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She rarely had cause to use such items, but men and women alike seemed to give her all sorts of presents ribbed for her pleasure.

She was just glad to help Marilyn and enjoy the show’s final performance.

From the best seat in the house, she realized, as she hilted the dildo in the siren’s clutching cunt.

"No king’s touch upon my luscious hills shall rove / no jewel crown’d head shall know the kiss of this majestic cove / only the handmaiden and her lovely sword!"

Ava moved her hips in time to the music, hilting with every stroke and drawing out almost the full length of the phallus.

Her peachy bottom flexed and her breasts heaved within the straps of the harness.

Beneath her, the siren rocked and moaned, her cries of pleasure invested into the passion of her song.

Her breasts bounced in time to Ava’s thrusts. Her long legs wrapped Ava and her ankles crossed behind the elf’s back.

"Not... not fair," whimpered Iago. He could not look away from the beautiful sight of the elf – a mere chorus girl – having her way with the star of the show.

Marilyn crooned with a pleasure Iago had never heard before.

Each gasp and moan making the song more breathless on her lips.

Ava leaned down, breast-to-breast, kissing Marilyn between each stanza. Their lips parted and their tongues met. Panting mouth-to-mouth. The siren’s hips rose to meet each thrust.

Iago could not resist the sight of their lovemaking. So intense and yet so elegant.

A dance of beauty and sapphic love. The song reached its peak, the crowd howling with lust as Marilyn arched atop the rock. Her body tensed and her orgasmic pleasure radiated through her words.

Even Ava was momentarily caught by the sound.

She began to cum, rocking her body against the base of the dildo and kissing the neck of the lovely siren.

The song was pure ecstasy distilled into music and it drove every man and woman in the theater over the edge.

Men jerked their hips and filled their undershorts with hot spurts of cum. Women crossed their legs or rubbed beneath their skirts, suddenly reached a peak they had likely never quite reached before.

No orgasm was more intense nor more dramatic than Iago’s.

Whimpering and shaking from head-to-toe, he thrust against his fingers and launched long ropes of his seed upon the stage.

Those recovering from their climax in the front rows laughed uproariously to see the cuckolded king somehow still spurting out his seed.

It dribbled over his fingers and puddled upon the floor.

Worse, for Iago anyway, the spell of his past performances had been broken.

The royal guards surged down the aisles in a stream of steel.

Shoving their way through the orchestra, they mounted the stage as Ava slowly withdrew the dildo from the softness of Marilyn’s cunt.

Ava helped up her new friend and they stood together and watched as the royal guards surrounded Iago.

"Please, no," he moaned, still stroking frantically and dripping out cum. "I can’t... can’t stop."

"Arrest this man for indecency and treason against the crown!" shouted the commander of the guard. "This pretender will rot in our dungeon until the king decides what shall be done with him. And you—"

The captain turned to Ava and Marilyn. The fury on his face softened and he twirled his mustache as he looked them up and down.

"You are free to go, my ladies," he said bowing slightly.

"You are too kind, milord," Marilyn said, sweeping her gown once more around her, her smile making the captain flush. "We shall. Coming, beloved?"

"Of course," Ava giggled, accepting Marilyn’s arm while Iago accepted clinking cuffs. "You still owe me an interview!"

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The soft sound of shifting paper was all that could be heard.

Karl Krass finished reading the article handed to him and laid it down. He leaned his head back, took the cigar from his mouth, and blew an acrid cloud into the air above him.

"Well?" Ava asked, fairly quivering where she sat with anticipation. "Is it good?"

"Good?" Karl laughed raucously. He banged his palm on the paper. "This is brilliant! I can see the headlines already! Playwright Crowned with Horns! Queen of Dawn Wields her Song! Exclusive! That’s important."

"Really? Is it front page worthy?" Ava gasped.

Karl’s eyes burned with excitement as he leafed through the pages again. "Front page? Hell! We might have to give it a spread. Front and back! Follow ups! Gossip! And it’s all true, right?" he said, wagging his cigar at her.

"Of course!" Ava chirped. "I always write the truth."

"Good, good. Harder to sell lies like these. People tend to object in legal terms, and you don’t want to meet the kind of lawyers employed in New Larrin. You think you’ve seen bloodsuckers? Ha! Carol!"

The door swung open, a woman with her hair in a bun and eyes hidden behind slanted glasses peeked in. "Sir?"

Karl waved the pages at her. "Get this down to the presses. Pronto! Morning edition’s just been changed."

"Will do, sir."

Ava beamed in her seat as the pages passed from hand to hand, the meeting ending with a whirl.

She was still smiling as she left the building, stepping out onto the street. The grey of the buildings were lit with the hazy glow of evening.

Ava breathed in, out, satisfaction glowing in her chest.

"Congratulations, madame reporter."

Ava turned and gasped in delight at the sight of who was waiting. Even buried in a fur coat, her face half hidden in the shadows of a hat, there was no mistaking the Queen of Dawn.

"Marilyn!" Ava cried, flinging herself into the other woman’s arms, an embrace returned more than willingly by the stunning songstress. "What are you doing here!"

"Came by to see you, Ava. And say goodbye."

Ava pulled back. "What? You’re leaving? Aw, but I was hoping to see your next show!"

Marilyn smiled, her head tilting, eyes wandering back. "I think I’ll be taking a break from show business for a while. Take some time for... myself..."

Ava peeked past Marilyn’s shoulder to spot a man not far, standing respectfully at a distance.

It took a moment to recognize the stagehand she’d seen in Marilyn’s dressing room. What a change a suit could make!

"I bet," Ava giggled. "Going on a trip?"

"The seas of the south are lovely this time of year. I think a cruise is in order," Marilyn said. She slid a pair of tinted glasses on.

"Aw, that’s a shame. You’ll miss out on tomorrow’s edition! It’s gonna have some great artwork of when Iago got caught, though they’re going to cover up the fact his pants were down. Something about sensitivity to public decency. Oooh! But I hear the alchemists have come up with this really neat thing where they can capture a picture of something right when it happens! I think they use silver or something with it."

"Curious. That might be fun to see," the siren said. "And Ava, dear. When I do go on tour again, I promise to send you some tickets."

Ava gasped. "You mean it!"

"And," Marilyn said, playfully reaching out and flicking the elf’s cap back a little, "of course, those will come with some... backstage passes."

The elf giggled. "Oooh, sounds fun!"

"I promise it will be," the Queen of Dawn said. She raised a hand in farewell, turned, and rejoined the man waiting not far.

He leaned down, kissing her, a press of the lips reciprocated with joy, and Ava sighed as the two linked hands and walked down the street.

She always did love happy endings.

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