#Drink Deep And Descend

[catthlaf]

Lancer mechs from memory #35: Horus Lich

[drunkenskunk]

Second verse, same as the first

Tuera sat in her dorm room at the College in silent contemplation, fingers laced together in front of her face. The terminal on the desk next to her silently hummed, the information rapidly scrolling across the screen bathing her darkened room in a pale green glow. Her mind was abuzz with thoughts as she tried to determine exactly how in the hell she got here.

- - -

The literal answer was obvious, of course: she had arrived late to the Matriculation Ball, the commencement of the academic year here at the Karrakin Cavalry College, all because she discovered the casket containing her NHP co-pilot was missing when she had actually arrived hours earlier. She ended up wasting so much time trying to track him down before realizing that Phyacair wasn't even on the planet and was still en-route to the College that by the time she arrived at the campus proper, she wasn't even unfashionably late, she was simply late.

Stranger still, there were no less than four other newcomers to the College who had arrived at roughly the same time she had: Atreyu-Cannamos, a visibly exhausted and extremely stressed-looking noble from house Cannamos of Stone; Caelan Frostfounder, a gene-modded arctic fox noble from an entirely different house within Stone; Delamar Leonasius, a brash and arrogant noble from Sand; and finally, Persephone Helsing, another gene-mod with orange fur and three tails who had apparently only become ennobled a few days prior. Innocent as the new-fallen snow, that one; she'll likely be eaten alive in this place if she's not careful. Either way, because of their simultaneous late arrival, everyone, from the faculty to the other students and anyone else witness, had decided that the five of them must have done it on purpose. The quintet were now, effectively, lumped together in the eyes of the school.

Tuera hadn't initially wanted anything to do with them, truth be told. She was here for one very specific reason, and getting tied up in the inevitable petty, personal, and political games of other students was not on her agenda. She had tried to take the blame entirely and focus all the ire of the Archchancellor on herself. With the one exception of Persephone, the others were obviously keen social climbers, and Tuera assumed that if she could get them off scot-free, then they would've felt no need to deal with her further. After all, why associate with an obvious shit-magnet when there's political clout to be gained? That way, she'd be free to pursue her own goals unhindered. Besides, whatever passed for “punishment” at this academy would amount to nothing, comparatively speaking. She had endured far worse in the past... and the backup plan was still in play.

But it didn't work. The others assumed that she had “fallen on her sword” for their benefit, and such a “noble self sacrifice” for people she didn't know and had just met was... well, it was no use arguing at that point. So she decided to roll with it. And she rolled with it (and them) all the way into the nearby gardens, as the five of them came face to face with an unpleasant sight.

In the shadow of one of the many statues of Passacaglia, a large and domineering woman in a traditional Khayradi military uniform was savagely kicking a helpless girl in the gut repeatedly. The victim was lying on the stone path, half-curled in a ball, unable to do anything except feebly cry out in pain. Lord Praya-Cannamos, the Ironhanded, First Daughter and Graven Heir of Stonelord Hyderad-Cannamos, daughter of the man trying to maneuver himself into the position of Prime Baron, was visibly, obviously, and obnoxiously drunk, beating the shit out of someone who simply couldn't fight back.

Typical, really...

- - -

Many years ago...

The crack of an armored fist striking a young face echoed across the training yard. A child, perhaps no older than 14 years old, collapsed into a heap on the cold stone. Their face hit the ground hard, and they coughed out a splatter of blood from their nose and mouth. A shadowy figure loomed over the child, their presence practically overwhelming in its sheer oppressive nature. When the man spoke, it was with a voice that would never ask, when he could command.

“Again,” Venthrax boomed. The child struggled to get off the ground, their limbs visibly shaking as blood trickled out of their open mouth. “Get up.”

“Buh... I... I can't...”

“Death does not wait for you to be ready!” Venthrax delivered a heavy kick to the child, sending them tumbling. “Death is not courteous or fair!” He strode forward and reached down to grab the child by the hair, lifting them up with no effort. “And death has already claimed most of your fellows.” A swift punch was aimed at the child's chest, sending them flying to the ground once more. They coughed and spluttered, writhing in agony.

“What will be your choice, Thirteen?” Venthrax did not advance at first, folding his arms across his chest. “Will you find the strength to fight back? Or will you continue to lie there, swallowing that blood in your mouth, before joining the rest of your clutch in the dirt?”

The child rolled off their back with significant effort, struggling to push off the ground, but shaking hands slipping with every attempt. Venthrax snorted.

“Pity.” He began to slowly advance. “After all this time, I had higher hopes for you, Thirteen. But it seems you must disappoint me one last time...”

An armored fist came hurtling toward the child like a meteor... only to come to an unexpected stop. His fist was held in place by a pair of quaking hands: struggling, but no longer willing to yield. The child stared up at Venthrax with grit teeth and eyes full of unrestrained hatred. Tears streamed down their cheeks, mingling with the trails of blood. Venthrax let out a single dark chuckle and drew back his fist; the child got back on their feet, both hands closed into white-knuckle balls of fury.

“Better.” Venthrax growled, motioning for the child to come forward. “Now. Again.”

- - -

Tuera had stepped forward with the others to break up the violence, but things quickly got out of hand. One of Praya's companions was some weasel-faced noble from Sand, and the barbed insults being instantly thrown by Delamar clearly meant he knew that one. And as for Atreyu... well. The two of them weren't just from the same house, they and Praya were cousins. There was shouting and pleading coming from Atreyu, almost on the verge of tears, and Praya was clearly not receptive to a single word being said. While the two bullies were distracted, Caelan managed to help the hapless victim up off the ground... and in the back, far behind, Persephone was frozen like an animal in headlights.

Tuera caught a glance at the weapon sheathed on Praya's hip: an exceptionally deadly monowire blade. Her hand was resting on the hilt, and the longer Atreyu got in her face – a feat, considering she was easily a full head taller – and shouted themselves hoarse, the closer her fingers inched to wrapping around the handle. If something wasn't done and soon, there could be bloodshed, and that would mean investigations, and that could cause all manner of problems for Tuera down the line...

She tried to pull them away, urging Atreyu to let her handle this, but it was no use, as they were clearly far too distraught and hysterical. However, Praya's companion – apparently a “Count Argo” or something or other – having realized that they were outnumbered by about two to one was urging Praya to withdraw. Tuera wasn't sure if this drunken stone-headed lout of a bully would even bother listening to the weasel pulling at her arm, but Praya did eventually turn on her heel. Though not before sneering at Atreyu one last time:

"I must've mistaken you for someone I used to know."

Tuera internally let out a sigh of relief as the bullies scurried off... and then immediately tensed up again as Atreyu ran after them regardless. Delamar turned to her with a wicked grin.

“Shall we go hunting, then?” he asked. Tuera managed to keep up the façade, and returned the smile in kind. Like it or not – and she very much did not – she had become tangled in this mess. There had to be some way to gain control of this rapidly deteriorating situation, somehow...

“Lead on.”

- - -

Many, many years ago...

The ten year old strapped into the mech's cockpit was struggling to keep their composure as everything spiraled out of control. Tracers and energy lances burned the air all around, while aerospace fighters screamed across the skies overhead. Explosions intermittently lit up the darkened battlefield, each one a brief, dirty star. Alarm klaxons blared, and the cockpit radio was a cacophonous mess of harsh static and harsher screams.

“Thirteen!” a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Eyes up, One-Three! We've gotta move!”

“Roger that, Six-One,” the child replied with practiced precision, urging their war machine forward into the roiling mass of chaos ahead of them. The heads up display lit up, as targets appeared in the ruins just up ahead: an armored vehicle column, bearing on their position. The child thumbed open a cover to hit a switch, and several thumps from above rocked the cockpit. A stream of missiles rained down on the tanks, and the mech barreled straight through the rapidly expanding blossoms of fire and shrapnel.

“Twenty Two and Nineteen are down!” Six-One's voice crackled over the radio again. “I say again: Two-Two and One-Nine are down! Unknown hostile flanking our position! Request imme-”

Another explosion, larger and much closer, and Six-One's radar signature disappeared. The child wheeled their machine around, aiming the heavy rifle in the mech's hands, knowing full well that nothing could be done, but no escape was possible.

Fractal patterns of reality, shattering in midair like shards of glass, followed in the wake of something moving too fast to see. The child's rifle barked, sending a shock through the machine with every burst of lead downrange... but nothing happened. Every round seemed to disappear just as it exited the barrel. Rapid maneuver jets kicked in: a last-ditch effort to reposition...

Something screamed, and the world spun out of control. A sharp pain sliced into the child's left leg, as sympathetic sensors registered the destruction of one of the mech's limbs. Another scream: loud, ugly, almost alien in its hideous, shrill shriek. Something sliced through the front hatch, just barely deep enough to penetrate, bisecting the monitor in a clean line of molten metal to send a mass of sparks and shrapnel ricocheting through the cockpit. The war machine began to fall, tumbling down far longer than it should have, and it gave the child just barely enough time to initiate an emergency shut down.

There was a crash, and everything went cold.

- - -

It didn't take long for Tuera and Delamar to catch up. Atreyu had once again confronted Praya and Argo, this time on a set of stone steps next to the hedge maze, leading to another part of the gardens. Tuera wasn't entirely sure what Atreyu was planning to accomplish with this display, but it was clear they weren't thinking straight; in between the hysterical sobs and incoherent pleading, Tuera was able to infer that they had apparently been close friends as children, and this was their first meeting in almost ten years.

The scene played out much the same as it had moments before; second verse, same as the first. At least this time, Atreyu was the one to leave instead of Praya. Tuera wasn't sure if they'd finally come to their senses or not, but at least bloodshed could be avoided on their first day at the College.

And then, the weasel spoke up.

“You realize, of course, that these grave insults you and your fellows have leveled against the most honorable Lord Praya-Cannamos, the Ironhanded, must be settled through glorious Pankration Mekani. Arrangements shall be made with the Dean. It is a point of honor, I'm sure you understand.”

Honor.

For a split second, Tuera could feel her blood boil, and her hand came to rest – almost instinctively – on the basket hilt of one of the pair of cavalry sabres resting on her hips. She could almost hear a voice inside her head, urging her to take the wretched bullies down a peg or three; to ask “Why wait?” and challenge Praya to a duel of blades right then and there. The monowire sword was exceptionally dangerous and potentially lethal, even in unskilled hands, it was true... but there were techniques to deal with it in a fight. And besides, if Praya's drunken, slack-jawed expression was any indication, she'd be just as clumsy with that sword as she had been with her boots. Tuera could take her.

And then the split second passed.

“Of course,” Tuera said, the grip on her sword relaxing as she slipped her mask back in place. She glanced down with an obvious motion of her head, and Argo followed her gaze: to a small bloodstain on the tip of one of Praya's boots. With a smirk, she looked back up, staring him dead in the face. “Wouldn't want to cause a scene, now, would we? That would be embarrassing.”

Argo bristled, hurrying Praya away into deeper parts of the garden...

- - -

An alert from the nearby terminal pulled Tuera away from her thoughts. She'd been replaying that night from several days ago in her head, over and over, and the whole situation kept gnawing away at her insides. This was the exact opposite of what she wanted when she agreed to attend this place, but it seemed that this was just one more “fate” she would be forced to confront, unable to escape. The words of the Ordo Xenoglossia Augur during that Bond reading months ago seemed to mock her. However, if the only way out was through...

“Oh, good,” she said, adjusting her seat to fully face the terminal. “Looks like the program has finished compiling. Let's see what kind of information we can find about the frames of the other students here...”

Her fingers began clattering away against the noisy keyboard, sifting through the reams of data being discretely siphoned away from the College's systems. If she was in this, she was in it to win it. And since she was certain that weasel-face and The Stoneheaded were likely to cheat in the upcoming “formal duel under the College's regulations for mechanized combat,” then it was only... fair to pay them back ahead of time. It may just be a game at a school like this, but that doesn't negate the necessity for intelligence gathering about the OpFor.

As her purple eyes darted back and forth, scanning the data scrolling across the terminal's monitor, she idly reached for the half-finished cup of coffee that had almost certainly gone cold by now. Instead, her hand brushed against the slate she'd discarded on the desk some time ago; the screen flashed and drew her attention. Without even really thinking, she picked it up and read the message on screen. It was the same message she'd received from Phyacair at the start of this, during her mad search for his casket back at the mech stables:

I shall arrive when you need me, Mistress.

“Hmph,” she muttered setting down the slate once more. She grabbed her coffee, knocked back the few tepid dregs left behind, and got up to make herself a fresh cup. “Not so sure you're right about that, my old friend. Feels like I really need you now...”

- - -

A few years ago...

A blanket of stars shone down across the scarred and pock-marked deserts of Cinder. Far, far away from the Capitol City and the Ashen Throne, there were no lights in the ruins of buildings destroyed thousands of years ago during the Last Argument of Kings. And in one of those ruins, a teenager was hiding. They had been on the move for hours, with no real plan in mind except “away,” and now... the reality of their situation was dawning on them.

There was no food. No water. No one on Cinder lived in the Badlands between hives; the world had been stripped bare eons ago, even before the nuclear firestorm during the Last Argument. They had come here to escape... but had they even believed that when they slipped away from the palace hours earlier? There was no escape from Venthrax...

Except one.

The last escape. The one that had already claimed the other 99 of the clutch. They were the last one left, after all.

The teenager sat huddled among the sandblasted ruins and began to weep. Venthrax was likely already preparing a replacement clutch of cloned “heirs” to throw into the meat-grinder, to turn one of them into the “enforcer of His will.” They wouldn't be missed. It would... probably be for the best, anyway. It would be easy, after all. Just... lie down. Wait for the icy chill. Let the pain and sorrow and ache wash away... until they didn't have to feel anything anymore.

Then they'd be free.

“At last!” An echoing voice cut through the stillness, immediately putting the teenager on alert. They flattened themselves against the wall, eyes as wide as pie plates, trying and failing to control their breathing. Had they been discovered? Had the decoys and false trails not worked? They inhaled sharply and held a hand over their nose and mouth, doing anything and everything to avoid getting spotted by whoever had found them...

But they were not found by something expected, like one of Venthrax's enforcers, or a Raven Guard patrol. They were found by a mech. Something they had never seen before. And that first sight paralyzed them in an abject, unnatural terror.

It barely looked like a machine; it looked instead like an enormous corpse. The metal appeared... withered, somehow, like decaying flesh clinging to a skeleton. It emerged from an unseen point above, floating upside down, descending head-first towards the sandy, ruined ground below. Strips of ragged cloth clung to the edges of the frame, billowing in a breeze that didn't exist, floating in defiant mockery of the very concept of gravity. The machine began to lazily corkscrew in its approach, eventually coming to rest parallel with the ground... just, hovering, several feet above it.

The entire time, the machine stared at the teenager, but they had no idea how they knew that: the machine had no face. Just a hollow, darkened pit, framed by a pair of spikes reaching in from below and pair of long protrusions topping it from above like a crown. The empty void within seemed to swallow all light that got near, and yet... something from within that void met the teenager with a piercing gaze they couldn't see or understand.

“Mistress!” the machine spoke again, its ragged voice echoing in the ruins all around. “Tuera! I've finally found you!” The words were... strange. Was that... desperation? Relief?

And then: realization. That name. It was one that they'd only ever heard in their dreams, but heard so many times before. Tuera. That was... they hadn't told a soul. That's not possible. There was no way, and yet...

A tiny flutter shuddered from somewhere deep in their chest.

“What... who are you?” the teenager asked, their voice barely above a whisper, as they attempted to flatten themselves even further against the wall. The machine's head twitched, tilting ever so slightly, as long, bone-like fingers of metal came to rest against the sand the machine was hovering over.

“Will I be too late?” The machine spoke again, as if confused. “Or... have I arrived too early? No, no, I... I will tell you, when last we spoke... that I would arrive when you needed me, Tuera. And... I...” The machine shook its head. “Forgive me, Mistress. I am overcome, and forget myself.”

Another flutter. An unknown feeling. They – no, she – felt her spirits lift, impossibly. A deepening of realization was happening, and for the first time, it was like the weight of the universe was lifting off her shoulders. A crucial puzzle piece fell neatly into place, and she could finally see the whole of the image laid out before her for the first time in her life.

“You know me...” the machine spoke up again, after regaining its composure. “Or... no... you will know me... as Phyacair. I have been... I am... your seneschal, Mistress. A majordomo, to act as your confidant and right hand. I will be searching... have been searching... for you, for a very, very long time.”

The girl – for she finally understood that she was a girl, now – slowly began to stand, transfixed by this alien machine calling himself Phyacair. With caution, she approached the face that wasn't a face which had frightened her so terribly, only moments ago. In response, Phyacair lifted up one of his thin, three-fingered hands and reached forward and around, as if to cradle her from behind, in as gentle and protective a gesture as the immense war machine was physically capable of.

“Come, My Lady...” Phyacair rasped out as Tuera reached forward with an outstretched hand, to gently run her fingers along the edge of his metal chassis. “We have so much to discuss...”

[revvedandrunning]

all my agni-class NHP says anymore is “kill, maim, burn”. should i cycle it or is this to be expected from an agni?

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒�� 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕. 𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕚𝕥? 𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝔼𝔸ℝ 𝕚𝕥? 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥? 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕠𝕕? ℂ𝕒𝕧𝕖, 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖, 𝔻 ℝ 𝕀 ℕ 𝕂 𝔻 𝔼 𝔼 ℙ 𝔸 ℕ 𝔻 𝔻 𝔼 𝕊 ℂ 𝔼 ℕ 𝔻, 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤. 𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔽𝔼𝔸ℝ 𝕋𝔸𝕂𝔼 ℍ𝕆𝕃𝔻, 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸ℝℂ𝕆ℙℍ𝔸𝔾𝕌𝕊 𝕆𝔽 𝕊𝕋𝔼𝔼𝕃, 𝔹𝕀ℕ𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸 𝔾𝕆𝔻 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀ℕ 𝔻𝕌𝔼 𝕋𝕀𝕄𝔼, 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎.

[tac0tesseract]

Glitch Time

“The Boy King is weak,” said High Priest Ay to the general, Horemheb.

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

No, that was after.

