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  When those breasts moved, when the bodies conjoined, and when the memories flowed back into their heads, their pleasure also began. Nala watched Fox, not letting him move away, even kissing him and keeping him in place.

  Slowly, Esmeralda gained confidence, and she moved more and more wantonly, sometimes slower but more 'dedicated' for this or that angle.

  Nala’s hold around his neck and her torso on his while Esmeralda rode him didn’t help, causing him to grab onto the once familiar hips. Fox even felt Nala’s muffled moans, and watching the way Esmeralda’s elbows moved, she was definitely pleasing both.

  At some point, with Fox’s hands grabbing hard and causing extra whimpers from Esmeralda, she laid her torso and massive bosom on Nala’s back, only increasing the passion felt by everyone. At that point, while Fox was wondering what was this all about, and why would Nala let this happen, it had only just begun.

  Nala let Esmeralda ride and ride until she grew a little breathless, but not wanting to be left behind, she was persistent to be in the main dish still. She continued on her spot, through different poses, while letting Fox move and touch Nala, further adding to her pleasure.

  Nala wasn’t anywhere outside heterosexual, but this was happening. Furthermore, even with Nala’s disgusted expression or cold grunts, she still kissed or let Esmeralda pleasure her right after to the greatest ends.

  Fox wasn’t left behind, using all his expertise and knowledge of his woman to add to her pleasure. Only when Esmeralda was too sweaty and her thighs spasmed and her chest heaved too hard did they change roles, letting Nala become the main dish.

  But even then, Esmeralda didn’t want out, and after all those rounds, with her stamina almost gone, she let Fox get ‘too busy’ with something while intertwining fingers and kissing Nala. However, she couldn’t last there long. In simple terms, Fox had… ‘improved’ since they last shared any pillow.

  After Esmeralda grew too tired, and Nala started experimenting eating a woman however she wished, with Esme falling limp on the bed, Nala made Fox do Esmeralda even after losing consciousness.

  When it was night, and the kitten was cuddled between the two, Nala was strangely mindful of Esmeralda, who slept soundly and a little sore. Fox on the right and Nala on the left, they exchanged glances and said nothing to each other. It was not needed.

  Fox trusted Nala. Besides, with the manner of Roroa, Esmeralda Heartez, returning to ‘him’ after all this long, and out of nowhere, Nala had to have something to base her choice to do this.

  Nala trusted Fox. Whether it was bringing Roroa to his bed, or going all out and even experiment the joy of tasting a woman. She knew he wouldn’t become stupid, and that he’d understand.

  No questions were needed, only their eyes exchanging meanings. With one, final smooch, they slept with the… new addition between them. Esmeralda faced Fox when at night, but later on, during their sleep, she hugged Nala, cushioning her mountainous rack on the flatter chest….

  … In the morning, Fox embraced both beauties, sticking his front on Esmeralda’s comfortable table rear. Nala rested her cheeks between the fabulous buoyancy, with her eyelids fluttering a bit. She slowly opened her eyes, gazing at the face she bit, licked, and ate yesterday.

  Lifting her head to look past Esmeralda, she saw Fox already looking at her, with only Esmeralda deep in her sleep, but already recovered. It looked like Esmeralda really did have a great stamina. She was no special agent, yet there she was, barely sore.

  “…” - “…” They exchanged yet another glance, thinking of what all this meant. Seeing the meaning in the other’s eyes was helpful, however. They each trusted what they were doing.

  Afterwards, Fox moved his right hand, letting the back of his fingers trace Esmeralda’s side, falling on her breast before squeezing. Esmeralda bemoaned, but still not awake. Nala looked at him naturally before bringing her mouth to grapple something. Then, with the stimulation, the President’s princess was awoken.

  She smiled and wantonly kissed Nala before turning her head to do the same with Fox, leaving them slightly baffled. With her ravishing smile, Esmeralda faced the ceiling and bit her lower lip, humming as she softly traced her palms on their bodies.

