am only one woman of yours, then I will accept that, so long as you grab me and touch me like Aether couldn't, even if he were here and even if he cared to try."

A stupefied but overjoyed smile spread across Ei as she beheld the desperation her friend showed. She understood now, and she wasn't even surprised by it. It all simply stood to reason, the utterly fascinating insanity of pleasures crazed and deeper to make some sort of sense of now. Russo grabbed her clothes and ripped them off of her, exposing her ample, luscious body, and grabbing it. He touched her with ruthless intent, the intense and sloppy hunger pushing him forward, the pleasures he wanted to make the most of, imposing himself upon the harshness and insanity of truly letting go. There was no escaping the pleasures now, a drowning bliss ecstatic and forceful enough to send her plunging into pure insanity. She loved every second of it, lost fully now to satisfaction and obsession, unable to articulate anything reasonable or sane across the entirety of her trembling body.

Russo pulled Ei in close and dragged her onto his lap, her gorgeous body straddling him atop the mattress as she pulled herself into position and slammed down onto his cock. She moved without guilt or hesitation now, advancing with hungry delight across these passions. Feeling his cock slide into her now brought her an incredible hunger sweeping without sense, the pleasures keeping her moaning out in throbbing hunger, the drunken passion inviting her to want to really lose herself now. The pleasure carried her to the stranger passions, a pleasure she was eager to delve in there. It wasn't right, too senseless, too forceful, and she just had to keep chasing these throbbing indulgences. Ei moved with an erratic passion like nothing she could have imagined doing in front of friends, especially a friend as good as Miko.

Grabbing the plump, bouncing breasts, Miko didn't mind, though. "I've waited a long time to see you enjoy yourself this much," she moaned, leaning forward to suck on her gorgeous titties and surrender deeper still to these pleasure's. The idea of losing control kept her wanting more, the burning excitement keeping her opening up to deeper obsession. There felt like no restraint here, the pleasures compelled her to let go. Caressing her best friend's body, Miko encouraged her along, sucking on one of those big nipples and indulging in her gorgeous tits.

"I'm so weak," moaned Ei, but she no longer felt ashamed of it. "Weak against this big, black cock. I need it. I love it!" All thought of refusal left her instantly, the sweet bliss of giving herself in to the pleasures now.

"No, you're just taking what you want," groaned Russo, hands on her sleek hips to keep her riding his lap. "You deserve this." He was firm, insistent, and Ei melted into agreement. Her moans were a hazy burst of sweet adoration, the ecstatic urgency and passion of giving completely in now to pleasures and desires more desperate than she was able to process. The feelings of utter joy here carried her want to really lose herself, giving in to the satisfaction without much in the way of reason or control. It just felt too good, like she was at last opening up to the satisfaction she craved all along.

Every slam down onto Russo's cock made Ei feel incredible, encouraging her to lose control and embrace the unquenchable joy of giving in. She felt like she finally had the relief she craved, opening up to the urgency and confusion of pleasures decadent enough to guide her down now into these burning feelings. It was all so good, tempting her into pure ecstasy, leaving her ragged and unashamed. He was so big, and his hands were so intent on touching her with a potent combination of reverence and dominance. She tried her best to make sense of all of it, but the truth was that her slide into madness was inevitable, the pleasures all growing out of control and inviting her to fully melt into brilliant chaos. She loved every second of it, needing only to succumb and to let herself give in, taught so many things she stopped worrying about in the face of spectacle and hunger.

"My husband has never loved me like this, and I don't need him anymore! I don't need Aether!" Howling out in hopeless surrender, Ei emboldened herself in the plunge deeper into this passion, finding herself finally able to give in to the pleasures of giving in hotter, embracing deeper passion and fascinating need. The reaffirming of this grand ecstasy upon her brought her something that, this time, Ei wasn't going to run from. She couldn't. She could still taste the mixture of wine, cum, and chocolate on her tongue, and it exhilarated her, left her addicted to so many things about this mysterious foreign king and his big, dark cock, and his sweet treats from afar. She was lost in a deluge of sensory madness, and she didn't want to try and ignore it any longer. She finally had her thoughts where she needed them, and the surge of mad delight and satisfaction had her ready to embrace the desires she had for too long been without.

Eula and Yelan leaned in with encouraging remarks, kissing her and fondling her, fondling him. Welcoming her into this orgy. They were stunned by all of it, but they felt ready to guide her along with the grateful and precise joy of touches meant only to invite Ei to find relief in their hands. It was a welcome treat, an overbearing reminder of how steadily she was being treated now to these loves and attentions, to the doting passion of something meant to help treat her. Ei gave into it, grabbing at their bodies, feeling up her guests, pulling Miko into kisses. The carnal urgency carried her to lose herself to all of it, unable to comprehend how she could have wanted to do anything else. It just felt so sublime, breaking across her with a certainty that tore her thoughts to pieces and made her feel ready to fully accept her own desperation. This was a grand and beautiful burst of all the pleasures she could have asked for, a tremendous surge of want shuddering across her body, and she had no idea how to handle it now. She craved more of these mad delights, an insistent and insane burst of pleasures she felt powerless to resist. All she could do was accept the feelings, allowing herself to fall deeper victim to the temptation.

So she accepted it, seduced and overwhelmed, melting into attention with these other women without any shred of jealousy or uncertainty. Ei was ready to accept now everything that she'd been waiting for, and the surrender behind all of it brought her into a state of ecstasy more maddening and

unfocused than anything she'd' ever known. Brilliant bliss tore across her with single-minded insistence and a lesson she felt prepared to meet fully, allowing her thoughts to spill off into pure madness and allowing her cunt to beg down around Russo's cock now with single-minded intent.

"Cum in me," she pleaded. "Make me yours, and I will never look back!" Ei's wails of ecstasy were bold, certain, hopelessly drunk on the satisfaction of letting herself give up to this now. She needed it, and stopped caring about anything in her way, allowing pleasure to tear across her and embracing the satisfaction that became simply too much to contain. Unimaginable delights brought her to a new low of pure insanity, and the madness kept her needing only to lose control. She craved it all and accepted the idea of so fully giving up. It was a storm of obsession and desire, a beautiful rush of need teaching her finally to let loose and surrender.

Russo gave her everything she wanted, groaning and slamming upward, letting loose hot shots of gooey cum deep into her needy cunt, filling her womb like his drink filled her stomach. The mad, hungry persistence of losing control taught her so many incredible things, and Ei was happy to accept all of it, to give in with hopeless satisfaction to the overbearing glee of letting herself accept this mess now. It was too much, too good, too perfect for her to contain, and she let loose mad howls of want and passion while she embraced her desire. The hunger ripped across her with an unreal need to let go, and she felt overjoyed to be losing control like this, to be embracing the feelings of passion and aching need she was happier to take on. It was the most direct and senseless frontier of bliss she could have imagined, and she felt eager to just melt for these joys, to allow her hungers to consume her.

Aether couldn't make her feel this good, and as she embraced that reality and slumped down over him, she felt like she had been set free. Her hips continued to move, and she selfishly sought another round already with his cock, but as her friends groped her and supported her in taking what she wanted and 'moving on', she was met with emboldening encouragement rather than refusal and accusations of hogging his cock.

After all, there was enough of him to go around. The night would draw on without a care, all four women fucked stupid and ruined by this foreign king who left their bodies sweaty, creampied, and satisfied. Each of them had been seduced and conquered, and were left in the morning guiltlessly accepting that fact. Especially Ei, who was certain she would never feel shame over this again.