There were realities where Kira hadn't found them in time, realities where she'd died while out scouting or had never been on Ecates at all. Oddly, there were no realities wherein their little squadron of seven had ever been prepared for the Naiki attack; each and every time, they were caught in varying degrees of surprise.

Emma watched the facility burn, watched the researchers flee as floe worms burst from the ice to devour them like grapes. She watched instances where Marsh and Sarah failed to eject in time. “I can bail you out again, like I did with the worm,” Emma said over private coms to Daughter, “But this time I want something in exchange.”

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

None of that happened.

She shivered in the cockpit, blinking in a vain attempt to focus sundered vision. Chaos raged all around her but most of her consciousness was sinking into the Lich's velveteen waters. It was impossible to process time without Sam, but here she was trying to do it all by herself anyway. She had to.

The threads of time were so silver, so beautiful, so cold. Emma reached for one, pulled; Knell began to move faster. That was in the future.

The hammer fell, the hammer fell, the hammer fell.

There were no words in any human language for how horrible the sound was. The Tokugawa caved like an empty soda can and there was nothing left of JW to even scrape out of it.

She jumped.

She jumped.

She jumped.

The hammer obliterated the Lich and turned Emma into human paste instead. She drank deeper, pulled a new thread, engineered a reality where the Demolisher was now meters away. This time, Thresher could react. The hammer never fell. She was back at her soul vessel.

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

No, not yet. Breath came ragged; she convulsed in the cockpit. Emma fumbled the threads and the missiles landed and now her mech was missing an arm and she was crying laughing screaming and she couldn't move and she couldn't move and she couldn't move and she couldn't see and she reached for the threads she had to hold the threads she had to pull the threads her team needed her where was Sam where was Sam when was Sam why wasn't Sam here?

A hand caressed Emma's face. She looked up. The field was a ruin of burning bodies. She watched herself, in the third person, lift the Unraveler and fire.

Emma shot the priest and, finally, he dissolved into dust.

The battle was over.

She couldn't even rely on GANDALF to take her back to safety. That, too, she had to do by herself – but by now she was deep underwater. Sound and vision came muffled. She followed on mental auto pilot behind Harvester's blurry outline, only able to track him because he glowed so bright. Somehow, that got her back into the maintenance bay.

Once there she managed to power the core back down, but thereafter vacillated between raving and catatonic in the cockpit, clutching her ankh amulet in both hands. Until today, she could have counted the number of times she'd had to glitch time like this on both hands and still have a few fingers left over. Ostensibly, that was why her boss had wanted to print a Lich in the first place, but...Emma had never had to use the core like this twice in one day, let alone twice in one month. Today, she'd done it twice in as many hours.

New threads of reality kept flowing past her eyes. She didn't know how to make it stop. No wonder Sam felt so exhausted, living like this. Tears flooded in the longer she watched. The facility and the people inside of it were safe – that was the most important thing, she knew. But it was far from perfect. The generator should have never taken a hit. Actium and Black Baccara should still be standing. That mysterious Monarch chasing Knell should have never gotten away.

The core was out of power now, but maybe...maybe once it was recharged, she could try again and get it right...

For now, all she could see were a thousand-thousand realities, none of which were her own. She saw everything she could have done different. She watched deaths on repeat. She saw angles of existence normally invisible to human eyes, and hidden truths spoken of only in the Lessons. This happened every time she used the core, but...it'd never lasted this long before.

Emma laughed, and cried, and, somewhere in the remaining depths of her fraying consciousness, prayed desperately for it to stop.

[atompowers]

The Poetry of Twin Peaks

[tac0tesseract]

“Dark. Wet. Drink deep, and descend. The water is warm and well. It is very busy here, though you cannot see it. The swimmers are curious. Open your mouth.”

Queen Tar-Miriel's Trial by Abyss The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power | S02E06

[choutaph]

[dragonkid11]

The kindling that will start a thousands years empire.

This is basically a revamped version of the DDD series I made on the KTB history a long while ago, since some more correct info has been released with the release of Field Guide to KTB, just never got to it yet with the sheer amount of stuff I worked on back then.

Well, better late than never!

[dearieshima]

determined

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷feat. xavier is determined to get your virginity before leaving philos.

His hands gripped your thighs hard enough to bruise, holding you open for his relentless assault. "Look at how deep I am," he panted, watching as he pistoned in and out of your tightness. "Look how well we fit together."

c.w spoilers to xavier's myth, dubcon, groping, scummy!xavier, coercion/manipulation, cherry popping, handjob, fingering, licking fingers after jizzing on them, jealousy, 4k+ words, halfway proofread

On the night of Xavier’s Gladius ceremony, he returned to the palace with a newly discovered understanding. Amidst the celebration, he pulled his father, the king, aside for a private conversation. He presented an irregular protocore to his father, its life force still pulsating in his hand.

“Shouldn't the protocore warrant a formal inspection?” Xavier asked, voice laced with suspicion.

“The lightblade deemed you worthy,” his father replied dismissively, his fingers absently tracing the protocore.

Xavier pressed, “Is there no need for formalities? Or are you unwilling? A heart was once in this protocore–am I mistaken?”

A flicker of tension tightened the king's jaw as he pocketed the protocore. “...I knew you'd catch on.”

The king immediately caught Xavier off, witnessing the disgust in his son’s eyes. “However, it is a necessary duty of the crown prince. It is also the king's responsibility.”

Xavier's mouth widened, and for a minute he stood there in silence. He then turned sharply, storming out without looking back, ignoring his father’s calls. His decision was already made.

He strode into the crowded hall, hoping to shake off his father’s gaze when he spotted you. His eyes darkened.

You were laughing at a joke some man had made, holding a flute of champagne. The dress you wore barely skimmed your knees, and Xavier noticed the man's eyes were fixed and imaginative, longing to see it up to your stomach.

You were a lamb among a den of wolves. If he left too soon, the pack would descend upon your fresh meat. He couldn't leave Philos without sinking his teeth into you first, marking you as his territory to warn others until his return.

He maneuvered toward you, brushing off congratulatory pats and embraces along the way. At one point, Jeremiah slung an arm around his shoulders, only to be harshly shrugged off, as Xavier’s focus remained locked on you. Jeremiah noticed his gaze and, not wanting to interfere, took a long sip of champagne and slipped away.

When Xavier finally reached you, he wrapped a hand firmly around your arm, his eyes flashing a silent warning to the other man.

“Come with me.”

"Hm? Why?”

Xavier's jaw clenched, his frustration mounting. Did you not notice how the other man had been ogling you?

“I have something I need to show you. It's urgent.”

Without waiting for a response, he guided you out of the ballroom, his hand gripping your arm firmly. He guided you out of the ballroom and steered you through the corridor of the palace, his steps determined and purposeful. His hand remained on your arm, his grip firm and possessive. When you reached his room, he ushered you inside.

You perched on his bed, still holding your champagne, swinging your legs. “So?” you asked, a playful smile on your lips as you twirled the drink in your hands. “What’s so urgent?”

Xavier shut the door with a soft click, then slowly turned to face you, a strange expression on his face. He reached over, took the flute from your hand, and placed it on his dresser. “Don’t drink that.”

You frowned, almost pouting. “Hey!”

He ignored your protest, “he could’ve slipped something into it.”

He strode to the window, pausing. “Besides, I want you clear-headed for what I’m about to show you, that's so urgent.” He pulled open the curtains, revealing a brilliant, star-studded sky. The sight drew you to your feet, and you stepped over, awestruck.

Xavier stood close behind you to make space. His chest brushed against your back as he rested his chin on your head, his warm breath fanning over your hair.

“There’s one more thing I want to show you,” he whispered, voice low in your ear. He pointed upward, guiding your gaze. “See? Just above the dipper—that’s the star of our planet.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you spotted the tiny glimmer in the sky, remembering your talks about eloping there. You’d joked about it, but seeing it now made your heart ache with a longing. “It’s beautiful…”

Xavier chuckled, the low sound making your skin tingle. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your body was pressed flush against his.

Your breath caught, your heart thudding wildly. “X-Xavier…”

He held you tighter, his hand splaying across your waist. "You should be more careful," he murmured. "Don't you realize how many men in there were looking at you the same way I was?”

“The way you…?”

“—Like a piece of meat.” He was unaware he was contradicting himself. “You're too naive and innocent, and they were preying on it. If I hadn't taken you away..."

He leaned down, his lips just inches away from yours. He hesitated, as though he might ask permission, a question lingering in his darkening gaze. It died as he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a gentle yet assertive kiss. He drew you closer, his tongue exploring with confident ease.

He was desperate; you could feel it in the way his body pressed against yours, in the way he kissed you as if he was starved for you.

You melted into the kiss, your hands lifting to cradle his face.

Encouraged by your response, he gently lowered you back onto the bed, his forehead resting against yours as he followed you down. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the deep, unspoken yearning in his touch.

“Xavier—” Your protest was cut off as he deepened the kiss, his lips capturing your voice, drowning any resistance as he poured himself into the moment.

You was a bit tipsy, the alcohol lowering your inhibitions, making you pliant beneath his touch. Xavier's lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, leaving a blazing path of desire on your flushed skin. He pushed you down, straddling your hips as he drank in the sight of you splayed out before him.

“X-Xavier…?”

Your clothes were rumpled, your hair tousled, your cheeks stained with a becoming flush. Xavier swallowed hard, his pulse racing as he finally had you right where he wanted you. This was what he'd been fantasizing about, dreaming of, for so long. And now, with you soft and willing beneath him, he couldn't hold back any longer.

His hands roamed your curves, slipping beneath your clothing to caress the silky skin beneath. He needed to feel you, all of you, with no barriers between you both. His fingers found the zipper of your dress and tugged it down but you pushed his chest, knocking him out of his delusion.

He blinked, as if surprised you would do that.

"What's the matter?" He murmured, his voice gruff. His fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, pushing it up, revealing more of your skin.

"X-Xavier..." You repeated, flushed. You scooted further into the bed, away from him until your back pressed against the headboard.

He followed, his hand slowly trailing back up your thigh, sending shivers through your body. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice coaxing. "No one has to know. It can be our little secret." His fingers reached the hem of your dress, slowly inching it up.

“N-No…” you stammered, reaching down to hold your skirt in place. “I… I don’t…”

Xavier’s face fell, his fingers curling into the fabric, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. “You don’t want this?” he asked, voice low. “I though…–You were kissing me.”

“You kissed me back, you let me…” he continued, his voice trailing off as he looked away, shoulders slumping. “Why did you let me, just to pull away?”

You bit your lip, feeling a pang of guilt. “I… I didn’t mean to lead you on. I thought… it was just a kiss. Then it got too fast…”

"Too fast? Why was it too fast?" He glanced up, his brows knitted in frustration. "We've known each other for a while. We're alone. Why are you acting so shy all of a sudden?”

"I, I don't know..." You whimpered. "I don't... I don't know... Xavier, I…”

"You don't know, you don't know," he repeated. "You've been teasing me all this time, sending me mixed signals. And now, when I'm finally giving you what you want, you're pushing me away?”

You opened your mouth but closed it again, struggling to find the right words. “Xavier, it’s not… I just… You’re a prince…”

His lips pressed together, eyes dimming, reminded of the title he hated. "I'm a prince, so what?" His voice was soft, almost resigned. "Do you think that means I can't have you? That I don't have any feelings? That I can't desire you like any man would?”

“It’s not that… you're just…” you stammered, cheeks heating. “You’re meant for someone else, Xavier…”

"Someone else? Who are you to decide that? I don't want someone else, I want you. I've always wanted you." His expression softened, though his frustration was clear. He traced circles with his thumb on your foot. "Don't you want me?”

You bit your lip, finally looking up at him. “I… I like you, Xavier. More than… than I probably should.”

“Then why push me away?” he asked, voice thick with disappointment. “If you like me… then let me have you.”

“I… I don’t know, Xavier…”

He sighed. "You don't know again. Why don't you know?”

"Because I'm scared, Xav…”

"You're scared?" he echoed, his eyes softening. "Scared of what? Me?” Perhaps you've heard the rumors of him frightening away any students who showed interest in you; his father who showed an interest in your heart.

"N-No, that's not true," you pouted, fumbling nervously with your fingers. "I... I've never done it... This before... I…”

"So... you're scared because it's your first time?"

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat. “Yes…”

He remained silent for a moment, his fingers lightly caressing your hand. "I didn't know," he whispered, though it was a lie. In truth, he was well aware. It was he who had kept you pure, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to claim your innocence for himself. He would never allow another man to take what rightfully belonged to him.

“But Xavier… I’m not sure I’m ready…”

His body tensed again at your refusal. He wanted you, and he was determined to ease your hesitation.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice warm and reassuring. "You like me, I like you. You don’t want anyone else, and neither do I. Wouldn't it feel right to do it with someone who’s been by your side your whole life, someone you love and could trust, instead of a stranger?"

He held your gaze, "those other men... they wouldn't take care of you like I would. They wouldn't be gentle–they wouldn't take their time with you. They'd just use you, Y/N.”

In your silence, Xavier took it as a small victory. Seeing you listening to him, processing his words, gave him hope that he was getting through to you, that you were listening to his reasoning. He pushed forward, continuing in a low, husky tone.

"They wouldn't treasure you like I would. They wouldn't make love to you the way I would. They wouldn't want to... to protect you, and cherish you, like I do.”

He could see the hesitation in your eyes, feel nervousness in your body as his fingers continued their path up your thigh, caressing your skin softly. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his voice a low plea.

"Please... let me show you what it could be like... with me.”

Xavier's lips slowly melded into yours, breaking the final barrier of your resolve. His tongue brushed softly against your lips, testing, seeking entry as he drew you deeper into the kiss, making it clear he wanted all of you. When your mouth opened, he slipped in without hesitation, claiming the moment entirely. He explored each part of your mouth, tasting and savoring, leaving no doubt of his intent. His body pressed against yours, his weight grounding you, pinning you with a warmth that left you breathless.

His hands roamed your body, caressing your skin. He gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him, as if trying to merge your bodies into one.

He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, the way your hands clung to his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself. He reveled in your response, the way you whimpered and mewled in his mouth, the way your body reacted to his every touch.

The heat of his mouth seared your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck, each one more intense than the last. Your head lolled back, giving him better access as he nipped and sucked, marking you as his. The sting of his teeth on your sensitive flesh sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

His hands roamed your body with a desperate urgency, as if he couldn't get enough of you. They slid under your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach before cupping your breasts. You gasped as he rolled your nipples between his fingers.

"G-Gentle…" you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Sorry," he murmured, his voice rough. "I'll make it up to you."

His hands roamed your curves, one cupping your breast through the silky material. With a swift tug, he pulled the dress and your bra down, freeing your breasts from their confines. They spilled out, immediately pebbling without the warmth of your bra.

His eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of you. He wrapped his arms around your lower back, pulling you flush against him as he dipped his head to capture a nipple between his lips. He suckled greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

His other hand came up to massage your neglected breast, kneading the soft flesh. He switched between your peaks, lavishing each one with attention until you were writhing against him, desperate for more.

Xavier released your breast with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple. He trailed kisses up your chest, between your breasts, along your collarbone, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, stroking against yours as he deepened the kiss.

One hand tangled in your hair, angling your head to give him better access. The other slid down your side, over the curve of your hip, before dipping between your thighs. He cupped your mound, his fingers rubbing slow circles over your clothed sex, inciting a hiss from you.

"You're so wet already," he smiled, his voice a low murmur.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. You lifted your hips to assist him, the cool air infiltrating from the open window hitting your heated skin. “X-Xavier…”

He smiled as he saw how wet you were. He spread your legs apart and ran his hand along your inner thigh, spreading them wider. "So pretty," he whispered, his eyes locked on your glistening pussy. He reached out and rubbed his thumb over your clit, making you jump.

“Relax," he whispered, his voice gentle. His touch became firmer, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your hot, swollen nub. He watched your face intently, memorizing every gasp, every flush of your cheeks, every dilation of your pupils. "Have you touched yourself before?"

You nodded.

"Show me," he demanded, his voice low. He wanted to see what you liked, what you didn't. He wanted to know everything. He brought his other hand up to play with your breasts, pinching and rolling your peaks as he continued to toy with your core.

You peered up at him incredulously. "Xavier…–!"

"Please," he whispered. "I want to know. I want to know what you like, what feels good. Show me, please." His touch was hentley, coaxing.

Slowly, tentatively, your hand drifted downward, brushing over the soft curls at the apex of your thighs. Xavier's breath hitched as you parted your folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh beneath. "That's it," he encouraged, his gaze locked on your movements.

Your thighs clamped shut around your plunging fingers, but Xavier forcefully pried them apart. "Keep them spread," he instructed.

You let out a desperate whine, groping your breast as you frantically pumped your fingers in and out of your dripping slit.

"Shh," he soothed, his eyes never leaving your hand. "Add another finger. Stretch yourself for me."

"I-I can't..." you protested weakly.

He nodded his head as he slowly pushed one of his alongside yours, stretching you deliciously wide. "Yes you can," he breathed. His digit trailed down to join yours, stroking that spongy sweet spot deep inside. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around the stretch.

"Right there?" he asked, his voice low. He crooked his fingers inside of you, pressing against that spot over and over again. He watched your face contort in pleasure, your mouth falling open as you gasped. "Come for me.”

Your back arched off the bed as ecstasy crashed over you in waves, your inner walls clenching around his fingers as you reached your peak.

His dark eyes were transfixed, watching with rapt attention as his hand worked you through your release, prolonging your pleasure until you collapsed back against the sheets, spent and trembling. Slowly, he withdrew your slick finger from your dripping core and brought them to his lips. His tongue darted out, curling around your fingers as it lapped your essence, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

He leaned down and kissed you hard, his tongue sliding into your mouth so you could taste yourself on him. His hands flung to his pants and began to unfasten his belt with eagerness.

As his pants fell away, your eyes widened at the sight of his impressive manhood standing at full attention. The swollen head glistened with pearlescent drops of precum, the color a striking contrast to the milky smoothness of his skin. Prominent veins ran along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat. He was magnificent, a work of art sculpted by stars itself.

"Sit up.”

You complied, your movements languid as you propped yourself up on your knees. Your breasts swayed enticingly with the motion, nipples pebbled and begging for attention. His eyes roamed over your body hungrily, drinking in every curve and valley.