  “Roroa,” Fox called out. Esmeralda squeezed Nala’s thigh just above her knee, making her eyelashes flutter yet more. She turned to Fox with her smiling face and corrected, “Roroa is my mother’s name. Esmeralda is my real name… call me Esme if you will it.”

  “… Alright, Esmeralda.” Fox corrected his wording. Esmeralda fully turned to him and looked up at his visage. She lifted her left hand to grab the flock of white hair in his black head. “This spread out more, huh? I never really saw it as a natural thing. But it does seem to be natural…”

  From behind her, Nala peeked her head above Esmeralda’s, looking down at the woman’s face. Fox looked at this, and then saw Esmeralda lightly peck Nala’s lips a few times, his body reacting. He breathed in, a bit difficult with Nala not only reciprocating with her natural face, but also kneading Esmeralda’s breasts. “Why would you do something like that?”

  “Like what?” Esmeralda rapidly said before engaging in deeper kissing, prolonged and without pausing. Nala stopped her, retracting her neck and showing a disgusted expression, before softening it and going back down to Esmeralda’s lips.

  “You’re the President’s daughter. Why would you ever get to do something like ‘Roroa’ did?” Fox said after failing to fight the urge, letting his body become ‘prepared’, but at least managing his body to stay put.

  “Oh, that? Well, I really, really wanted to. Besides, it was my choice to decide who would be my future… oh well, like that matters now.” Esmeralda smiled. Nala didn’t stop, pecking her rows of teeth. Esmeralda spoke quickly before hugging Nala’s neck.

  Fox rolled his eyes, his fingertips unknowingly exploring the womanliness of the creamy white skin, and rosy, too. “And why would you do this now, then?”

  “Why? Mmnf…” Esmeralda’s lower lip was bitten and dragged out before she passionately quickly kissed Nala, motioning to straddle Fox right after. Without delay, Nala went after his mouth, surprising him with mixed saliva entering through his lips. Meanwhile, Esmeralda grabbed and aimed, lowering her body before letting hers and Fox’s bodies eat each other. “I want to reconcile with you.”

  “What’s to reconcile about?” Fox voiced, opening a free space for his mouth to speak, but Nala went directly back at him. She was furtive and horrendously passionate. Fox couldn’t deny such proactiveness from Nala whenever it happened, let alone for hours since yesterday, and first thing in the morning now.

  “In case you became angered,” Esmeralda gasped between her words, her body motioning up and down along a sigh of relief. Fox had difficulty battling both beauties. Thankfully, with Emer’s art and his body’s so-called evolution, he had enough coal for this train.

  “About what!?” Fox exclaimed, somewhat bothered with the obvious ambiguity. He sent his hands to push her, but they ended in her hips before his began to make Esmeralda bawl in kittenish sounds, with pleasure.

  “What do you think?” Being somewhat prepared, Esmeralda lowered her body and rubbed her cheek on the side of Nala’s head. Nala looked at her, and while the profound black eyes were on her, Nala looked at Fox and tenderly caressed his cheek before smooching the left corner of his mouth. Esmeralda moved as well, taking his right corner. Slowly, they drew near to each other until it was a repeated 3-way kissing, and their morning had just begun.

  … 3 hours later. Fox stood a meter before his bed, with both Nala and Esmeralda dressing him up with a costly but equally fashionable suit. Today, they wanted… their man to become the best-looking he ever could. Nala was used to it, while Esmeralda was out of practice, and she didn’t do it a lot when it was ‘her time’ back at her mansion.

  After 20 minutes, they finished, each with their hands on his shoulders and their chins atop them.

  “…” Fox gave Esmeralda a look, who returned it with a good-humored expression. Then, he looked at Nala, “When are you both going to tell me why, and how?”

