Dancer nodded, and...well, began her dance! The ethereal music began again, contributing to the surreal atmosphere, while the cavalcade of ethereal exalted women lavished their loving attentions on the deliriously pleasured dragonblood. They no longer needed to bounce the bronze-skinned woman on the King's cock-she was doing that herself, screaming and wailing as her tight cunny was fucked open by his huge club of a dick. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and forced him into a torrid kiss.<br/><br/>All the while, Carman danced around them, trailing a golden mist that enshrouded the two lovers, blocking out sound and light until the sparkling gold mist was all that existed, beyond the two people locked together, and the cum-stained throne beneath them. If Kitsuna had a coherent mind to think about it, she would realize that they other women really *had* disappeared, but the magic they embodied remained. Worming its way into her mind, a devotion to the King that placed him above all others, above Gens, above friends, above sworn brothers. When at last she felt his cum flooding her, she wept for joy and hugged him close, nuzzling his thick neck.