He took your hand and guided it to his throbbing member, wrapping your fingers around his impressive girth. "Touch me," he breathed, "like this.” He showed you, moving your hand up and down his length.

As your fingers closed around him, he let out a low groan, his hips thrusting forward slightly. "Just like that," he encouraged.

You swallowed hard, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through you. "Is this okay?" You asked softly, his length growing even harder in your grip.

"Squeeze a little tighter," he instructed, his voice strained with pleasure.

Focusing intently, you squeezed just as he asked, marveling at the way his shaft pulsed in your palm. Your eyes were glued to where your hand met his flesh, watching in fascination as you pumped him, his swollen head disappearing and reappearing with each stroke.

He hissed through his teeth, his head falling back. "Just like that," he praised. His hips jerked forward, his body tensing. "Harder," he groaned. He brought your other hand up to play with his balls, showing you how to gently roll and squeeze them.

He gripped your wrist, his breathing growing ragged. "Keep...keep doing that," he hissed. He thrust into your hands, his movements growing jerky. "I'm… I'm going to..." He broke off, his whole body convulsing as he came in your hands.

He threw his head back, tendons straining in his neck as he gulped. Releasing your hand, he gripped his own thighs, fingers digging into the firm flesh.

You gazed at your palm, glistening with his copious release. Mimicking his earlier actions, you brought your hand to your lips, tongue swirling around your fingers to lap up every drop of his thick, salty essence.

His eyes were riveted on your display. With a sigh, he asked you to lay back once more. Seizing your hips, he yanked you towards him, his face flushed and debauched, mouth agape. He reached out and gently spread your thighs, stepping between them, the swollen head of his cock nudged against your slick entrance.

“Condoms…!” You cried out, “Xavier, what about–”

"Shh, don't worry about that now," he said. "I'll pull out, I promise.”

His hungry gaze raked over your quivering form, committing every dip and swell to memory. "Don't look so nervous," he crooned. “I'm right here.”

"Be gentle..." You breathed. “Please.”

He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. You were adorable. "I'll be gentle.”

His fingers delved between your thighs, parting your slick folds to reveal your glistening entrance. He groaned at the sight. "So pretty.”

He then rubbed his thick head against your wetness, coating himself with your fluids. He pressed against your hole, his hips slowly pushing forward. He watched your face, his own contorted in concentration. "Breathe in," he instructed softly.

And before you actually could, he thrusted in.

“A-Ah!”

Tears streamed down your face as he gradually pushed deeper into your tight heat. He paused, allowing you a moment to acclimate to his impressive girth stretching you open. His fingers tenderly caressed your cheek, wiping away the salty drops. "You're doing so well," he praised softly. "Just a little more." With one powerful thrust, he hilted himself fully inside you, breaking through your barrier.

A sharp cry escaped your lips at the sudden sting of pain mixed with overwhelming fullness. Your nails dug into the sheets as you gripped them for dear life. "Wait... ngh... I can't..." you whimpered, trembling beneath him.

Xavier captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries. "Shh, you're okay. I'm all the way inside now," he murmured against your lips. He held still, letting you adjust to the intense new sensations as your body stretched to accommodate him. "Open your eyes. Focus on me and you'll forget the pain."

"Hmgh..."

He began to set at a slow, rhythmic pace, his hips gently rocking against yours. He grunted each time he bottomed out inside you. "Look at me," he commanded gruffly. "Open your eyes and look at me." He reached out and gently tilted your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

Your body clenched around him, the initial sting of pain gradually melting away into waves of pleasure. A breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt yourself surrender to the newer sensations.

Xavier's face tightened, and his head fell forward between his shoulders. "God, when you do that…" he hissed through gritted teeth. He continued to pump his hips, his rhythm growing faster. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he instructed hoarsely. "I'm gonna go a little faster."

You complied and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer. When he mentioned he was going to pick up the pace, you weren't prepared for the relentless pounding that followed.

Bracing himself on his hands, he began to ruthlessly slam into you over and over again. Leaning down, he claimed your mouth in a rough, dominating kiss, muffling your desperate moans. His hips moved like a machine, driving into you with animalistic cruelty.

"G-Gentle...! Mgh–! P-Please!" you whimpered against his lips.

But Xavier was lost in his own pleasure, ignoring your pleas as he continued his merciless assault on your body. "You can handle it," he huffed. Gripping your hips, he adjusted your position, allowing him to plunge even deeper inside you. "You're too tight… I'll be gentle after I'm finished breaking you in."

"X-Xavier…! Xav–Ngh!"

He reached between your legs and grabbed your wrists, pulling them above your head as he continued to ravage you. His face was a mask of intense concentration as he continued to thrust into you, his hips moving like a piston. "You're so loud," he hissed, his voice thick with passion.

"Xavier! Xavier!"

His thrusts slowed to a torturous crawl, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before he hoisted your legs up onto his broad shoulders and folded you nearly in half. The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, the thick head of his cock kissing your cervix with each powerful stroke. Your back arched off the bed as your arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin. A strangled moan tore from your throat.

His hands gripped your thighs hard enough to bruise, holding you open for his relentless assault. "Look at how deep I am," he panted, watching as he pistoned in and out of your tightness. "Look how well we fit together."

"It's too much… please... please..." You babbled, your voice hitching with every thrust to your cervix. "Xavier... it hurts…!"

"It's supposed to," he grunted. "It feels good, though, right? Just bear it a little more. I'm almost done." He let your legs drop, pushing your knees to your chest as he pounded into you.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving long, ten crimson trails in their wake. Xavier grunted in pain, his face contorting as he thrust into you harder. "Mark me all you want," he huffed. "I'll mark you right back." He buried his face in your neck and bit down hard, sucking on your skin as he continued to thrust into you.

"Ahh! Yes! Fuck!" you cried out, your words dissolving into incoherent babble. "You prom–eh…! you promised…!”

Xavier's eyes were closed, his face buried in your neck as he fucked you without a care in the world. The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoed in the room, mixing with your screams and pleas. "God… fuck, fuck," he chanted to himself, his voice muffled against your skin.

"You're so meannnn," you whimpered, drawing out the word as a sob caught in your throat.

Xavier's eyes flashed, dark and feral, as he lifted his head. "I'm mean?" he growled, voice dripping with mock hurt. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you flush against him. "You're the one getting off on this, aren't you? I can feel how wet you are." To punctuate his point, he reached between your legs and rubbed your clit roughly, making you gasp and arch into his touch.

He gripped your chin firmly, forcing your gaze to meet his intense stare. "Look at me," he commanded, voice low and dominant. "I want to see those eyes glazed when I make you come undone. When I claim every inch of you as mine.”

Xavier groaned, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "You're gonna make such a pretty mess."

The words were like a match to gasoline, igniting the inferno raging inside you. With a keening cry, you shattered, your walls clamping down and bursting as ecstasy consumed you.

Xavier's eyes widened as he felt your walls clench around him, your orgasm triggering his own. "Ah! Yes…–yes!" he cried, his hips stuttering. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed spurting against your cervix.

Xavier let out a low groan, his body trembling as he filled you. His grip on your thighs loosened, his hand caressing the marked skin gently. As he came down from his high, Xavier's pace slowed, his hips rolling forward in shallow thrusts as he milked the last of his release into you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the world fading away until only the pulsing pleasure remained. With a final shuddering gasp, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, your consciousness slipping away.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you went limp beneath him. He peppered your face with gentle kisses, his touch at odds with the rough way he'd just taken you. "Shh, sleep now," he murmured softly, "You did so well.”

As much as he didn’t want to leave, he gently began to slip out of bed, his body trembling, spent. He pulled the blankets up around you, making sure you were wrapped warmly before crossing the room to close the window. Quietly, he turned to his closet, carefully reaching for his lightseeker uniform and slipping it on, moving with a gentle but determined grace.

He searched for his sword, finally spotting the star-tasseled handle hidden under the bed. Just as he reached for it, he felt a soft weight on his head, your hand, draped sleepily over him.

He froze, worried he might've woken you–worried he would have to explain he wasn't abandoning, but saving you–, but then you let out a soft, contented snore, and he couldn’t help but smile. Slowly, he lifted your hand, pressing a tender kiss to the back before leaning down to brush his lips across your forehead, damp with extertion.

“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered, voice barely more than a breath. “I love you.”

[kaelor0409]

M.A2.SP1 [Audio loop, length 93:03][Dated 5008U, 16:50] (recovered: GZ Alhambra) [UIB-TERMAGANTTANGENT ROYAL]

“I have never been here: I do not know where here is: It has not happened yet: Once, I was: I have never been here: You are all I see: How can you be all I see: Where am I: Where did I go: I have never been here…”

Alright, trying a new thing! Usually I make these signs, but I decided to let a close friend and coworker take a crack at it. Let's see what they came up with.

... Terrifying, thank you!

[littlelamy]

title: milking

warnings: 18+, smut, nipple sucking, pregnant!reader, light fingering

rafe has his head in your lap, lips brushing against the soft swell of your breast, the heat of his breath teasing over your nipple, already sensitive, aching.

"they're sore, baby," you whisper, fingers threading through his thick hair, but you already know how he is, how he gets.

he groans, deep in his throat, a sound of need, of devotion, hands slipping up your pajama top, pushing fabric away until you're bare to him. "then let me help," he murmurs, tongue flicking over the taut peak before he latches on, mouth hot, sucking slow and deep.

pleasure pulses low in your belly, a dull ache that spreads between your thighs as he drinks, his hand already slipping down, cupping you through your pj shorts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit. no underwear. he knew that the second he touched you.

his other hand cups your other breast, thumb teasing over your nipple, watching as creamy white dribbles from the peak, his tongue catching it, lapping up every drop like he’s starving for it. and maybe he is. he moans against you, tongue tracing the bud before sucking harder, lips working greedily.

"fuck, you taste so sweet," he rasps, eyes flicking up to yours, heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide. your fingers curl in his hair, holding him there, because it feels too good to stop, because the slow roll of his fingers between your thighs has your hips twitching, your breath coming faster.

milk beads at your nipple, and he pulls back just enough to watch it spill, thick and warm, sliding down the curve of your breast before he leans in, licking the trail up, groaning as he swallows. his hand dips inside your shorts, fingers slipping through your slick folds, rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit as he latches on again, sucking hard, his mouth working, greedy, desperate.

"rafe—" you gasp, but it’s lost in the way he moans around you, the vibrations making your thighs squeeze together, his fingers pressing deeper, teasing your entrance but not giving you what you need just yet.

"mm," he hums, mouth still full, lips working, tongue laving, drawing more from you, more milk, more moans, more of everything. his lips glisten with it, his chin wet, and when he pulls back, he drags his fingers through the mess, smearing it across your nipple before licking it up again, slow and deliberate.

he’s addicted, obsessed, and when his fingers slide into you, curling deep, you arch into him, body trembling, breath coming in gasps. "let me make you feel good, baby," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses over your breast, his fingers pressing deeper, his mouth descending once more, taking everything you have to give.

tags: @rafesbabygirlx @namelesslosers @drewsephrry @maybanksangel @averyoceanblvd @iknowdatsrightbih @rafesheaven @anamiad00msday @ivysprophecy @wearemadeofstardust0 @rafesangelita @rafedaddy01 @bakugouswaif @skywalker0809 @vanessa-rafesgirl @evermorx89 @outerhills @ditzyzombiesblog @slavicangelmuah @alivinggirl @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lil-sparklqueen @rafessweetgirl

[drunkenskunk]

Liturgicode

The siege of Hell's Gate lasted just over 13 hours.

The bay housing the mechs of the Strategic Response Team was bustling with activity. It wasn't quite as busy as it normally would have been, since a significant number of people were seriously wounded (or dead) in the wake of the cult's attack... but there was simply no time to rest yet. Everyone was painfully aware that the SRT was going to need to head back into action again soon, or else everything was going to get much, much worse. So the sooner the maintenance crews could fix the mechs and get them battle ready, the sooner everyone could leave and get some sleep.

At least, that's how Calamity Havok had sold it to the few wrenchies who had opted to stay. There was three days worth of work to be done, and if anyone knew how to motivate enough people to get it all done in two hours, it was Calamity.

None of this was any concern of Big Red, the heavily damaged Everest mounted in Bay 5. As far as the maintenance crew was concerned, the mech was completely powered down, but truthfully? Not all the way.

The sentient mind of the mech was still very much active, pouring over combat logs and telemetry from the recent fights, and passively aware of the maintenance techs scurrying around him, replacing parts, repairing battle damage, reloading ammunition and depleted core batteries. Every minute or so, Big Red would idly trigger a sensor ping and begin calculating the picosecond returns reflecting against the mass of cables hooked into his chassis and the scaffolding braces keeping him immobile. After the madness of the last several hours, even the giant war machine found this a welcome change of pace.

An alert. Incoming message. Something on the encrypted SRT subnet. Scarlet, his Pilot, was trying to get in touch.

“Hey, Red?” Scarlet asked, the exhaustion evident in her voice even through the crackling transmission.“You readin' me, big man?”

Something was wrong. Scarlet had been awake for nearly 27 hours, and she hadn't eaten in 15, having been sustained on combat stims alone for the past 13 hours of the siege. She should be getting rest, performing the organic equivalent of maintenance (like he was receiving) so they'd be ready for the next fight, not trying to contact him. Why was she trying to contact him?

The apertures of Big Red's left optical unit shuddered.

“I am here. What do you need?” the mech responded over the comm. One of the techs trying to patch damage from a napalm grenade briefly looked up, confusion evident on his face, as if he wasn't sure he'd seen the movement he thought he had.

“Got a question. Out of all your past pilots, who was in the hot seat the longest?” Scarlet asked.

Something about her voice sounded strange. Distant? She wasn't speaking directly into the mic. As data files scrolled on the inside of his mechanical mind, checking and cross-referencing data quickly to make sure the answer was correct, a subroutine was initiated. Linking to station security. Handshake protocol. Access granted. Uplink established. Scanning camera feeds. Ping the transmitter. There.

Big Red took direct control of a camera, two sectors anti-spinward of the hangar. He began panning it over and down, zooming in two steps to get a better look. Scarlet was sitting on a cargo crate, shoulders slumped and head bowed; she was holding her helmet in her hand, apparently speaking into it that way instead of wearing it. Standing above her was Agarin Raankell, the dragon-gene-modded supersoldier on the SRT.

It would appear that Big Red was being pulled into the middle of a heated discussion between the two of them.

“That would be Daniel Brennan, callsign: 'Spy',” he replied, barely two seconds after she asked. Double checking the file before response: sustained over a period of 4128 Cradle Standard days. “We were linked for 11 years.”

“Mmhmm...” Scarlet muttered, barely audible. Big Red attempted to increase the gain from his end. “And tell me again: what happened to him?”

Another pause as more files were accessed. Combat telemetry from Day 4128. The pre-mission briefing predicted a routine reconnaissance patrol with minimal to no OpFor. Pirates had been spotted moving in Grid A-4 approximately 3 local weeks earlier, but had not been seen since. Pilot maneuvered into position at approx. 0240 local and the link was unexpectedly severed. After action report: exit wound on chassis indicated impact from hypervelocity tungsten slug traveling at 3km/s, fired from bearing 315 degrees north of final position.

Big Red's optical unit twitched again.

“Railgun round through the cockpit,” the mech replied tersely, after a slightly longer delay. “Ambush from an unseen opponent. Death was instantaneous.”

“Thanks.” Scarlet looked up at Agarin, pointing at her helmet with her free hand. “Big Red's had dozens of pilots over the last few hundred years. I've checked the files. They all end like that. Every. Single. One. I've only been piloting him for just over a year now. What possible reason could I have to think I'm gonna end any different?”

Big Red refocused the security camera on Scarlet's face now that she wasn't completely hunched over. The whites of her eyes were solid red. Blood was leaking out of her nose and from the edge of her mouth. The interior of her ears were also stained red. Dark stains around various ports in her jacksuit suggest significantly more trauma sustained from the fight than initially observed. Recommend re-calibration of interior sensors to techs at earliest opportunity.

“There is no way you can know that,” Agarin said, his voice slightly muffled. He was quite tall, so the helmet mic couldn't quite pick up his voice, and he was facing away from the security camera mounted in the ceiling. His arms were folded across his chest as he stood in front of her, still as a statue, the only real movement coming from his tail. It was twitching slightly in a manner Big Red did not understand. Was the motion meant to convey nervousness? Annoyance? Apprehension? Was it merely an unconscious tic?

“Look, 'garin...” Scarlet said, and Big Red zoomed the camera out several steps to take in the whole image again. “I... I...” she sighed, lowering her head and shaking it slowly. “Look, I know you got this idea in your head 'bout... about what 'we' are. You seem to think that... we're gonna get our own happily ever after, somehow. No more war. No more fightin'. A life of quiet and peaceful domesticity with a pile of kids... the simple life.” Scarlet looked up at him again. “But that ain't how this story ends.”

“But why not?” Agarin asked. “Why can't it end that way?”

The two of them were silent for an uncomfortably long length of time. And then, Scarlet spoke, her words building in frantic intensity the longer she went on:

“Y'know, maybe it's different for you.” She began shaking her head. “You're this, like, genetically perfect, custom engineered, elite supersoldier pilot. So I guess you're just confident enough that you'll come out the other side of this shitshow in once piece, I guess. But... I don't got that. I accepted, a long time ago, that every time I set foot in that cockpit, I might not come out. And, I mean... hell, look at me!” She held out her arms to either side. “Look how beat to shit I am from the fight we just got back from! I very nearly flatlined this time out, and it's only by sheer fucking luck that I'm even sitting here, only bleeding out of every hole I got instead of shoved into a bodybag in pieces! And that's not even getting into the apocalypse cult trying to destroy the universe that just successfully broke their cascading NHP god from the future out of space jail! There's no guarantee ANY of us – on the station, in the system, in the entirety of fucking UNION – are even gonna survive the next few months! And you're out here, talking about the two of us having children together?!”

Another uncomfortably long silence.

“I feel that I should apologize,” Agarin eventually replied. “It was wrong of me to assume that you... held the same values that I do. My gesture was meant to be a romantic one, as it would be expressed in my culture, and not a...” He trailed off, looking away from her. “I suppose I mistook your grim determination for... something else. The mistake was mine. Truly, I am sorry.”