  “What do you think of it?” Nala didn’t respond. She looked up at him and asked, facing him without moving her head a millimeter. Fox looked at Nala and grasped her chin before shrugging his shoulders a bit, “I don’t know what to make of it. If you want me to try it… I would… like to, too. Is that fine for you?”

  Nala kept looking at him before stepping forwards until her chest stuck to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and softly put her chin on his collarbone. Her gray, light blue eyes collected, she kissed his shirt before warmly echoing with, “Men.”

  Fox tilted his head, helpless. It wasn’t that rare to attempt such relationships, but to do this with such circumstances was ambiguous, to say the least. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers, making her hum and close her eyes.

  From behind, Esmeralda hugged his waist, her eyelids low as she rested her head at the center of his back. “I know I’m meddling in now. It shouldn’t be my place to decide. That’s why I compromised to her. Can you respect Nala Loba’s decision, and let me in again? I promise you, Phesx, for nothing in the world and universe would I ever grow apart from you in any way.”

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  “Even death?” Fox calmly echoed, his head still low. Esmeralda whispered weakly, “Let’s cheat death together.”

  “…” Fox lifted his head a bit. Nala lifted her eyes with a jolt of her eyelids after 2 seconds, finally realizing the warm, cozy moment was being put on hold. They looked at each other, with Nala’s eyebrows creasing so delicately they made him feel worry.

  Putting her palm on Fox’s cheek, Nala went up and licked from below his chin to the bridge of his nose. Then, she looked at him, sincerely and straight, before letting go of his cheek.

  Fox thinly smiled from the left corner of his mouth before turning around. Esmeralda, who seemed almost dozing off to the sensation of lying on his body, relying on him, stood up with a jolt. Her golden blonde hair became a little messy on her forehead.

  Fox looked with downturned eyes and held her jaw with his soft palms. She looked up. A pair of profound black eyes met 7, with the notion of maybe forming 8 impenetrable black pools in his eyes. “They are just like I saw them from the first to the last time I enjoyed them. Mn.”

  “You’re not escaping me,” Fox stated out of nowhere. Esmeralda’s eye perked up, and they looked in attention, responding immediately, “Never again.”

  “You’ll listen to everything I say,” Fox drew his face nearer to Esmeralda. She nodded, fast and with small motions. “I already am. Nala knows this— anything you ask of me. I will be the bottomest bottom.”

  Fox smirked before rapidly erasing it. Esmeralda’s eyes dilated a bit because of that, and then came Fox’s following words, “And don’t you dare hide anything!”

  “I will never-” Esmeralda hardened her eyes and replied with strong emotions, but Fox suddenly smooched her forehead, leaving her stupider than stupid. Dumber than the dumbest.

  Fox parted his lip from her skin and looked at her, cupping her face and rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. “I was planning on searching for you, among a few others, after becoming the CSS. That won’t be necessary, as I see it.”

  Esmeralda held his forearms, delicately looking into his eyes, who curved in hurt sadness. Fox continued, their faces close to one another. “You are mine from now on.”

  “And Nala’s,” Esmeralda’s eyes were unfazed, but then she added those words. Fox blinked twice, helpless, before rolling his eyes a bit. “Yes, and my Nala’s.”

  “Fox, thank you.” Esmeralda kissed each of his fingertips, holding his wrists with utmost care, and closing her eyes. Her teeth nibbled the sides of his palms a bit before looking up at him, only for her face to become startled.

  Fox looked down at her like a hunter to prey. His polycoria eyes weren’t particularly kind, and his hands seemed to grow hotter. Directly, Fox pecked her lips and turned her around forcefully. She didn’t even feel stiff, easily turning and bending with one simple motion of his fingers on her back.

  Her upper body leaned forth and downwards a few angles; with her skirt which was from the nightie she put on to please Fox’s eyes and nose while dressing him, revealing her upper thighs naturally flashing with sunlight passed from the rooftop into the room.

  Fox lifted her skirt and grabbed her hips, when she quietly articulated as his face leaned onto her neck and ear. “I’m dry.”

