It was hard to believe how far they'd come. Valerie and Amalia, though once rivals, now found themselves nervously opening their hearts up to one another, much like how they both once did to Jon. It was easy to simply blame this all away as the work of the imprint left upon them by their Dragon, but they both knew better. These feelings they possessed for each other were genuine.

"So Amalia…" Valerie spoke breathlessly, holding her close. "...how about we give Jon that show now?"

"Sounds wonderful," Amalia admitted just as breathlessly.

Valerie guided her Duchess to the bed and laid her down. The moment Jon reached out to touch Amalia, however, Valerie slapped his hand away playfully.

"Uh uh uh, this is our playtime, Mister." She wagged a finger at him while slowly opening Amalia's legs.

"But…"

"No buts," Valerie insisted with a stern gaze. "Amalia and I are both in this relationship with you together. We have just as much a right to show each other intimacy as you do." She then looked at Amalia affectionately again. "Now then, if I'm going too fast, you just tell me, Love."

Amalia nodded, her golden locks splayed on the bed. She bit her finger in anticipation while her other hand laid next to her head.

Valerie slowly lowered her head down between Amalia's legs. The moment her tongue made contact, Amalia's head tilted backwards, and her body arched into Valerie. She shut her eyes tight and began moaning in pleasure, her hands eventually reaching down to spread herself further open for her partner. Her back arched, and she cried out in ecstasy. The crimson-haired beauty raised herself up from between Amalia's legs and kissed her sweetly.

"I think Jon's going to keel over soon if we don't let him back in on the fun," Valerie giggled at her. As she moved to approach him, Amalia grabbed her thighs.

"Wait…"

Valerie peered down at her curiously.

"...fair is fair," Amalia repeated before lowering Valerie down onto her face.

Valerie's eyes went wide, and her back arched. Her legs turned to jelly, and her hips started moving on their own. It didn't take long for her either.

"Amalia...you…haa...you should see the look on Jon's face right now... he's...fuck!" She bit down on her knuckle hard, and her legs convulsed. 

Valerie's head fell into Jon's waiting lap. He stroked her hair gently while she took a moment to regain her breath. 

"So, should I give you two some alone time?"

Valerie giggled at him before slowly crawling out of his lap up onto one side of his chest. Amalia rolled over and crawled over on the other side.

"What do you think, Amalia? I'd say Jon has had more than enough time to recharge."

"Mhmm," Amalia agreed, a sultry look in her eyes.

"Well then…"

They both reached for his manhood.

"... let's see if we can really wear him out."

--

Back in the chapter room, Finn, Taiyuya, and Raina were helping themselves to a morning cup of tea. 

"It's strange not having anything to do this late in the morning," Finn commented. "Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"I'm just glad those two finally stopped," Raina replied while sipping her tea. 

At that moment, the house began to rock again. Only this time, there were two female voices moaning obscenely loud. 

Raina slammed her teacup on the table and stood. "Are you freaking kidding me?" Just as she was about to go give them a piece of her mind, Tai stopped her.

"Let's leave them be." 

Raina sat back down, grumbling under her breath before going back to her tea.

"There's never any telling what the future holds in store." Tai smiled before raising her cup to her lips. "We should be allowed to enjoy the company of each other while we can."

Outside the window to the chapter room, several yards away, two women dressed in long thick robes and hoods glared coldly at the headquarters of Occulta Disciplina.

"Is that the place?" the first woman asked.

"It is," the second woman responded. "You'll just have to trust me on this."

"It's not that I don't trust you," she insisted. "But your sixth sense has been known to be misleading before."

"It's there. That building harbors great evil. I can feel it."

"Then that's where we'll find him," she declared. "The Devil's Colt himself."

"We should strike now."

"No," she insisted sternly. "Our job is done. We must return to the Vatican and deliver a full report. Now that we know the traitor's location, we can strike when the time is right."

The younger woman glared hatefully at the building, her fists clenching until her knuckles turned white.

"Jonathan Hyodo... you're a dead man walking."