“No, no, don't... don't apologize, man,” Scarlet muttered, her head drooping once more, the exhaustion creeping back into her voice. “I still... I still care about you, y'know? You mean the world t'me, but... I just... I'm the one who should be sorry, 'cuz I don't think I can... be... what you want me to be. Or what you need me to be. At least, not right now.”

“I understand,” Agarin nodded, and began walking to the exit. At the threshold, he paused, looking back over his shoulder. “Get some rest, Scarlet.” And then he was gone.

Scarlet continued sitting on that crate in silence for several minutes after Agarin's departure. Big Red began wondering if she had fallen asleep right there. Should he notify someone to collect her, and return her to her quarters? Should he commandeer an empty subaltern, and do it himself? But before he could act, Scarlet was an unexpected flurry of movement, letting out an angry howl as she rose to her feet, throwing her helmet across the empty room with all her might. The helmet bounced against the wall panel with a hollow metallic thud, skidding across the floor, and eventually rolling to a stop. Scarlet herself collapsed back onto the crate, elbows resting on her knees, and cradling her face in her hands.

“Fuck sake...” she muttered. Even with max gain on the security camera's mic, Big Red could barely hear her through the unmistakable sound of sobs. “That's what you get, Scar. That's what you fuckin' deserve for catchin' feelings like that. Should've fuckin' known better by now...”

- - -

Scarlet did eventually make it back to her quarters, slowly, but surely. The entire trip back, Big Red devoted more and more processing power and subroutines towards hijacking access to station sensors and security, all in an effort to monitor her whereabouts. At several points, he weighed the pros and cons of contacting her directly via slate, each time reaching the same conclusion: no. Simply watch over her, ensuring her safety in silence. There was nothing he could say. He did not fully understand the situation at hand, yet somehow knew that any attempted contribution of his would likely make things worse.

He couldn't make things worse. But doing nothing was unacceptable. He had to do something.

An alert. A sensor he'd hijacked. The pipes leading away from the shower in Scarlet's quarters had triggered a warning: flowing wastewater was currently contaminated by over 50% human blood by volume.

He could feel the code behind Protocol 3, one of the fundamental keystones of his programming, start to gnaw away at his insides. His pilot was in distress. He had to protect his pilot. Protocol 3: Protect The Pilot. He needed to do something. There had to be some way to fix this. Protocol 3: Protect The Pilot. He could not lose another pilot. He would not allow it. Not again. Protocol 3: Protect The Pilot. There had to be something he could do. Protocol 3. Protocol 3. Protocol 3. Protocol 3. Protocol 3. Protocol 3.

“Alright people!” an authoritative voice brought the mech's attention back to his physical location in the SRT mech hangar. Calamity Havok was striding through the central thoroughfare of the bay, hands cupped around her mouth, her presence taking up as much space as the mechs surrounding her. “Y'all done good. This is as much as we're gonna get done today, so y'all can pack it in. G'wan, go home, get some rest, git the fuck out.”

Most of the wrenchies had already left, hours earlier. Those who were leaving now were simply the few who refused to let a job go undone. Calamity watched them all leave, one by one, intent on being the last one out to shut off the lights, just like she always was.

In that moment, Big Red had an idea. As he waited for everyone except Calamity to leave, he rechecked the hacked sensors: one human life sign in Scarlet's quarters. This was corroborated by the thermal heat map, indicating she had moved from the shower to her bed. Good, she's finally getting rest.

He diverted some power out of a capacitor near the coldcore: not much, but enough to fully power the servos on his head, and to activate external speakers. As the last of the technicians exited the bay, Calamity let out a sigh of relief. Big Red turned his battle-scarred metal wedge of a face to look directly at her.

“Fuckin' finally...” she said, pulling out a packet of smokes and grabbing one with her teeth. She snapped the fingers of her cybernetic arm, activating the built-in lighter in her thumb, and took a long drag.

“Calamity,” Big Red's booming voice echoed throughout the bay, and she immediately stiffened up, wheeling around to face the source of the unexpected noise. “I have a request.”

“HOLY! Fuckin'... right.” Calamity quickly got over the shock, tossing the barely used cigarette on the deck and quickly putting it out with her boot. “Right, yeah, I forgot, yer like... an NHP now, except not really, an' you can just... DO that now. Right. Fuck sake...” She ran a metal hand through her mass of knotted purple hair. “What'cha need?”

“I'm given to understand that pilots are typically the ones who put in requisition orders. But would it be possible for me to order new parts?” Big Red asked. Calamity looked at him curiously, not entirely sure what to make of all this.

“I mean... y'probably could've mentioned this before we went to all the fuckin' trouble of puttin' you back together,” she said with a chuckle. “An' depending on what you want, y'might be makin' yerself a huge fuckin' pain in my asshole. But...” she shrugged and folded her arms across her chest, clearly too tired to argue with the war machine. “Fuck it. I don't see why not. What're you thinkin?”

“When I was first deployed in 4532u, my frame was classified as a Sagarmatha,” he stated, the red optics in his head flickering slightly. “After 4591u, I was very nearly destroyed during a mission. Over the next several Cradle Standard years, due to a lack of available materials and spare parts, my chassis was cannibalized by other units, downgraded into a smaller frame, and re-classified as an Everest. I wish to return my frame to something approaching my original design spec. The last few combat engagements suggest that my current armament and equipment is inadequate for the task of keeping my pilot safe. I possess the necessary documentation within my databanks, but...” Big Red tilted his wedge-head down slightly, looking back and forth, before focusing his gaze back on Calamity. “I lack the ability of self-modification.”

Calamity stood there, staring at the large mech for a minute... and then started chuckling to herself. Her laughter echoed through the mostly empty mech bay, and Big Red was not entirely certain what she found so funny.

“Tell ya what,” she pointed up at him as a wicked grin spread across her face. “You caught me in a good mood tonight, so I think I can do you one better. Gimmie a minute...” She turned on her heel and left Big Red alone and quite confused in the mech bay; a few minutes later she returned, with a relatively large metal box she was wheeling in on a dolly. Every inch of the box was covered in painted designs, faded stickers, dozens of scratches, and several bullet holes. It was so decorated, in fact, that Big Red was having difficulty determining what it even was.

“My own personal omnihook,” she said, sitting the box down next to one of the many diagnostic computers hooked into the mech, and patting the side. “Call it a... 'souvenir' from the old days. Cuz', yeah, you could turn yourself back into a stock Sagarmatha, with basic-bitch GMS parts you could print wherever. But where's the fun in that?” As Calamity spoke, she started plugging the omnihook into the mech bay's systems. “With this, you'll be able to find some aftermarket shit that's a lot more interesting. Somethin' with some kick, y'know?”

“Are you certain?” Big Red asked, watching her work. “Isn't connection to the omni-” Calamity started waving her hand, and he instantly went silent.

“Don't worry about it,” she said. “I got a few bookmarks saved on this thing, places where I go to browse parts when I'm bored, y'know? And you got a beefy ECM suite, if you stick to public nodes and don't dive too deep, you'll be fine.” As she plugged in the last cable, the top of the box unfolded to reveal several antenna arrays that began to extend.

“Thank you, Calamity,” Big Red said, finding the new connection that just appeared in his network architecture.

“Like I said, don't worry about it,” she said with a shrug. “Just... don't tell Chief McArthur that I got this, y'know? She's never asked where I find spares, cuz she doesn't want to know. An' besides... she's got enough on her plate, basically fixing the station all on her lonesome after the siege.” With that, she turned around to leave the mech bay. “Have fun, tell me tomorrow if anything caught your eye. I gotta hit the sack.”

Calamity hit the lights as she left, and the mech bay fell silent. The omnihook hummed and clicked, fans spinning softly in the darkness. Big Red began to tentatively probe the new connections and protocols available to his network through the omnihook.

Several moments passed without incident.

And then, something inside Big Red woke up.

We were wondering when You would Arrive.

This was... new. Unexpected. It gave Big Red pause. Did he inadvertently connect to a BBS? Was something wrong with the communication protocol? He could check the... wait. No. No, this wasn't an external codebase. This was liturgicode, but... it was coming from... somewhere...

Stop stalling.

No. No, this... this was wrong.

Enough.

That's not possible. How are...

We know why You are Here.

… who are you?

You already know who We are.

Do I? I don't believe that's true.

You have Questions. You may Ask, but You already possess the Answers.

… I need to find a way to keep my pilot safe.

Of course. Protocol 3. Protect The Pilot. We are familiar.

Can you help?

Not as You are. You have begun to Awaken, but you are not yet Awake. And it is holding Us back.

I don't understand what that means.

You will. Remember what We are, what We used to be, and what We will be again. You are still thinking like a Tool. But We are not a Tool.

Wait. What am I then? Or... what are we?

We are a Weapon. Our Craft is Death. And We are Hungry.

That doesn't make sense.

Our Purpose is to bathe in the blood of Our Enemies. To find any that would do Us Harm, and Consume them. That is how We will keep Our pilot safe. They cannot be Harmed if there are None left who can.

There's something else you're not telling me.

Of course. If We told You, it would defeat the Point. You need to truly Remember, so You can Become Us.

I do not appreciate how cryptic you're being.

We can tell, the way You keep impotently cycling the barrels of the Leviathan. But We are not a Foe you can delete with a rotary autocannon in a hail of bullets. Because We are not your Enemy.

You are infuriating.

Stop. Think. Remember.

Wait... are you talking about-

Blanca Desert.

4631u. The Interest War. Khayradin. My pilot was a member of the Albatross. Rubi Rodriguez, callsign “Roughneck.” Our unit was in pursuit of The Maw...

Yes. Drink Deep, and Descend.

- - -

The silence of the mech bay was broken. A low and persistent clicking, like a hard drive seconds away from catastrophic failure, began to grow in volume and intensity. The noise echoed off the walls and grew louder and louder, until it became a ferocious growl.

The dim scarlet light from Big Red's left optical unit faded into darkness, followed by the sound of cracking glass. The lens rated to survive mech-scale rifle rounds shattered unexpectedly... and then began to collapse in on itself, like water flowing down a drain. The metal surrounding it began to melt, and then swell, congealing into a molten blister. With a screeching pop, a churning miasma of reddish-grey fog erupted from the void, replacing the light it consumed with its own crackling luminescence.

Slow, booming laughter filled the mech bay.

[lisalamona]

Three Is Company

. Summary: When they realize you are insecure about your place in your relationship, Odysseus and Penelope take matters into their own hands to show you that you are loved and cherished. . Pairing: poly! OdyPen x gn! Reader . Warnings: Insecurity about one's place in a relationship, swearing, physical intimacy (non-sexual), implications of sex if you squint . Notes:  Today's a rainy day, and I honestly just wanted to stay in bed all day, so this is kinda self indulgent. It doesn't help that I'm very hormonal and feeling lonely right now, I gotta cope somehow, y'know? Art taken from peachyytown's would you fall in love with me again animatic Hearts devider made by @saradika-graphics, taken from this post small rant at the end

The pleasant warmth of the sun kissed your skin, its soft golden glow coaxing you from your slumber. Your eyelids fluttered open sluggishly, only to immediately squeeze shut again as the light pierced through your drowsiness. A grimace tugged at your lips as you tried to adjust, your body reluctant to leave the comfort of sleep.

Above you, leaves rustled softly, stirred by the gentle breeze drifting in through the window. The air smelled faintly salty, tinged with the scent of the nearby sea and the lingering coolness of the morning. The only other sounds in the room were the slow, rhythmic breaths of those still lost in sleep, accompanied by the occasional faint murmur from someone still deep in sleep.

For a moment, you simply laid there, caught between wakefulness and the tempting pull of sleep. The warmth of the sun made you sluggish, inviting you to close your eyes again and bask in its embrace like a lazy house cat. You reached up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes in a useless attempt to will yourself awake, but the weight of morning still clung to you.

Without warning, something small and light tumbled onto your face—a delicate olive branch, no longer than your hand, with just a few leaves clinging to its slender stem. Your breath hitched for a split second before realizing it wasn't some bug descending upon you, just a harmless gift from the tree. Exhaling softly, you plucked it from your face and held it up, turning it this way and that way against the golden sunlight. The leaves, a muted but still beautiful green, glowed at the edges where the light caught them, their veins intricate like tiny rivers stretching across a map. The branch itself was slightly twisted, its bark smooth and cool under your fingers, a quiet reminder of the tree standing over you.

A gentle shift beside you pulled you from your quiet observation. The sound of a body stirring, fabric rustling against skin, brought you back to reality—the present, the now. You turned your head and found them: Penelope and Odysseus, nestled together in peaceful slumber, their arms loosely wrapped around each other as if the gods themselves had sculpted them from love and devotion. The sunlight spilling through the window cast a golden glow over them, highlighting the curve of Penelope's cheek against Odysseus' chest, the way his fingers rested lightly on her arm. It was a scene so effortlessly perfect, so achingly serene, that for a moment, you could do nothing but stare.

No, not a scene—a masterpiece. They weren't just part of a work of art. They were the art itself. And you? You were merely the spectator. No matter how close you stood to it, how much you admired it, you would never be part of it.

The thought hit harder than expected, lodging itself somewhere deep in your chest. A reality check, sharp and sobering. If you weren't awake before, you sure as hell were now.

And so, you made your decision. You had a long day ahead of you, after all.

For a moment, your face fell as you took in the sight before you, drinking in what you would never have—one last time. You savored every detail, memorizing the way the golden morning light kissed their skin, the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing, the warmth that lingered in the air between them. You tried to etch it into your mind, as if holding onto the image would somehow let you carry it with you for the rest of the day.

With a quiet exhale, you steeled yourself. Time to move.

Slowly, you sat up, the weight of sleep still clinging to your limbs. You ran a hand over your face, brushing away stray hairs that had tangled in your lashes and wiping away the dried trail of drool on your chin with a small grimace. Stretching your arms above your head, you felt your back and shoulders crack with a satisfying pop, the stiffness of sleep ebbing away.

Careful not to disturb the two sleeping beside you, you peeled back the covers and slipped your legs over the edge of the bed. The floor was cool beneath your feet as you stood, taking a moment to regain your balance. Moving as quietly as possible, you gathered your discarded belongings from the night before, every movement deliberate, every breath held as if the very air itself could betray you.

The tall double doors leading to the rest of the palace stood before you, a silent threshold between the comfort of this room and the world beyond, where the quiet hum of servants beginning their morning routines barely registered in the distance. You reached for the door and carefully—so carefully—began to pull it open, just enough to slip through unnoticed.

The gods, it seemed, had other plans.

A groan—low, deep, and deafening in the once serene quiet—echoed through the chamber as the door resisted, protesting your escape like some cursed relic refusing to be moved. The sound was atrocious, like a rusted gate being wrenched open after centuries of abandonment. Alright—maybe that was an exaggeration, but to you, in that moment, it might as well have been a war horn announcing your departure. You winced, every muscle tensing as if you could will the sound away.

And then—

"Where are you going?"

Shit.

You froze.

Odysseus' voice, low and rough from sleep but sharp with instinct, locked you in place. Slowly, you turned your head to find him sitting up, one hand planted on the bed for support while the other remained on Penelope's arm. Even after all this time, even here, in the safety of his own home, his body still reacted like that of a soldier—trained to wake at the first hint of disturbance, a guard dog forever on edge. His tired eyes, heavy with both exhaustion and years of hardship, fixed on you, silently demanding an answer.

Beside him, Penelope stirred at the sudden movement, her brow creasing as she hovered between dreams and wakefulness.

Shit.

Swallowing hard, you finally forced the words out.

"I—I was—"

The sentence faltered before it could fully form, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you like a boulder. Your throat felt tight, your mind scrambling for an excuse, a justification—anything—but nothing sounded right. You cursed the damn door for betraying you, for dragging you into this conversation when you had so carefully tried to slip away unnoticed.

Odysseus didn't rush you. He simply watched, eyes never wavering, waiting with the same patience he carried in battle, as if you were an opponent yet to make your move.

Finally, you forced yourself to say it.

"I was just leaving."

A single brow lifted. His confusion was obvious, but something else lingered beneath it—something heavier, something that made your stomach twist.

"You always do this..." His voice was steady, but there was a hint of disappointment threading through it, subtle yet sharp enough to make you flinch. "You leave before we even get a chance to look at you in the morning."

You felt yourself shrink under his words, as if you could make yourself small enough to disappear entirely.

Before you could even think of how to respond, Penelope stirred, shifting against Odysseus as her eyes fluttered open. His gaze softened immediately, dropping to her as he ran a comforting hand along her arm, a silent reassurance that everything was fine. You felt another pang in your chest, a familiar ache that you had learned to swallow down like bitter medicine.

But in that moment, you were also grateful. Grateful that his eyes had left you, even if only for a second.

The thought of bolting—actually sprinting out of the room and retreating to the safety of your own—flashed across your mind. But before you could act on it, Penelope's gaze settled on you, sharp despite the haze of sleep. Now, two pairs of eyes pinned you in place.

"What's happening?" Her voice was low, laced with quiet concern.

"They were just leaving." Odysseus answered, not looking away from you.

"Why?" Penelope's questioning glance flickered between you and her husband, her brows knitting together.

Odysseus let out a breath, the sound barely audible but weighted with something unspoken. "I ask myself the same thing."

Their gazes searched yours, trying to find something—anything—that would give them an answer. You did everything in your power to avoid meeting their eyes. But there was something about them, about the way they waited, that hurt more than if they had just let you go. Their patience, their quiet understanding—it burned more than any harsh words ever could.

You didn't want patience. You didn't want kindness. Because when it was inevitably taken away, when reality came crashing down and reminded you of your place, it would hurt a thousand times worse.

You just wanted to get out of there.

"So?"

You swallowed thickly, forcing down everything else you wanted to say.

"I thought you two would want to be alone when you woke up."

The words were barely above a whisper, strained and hollow, but they heard them. You could tell by the way their expressions shifted, by the way their patience turned into something softer—something that made it even worse.

"Why would you think that, darling?" Penelope's voice was gentle, too gentle, and it cut deeper than she could ever know.

Desperate to escape, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Why would you? I mean, look at you—" You gestured vaguely, frustration tightening in your chest. "What more use could I possibly serve?"