  “…” Fox directed his polycoria eyes at her, a bit startled. Then, she startled him some more, “But if you give me a couple of minutes, encouraging me, I can get it wet for you. Just don’t be too fast the first few minutes, okay?”

  “…!” Needless to say, Fox was stupefied. He didn’t deny it, though, and commenced their ‘tragic’, passionate moment. Nala stepped beside Esmeralda, whose breasts were free and entangled with Fox’s hands. She looked at this, crossed her arms, lightly harrumphed, and then fully startled Fox.

  “You’re already dressed, and there’s not much time for foolery…” She looked up at Fox from Esmeralda’s breasts and added, her eyes seemed innocent as she neared to whisper between their heads. “So I’ll have to lick her scent off your palms… and you must unload inside her.”

  “!” Fox felt the indescribable, putting himself in a ‘tight spot’ that drew his mentality away, drifting…

  . . .

  Days went on and on. The matter where Fox and Esmeralda Heartez was revealed to be Roroa, first ‘talking’ with Nala before the latter seemed to mull it enough and accept the former into their lives, became their livelihoods.

  Fox was… quite receptive. How could he not? He wouldn’t be idiotic enough to put up a front, much less want to deceive Nala. Their trust was… unbent. Even with Nala’s attitude towards this, cold, aloof, and indifferent, also grumpy and groaning here and there, she encouraged it.

  There were times, alone times, where Fox would see Esmeralda hug Nala’s waist and act a bit coy, among other flirtatious things. Esmeralda was directly attached and clingy to him when the body asked for it. But with Nala, it was like she was trying to fall for Nala and make Nala fall for her.

  It was exotic, as these were no gullible idiots. And despite Nala’s attitude, the more their days passed together in the lavish palace, the more wanton the shared bedtime became. Nala was far from avoiding or pushing Esmeralda away, looking at the younger blondie with eyes that indicated interest to know what she was planning to do to her this time.

  Esmeralda didn’t always sleep with them, nor did all three of them talk about life. In fact, Fox hears both of them talk about life together in a locked room or his bedroom while he was still not going to rest and was just passing by. Those two were familiarizing themselves with each other better and better, indeed.

  Fox still couldn’t be sure why Esmeralda ‘chose’ him, as she said. After all, if she was to keep hiding and not tell Fox she was the President’s precious treasure, why him of all people? Even more so, since he was a recently known ‘traitor’ against Lymoca.

  Regardless… she was back, she was here. The Roroa back then, who either worked as a distraction and/or completely conquered his senses and thoughts even after… Pheli, had returned to him. Moreover, for whatever mind-blowing reasoning, Nala wanted to have her, too.

  It was a strange world before. Now, it was mysterious.

  Terka continued changing, with the north already fully built and the programs solidly established in the communities. The lawmaking from the Senior Minister’s hands were less and less than before. But with the rest carrying on, it mobilized the entire country.

  With the hospital planning and the pro-pregnancy policy, Terka and south Moonblue became lively. But soon after, the rest of the world was crazy enough to send even the unneeded to experience Terka’s new lifestyle.

  There were all sorts of social media reporters or just content creators who came to film, with only a few trying to experience it as it should be. With that also came the opposition, who was mostly gone from Lymoca, suddenly appearing in Terka’s soil.

  The opposition’s news and all media related to them by funding and ‘convenience’ were slow and subtle at first. They went to some Ters Lys and asked about a bunch of things, like how unfavorable their lives now were compared to before. Other things they asked were their dislike for the Senior Minister and his role in destroying ‘the authentic Terka’.

  It was fine, at first, since the new Lys were new to this, but they became tired of it soon enough. Especially when that media began to become bothersome, trying to insinuate stopping them from receiving their benefits and privileges allocated by the provisional Lymocan government.

  Complaints started appearing in Esmeralda’s desktop among the proposals and reports of criminal activity around Terka from the people itself. It went to the point it became a bother to Fox.

