strangetrip | [GP] The De Rolo Wedding Reception

The calendar of "Kahl-ee-Fornea" was very different to that of Tal'Dorei. But the spring dance had been a good reminder for the Exandrians (one of them, anyway) that the Renewal Festival would take place more or less this time of year, landing always on the thirteenth day of Dulahei. It seemed a fitting time to set the 'small family dinner' in celebration of the marriage of Vex and Percy.

...Yeah, but no. Because Vax'ildan didn't mind a bit of revenge for their having done the thing without so much as telling him for several weeks, and because his sister always deserved the best of everything anyway, the garden had a whopping lot more than that for the happy couple as they opened the doors onto what first looked like pitch blackness. Until the big, white-hot spotlight snapped abruptly on to glare down on top of the pair with blinding scrutiny.

A familiar voice sang out from beyond, his ever-charming booming and crooning amplified to fill the whole of the outdoors by something called a 'microphone,' Scanlan using all his singular panache to belt out a melodic tune:

"There she is, Mrs. De Rolo
There she is, your ideal
The dreams of a million boys and girls who want to find love in Emon City
For Vex may turn out to more than Baroness of the first house of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Hunt
There he is, Mr. De Rolo
There he is, your ideal
With so much brooding and tinkering he took the town by storm
With his all-Whitestone face and form
And there they are
Walking on air, he is
Fairest of the fair, she is
There they are - Mr. and Mrs. De Rolooooooooooo~"

A resounding wave of applause, murmuring, cheers, and laughter broke out all around the newlyweds - one such unbridled merry cackle absolutely coming from the bride's brother - and Scanlan's tone changed immediately to a much more vibrant, excited, sporting-event-enthusiasm style of announcement: "Ladies and Gentlemen - it's the DE ROLO FAMILY!"

The strands of bulb lighting popped into yellow-soft brightness all at once, revealing the guests gathered around dozens of tables artfully set with dinner places enough for everyone at the Inn. Each table included flowers, linens, and garlands all matched in smart Whitestone-Blue, darker Owlbear-Blue, black and white with touches of gold accents, all thanks to Caroline's management. The outdoor area so far as one could see had been dressed in one of Lillith's illusions to mimic a beautiful forest clearing at purple-dusk with fireflies dancing, the shapes of buildings and foothills in the distance distinctly cast to look like the city and castle of Whitestone. Ignis and Emma stood by putting a few final touches on what they'd all started calling 'fancy barbecue,' an enormous buffet of haute cuisine smoked and grilled meats with artful sides, a table beside them holding up the massive layer cake Pike had tirelessly fussed into perfection. So many others had come together to help or to wish the de Rolos well - but there would be plenty of time over the evening for them to be thanked and recognized with food, drink, song - there was even an area marked out as a dance floor.

A freshly bathed Trinket in his very own bowtie lumbered up to Vex'ahlia to rumble and lick her face as the pair finally had a moment to react to the spectacle. At ground-level, a small disc-like device with a large serving spoon taped to it had been labeled with marker as Ensign Stubby, rolling its way between tables and chairs while balancing a large, many-times-stabbed basket of flower petals (with a handful left nestled in its giant spoon) on top of its flat surface like a drunken flower girl to finally bump into Vex and Percy's shoes. ...And possibly the best thing about their stunning surprise? That Peter boy had got the whole thing on VHS.

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There was nothing chaste about the way they kissed. Regina tasted amazing and when their lips sealed, Bo's entire body pressed up against the woman, wanting, needing to have full bod contact. The party slipped away and it was just her and Regina and the desire to get extremely naked with her.

It wasn't jealousy that primed Sam's attention to the kiss. Or not mostly jealousy. He didn't share well, that was true, but they had agreements and women were fine. Hot, too, but that was a different problem for a different day.

What primed his attention was who she was kissing. Regina certainly didn't seem to object, and he knew she'd been with Molls the once, but as far as Sam knew, that was not an open relationship and what he knew of Dyson said the other man wasn't likely to be any better at sharing than he was.

