Marc
"Woah."
Whatever happened, it exceeded his expectations. No, it practically shot straight past them and into the stratosphere. His eyes were wide open like perfect circles and his whole body just froze up, still in his squatted position.
"Non, eh uhm I didn't - what makes you think I - um well I mean - hoho! Mon dieu, it's a funyarimpa! Behind you! Um, ladies? Don't fight now, you can get a turn..." Oh non, I have made a terrible erreur in judgment. The blushing Marc was looking straight at the blushing king of vampires, and the cheeks aggressively pointed at him. Look, it's not that he didn't love burying his face here and there. If this were Tuesday, he'd probably have managed to say something cool like who knows? Wanna find out?
But it is Wednesday my dudes.
And hearing his slutty aunt make a sound like that on a Wednesday? That does things to a man. However, he'd already gone way over the line. There was no choice but to double down.
"...alright alright. That's it. I am not sober enough to deal with your shenanigans." Straightening himself back up, a casual Marc grabbed Suerte and spun her right around him, before pulling her back in like a backpack, her fat milkers rubbing on his back.
"You, on my back. Don't sass me, I know you, I know your game. You pull funny business, I might just spread your ass from here 'till the citadel." And before anyone else watching could be warned, he hoisted Val by the butt and rested her body on his forearm. "And you, I don't care if you're some King, my Sensei, or the goddamn tooth fairy. That's right piggy, you could be the Holy Mary for all I care, it's not my problem. You see me chilling for the first time in 18 years, and the first thing you do is grab my cock and start shaking your hips like some slut? Oh non, non non. I'll give you a reason to shake them. I'm not your student, and I'm not your friend. I'm not even some guy on the street. Tonight, I'm your daddy. Capiche?"