Chaos, disorder, licentiousness, irrationality.
As the Elf shot out streams of semen, the Devil moaned while pouring a milky-white warmth into the cleft of Roy's buttocks. The girl, having fully indulged in pleasure, finally let go of the poor horns and lay limply between Sebatide Hughes's legs, her head resting on his trembling abdomen.
A large amount of semen mixed with clear water overflowed from the twitching entrance, drenching the bench beneath. The bodily fluids of the Elf, Devil, and human mingled together, giving off a strangely sweet scent.
Perhaps the Devil's semen still stained the Elf's genitals. Perhaps the Elf's saliva lingered on the Devil's horns. But these things were trivial; at least in this quiet and languid moment, all they wanted was to hold the exhausted Roy and drift off to slumber together.
...
The next day, Roy indeed missed her morning class.
