Three-Part Harmony

“Oh, sweet Harmony,” you murmur, “I could never refuse anything you would offer – and I imagine that fair Caroline feels the same.”

“Oh, I do!” Caroline readily asserts.

The cobalt songstress smiles delightedly. “I am delighted!” she declares. And reaching into her space-suitcase once more, she shows you that she is the sort of prudent traveler who not only carries a zathwop bladearm in case of emergencies, but also a full set of Hawtarian Sex Aides.

“What do you fancy, ladies?” she asks, spreading the toys out upon a space-coffee table of spun space-glass.

The Silver Marauder peruses the selection, her sweet lips rounded in a lovely O of pleasure, and selects a rubyonium-red Royal Reverberation Rod. “I believe this is an appropriate choice!” she jests, making reference, no doubt, to your Imperial family.

“Ooh, that one’s fun,” the blue diva enthuses. “Though I am always partial to a good Trytarian Tickler!”

For your own part, you select a soft, sea-orange MnophfcwerjhjA – a device you have read about many times in your space-bodice-ripper novels, but which you have never before actually beheld. However, its use is fortunately quite obvious, and you are certain that you will be able to wield it like a master.

“Good choice,” Harmony hums, removing her clothing.

And after that, there is no more speaking as the three of you divest yourselves of your assorted garments and sink to the floor, pleasuring each other repeatedly with a variety of vibrating, buzzing, humming and even jumping objects. As Harmony tenderly inserts the MnophfcwerjhjA into your orifices over and over with the rhythm of a Gleebelin quadruple-ocean, and Caroline licks your nipples while writhing atop the Trytarian Tickler you grip in your left hand, your right being busy exploring Harmony’s fabulous breasts, you climax with all the power of a thousand burning suns.

Afterwards, the three of you cuddle together, loose-limbed and languid, completely relaxed.

“O shit!” Caroline abruptly utters, sitting up. “We forgot about the mercenaries!”

Hurriedly, the three of you slip back into your clothing, and dash for the door, where you discover more than a dozen of Caroline’s traitorous former crew have invaded!

“You wretched wretches!” Caroline cries, wielding her zathwop bladearm with the fury of a woman who has been betrayed by those who owed her their loyalty and who has been given a chance to reward their perfidy by wielding a zathwop bladearm with fury.

Your skill at the ancient Riadorfan art of Boot Sway aids you now! Smashing the skull of two attackers with a perfect Galloping Hedgehog Hip Thrust you espy Harmony devastating your foes by aiming precise vocal attacks at their bellies, causing most of your enemies to fall to their knees with rather painful cramps, which puts them in a perfect position for Caroline to enthusiastically lop off several hanging heads at once!

But it is you who must finally save the day, facing off against the gigantic leader of the mercenaries! With the Kangaroo Stance coming back to you as vividly as it did on the day you won the All-Riadorf Imperial Event, you box his ears with such ferocity that not only his eardrums, but his brain bursts.

“Marry me!” Caroline pleads, nudging aside a severed head with her foot so that she might kneel.

“Marry me!” Harmony carols, demurely wiping her bloodstained hands on her dress.

Caroline looks at Harmony. Harmony looks at Caroline. “Marry us!” they cry in unison.

It appears you will not end this adventure without a wedding! But to whom?

1) The Silver Marauder is as fierce in battle as she is in the bedchamber! You marry Caroline.

2) The diva is as fabulous as any fan could fantasise! You marry Harmony.

3) As if you could ever favour one of these wonderful women over the other! You marry them both.

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