While a decisive battle for the Blood Aristocracy's future played out, Celestia clung to Mithras' legs for dear life, in earnest trying to regain control of her convulsing body but flailing and failing at each attempt.
Mithras didn't intervene, counting Celestia's orgasms with his fingers so he could later send her the bill for all this free service.
The Human Aphrodisiac never takes an L.
"Stop…help…please!" In the meantime, the desperate Celestia sandwiched Mithras' leg between her supple milk jugs. Doing her best to get her princely uncle's attention. Sadly, Mithras wasn't very good at multitasking, and already focused on counting the money that Celestia owed him, he couldn't hear her pleas for help.
"…"
"Please…I can't…ahhh!"
"…"