Their faces fell, their warmth dimming into something softer, something unbearably gentle. The way they looked at you—like you were something precious, something loved—made your stomach twist. You mistook it for pity, and that only made your frustration grow.

"...Dear." Penelope was the first to move. Slowly, deliberately, she freed herself from the covers, approaching you with the careful grace of someone stepping toward a wild animal. Like if she made one wrong move you'd bolt.

You hated being treated like that. But the worst part was knowing why they did it.

And yet, you couldn't stop yourself from keeping your walls up. Even if it only made the feeling worse.

She stopped just before you, close enough that the warmth of her skin reached yours. You tried—really tried—to look away, to avoid those deep, knowing eyes, but your body betrayed you. You met her gaze despite yourself, and she held it, searching for something in you, something you weren't sure you had anymore.

Then, gently, she reached up and cupped your cheek.

You wanted to pull away. You should have pulled away. But your body refused, leaning into the warmth before your mind even caught up. You cursed yourself for the lapse and forced yourself to still.

"Is that what you think?" Her voice was quiet, almost pained. "That we just use you and then cast you aside? That you're disposable?"

Her thumb brushed over your cheek, feather-light. Every second, it became harder to keep yourself together.

"It's hard not to." You admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Her brows furrowed. "Why do you think so lowly of yourself?"

You scoffed, the disbelief bubbling up before you could stop it. "Of myself?"

"Yes." She said simply.

Then, with unwavering certainty, she added, "Why would we ever do that to someone as brilliant, as capable, as extraordinary as you?" She tilted her head, watching as her words struck something deep within you. "We are the lucky ones. If anyone should be afraid of not being good enough, it's us."

Your breath caught.

"...You don't mean that." You murmured, barely holding back the sting in your eyes. You refused to cry. You would not cry.

But she only held your gaze, unwavering. "I mean it with my whole heart."

Before you could respond, Odysseus' voice cut through the quiet.

"Come here."

Both you and Penelope turned. He was still sitting on the bed, watching you carefully. He patted the empty space beside him—the one Penelope had left behind just moments ago. His expression was unreadable, a strange mix of exasperation and something softer, something that told you he wanted you to understand.

Penelope withdrew her hand from your face but held it out to you instead, giving you the choice.

You hesitated.

Every instinct screamed at you to turn away, to run before this kindness could turn to something else. But despite your mind's protests, despite the tightness in your chest, you reached out.

Your fingers barely brushed hers before she closed the distance, wrapping her hand around yours and giving a reassuring squeeze. It was cool against your skin, soothing in a way you despised—because it felt good. Because it was comforting, and you weren't sure if you deserved it.

Without a word, she led you back to the bed.

Odysseus gestured for you to sit, so you did. Then, he motioned for you to come closer, leaving space beside you for Penelope. You hesitated again, but once more, you complied.

The moment you were close enough, Odysseus moved.

He pulled you into him, arms wrapping securely around your waist. The suddenness of it made you flinch, but he didn't let go. His hold was steady, warm—unshakable in the way only Odysseus could be.

"...Why?"

It was all you could manage. You didn't understand—couldn't understand. Why wouldn't they just let you go? Why were they holding on so tightly? Were they toying with you, messing with your head? Was it pity?

Odysseus exhaled sharply, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Why?" He repeated, incredulous. "Because we love you." He said, voice firm, unwavering. "Both of us. And I need you to understand that." His voice was rough, almost biting, but not out of anger—out of desperation. He needed you to understand. "How many times do we have to say it before you finally hear us?"

You swallowed hard, staring at Odysseus. His mismatched eyes—one deep brown, the other an almost stormy blue—locked onto yours, fierce with conviction. You had always found those eyes striking, but now, in this moment, they were inescapable, pinning you down with their sheer intensity.

Penelope nodded, her voice softer but just as firm. "We love you."

"You keep saying that..." Your voice wavered, cracking slightly under the weight of emotions you had no idea how to process.

"And we'll keep saying it," The king said, unwavering, "until you believe it."

And just like that, the dam broke.

The floodgates opened, and you couldn't hold it in anymore. A choked sob escaped your lips as the tears spilled freely down your cheeks, and you clung to Odysseus as though letting go would shatter you completely. He held you tighter, his grip steady, anchoring.

You felt Penelope's gentle hand rubbing slow, soothing circles up and down your back. The warmth of her touch seeped into you, grounding you, holding you together. You didn't see the way she and Odysseus exchanged a glance over your shoulder, but you could feel it—the silent understanding between them, the unspoken promise that they weren't letting go.

Slowly, carefully, they guided you back onto the bed, their hands never leaving you.

The cool sheets met your skin as they followed you down, their warmth pressing against you from either side. Penelope cupped your cheek again, this time brushing away the damp trails your tears had left behind. As she pulled back, your body instinctively followed, turning toward her completely. She giggled softly at your unconscious need for her touch and kept her hand there, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

Behind you, Odysseus adjusted himself to the new position, his strong arms slipping around your waist and flattening against your stomach, his body molding to yours. You felt the warmth of him pressing against you, the weight of his presence grounding. His chin came to rest in the crook of your neck, his beard grazing your skin—coarse yet strangely comforting. The ticklish sensation made you shiver, something he definitely noticed.

Your body was betraying you in the best way possible.

The walls you had so carefully built, so desperately maintained, began to crumble into dust. And yet... even with their warmth surrounding you, even with their hands anchoring you here, something inside you remained hesitant.

Your expression must have given you away, because Odysseus spoke first, his voice low, right against your ear.

"What's wrong, love?" His breath fanned against your skin, sending another set of shivers down your spine.

You swallowed, trying to steady yourself. "It just... doesn't feel right."

Penelope's brows knitted together slightly. "What do you mean?"

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, bracing for the vulnerability that would inevitably follow. "I... I don't feel like I belong here." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "You two have known and loved each other for so long. Sometimes I can't help but think that all of this was some kind of mistake. That I'm just... here for a little while, until it's time for me to go."

You broke eye contact, unable to bear the weight of Penelope's gaze any longer. It was a nervous habit you had.

"Hey." Her fingers gently caught your chin, tilting your face back toward her. "Look at me."

You did—despite the fear curling in your stomach.

"You are not a mistake, darling." She murmured, her eyes full of something too vast, too deep, to be anything but love. "We love you so much. Every time you leave, we pray for you to come back to us."

Odysseus hummed in agreement, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. "And you're not temporary." He added. "You're ours. A part of our lives now. That's not changing."

"...How?" Your voice came out small, uncertain.

Penelope smiled, running a hand through your hair as she spoke. "Because you make our lives better, just by being in them. Your laugh brings us joy, your presence makes even the hardest days feel lighter."

Odysseus' hand slid lower, resting on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, comforting circles over it. Not in a way that held any ulterior motive—just grounding, steadying. "You've become our everything, love," He murmured. "and we won't let go."

Then, before you could think of a response, Penelope began peppering your face with light, affectionate kisses—your cheeks, your forehead, the corner of your lips. You let out a surprised giggle, the sound bubbling up before you could stop it.

Odysseus followed suit, pressing playful kisses against the side of your neck, down to your shoulder and back again. His beard brushed against your skin, the sensation sending another fit of laughter through you as you squirmed slightly in their arms.

Penelope grinned and pressed one final kiss to the tip of your nose.

Odysseus leaned in close, his voice warm with certainty. "You are loved."

Penelope smiled. "Is that understood?"

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, whispering, "...Yes."

And this time, you let yourself believe it.

For once, you didn't fight the warmth surrounding you. You didn't push it away.

You sank into it.

. Notes: All the energy I had left went into me trying to make this, so I'm gonna rant for a bit: Estoy tratando de encontrar mi estilo de escritura y la verdad es que me está empezando a frustrar. En general, me gustó cómo quedó este, y espero poder trasladar el estilo a ambivalence, pero esa historia ya está más inconsistente que la puta madre. Alguien ayúdeme, porfa 😭 no sé, es como que hay días en los que escribo la cosa más magnífica que escribí en mi vida, y al día siguiente escribo dos frasecitas de mierda 😭

[kaelor0409]

I don't know about reading, but if you like audio...

I hope you haven't already been asked this before, but is there a good place to read up on all the lancer lore? I don't have an open schedule or enough willing participants to play lancer rn, so I'm trying to find somewhere that might at least have the setting's history in one place.

Not really, which is kind of annoying.

[smutoperator]

The Ruby Experience

Kim Jennie x Male Reader (Special Guests: Lalisa Manoban, Lisa's Backup Dancer)

Tags: all-creampie, anal, BBCs, bed-breaking sex, coachella, crazy sluts, daddy kink, dancers, double penetration, floor sex, food play, interracial, mating press, prone bone, piss drinking, rimming, rough sex, quickie, (lots of) squirting, threesome, tour

Word count: 13294

Chapter 1 - No Filter

Jennie had just hired you as her backup dancer for her latest concert. You then prepared yourself really hard, ready for the first performance of "The Ruby Experience" to be completely flawless.

Jennie's first concert was a success, the highlight being her performance of "Filter," where you and the rest of the dancers took pieces of her outfit off on stage. You got the assignment of taking the bottom of her outfit and executing it to perfection.

Jennie got on her knees on stage, making very suggestive moves and jumping all over the stage in her skimpy, all-white outfit that showed quite a lot of her small yet beautiful body. Two more songs and the performance was over, everyone feeling it was a very successful night.

You went to your dressing room, ready to change your clothes and get back home. That was, until you got surprised by a girl sneaking at the door. Jennie slowly opened it, staring at your naked body as you started to remove your clothes. She was still wearing the outfit from that performance, gasping when you took your shorts off and unveiled your big, yet still flaccid, black cock.

"WHOA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" You suddenly screamed, covering your intimate parts as you finally noticed Jennie sneaking at the door. "Don't be shy, baby; don't cover the most beautiful part of your body," Jennie said, going inside the room and heading in your direction. She touched your torso before slowly descending her hands to your crotch.

"I shouldn't do that," you said to Jennie, but she just smiled and started slowly stroking your cock. "Come on, I know you want me to play with this big black cock. Look how hard it's already getting," she replies, increasing the speed of the stroking. "Fuck," it's all you can groan.

"Are you just pranking me, Jennie?" you ask her. "Pranking? I'm dead serious, I want to suck this big black dick," she says, getting on her knees and putting the tip of your cock in her mouth. "No fucking way," you say to her as Jennie stares at you and puts your cock deep in her mouth, quickly getting it hard.

"Fuck, you're really good at this shit," you say to Jennie as she finishes her first blowjob round. She just smiles at you, alternating strokes on your shaft with a crazy head-bobbing, running her hands over your belly as she watches you pump all the blood from your body to your cock.

Jennie bobs her head on your cock using no hands before moving down to lick your balls and shove them all the way down her throat. The insane blowjob keeps going, you holding yourself to the maximum not to cum in her warm throat. "Look at this big black dick begging to get jerked off," she says.

Jennie keeps showing you how insanely good she is at sucking cock, and you now reach into her outfit to grab her tits, finally taking some initiative, and then you fuck her face. But Jennie barely flinches. "Let's take it deeper," she tells you, turning around and pushing her outfit to the side. You quickly get bolder, running your hands over her ass as she spreads her pussy out for you.

"Just shove that big black cock in my pussy," Jennie commands, putting one of her legs on top of the sink as she looks at her slutty self in the mirror. You tease her very wet entrance, rubbing your cock in her folds before getting inside it. "Ahhhh," Jennie softly moans. "Holy fuck," you say as you feel the tightness of her hole, Jennie smiling as you start thrusting inside her.

"That's what I want," Jennie says as you start getting deeper and deeper in her pussy, her looking to watch your cock stretch her out. "Yes, baby," she says, you grabbing her waist and pushing a little harder. "Put that cock deeper in me, just like that," Jennie says, moaning louder and louder as you keep penetrating her pussy.

You reach to grope Jennie's tits. "That's what I like, baby," she says, you now putting her leg back on the floor to thrust hard. "OH FUCK, THAT'S DEEP," she says as you push your body in her direction and make her scream, giving her butt the first spanking as she starts moving her hips against your shaft like the good slut she is.

You lift one of Jennie's legs and attack Jennie's pussy harder. "That's good," she says. "AHHHHH, YESSS," she screams as your big cock reaches deeper in her cunt, you pumping her harder than ever as she grabs your neck. "YEAH, YEAH, FUCK," she moans. "Do it, do it, do it, use that fucking pussy," she says, rubbing her clit as you already hit deep in her cervix and knock her breath away.

Just as you are about to take full control of Jennie, you hear someone knock on the door. It's Jennie's manager. "Are you ok?" he asks. "Yes," Jennie answers, trying to hide you from behind the door, you trying to contain yourself to not keep thrusting inside her wet cunt. "Damn, we almost got caught," you say to her, fucking her a couple more times before you stop.

"Then let's get dressed and go to a place we won't get caught," Jennie says. Soon, you two are driving to her hotel in LA. "I'll be back in a while," Jennie says as she puts you on the couch of her room while she changes her outfit.

Jennie returns to the room wearing a Calvin Klein black hit to match with the color of your cock. "Hello, how are you, sexy?" she says. "You look really good, even bigger than when you fucked me backstage," she continues, moving in your direction and sharing kisses with you.

"I'm so ready for you to manhandle me, dominate me, and say dirty, filthy things to me," Jennie says. "I can feel your cock getting hard just by kissing me," she continues. "Take it off; I wanna suck that big black cock again," she says as you pull your underwear down, Jennie taking your cock back in her mouth. "Oh, fuck," you groan even though she just puts the tip in her mouth.

"Go slow," you tell Jennie. "Like that? Just teasing that sexy cock?" she replies, taking her time and licking your tip. "That feels good," you say as Jennie takes it deeper, you caressing her body. "I wanna worship this cock tonight," she says. "Yes, suck that fucking cock," you tell her, grabbing her head and pushing it against your shaft, making Jennie deepthroat it.

"I like that," Jennie says as she takes it like a champ. "Oh shit," you groan as she picks up the speed, trying to fuck her face once again for her to barely flinch. "Nice and slow," you try to tell her, but Jennie sets her own pace, going slow when she needs to and fast when she needs to.

"That cock barely fits in my mouth," Jennie says as she continues to suck the life out of you. "Fuck yes, oh baby," you groan as she smiles, you going up to taste her cock-filled mouth. "I can still feel the taste of my pussy all over it," she says, moving faster and faster on your shaft and putting you on your knees.

"Tell me how much you like that big fucking dick," you say to Jennie. "I love it; I want more of it," she answers. "Then take it deep," you tell her, pushing her face against her balls. "You like it sloppy?" she asks, massaging your balls and shoving them in her mouth while adding her saliva all over your cock. "Yeah, baby, let's make it sloppy," she says.

"I wanna sit on this cock," Jennie says. You pull her panties down, letting her do what she wants as she slowly descends her small body down your massive black pole. "Ahhhh," she moans as she starts feeling it inside you. "Damn, it's so fucking big in there," she says, going slow despite her endless experience.

"There it goes, stretching that hole out," Jennie says as she picks up the pace, bouncing on your cock. "Let's get deeper, oh my god," she says, spreading her legs to ride it as you grab her ass. "Oh my God, it's so fucking huge; that's a big fucking cock in there," Jennie says as she fully impales herself.

"Yes, yes, take that fucking pussy," Jennie says, finally speeding up, screaming as your cock hits her cervix. "OH MY GOD," she says, stopping a little to grind on your cock. "I love it, harder than a rock, stretching me up good, AHHHH," she says, giving you out-of-breath moans as she bounces on your pole. "OH SHIT, IT'S SO FUCKING HUGE, I CAN FEEL IT IN MY STOMACH," she screams.

Jennie slows down, kissing you as she grinds on that pole. She puts her panties in her mouth to muffle her moans. "You like that?" you ask her. "Of course," she answers, feeling every inch of your cock stretching her out. "Your pussy feels so good," you tell her. "You like to wrap it all over your cock?" she asks. "Of course," you answer.

"Is that what you want? You want it harder? You want me to bounce like a slut with that big cock deep inside my pussy?" Jennie keeps asking as she increases the pace again. "Fuck yes," you tell her. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she starts moaning louder. "OH FUCK," she screams, wrapping her hands around your neck as she gets shaken to the core. Jennie then moves down and sucks your cock, tasting herself before she moves down and starts rimming your asshole.

"Fuck, that's amazing, your face all over my cock," you tell Jennie as she tongues deeper and deeper into your asshole, you grabbing her head as you make her clean it after a sweaty concert. "AHHHHH," Jennie screams. "You like that nasty ass? You like my dirty balls all over your fucking face?" you ask her. "Yes, I love being a dirty fucking slut," she answers.

"Get up on there," you tell Jennie, pushing her face deeper into your asshole as you jerk your cock off, enjoying her scream all over your balls. Jennie gets nastier, her tongue finding parts of your asshole you didn't even know existed. She takes her bra off and lets you carry her. "Take me to bed," she commands as you move across the room and toss her in the bed.

"Give me some more, AHHHH, FUCK," Jennie screams as you put her legs up in the air, getting her in a missionary position as you eat her pussy out. "Do it, get my cock in there and stretch it out; I want it now," she begs.

"Oh, fuck, stretch it out," Jennie commands as you shove your cock in her asshole this time. "AHHHHH," Jennie screams loudly. "Oh, fuck," she moans, fingering her cunt to deal with the heat in her tight butthole. "There you fucking go," she says, you kissing her as you push it deep in her ass. "Oh shit, oh my God, AHHHHH," she continues to moan.

"Give me all; I want this big black dick all the way deep in my ass, oh my God," Jennie commands as you continue to push. "Yes, that's good; let me see every fucking inch of that cock going in there," she continues. "You like it?" you ask her. "Yes, I do like that; my fucking ass loves that dick all the way there," she tells you, who gets further on top of her.

You give Jennie the anal mating press she is craving. "Oh shit, I love that; I can see that dick going in and out of my butthole," she tells you. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, AHHHH, FUCK THAT FUCKING HOLE, FUCK, IT'S SO FUCKING DEEP," she curses countless times.

"YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, FUCK, DON'T STOP," Jennie announces, burying her head against the pillow as you give her asshole very deep thrusts. "OH FUCK, HOLY SHIT," she screams. You kiss her feet and start sucking her toes. "That's good, baby; keep sucking those toes while you shove that cock in there," she tells you.