  Furthermore, this media was supposed to stay in Lymoca, and Fox didn’t want these people to bother his… women. Thus, after the consideration of a single second of time, Fox sent the police to apprehend the criminals trying to stop Lys from their daily livelihoods and harassing children.

  It all sounded perfect in TV and on the internet, so it counted. Nevertheless, this clearly brought attention upon himself, and from none other than the father who didn’t know his daughter was harshly railed by him daily.

  … Fox picked the phone, starting the calm conversation with a simple tone, “President, it’s been a while. Thank you for calling. I was just-”

  “How many times did I tell you to not do anything I wouldn’t do!? Didn’t I say vital our image is!? Who in the world captures the media, hm? Media dictators! Their nightmare! Now you’ve shown everyone you’re just that, even if they only say ‘dictator’!”

  “Aish,” Fox formed a slightly wronged expression with his left eyebrow low and his lips curling strongly from their left corners. “Does this mean I’m fired?”

  He smirked a little, but the voice from the phone said otherwise, and quite simply. “NO!”

  “Ah, he hung up.” Fox looked at his phone before at the rest in the meeting room. The lower cabinet eyed him with rapt attention, wanting to know if their boss’s boss fired their boss. Only Nala showed she didn’t care, with Esmeralda blooming a smile on her pretty, meaty lips. They sat beside him and heard everything.

  “Now, what do you have about the criminal groups I’ve told you to see through?” Fox placed his phone on the table without a care. Esmeralda grabbed it before storing it in her pockets. The lower cabinet exchanged glances, each helpless and sweating a bit.

  After that call, what would the Senior Minister do? Something radical? They all wondered, but no one had an answer.

  In the end, with no one able to put up a word, the CSS spoke out. “It seems unlikely for the lower cabinet to be capable to do something about this. Sir Senior Minister, what should our procedures be?”

  “With you?” Fox ‘replied’ with a collected expression, his fingers intertwined before his chin, supported on the table by the elbows. “Nothing. I will have a word with these people. You worry about accelerating the ongoing activities in your zones and areas of expertise.”

  “I heard some slowing down occurred, so you aren’t having any break until I see another 100 square km covered by the trucks and buses moving to the rest of the cities down south.” Fox gestured them to raise from their seats after he finished speaking.

  The lower cabinet knew well not to argue, although they all wished Fox wouldn’t directly involve himself with such matters. To have the head of state, even if provisional, directly communicate with the criminal groups, organized crime or not, no matter the case, was the worst image.

  “With your permission, sir.” - “We will retreat first, minister.” - “Until next time, sir Senior Minister.”

  With everyone gone, Esmeralda leaned towards Fox and longingly smooched him. Lip to lip, she stood up and separated with a slightly loud smacking sound. Then, she faced Nala, lazily pointing at her. “Would you like to have lunch with me? I want to discuss the military industries.”

  “I also want to spend time with you, Nala, while Foxie is busy. Oh, we’ll have lots of fun, too.” Esmeralda smiled at the end of her words, bright and enticing. She knew how to work them up, especially the experimented-enough Nala, who had become hetero-likes playing with-Esmeralda.

  Nala crossed her arms, lifting her left eyebrow, before locking her eyes onto Fox with a grunting attitude. “So, you’re not coming?”

  “I must meet with ‘these people’. I’ll also see our boys and girls.” Fox looked at her and nodded encouragingly. Nala blinked once, then twice a few seconds after. “Okay.”

  She stood up and kissed him, lasting more than Esmeralda had just done. Esmeralda bent over and kissed him again after Nala did, to which Nala repeated, lasting twice what Esmeralda just did, which was more than her first kiss after the meeting. After their competitive mini-tournament, they walked out of the meeting hall with intertwined fingers, walking side by side.

  Fox looked at them and felt at ease. Somehow, he liked seeing his women together, but how could he not? He’s just a man, after all. Their spoiled man.

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