There was nothing subtle about the way he walked over to Dyson and even less subtle about the way he jerked his chin toward the kiss that showed no sign of stopping, and was showing bad signs of leaking into the people still around. "Am I right in thinking a sorceress and a succubus making out in a room full of people who've been drinking is a Very Bad Idea?"

"All the computes I can think of have unpleasant endings." Dyson agreed, not quite sure how he felt as he watched them. He didn't like it certainly, but it was also incredibly hot.

"The question is how to separate them without getting chi sucked or fire balled."

"On the upside, I just saw Pike and Kashaw both." So any fireballs or chi-sucking wouldn't have fatal results. On the downside, getting hit with a flamethrower really hurt.

"On the--" Other. "Downside, my mother is still here somewhere." And New Guy wasn't charming enough to distract her (which he also would rather not think about, thanks) if Regina fireballed her baby boy. Or, oh God, she started kissing New Guy.

"Maybe I distract Bo and you grab Regina?"

One didn't 'grab' Regina, but he didn't quibble with the plan since it was a sensible one. He also didn't comment on Sam's mother being witness to whatever might happen, though kissing another woman in front of said mother probably would embarrass Bo when she was sober so he took a step toward them.

"You distract, I'll.. do something and get her highness out of here."

Mind noting the subtle alteration of the plan, mostly because it was a word substitution and Sam liked words, he quirked half a smile at Dyson. And after offering the nearly obligatory, "Here goes nothing," he stalked off toward the 'stage' area, gaze never leaving Bo.

There was only, really, one way to do this, so he gave himself up to the inevitable when he got to her, kissed the nape of Bo's neck and turned the two...three...of them so all Dyson had to do was walk around behind them to 'do something' to her highness. Hopefully, Sam's hands running up Bo's hips and snugging them back against his dick would be enough distraction.

Bo didn't have to look to see who was behind her - she could always feel where Sam was in a room - and when he closed the distance and rubbed up against here, there was a moment where Bo's mouth left Regina's in inhale sharply which was followed by a soft, wanton moan. And for that brief moment, Bo was most definitely distracted.

Regina had gotten lost in the kisses, but the instant Bo's mouth left hers, she knew Dyson's presence. While Bo's pheromones exerted an almost inexorable pull, she took a step away from the woman and sought the warmth of her mate at her back.

Even as she did it, Bo's blazing blue eyes pulled at her. She reached toward her, but still bared the back of her neck for Dyson, dropping her head in instinctive (and extremely unusual) submission.

Dyson took ruthless advantage of the movement toward him and the way she bent her head to nuzzle the nape of her neck and wrap his arms around her before turning them both away from the pull he knew Bo could exert.

"Time for bed highness."

Sam watched Dyson over Bo's shoulder, carefully timing his own grind, tug and spin to pull Bo away at the same time as Dyson drew Regina into his arms. "Come on, Bo-Bo, time to take this somewhere you can get naked."

Because honestly, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell Bo was sleeping without being fucked up, down and sideways.

There was a moment when Dyson came and took Regina - just a split second since Sam had timed the movement perfectly- where Bo felt the overwhelming need to reach out and fight to keep Regina closer. Like Regina was hers. But the split second ended quickly when Sam turned her around. The new direction and the use of 'Bo-Bo' - Kenzie's affectionate name for her was enough to keep her mind off of Regina.

She pressed back in against Sam, feeling his hard body against her own. "Think Molly will want to play?" Because Bo was feeling greedy.

"Not tonight, Bo-Bo. You've had enough girl-time," Sam growled at her and bit hard on her neck and shoulder as he steered her toward the exit. "Time to remember you have a boyfriend who has uses for all of your holes."

It was unusually vocal and aggressive, and if she asked him later he'd blame her pheromones, but he was pretty sure that it was all him.

--

"My thoughts exactly, wolf," Regina murmured, spell broken as soon as her gaze disconnected from Bo's. And to make sure it stayed that way, she reached behind her to put one hand in Dyson's back-pocket (which did very nice things for the arch of her spine, the height of her breasts, and the very clear offer she was making of anything you want, my love), and used the other to flip, twist, and teleport them away.

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