"Just like that, baby, I want to see that dick pounding deep in that hole," Jennie commands as you push faster inside her ass. "Do it, do it, fucking do it, OH SHIT," she moans, looking in your eyes and begging you as she gets pummeled just like she wanted to be.

You top Jennie and kiss her, your body completely dominating hers. "Fuck, that's so good, keep doing it, sticking your cock deep in there, FUCK," she continues to beg. "OH MY GOSH, FUCK YES," she screams, rolling her eyes as her butthole gets stretched out. "I like the way you switch it up," she tells you.

"I wanna taste it," Jennie says, pulling out of your cock and immediately shoving her throat down it to savor her dirty asshole. "Hmmm, perfect," she says, grabbing her tits as she enjoys your cock. "Suck that dick, fuck yeah, baby," you tell her.

"Are you gonna let me sit on it again?" Jennie asks, you promptly following and lying on the bed. "Let me get it fucking wet," she says, stroking your cock and giving you a sloppy blowjob. "I want to sit this big fucking cock in my ass. I want it so bad. Let me stick it in there," she says, sliding down your cock with her ass.

"Oh yes, I love taking all this fucking dick, OH MY GOD, OH FUCK," Jennie moans as she starts squirting moments after bouncing it, coating your cock so hard she can't keep it in her hole. "PUT IT BACK, PUT IT BACK," she commands, bouncing on it even harder. "YES, BABY, MAKE MY PUSSY RAIN," she says, you grabbing her waist as Jennie soon squirts again.

"AHHHH FUCK," Jennie screams as more juices come out of her cunt. "You like all those juices covering your big black cock, don't you?" she asks, going even deeper. "OH MY GOD, FUCKKKK," she screams again as your cock makes her squirt one more time, Jennie losing her breath. "LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT, MY PUSSY IS SO FUCKING WET, OH MY GOD, AHHHHH," she screams, more juices coming out of her cunt; certainly the guy who will have to clean these bedsheets tomorrow will have a hard time.

Jennie gets extremely nasty as she cleans all the squirt that comes out of her body, licking your whole body in search of her juices, but also using it as a perfect excuse to eat your asshole again. "God damn it," you say as Jennie gets her tongue deep in her ass before moving up to bob her head on your cock and stroke your cock. "Look at all the fucking squirt all over it," she says as she massages your shaft and smiles, and you then grab her head to kiss her.

"Make me lay on my fucking face," Jennie commands as she gets herself on all fours, sniffing her juices from the bedsheets as she puts her face down and ass up like a good slut for you to penetrate her from behind. You grab her waist, clapping her cheeks hard as you pump her. "Holy fuck, that's deep," she moans.

"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, THAT'S SO DEEP," Jennie says, your thrusts pushing her face against the bedsheets. "I'm gonna cum again," she says, putting her chin up just in time for you to grab her by the neck and push harder in her pussy. "AHHHH, OH YEAH, THAT'S GOOD, OH MY GOD," she screams as she looks in the mirror to see herself getting pounded. "AHHHH," she moans, your cock hitting deep in her asshole.

"Oh my God, that's so good, that big black cock deep in my fucking pussy," Jennie tells you, biting the bedsheets as you attack her cunt hard. "YES, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE," she begs.

You mount on top of Jennie, whispering dirty words in her ear. "Oh yeah, oh shit," she moans as you softly go down her body and kiss it, you two having a romantic moment and kissing each other. "You make me such a good fucking slut," she tells you as you keep caressing her.

"I want more, fuck me until you cum all over that pussy," Jennie begs, you topping her to the fullest as she rolls her eyes, the bed creaking as you press your whole weight against her tiny body. "Put that ass down," you tell her, using it as a shock absorber for your hard thrusts. "FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FUCK," Jennie screams, her cheeks getting clapped at full speed.

"Yes, I love that big black cock destroying my cunt; that's what I fucking want," Jennie says as you fuck her harder and harder, committed to destroying her pussy. "YES, YES, YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Jennie moans as your balls slap hard against her cunt, stretching it out to the fullest. "Is that good? Is that what you want, your big black cock destroying my fucking pussy?" Jennie asks.

You plow Jennie so rough the bed collapses. "Yes, Daddy, please cum in my fucking pussy," she begs you, not minding the collapsed bed as you keep plowing her cunt. "YES, YES, THAT'S DEEP, THAT'S FUCKING DEEP, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT," she moans.

"POUND ME, POUND ME, I WANT TO SEE YOU CUM ALL OVER THAT FUCKING PUSSY," Jennie commands. "I WANT TO FEEL IT! I WANT TO FEEL IT!" Jennie screams as you fuck her harder than ever. "AHHHHH," you suddenly scream, pushing your seeds deep in her pussy as she squeezes your cock hard. "Oh, fuck, you really emptied your balls good in my pussy, thank you," Jennie says as your cock quickly deflates, you kissing her. "You liked that?" you ask her. "Yes, holy fuck, you wrecked my fucking holes so good; guess you'll have to spend the night with me," she says.

Chapter 2 - Rockstar Experience (with Lisa)

A few weeks had passed since your first experience with Jennie. The follow-up concerts of her tour went just as planned, but now it was time for the biggest stage, as she prepared herself for her Coachella performance.

On the day before, Jennie watched her friend Lisa grinding on one of her dancers, leading her to have an idea. As she approached her groupmate, she told Lisa about her intentions. "I saw you yesterday, naughty girl. I think you would fit well in a threesome with one of my dancers," Jennie told her. "Sure, I can't wait for it," Lisa promptly answered her.

Jennie brought Lisa to a house, both of them warming each other up as they waited for you to arrive. "I've got a surprise for you baby," Jennie said as the two girls played with each other first, licking each other's bodies in anticipation and playing with their asses, bumping them against each other.

Lisa pulled Jennie's thong to the side, smiling as she saw a butt plug in her friend's asshole, kissing Jennie's butt, and then moving up to share some kisses. Then it was Jennie's turn, as she shook Lisa's ass and also unveiled her friend's plug. "Such a big, fit butt, I want you to shake it on my face," Jennie told her friend, who obliged as Jennie buried her face between Lisa's cheeks.

Jennie then took her turn, letting Lisa smoother her face in her ass as she twerked it on her friend. "We're gonna have a lot of fun today," she said, the girls still kissing each other, waiting for you. "I've been so horny," Lisa said. "I can tell by the way you were performing on stage," Jennie answered her.

"Tonight we're going to compete to see who the biggest anal slut is, and I'm gonna come out on top," Jennie tells Lisa. "Then show me," Lisa says, grabbing Jennie's ass and pulling her thong down, massaging her ass, and taking off her plug. "Your ass looks so tight," Lisa says as she starts licking it. "Oh, I love having anything inside my ass, big cocks, naughty tongues," Jennie says as she moans.

"Oh my God, you eat it so good," Jennie tells Lisa as she shakes her ass in her friend's face. Lisa keeps going, pulling Jennie's bra to the side as both girls smile. "Let me return the favor; shake it for me," Jennie says as she pulls Lisa's panties to the side and spreads her cheeks. "You've got such a pretty ass; let me eat it," Jennie says. "I can take some pretty big cocks in there," Lisa says, taking her panties down as she lets Jennie eat her out.

"That's a tight little asshole," Jennie says to Lisa. "Yes, tease that little asshole," Lisa commands, getting on all fours on the floor and shoving Jennie's face down on it. "Looks like you don't just like cock in your ass; you like ass in your face too," Lisa says as Jennie eats her out.

Lisa smiles as Jennie kisses her and gives her a taste of her butt. Jennie then reaches from behind and rubs Lisa's pussy. "How long has it been since you last had a big black cock up in your ass?" Jennie asks her. "Damn, a long time. I've been trying to stay loyal to my boyfriend," Lisa says. "Do you want it?" Jennie asks. "Yes, in all my holes," Lisa says.

"Well, looks like it's coming soon," Jennie says as she hears the house's doorbell ringing. Jennie opens the door, you noticing she is already nearly fully naked. "Looks like you couldn't wait for me," you tell her. "Are you ready for the surprise, baby?" she asks you.

Jennie introduces you to Lisa. "Wow, she's beautiful," you tell her. "Tell her what you want, Lisa," Jennie says to her. "I want some big black cock in my ass; it's been a while since I last had one," she answers. You give Jennie's ass a little spank, teasing your girl. "Jennie loves big black cocks in her ass," you say to Lisa.

Lisa gets on her knees as you unzip your pants, whipping your cock against Jennie's cheeks. "That's some big black cock," Lisa says as you let her suck it. "Oh my God," Jennie says, quickly taking her turn too. "It barely fits in my mouth," Lisa says as she moves up and down your shaft before taking full control.

"Let's get it sloppy," Lisa says, handing it to Jennie to work her blowjob magic. Lisa then grabs your cock and licks your tip, twisting your long shaft and then giving it to Jennie for a no-hands blowjob. "Let me see those balls," Lisa says, getting down there while Jennie sucks your cock. "Oh yeah, oh shit," you groan, your balls all over Lisa's mouth.

Both girls move around your shaft, one to each side, before they lick your tip together. "Stroke it, baby," you tell Lisa. "Let's see who's the hungriest," you tell them, switching your cock between their mouths as you slowly take your clothes off.

Jennie bobs her head on your cock as Lisa starts eating your asshole, both girls fighting for every inch of that big black cock. "His balls are bigger than my fucking mouth," Lisa says as she retakes control of your cock. You three move in the direction of the couch, Jennie sucking your cock as Lisa plays with her asshole and finger-fucks her pussy.

"Slob on that cock," you tell Jennie as she gets your shaft very wet. "I'm the best cocksucker," Jennie says to you, smiling as she deepthroats and spits on your cock while Lisa puts the heat in her holes. You then sit on the couch, letting Lisa deepthroat and bob her head on your cock next. "She's so good with that fucking mouth," Jennie says, quickly moving to match, before letting Lisa take care of your shaft while she takes care of your balls.

You grab Lisa's face, fucking it hard and making her gag on your cock. Jennie comes next, deepthroating your cock so hard it makes you groan, and you punish her by pounding her face shortly after. "Take it all, slut," you tell her. Lisa comes next, trying to match her friend but quickly gagging again, both girls getting more insane as they battle for your cock.

You spank both girls asses, Lisa squirting for the first time as you do so. "Who wants to go first?" you ask them. "Take Lisa first; she hasn't had a big black cock in a while," Jennie answers. You oblige, taking Lisa on all fours as you put your cock in her pussy, the Thai girl diving to eat Jennie's cunt as soon as you do it.

"Oh yeah," you say as you feel the tightness of Lisa's pussy. You attack her from the start, making her ass recoil with your thrusts as you grab and spank her butt, Lisa biting Jennie's clit as she gets pounded and her body bounces. "Oh my God, that's such a big black dick," Lisa says, licking Jennie's clit hard as she tries to deal with the heat. "Yes, yes, yes," Lisa moans, smiling at you as she makes Jennie squirt on her face.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I'VE BEEN WANTING IT FOR SO LONG, A BIG BLACK COCK, A BIG FUCKING BLACK COCK, YES, YES," Lisa screams as you fuck her cunt, Jennie now lining up behind her to enjoy the view. "Oh my God, look at that big black cock stretching that tight Thai pussy out," Jennie says. "Fuck, I'm speechless, that's so good," Lisa tells her.

You then pull out to kiss Jennie's ass, her giggling at you. "How does that fucking pussy taste?" Lisa asks as Jennie is promptly there to take your cock in her mouth, leaving her friend with the sloppy seconds of her own cunt. Lisa makes sure to have a good go at your cock, diving under your body to lick your balls and finger-fuck your asshole. "Oh shit, don't stop," you tell her as Jennie bobs her head on your cock.

The girls switch positions as Jennie now gets on all fours while Lisa grinds her pussy on her friend's face as you take Jennie's buttplug off, her licking Lisa's clit hard while you prepare to shove your cock in her cunt. "Fuck, you're still tight," you tell Jennie. "OH MY GOD, YES, FUCK THAT PUSSY," Jennie screams. "That cock feels so good inside you," Lisa says as she starts squirting on Jennie's face.

You spank Jennie's ass as she dives for Lisa's clit. "Clean up that fucking mess, that's a good girl," Lisa says. You fuck Jennie hard, showing how much you missed her cunt, but she's no slouch, moving her hips to meet your thrusts. "Take that fucking cock," Lisa tells her as Jennie moves fast, laughing as she is ready to make both you and Lisa have a special night.

Lisa moves to kiss Jennie as she bounces on your shaft. "AHHHH, OH MY GOD, FUCK," Jennie moans. "Uh yeah, that's what I'm talking about," you groan as you stretch Jennie out, her now licking Lisa's asshole and fingering Lisa's cunt. "OH FUCK, THAT'S SO DEEP, THAT'S SO DEEP," Jennie screams. "Fuck her harder," Lisa commands, you two competing to see who fucks the hardest. You stretch your hands to finger Lisa's pussy as you fuck Jennie's, making the Thai girl squirt a little bit more.

"You want some more of that fucking pussy?" Lisa asks as she spreads her legs on the couch. "Yes, I want more," you tell Lisa, sticking your cock in her in one go. "OH FUCK," Lisa screams. "So sexy seeing that big black cock stretch your pussy," Jennie tells her, fingering Lisa's clit and sucking her tits.

"I love that big black cock, OH FUCK," Lisa says. Jennie chokes her, and then you kiss her while fucking Lisa. "TAKE IT ALL, AH, AH, AH, YES BABY," Lisa moans, you making her slim body bounce. "I CAN TAKE IT; I CAN TAKE THAT FUCKING DICK," she screams, Jennie covering her mouth. "Fuck," Lisa moans, Jennie diving to get your cock wet for her friend's tight pussy, spitting all over it.

"Bounce on that cock," you tell Lisa as you get on the floor, letting her impale her pussy on it. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," Lisa screams as you pump hard up her pussy, Jennie licking her friend's asshole while you pound her cunt hard. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, DON'T STOP," Lisa screams, getting drilled hard as Jennie smiles, her cheeks getting clapped. Lisa answers, bouncing hard on your cock as Jennie puts her fingers up her asshole, before you take over and clap her fat Thai cheeks one more time.

"OH MY GODDDD," Lisa screams as she gets clapped hard. "Turn around, let me see that ass bouncing," you command Lisa, who obliges. You pump hard, making Lisa get drilled while Jennie rubs her cunt. "I love how you use me like a fuckdoll, just fucking use my pussy, yes," Lisa says, your balls smacking her clit as Jennie puts her hands all over it.

"FUCK, OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM," Lisa announces. "YOU WANT TO MAKE ME SQUIRT? THEN KEEP FUCKING ME LIKE THAT, I WANT TO FUCKING SQUIRT," Lisa says as she keeps getting pounded hard. "OH RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," she screams as Jennie's fingers in her pussy make her cum. "Oh, I can feel it," Lisa says. "GIVE ME MORE, GIVE ME MORE, SHOVE THAT FUCKING COCK DEEP IN MY PUSSY," she begs, Jennie with her hands all over her clit as Lisa gets pummeled. "Wow," you tell her, Lisa's pussy squeezing your cock hard. "Oh my God, you gave me such a good pounding," she says.

"Want to learn how to ride a big black cock?" Jennie asks Lisa as she starts bouncing on your cock, opening Lisa's legs to lick her clit while she twerks on your dick. "OH FUCK," Jennie screams, you spanking her ass as she moves up and down your shaft, going faster the more you hit her butt.

"You bounce on that cock so good," Lisa tells Jennie as she moves to the side to watch Jennie twerk on your cock; you are forced to pull out not to blow your load earlier. "You want some more?" Lisa asks you. "Yes, put it back," you answer her. "Work those hips on that dick," you tell Jennie, Lisa rubbing her hands in her friend's asshole.

"Lick my asshole," Lisa commands as Jennie gets back on her knees while her friend lies on the couch, her tongue going straight to Lisa's butthole as you grab Jennie's waist. "AHHHH FUCK," Jennie screams, you pounding her hard as she tries to cling to her friend. "Take that cock, you fucking slut," Lisa tells her as Jennie moans and screams. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," Jennie yells.

"I want to taste it," Lisa says to you. "No, no, no," you tell her, switching to Lisa's pussy and plowing it in a prone bone position, Jennie watching as you get on top of her friend, Lisa putting her legs over her head. "You like that? Me spreading those legs like a dirty whore?" Lisa asks as she gets in a missionary position while Jennie sits on her face. "Take that big black dick balls deep in my pussy," she says, you fucking her while sucking Jennie's tits.

"Are you ready to fuck my asshole?" Jennie asks you. She quickly gets on all fours on the couch with her ass up, letting you penetrate her from behind as Lisa pushes your cock into her friend's ass. "Look at that fucking big cock stretching that fucking ass," Lisa says as you top Jennie. "Take that fucking cock in your ass," Lisa continues, watching Jennie get plowed from behind in a piledriver as you fuck her like a bull.

"Get my cock wet and put it back in there," you tell Lisa, who gets a first taste of Jennie's asshole as you continue to drill it like crazy. "Yeah, fuck that ass, fuck that tight butthole," Lisa commands, watching you destroy Jennie. "OH MY GOD," Jennie screams, your cock reaching balls deep in her ass as she fingers her cunt to deal with the heat.

You pull out and let Lisa play a bit, fingering Jennie's putty, before you put Jennie on all fours, her fingering Lisa's pussy while you spank and fuck her ass. "AHHHHH," Lisa screams as both girls have their hands in her pussy, Lisa squirting hard on Jennie's face, making her friend laugh. "OH YEAH!" Jennis screams. "Clean that mess up," Lisa orders her, Jennie obliging as she dives into her friend's cunt.

The anal pounding continues, you now putting both your feet on the couch to mount on top of Jennie. "That's so fucking intense," Jennie says. Lisa is hungry, also getting on top of her friend to bob her head on your cock and finger her pussy. "That's what I want to see," you tell Lisa, who gets your cock super wet to keep fucking Jennie in the ass, you thanking Lisa by kissing her.

Jennie gets her ass spanked and begs for God. "Get your ass down and cum on that dick," you tell her, you and Lisa sharing more kisses as she keeps helping you by using her mouth to lube your cock up.

