You walked through the house, wanting to get to your room and, ahem, take the edge off of things, hardness wise.
On your way though, you saw one of the other doors open. Inside, you saw Cridea. The violet blood was sitting on the floor, laying on her stomach as she worked on her grubtop. Probably more writing for her blog or perhaps memes.
Hard to know for sure. Her hips swayed gently as she worked, causing her plump little rump to move as she typed. You bit your lip, trying to resist the urge, but finding yourself unable to. You moved carefully into her room, taking out your solid member as you approached.
Cridea was too focused on her blog work to notice the approach. She noticed when she felt your member pushing in between her soft asscheeks, giving a gentle squeak as you began to hotdog your member between her cheeks.
Upon realizing what was happening, she simply rolled her eyes and returned to work. Evidently the memes were too powerful for her focus to be broken by something so trivial. Which you could respect.
You moaned softly as you pumped between her cheeks. She subtly ground her hips back as you moved to help you finish faster so she could get back to work, which you fully appreciated.
After a few minutes of this, you groaned as you reached your peak, spurting over her sexy rump. She asks for a little more warning next time as you go, which you apologize for and agree to before leaving.
As you continued on your way to your room, you stopped by the performance room. It was used to keep the trolls in shape however they wished, and currently, Nektan was training with his sword. The tom boy violet blood girl cut a very dapper appearance, and you hadn't even known she was female until she'd verbally confirmed it.
You watched her go through her routine with her blade, having to slowly remove more of her layered male clothing as she grew sweatier from the work out. You blushed as you watched, trying and failing not to be aroused by the scene as she lost more and more of her clothes.
Befitting her tomboy body type, she didn't have much of a chest, but had great legs and a better rump, and soon the violet was stripped down to just tight violet fabric coverings and her signature top hat.
She seemed to notice you watching, and when she put her blade away, she approached you, asking if you minded helping her with her 'post training cool down.' Grinning, you happily agreed and sat down near the wall.
Nektan lowered herself hard onto your member to ride you, her violet blood durability preventing it hurting her much to go in dry. She moaned as she rode you, picking up the pace as your hands moved to her butt to grope and squeeze.
As you thrust up into Nektan, Eridan entered the performance room. Now, while Nektan had had you convinced she was male, Eridan had had you convinced he was female. He referred to it as his 'March look,' but he had began wearing it year round.
You didn't see anything wrong with that. If they wanted to look sexy, then more power to 'em. Eridan watched Nektan riding you for a few moments before smirking and heading to one of the tall poles.
They were usually used for climbing or balancing exercises, but evidently, the femboy violet blood had decided to make use of it as a stripper pole.
You bit your lip at this sight, groaning as you unloaded into Nektan. You didn't soften of course, not with that kind of show, and so Nektan managed to get herself off. She dismounted, and thanked you for the 'help.'
She got dressed and headed out, having not noticed Eridan. Eridan sauntered over once Nektan was gone, evidently also wanting 'help.' You didn't need to be asked twice.
The moment the fem sea dweller was on his fours, you closed in behind him, hiking up his skirt. Sure enough, nothing beneath. You thrust inside hard, grunting from how tight his needy asshole was.
Eridan moaned happily, forcing his hips back hard to take all of it, shivering in delight as your hand struck his ass. Her hips bucked back against you harder, milking your member until the two of you came together. You panted with Eridan, leaving in and giving him a gentle kiss before getting up to go.
This done, you probably could have made it to bed without further issue. But... on your way, you spotted a particular violet blood sobbing in her own room.
Cronus had evidently hit whatever her personal version of rock bottom was, seeming to finally get that no one wanted to be with her.
You sighed. Much of a creep as the chick could be, you didn't want to see her like this. You entered her room without warning, and she only had time to look up and see you before you picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
She squeaked as you pulled her clothes off rapidly, forcing her legs apart. She blushed deep violet as you thrust into her nook.
Given how little fun she'd gotten to have lately, you weren't shocked with how tight she still was. You'd be sure to fix that before the night was out~