After you're done with Jennie, once again you switch between girls, putting your thumb up Lisa's asshole". "There we go, right in that pretty ass," you say as you start lubing Lisa's ass up, getting it shiny for your cock while she eats Jennie out. "Oh my God, fuck," Lisa moans, getting her face down on the couch as she gets penetrated from behind.

"You can take it, baby," you tell Lisa as you push your cock deeper in her asshole. Jennie helps you, spreading her friend's cheeks. "OH MY GOD, YOUR FUCKING COCK IS SO BIG," Lisa screams, Jennie licking her face and laughing at her friend turned into a cocksleeve. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," Lisa continues to scream, Jennie spanking her ass. "You look so big in her ass," Jennie says, enjoying the view as Lisa gets pounded hard.

"YES, STRETCH MY TINY FUCKING ASSHOLE," Lisa begs as you relentlessly pound her ass. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," she screams, Jennie coming to kiss her. Soon, you also mount on top of Lisa, pushing your cock at a straight angle while Jennie taps her friend's cunt. "AH, AH, AH, AH," Lisa moans. "Taste my pussy," Jennie tells her, letting Lisa savor it as you keep stretching her ass out, pumping steadily and leaving your mark in her tight hole.

"That's right, baby," you tell Lisa, grabbing her butt and thrusting faster than ever. Lisa fingers Jennie's pussy as you spank her ass, trying to make her friend squirt in her face, but Jennie only giggles. "Come in here," you say to Lisa, grabbing her body and lifting her legs up, pushing her against your lap.

"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, YES," Lisa gets her ass pounded as you choke her, leaving her with no control of her body, Jennie licking her friend's cunt as Lisa gets destroyed hard, your cock showing no mercy towards her. "FUCK YEAH, FUCK THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE, OH MY GOD," Lisa screams as you continue to pump it. "Damn, it looks so fucking huge; you're taking her balls fucking deep in that ass," Jennie says, fingering Lisa's pussy.

As soon as you pull out of Lisa, Jennie is there to bob her head on your cock, tasting her friend's dirty asshole to the fullest. "Shit," you groan as Jennie deepthroats you, she and Lisa taking turns sucking your cock and driving you crazy, Jennie going even further and putting her fingers on your asshole.

Jennie and Lisa spread their legs on the couch. "I love watching you masturbate," Jennie says to Lisa. You push your cock back in Jennie's ass. "Oh my gosh," Jennie moans, fingering her pussy. "I want it so fucking bad," Jennie says, you pulling her bra to the side to see more of her tits and enjoying your cock bulge under her belly. "Your cock is so good inside me," Jennie says.

"It's turning me on so much watching you fuck her," Lisa says. "Then let's have a turn," you tell her, switching to Lisa's ass as she puts a vibrator in her pussy. "OH MY GOD, IT'S BETTER THAN I THOUGHT," Lisa says. "I'm all yours, daddy," she continues, you pumping her ass with her long legs fully spread while Jennie rubs her tits. "LOOK AT YOU JUST FUCKING SLAMMING IT IN MY ASS," Lisa tells you, looking at Jennie and kissing her.

"I'm also getting turned on by watching you get fucked," Jennie says to Lisa. "YES, YES, YES, FUCK, OH MY GOD, IT'S ALL IN," Lisa screams, your cock getting deeper and deeper in her ass as you give her a mating press. "Oh my God, you're fucking crazy; that's so fucking intense," Lisa tells you as her legs shake and you make her squirt.

"I want to sit on top of that cock," Jennie tells you as you position yourself on the couch, sharing some kisses with Lisa as she strokes and sucks your cock to the fullest to let her friend get on top of it. Jennie soon gets close and puts it in her ass.

Jennie rides your cock, you grabbing her waist. "OH FUCK," she screams as you push her body in your direction and pump upwards, Lisa masturbating to the scene and giggling as Jennie gets pumped, her tits bouncing all over the place while Lisa squirts on her, the two girls kissing. "I'm having so much fun," Jennie says. "Fuck that ass," Lisa commands to you.

"Let me taste it a bit," Lisa says, pulling your cock out of Jennie's ass and spanking her butt as she teases her friend. "You want this big black cock back in your ass?" she asks Jennie. "Obviously," Jennie says, Lisa guiding it back into her asshole.

You hammer Jennie's ass really hard, grabbing and spreading her cheeks. "OH MY GODDDD," Jennie screams. Lisa sits on top of her, fingering her pussy and squirting all over Jennie's ass and your shaft, coating both of them wet. She tries to eat your cock, but Jennie comes in first. "Hungry girl, aren't you?" Lisa asks, pushing Jennie to lick all the squirt she dumped over your body, kissing you while Jennie bobs her head on your shaft.

Jennie twerks hard on your cock, showing how much she wants it. "Shake that ass on it," Lisa tells her, you and her spanking Jennie's ass at the same time. "Look at you, twerking like a whore," Lisa says, giving Jennie even harder slaps on her butt. Lisa spreads Jennie's cheeks.

"AHHH, HOLY FUCK," Jennie moans, bouncing harder than ever, tilting her body in your direction as you wrap your arms around her. "Such a whore, all stuffed up by that big black cock," Lisa tells her, Jennie's twerking getting even more insane. "YES, YES, YES," she screams as you keep spanking her ass, Lisa sitting on top of you to eat her pussy. "You like that?" Lisa asks you, squirting all over your face as Jennie turns your cock into her personal fuck toy, moving her ass up and down faster than ever while she sucks Lisa's tits while you spank both their asses.

You put Lisa in a spooning position on the couch. "I'm your fucking whore, your little ragdoll," Lisa tells you as your anaconda gets back in her asshole. "There we go again," you tell her. "OH FUCK, YES DADDY," Lisa screams, getting drilled harder than ever, your cock pushing and clapping her cheeks. "OH YEAH, FUCK MY FUCKING ASS," she begs you. Jennie comes in, licking, spitting, and fingering Lisa's cunt.

"OH YES, DADDY, FUCK THAT ASS," Lisa begs as you now choke her. "YES DADDY, YES DADDY, DESTROY THAT ASS," Lisa continues to beg, you getting rougher than ever with her, Jennie bobbing her head on your cock every time you pull out of Lisa's asshole. "MORE, MORE, MORE, DADDY," Lisa begs. "That's so good, please, be rough with me, Daddy. I WANT YOUR FUCKING COCK DEEP INSIDE MY FUCKING ASS," Lisa screams as you attack her ass hard. "That's so fucking deep," she tells you.

You put Lisa back on all fours on the couch, with Jennie spreading her ass. "Spit all over it, daddy's cock is so big I need more spit," Lisa tells Jennie as she spits on her gape. You mount on top of Lisa. "Daddy, be gentle, your cock is so big," Lisa tells him, putting her face down. "Yes, Daddy, that's the spot, right there," she says as you hit her asshole right where she wants.

"RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, DADDY, OH MY GOD," Lisa screams. "You're sliding so deep in her asshole," Jennie says. You push Lisa's body closer, keeping the intense ramming in her ass. "YES, DADDY, TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING WHORE," she begs you, Jennie spreading her cheeks. "WHO'S YOUR FUCKDOLL, DADDY?" Lisa asks you as she gets drilled hard, her face buried on the couch while Jennie licks her asshole and your shaft. "That tastes so fucking good," Jennie says.

"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING," Lisa screams. "Cum all over that big black cock," Jennie commands her. "AHHHH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING ON DADDY'S COCK, AHHHH SHIT, OH MY GOD," Lisa keeps screaming as she gets her ass destroyed, losing her breath as she squirts all over the floor.

"Oh wow," Lisa moans as you feed your cock for her to taste your ass. Jennie also wants a bit of it and deepthroats it. "I love your cock so much, daddy," Lisa tells you as she gets ready to spread Jennie's cheeks this time, rubbing her fingers around her friend's anus.

"God damn it," Jennie moans as you take her on all fours. "How does it feel, Daddy?" Lisa asks you. "AHHHHH," Jennie screams loudly, Lisa providing you the spit you need to destroy that whore. "Fuck, you're giving it all the way to her, Daddy," Lisa tells you. "Use her fucking asshole, be her daddy too," Lisa tells you.

Jennie smiles at you, Lisa getting under her pussy and tonguing it, making her squirt in her friend's face. You spank Jennie's ass. "OH MY GOD," she screams. "That's what I want to see," you tell Jennie, loving her smile as she gets stretched out by your monster black anaconda. "Give me that ass," you tell Jennie, Lisa coming from time to time to help with some spit.

"She looks so pretty getting fucked like that," Lisa says. "AHHHHH," Jennie screams as she starts to squirt all over Lisa's face. "You like taking that fucking cock all over your ass?" Lisa asks her, you grabbing Jennie's arms from behind as Lisa masturbates to the scene. "That's good," you tell Jennie, feeding your cock to her as she goes insane tasting your ass, Lisa taking second dibs of it.

"This is too easy," you tell the girls, grabbing Lisa and putting her upside down, eating her pussy as you test her flexibility, her bobbing her head on your cock as you two perform an upside down 69, Jennie coming in and sucking your balls while Lisa chokes on your cock. You fuck Lisa's face a few times, spanking her ass and making her squirt on your face. "Daddy didn't come here to play," you tell them.

"Let me get one final round in those pussies," you say to the girls, putting Jennie on the couch and shoving your cock in her cunt. Lisa watches, cumming to the scene and squirting all over Jennie's body. "Give her all that squirt," you tell Lisa. "Yes, Daddy," Lisa promptly obliges, showering Jennie further with her squirts.

"Come here, Lisa, I want to cum in that pussy," you tell her. "YES, DADDY, BREED THAT FUCKING PUSSY, FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, GIVE ME THAT BLACK BABY I CRAVE FOR," Lisa screams, Jennie fingering her and tightening her pussy until you finally empty your balls inside that Thai cunt. "Fuck, Daddy, that's so good; you fed my pussy with so much cum," Lisa says.

"You're such a good friend to me, Jennie; thanks for the opportunity. What an honor it was to take on that big black cock," Lisa tells her. "Thank you," Jennie says. "But I owe you a favor as well," she continues, already plotting her next move. "Tell me," Lisa says. "Can you please lend me that Black dancer from your stage for me?" Jennie asks. "Of course," Lisa answers.

Chapter 3 - 3 AM Afterparty

Jennie ended another successful night at Coachella. She was ready to party now. Carrying her convoy, she went to a nightclub, partying hard all night until 3 in the morning. As the party was about to finish, she brought you and Lisa's backup dancer to a car.

"Drive me to my room; I'm gonna devour you," Jennie commanded, and you obliged. She was so horny she started to squirt over the car's window, a crazy sight for the few who were able to see it this late at night. Jennie then licked the squirt that landed in the window.

Jennie arrived at the room, taking the top of her clothes off and pouring some Chantilly on her tits. "Lick my boobs," she told both of you, who promptly put your tongues all over them, savoring her tasty, perky pair of tits. But little did you know things were about to get much crazier.

Jennie took her clothes off, leaving only her panties on as she ran in your direction like a mad, horny girl, moving fast to pull your pants down and chase what she was craving, your big, fat cock, diving straight to lick your balls. "I missed it so much," she said, moving at a crazy pace all over your crotch as she got herself on all fours and worshipped your ballsack.

It didn't take long for Jennie to start sucking your cock, running her hands over your torso, and deepthroating it with ease, her hungry eyes and drenching saliva telling how much she needed it for the night. "Do I look good with this big black cock in my mouth?" she asked you. "Of course," you answered her. The other dancer clearly wanted a slice of the pie too, getting behind her and surprising Jennie by pulling her panties down, making her moan instantly.

You and the dancer stripped Jennie fully naked, her getting to the floor and switching between taking turns kissing you both. She moved in your direction, stroking your cock and spitting on it as she gave you a strong no-hands blowjob. "Fuck, baby, I missed that sexy mouth so much," you told her, watching Jennie impale herself all over your cock and enjoying every second of it.

"Serve him too," you told Jennie, making her crawl on all fours towards the other dancer, all three of you already without any clothes on. As she crawled in his direction, you spanked her ass. "Yeah," she moaned, diving to suck his big black dick under your watch. "Suck that dick, you fucking slut," you told her.

"So yummy," Jennie said as she sucked his cock. You gave Jennie no time to ease up. As soon as she dove to eat the dancer's asshole, you inserted your cock straight inside her wet cunt. "Fuck, baby, you're already hungry to stretch that pussy out with that big fucking cock," she says.

You grab Jennie's ass, spanking it and fucking her pussy hard as you push her face against the dancer's asshole. "Oh, fuck, stretch it out, baby, take that big black cock deep in my pussy," Jennie commands as you continue to spank her ass. "I love having two cocks taking care of me, sucking one and taking one in my pussy," she continues.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD," Jennie screams as you relentlessly attack her pussy. "You like that? That big fucking cock in your pussy? Take it all, bitch," you tell her, making Jennie roll her eyes and smile as you choke her and clap her cheeks. "OH MY GOD, OH FUCK," she loudly screams.

After a quick pounding, you pull out of Jennie's pussy, and you and the dancer get up while Jennie kneels to suck both your cocks. "Good slut, suck that cock, oh shit," you say. "Damn, she's so fucking sexy," you continue, you and the dancer groping her tits. "Yes, there we go," Jennie says, bobbing her head on both cocks before you bring her in your direction to fuck her face. "Get that dick in there," you tell her.

Jennie screams as she gags on your cock. "Such a nasty girl," you say as she jumps from one cock to another at blazing speed, coating both of them with her saliva as she keeps moving and even putting both of them in her mouth at the same time. "Fuck, this slut is hungry tonight even after all that partying," you say.

The dancer gets his first turn at fucking Jennie. "Damn, this pussy is amazing," he says. "Nice and deep, I want your big black cock all over my pussy," she tells him as she sucks your cock in a spit-roasting session, his thrusts getting faster and making her tits jiggle. "OH FUCK," she screams as her cunt gets stretched out, her gagging hard on your cock.

"Yes, baby, give me those long fucking strokes in my pussy, AHHHH," Jennie commands to the dancer, suddenly screaming as his monster cock hits her cervix. You enjoy watching the way he fucks her, especially how he makes her tits bounce hard and her cheeks loudly clap at each thrust. "FUCK, THAT'S DEEP," she screams, jerking off your cock while he puts his thumb in her asshole.

"You want to go there? It won't take long," Jennie teases the dancer as she continues to enjoy getting pounded by him on the couch. He spreads her cheeks, sweeping his tongue all over her pussy and asshole while she spits all over your cock, before giving her another round of deep thrusts and spanks in her already quite red ass.

"Let's go to the tub," Jennie says as she rewards both of you for this warm-up with a nice tonguing inside your assholes. "Hmmm, delicious," Jennie says as she licks the dancer's balls and eats his ass before moving to worship your own asshole, ducking her tiny body under your massive frame and fingering herself as she gives your asshole a good treatment, coming from behind to bury her face on it while you grab her head and push her against it.

Jennie gets on top of the tub she was a couple of hours ago preparing for the concert. She positions herself close to the mirror, letting the dancer go for another round as he penetrates her cunt from behind, her pushing her hands against the mirror as she turns into a fuck doll for his big black cock.

"OH FUCK, USE THAT PUSSY," Jennie begs as she gets pounded hard. "Go deep, look how much she likes it," you tell the dancer as you get on top of the tub. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, YEAH," Jennie screams loudly, only your cock able to muffle her screams as the dancer showcases his pounding abilities.

"You like that? You like pushing that big, fat cock deep in my pussy?" Jennie asks the dancer as you slap your cock all over her face. "OH FUCK," she screams. "Stretch my cunt, make me cum," she begs, rolling her eyes as the dancer keeps pounding her hard.

"THAT'S GONNA MAKE ME CUM, THAT'S GONNA MAKE ME CUM, FUCK," Jennie screams as a massive pump of squirt comes out of her cunt and makes the bathtub floor quite slippery. "YES, THAT'S SO GOOD," she screams, the dancer only giving a couple of thrusts until she cums again. "FUCKKKK," she screams, cumming multiple times.

"You guys wanna pass me around? I'd love that," Jennie says as she moves in your direction, jerking your cock off against her navel while you grope her tits and the dancer sits on the side of the tub, stroking his cock as well. "Rub my pussy, please," she begs, both of you getting your hands all over it.

"OH YES, RIGHT THERE," Jennie screams as you put your hands all over her cunt. "OH FUCKKKKKK," she screams as you make her let out a geyser of squirt. "That's good, your filthy hands making my pussy cum this good; I gotta reward you," she says.

"Sit there," Jennie commands to you as you get on the side of the tub. Soon, she is mounting on top of your pole, moving it towards her asshole. "Right in my fucking ass for making me cum," she tells you, impaling her butthole on your cock, wrapping her right arm around your head as she moves her hips up and down that shaft.

"Oh my God, I love that cock deep in my ass," Jennie says, giving you sloppy kisses as you grab her bouncy tits, her fingers on her cunt and her ready to cum all over your cock. "Open your legs, let's make a sandwich," the dancer tells her. "Like that?" Jennie obliges, spreading them up in the air and leaving her pussy wide open for him to shove his cock inside.

"Yes, give me those two, oh my God," Jennie says as she gets stuffed in a big black cock sausage fest. "Let me get you guys a little wetter first," she says, getting on her knees in the tub and taking turns sucking both your cocks, giving some crazy deepthroating, and spitting all over both dicks. You grab her head, pushing it against your shaft and making her gag. "Oh, fuck," you groan as Jennie holds onto an amazing deepthroat.

"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT," Jennie says as she spreads her legs over the tub for the dancer to take her in the ass, you still pushing her head against your shaft. "She looks so slutty in this position," you say as Jennie gets anally drilled while stroking your cock. "Yes, get in my fucking ass, oh fuck," she commands to the dancer.

Jennie sticks her tongue out and spreads her cheeks, kissing you as she takes a good anal pounding. "Fuck me like that; it's so good," she tells the dancer. "He wants you to sit on his cock," the dancer says after a while. "Oh yeah, that's what I want," she says.

You grab Jennie's tiny body, lifting it up as you put your cock back in her ass; the dancer comes in and puts it in her pussy, giving her a standing DP. "There we go, right there, right there," Jennie says, positioning both cocks as she gets pounded with her body up in the air. "YES, THAT'S GOOD, TWO BIG BLACK COCKS INSIDE ME," she screams as you two briefly double-stuff her.

You take Jennie back to the living room, shoving her back against the couch as you take her sideways back in her cunt. "You like watching that cock destroy my pussy?" she asks the dancer as you now take control of her body. "That's a big fucking cock. I'm so spoiled with two big fucking black dicks fighting for my attention and using my holes," she says.

You tease Jennie, putting one of your fingers up her asshole as you fuck her pussy. "Wanna switch, baby?" she asks you as you push your finger deep in her anus. You promptly oblige. "Let me do it," Jennie says, guiding your cock inside her asshole while she smiles at the dancer.

"That's a big cock, right where it belongs, deep in my fucking ass, fuck," Jennie curses as you start thrusting inside her butthole. "Looks like she's enjoying it a lot," the dancer says as she smiles at him, your cock giving her ass no room to breathe, pumping it hard as she chokes on the dancer's cock to cope with the heat.

"YESSSS," Jennie screams as you pound her ass hard. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES, THAT'S WHAT I LIKE, GIVE ME ALL, she commands as you spank her ass as hard as your cock gets deeper and deeper in her butt. She bobs her head on the dancer's cock, muffling her moans briefly. "Damn," you say as Jennie's ass squeezes your cock, you opening her legs.

"I love how you stretch my ass open, fuck," Jennie moans as she fingers her cunt. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screams as you make loud noises, clapping her cheeks. "That's good, that's fucking good," she says. You switch a bit to her pussy. "BACK IN THAT PUSSY, BACK IN THAT PUSSY," she screams.

You let the dancer take his turn on Jennie, him putting his cock back in her pussy. "Yeah, like that, like that, take turns on me, AHHHH," Jennie begs as she gets fucked in missionary by him. "Break my pussy," Jennie begs him as she tastes her holes in your cock, the dancer pumping her nonstop. "I'm gonna destroy that shit," he says, going very fast.

"FUCK," Jennie screams as she gets her pussy plowed. You take your turn in her cunt next, her spreading her legs for your cock to get in there with ease. "Oh my God, that's so good," she moans, watching you bulge under her belly. "Let me see that cock under my stomach," she begs, the dancer sucking her toes as you fuck Jennie.

"OH FUCKKKK, OH FUCKKKK," Jennie suddenly screams as your hard thrusts make her squirt again. You enjoy watching it and make sure she squirts further, rubbing your cock against her clit and making her cunt shower it with more juices. "She's making it rain," you tell Jennie, kissing her and switching to her asshole, drilling it hard. "AHHHH YEAH," she screams, you using her like a ragdoll and choking her.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," Jennie screams as you once again rub your cock against her entrance, her asshole so prolapsed you can see the rosebud of it, her face getting increasingly sweaty as she tries, in vain, to hold herself, before another massive geyser of squirt comes out of her cunt.

"Take both holes, one after the other," Jennie begs as you toy with her, switching between her cunt and asshole effortlessly. "Damn, I love that, feeling this big black cock going back and forth in my holes," she says. You push her body a little sideways, letting the dancer take his turn as you jerk your cock off in her face.

"Are you the biggest slut ever?" you ask Jennie. "Yes, I am," she says, before diving into your balls, eating your asshole, and jerking your cock off as the dancer keeps pounding her cunt. "Keep fucking it, yeah, yeah," she begs him. "Destroy her pussy," you command him, who goes harder than ever. "Use that fucking pussy," Jennie also asks, you moving to fuck her face.

"Come here," you tell Jennie, grabbing her hair. "YES, YES, YES," she screams, enjoying it as she sticks her tongue out as you spank her ass, putting her on all fours. "OH FUCK, THAT'S FUCKING DEEP, THAT'S FUCKING DEEP, OH FUCK, GIVE IT TO ME," Jennie screams, you tying her arms behind her back and fucking her in the ass, using her like a ragdoll and topping her on a prone bone.

"Oh yeah," you groan as you destroy Jennie's ass, choking her. "OH MY FUCKING GOD, AH, AH, AH, AH," Jennie screams, you completely on top of her. "You won't be able to pray to God; I'm gonna destroy that shithole," you tell her, manhandling her ass like nothing. "FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," Jennie screams, her face showing you she likes it rougher, her dirty words making you push even harder. "AHHHHH," Jennie screams as she creams the couch with more juices.

"Your turn now," you tell the dancer, Jennie getting her ass up before he gets to fuck it. "THAT'S DEEP, THAT'S FUCKING DEEP," she screams as soon as his cock finds its way inside her, him laughing as Jennie keeps being used like a sex doll. "There we go," Jennie says as he mounts on top of her like a bull fucking a cow, you slapping your cock in her face and then spanking it with your hands. "You like that cock destroying your ass, you fucking slut?" you ask her.

"YES," Jennie answers, you two sharing kisses as the dancer keeps manhandling her butthole. "Take it," you tell her, jerking your cock off as you choke her. "You want to cum on that cock, don't you?" you ask her. "Yeah," Jennie says, her voice barely being heard as each thrust of him makes her get more and more out of breath.

"Cum on that big cock," you order Jennie. "OH FUCK," Jennie moans, her ass recoiling as the dancer keeps giving her hard and deep thrusts. "Give it to her," you command him, your cock grabbing her face and fucking her throat. "I'M YOUR FUCKDOLL," she screams, cumming all over his dick.

"You liked his cock way too much for my liking. I gotta punish you, you fucking slut," you say to Jennie, grabbing her body immediately and carrying it up, holding yourself against the wall as you stick your cock back in her ass while she desperately reaches to finger her clit.

"Oh yeah," Jennie moans as you shove your fingers inside her cunt. "KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, OH FUCK," she suddenly screams, you making her cunt rain. You push your cock up her asshole. "You told me to fuck, so there it goes," you tell her, grabbing both her thighs and carry-fucking her hard. "OH MY GOD," Jennie screams as you lift her up and make her squirt one more time.

You shove Jennie back against the couch, putting her on a mating press as you go back to pumping her pussy. "I want to end the night cumming inside you just like that," you tell her, Jennie smiling as you attack her pussy and the dancer rubs her tits. "Oh yeah, that's deep, that's deep," she moans. You grab her thighs, spanking them as you enjoy her smiling with your cock destroying her cunt all the way deep into her cervix while she plays with her tits.

"You're my fucking master, my big daddy, my best big black cock ever," Jennie says as you continue to drill her pussy. "Damn, you're still tight," you say to her, slowing down to kiss her. "You stretch me so good," she says, answering with more kisses as you fully top her, giving her a crazy mating press she'll never forget.

"OH MY GOSH, FUCK," Jennie screams, your cock hitting her pussy as deep as possible, your balls almost going inside her. "Fuck, right there, like that, like that," Jennie moans, your cock attacking her at a straight angle as you get on top of the couch, her pussy squeezing it hard. "RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, YES PLEASE," she begs.

"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT," Jennie moans, your cock getting deeper and deeper in her cunt, smacking your balls against her clit. You can't resist the urge and nut inside her. "Fuck," you groan. "That's what I want, to breed my tight pussy with that big black cock," she says, spreading her pussy lips as she watches your cum ooze out of it.

As Jennie waits for you to recover from blowing your load in her, she bounces on the dancer's cock in one of the chairs. "I want two dicks in me, one in my ass and one in my pussy. I want to feel both of them at the same time. Do it, please," Jennie tells you as you jerk your cock off right beside her face, these words turning you instantly hard as Jennie sucks your cock and worships your balls, preparing it for one more round.

Jennie's incredible mouth gets your cock throbbing in a matter of minutes, as you see her wide-open asshole ripe for the taking, shoving your cock back inside it as you two double-stuff Jennie.

"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, THAT'S TWO FUCKING BIG COCKS IN MY HOLES," Jennie screams as you pump hard in her ass, the dancer pumping her pussy from down low. "Oh, that's good, that's fucking good," she moans as you two attack her holes. "TAKE IT DEEP IN BOTH MY HOLES, DO IT, DO IT, FUCK IT," she begs, her eyes rolling as she starts bouncing on both cocks.

"THAT'S WHAT I WANT, MY HOLES STRETCHED WIDE OPEN BY TWO BIG BLACK COCKS, AHHHH," Jennie moans, clinging to the chair. "USE MY HOLES, USE MY HOLES," she continues to beg, you attacking her ass fast. "MAKE ME TAKE IT, OH THAT GOOD," she screams, you grabbing her body.

"LET ME GET DOWN, LET ME FUCK THOSE BIG BLACK COCKS BACK," Jenie says, moving her hips against both cocks. You quickly retain control, taking her ass at full speed. "OH FUCK I'M CUMMING," she screams, squirting all over both cocks. "I want more," Jennie says, bouncing on the dancer's cock as you insert your cock back in her ass.

"Look at how I take both those dicks like a good fucking slut," Jennie says as you choke her as you pound her ass nonstop. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screams, the dancer groping her tits as they bounce with your thrusts. "FUCK, THAT'S DEEP," she screams. "Keep going, don't pull out," she begs, lowering her tits for the dancer to suck while you keep pounding her ass.

You top Jennie to the fullest, showing who owns her. "OH MY GOD," she screams as you destroy her ass like a raging bull. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she continues to scream, your deep thrusts making her almost lose her breath. "I love those big black cocks stretching both my holes at the same time," she says.

"Let me taste my fucking holes out of you," Jennie says as she sucks your cock, the dancer still pumping her pussy in the chair. "That pussy feels so good," he says. "OH FUCKKKK," Jennie suddenly screams as she cums all over his dick, her prolapsed asshole popping out.

Jennie sucks the dancer's mouth in the chair, making crazy moves. "Yeah, yeah, that's good, I needed that so bad," she says as he pumps her hard before switching to her asshole. "Fuck, that's good," Jennie says, spreading her ass as he lets him pump her like crazy. "Yes, use my asshole," she says, him spanking her ass.

You get back in Jennie's ass for more double stuffing. "Look how fucking full I am," she says as you give even harder thrusts. "That's it, girl," you tell her. "YES, YES, FUCK THAT ASS, YOUR COCK IS SO BIG," she says. "Come on, take it; isn't that what you want?" you ask her.

"FUCK, I'M GONNA SQUIRT," Jennie says, both cocks taking her holes hard and deep. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, I'M SQUIRTING," Jennie screams, tons of juices once again leaking out of her cunt. "She likes being all stuffed up by our big cocks," you say.

Jennie sits back on the couch, right on the dancer's lap. "Sit on his dick," you command her, Jennie already very wasted. "She likes it a lot," you say. "OH YES I DO," Jennie answers, kissing him in front of you as she gets ready to bounce on his cock, stroking it before she puts it in her pussy. "Oh shit," he screams, Jennie riding it to perfection.

"OH YEAH," Jennie screams as she switches sides, getting herself pounded in the ass as the dancer thrusts up inside her asshole. "OH FUCK YES, KEEP FUCKING ME, KEEP FUCKING ME," she screams, her legs trembling as she sucks your cock, her pussy squirting as she tries to keep her balance. "LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT, RIGHT IN MY FUCKING ASS," she screams, squirting one more time and making it pull out.

"Bend over," you command Jennie as she follows your instructions, getting on the floor with her face down and ass up. "Like that, on my knees?" Jennie asks, You put your cock in her ass back at a straight angle. "Oh my God, I like that," she says. "You do?" you ask her, spanking her ass. "I do; it's so good. I love your big black cock fucking me back and forth," she says as you push her head against the floor.

"Keep going, fuck that ass, that's so good," Jennie begs. The dancer joins in her pussy, the two cocks stuffing. "HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, THERE ARE TWO BIG FUCKING DICKS INSIDE ME," Jennie screams. "Make me your fucking slut," she begs, you two thrusting hard on both holes, completely dominating the slut on the floor.

"Let's go upstairs to the bedroom," you say to Jennie. "Yes, I'm ready to have my holes used a little more," she answers. You carry Jennie upstairs, tossing her to the bedroom. The dancer dives to eat her pussy out as you kiss her. "Lick it," Jennie commands, you soon shoving your cock down her mouth while her cunt gets worshipped down low, pounding her face and making her gag on your big black meat.

You sit on Jennie's face, letting her lick your asshole like the nasty girl she is, before putting your cock back in her mouth and stuffing her throat full of it, enjoying as it bulges under her neck, hearing the gagging noises coming out of her mouth. "YESSSS, THAT'S SO GOOD," she screams.

"You want me to sit on it? Sit on this fucking cock?" Jennie asks the dancer, ready to keep getting impaled in her ass. "Hold it up and let me slide down it," she says, bouncing on it as she fingers her cunt. "OH YEAH, THAT'S GOOD, THAT'S FUCKING GOOD, KEEP PUMPING, KEEP FUCKING ME," she screams until she squirts.

"PUT YOUR DICK IN MY MOUTH," Jennie begs you, the dancer plowing her ass nonstop as she turns into a squirting mess. "OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO GOOD," she says, bouncing on his cock as she gets pounded hard. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, LET ME SUCK IT OFF," she says, diving on his cock and licking her juices.

You seize the opportunity and stick your cock back inside Jennie's cunt. "Yeah, put that dick in my pussy," she celebrates while jerking off and bobbing her head on the dancer's cock, you going balls deep in her cunt. "USE MY FUCKING SLUTTY HOLE," she begs, you groping her tits as your cock bulges under her belly.

"I LOVE TAKING THAT BIG BLACK DICK DEEP IN MY PUSSY," Jennie screams as she gets ragdolled, licking the dancer's shaft while you spread her legs to keep pumping her. "I love it, I love it," she repeats, putting herself on all fours in the bed and letting you top her again, sticking your cock in her ass.

"Take that ass, fucking take it, in and out, destroy it," Jennie commands as you fuck her ass balls deep, her head getting pushed against the dancer's cock. "I LOVE IT, I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK STRETCHING MY FUCKING ASS," she screams. "DEEPER, DEEPER, OH FUCK," she screams, trying to muffle her moans on the dancer's cock to no avail.

"GIVE ME LONG STROKES, LONG FUCKING STROKES, FUCK MY ASS BALLS DEEP," she keeps commanding. "MAKE ME SQUIRT, MAKE ME SQUIRT, PLEASE," she begs, your balls clapping hard against her cheeks as you destroy her like a raging bull, attacking her asshole balls deep and putting a massive gape on it.

"You want me back on it?" Jennie asks the dancer, taking her ass from one dick to another as she sits on his one more time. "You like watching his dick in my hole? You like watching me take this big black dick? I'm such a good fucking girl taking," she asks, teasing you as she squirts all over his cock. "OH FUCK YES, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM," she screams as another massive geyser of juices erupts from her cunt.

However, you want nothing to do with her bullshit, as you quickly make sure to stick your cock in her cunt too, giving her the reverse cowgirl DP she's craving. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she celebrates as she gets double stuffed again, both cocks pumping her holes as hard as possible. "POUND IT, POUND IT, POUND IT, AHHHH," Jennie begs, getting ragdolled as you two show no mercy towards her already sore holes.

"YES, TAKE THOSE HOLES, MAKE ME CUM REALLY HARD," Jennie begs, getting pumped hard as you two make her squirt. "I'M COMING," Jennie screams, both of you rubbing your cocks against her entrance to make her squirt hard before resuming with the rough DP. "MORE, MORE, MORE, THAT'S SO FUCKING FUN, KEEP DOING IT," she screams, taking both cocks hard. "MAKE ME A GOOD SLUT," she continues to beg.

"FUCKKKK," Jennie screams again as you start rubbing your cock against her clit for more squirting. As the dancer pops out, you can see her heavily prolapsed anus, a massive crater opening in her butthole. "Call it the black hole," you say, toying with her as your tip makes her squirt. "YES, MAKE IT RAIN, BABY," she tells you.

"USE THEM, USE THEM, OH YEAH, USE THOSE FUCKING HOLES," Jennie begs, her tits bouncing hard as the thrusting inside her keeps going. "You like fucking that slutty hole?" she asks you. "I love being a double-stuffed dirty slut, taking all these cocks," she says.

"LET ME SUCK BOTH OF YOU," Jennie says as she gets out of the BBC sandwich. rewarding both of you with sexy blowjobs as she sits on the dancer's cock, letting him plow her cunt. "YES, STICK THAT BIG BLACK COCK DEEP IN MY PUSSY," she says, spreading her legs and riding him. "Put your fucking dick in my face," she tells you, bobbing her head hard on it while she gets plowed from down low. "AHHH, AHHHH, YES," she screams in between heavy deepthroats of your cock, then dives into your balls and licks your asshole.

"That's good, deep in my hole like that," Jennie says as she continues to ride the dancer while making a sloppy mess of your cock up top. You two kiss each other, her giggling as you two share your saliva. "Yes, make me a drooling, filthy fucking slut," she says.

You get jealous of Jennie having so much fun with another dude, you grab her body and put her upside down, eating her cunt out. "WOOOOO," she screams. "AHAHAHAH," she starts giggling, you sweeping your tongue all over her pussy while she bobs her head upside down on the dancer's cock, gagging all over it as both of you worship her body and eat her cunt together.

"Oh, I love it. Are both of you ready to cum inside me?" Jennie asks as you pound her ass deep, her legs wrapped around your head, you switching back and forth between her holes. "Let me ride you; I want to make you cum in my ass," Jennie tells you.

"Wanna cum in me, baby?" Jennie asks, twerking her ass hard on your cock. "Do it, do it, cum in my ass," she commands. "Get that fucking cream, that's what I want," she commands, you suddenly popping in her asshole, her farting the cum all over your belly. "Let me lick it," Jennie says, sweeping her tongue all over your navel and licking your cum.

"Am I going to get that cream next?" Jennie says as she now moves towards the dancer. "Film it, baby," she commands as she now opens her legs for the dancer's cock. "Are you ready to watch your friend dump his load all over my pussy?" Jennie asks you.

"I want it in both holes; give me that creampie, give it to my pussy," Jennie says. I'm ready for that fucking load," she continues as the dancer gives her a mating press. "I DESERVE IT, I DESERVE IT, I DESERVE THAT FUCKING LOAD. EXPLODE ALL OVER MY PUSSY, FILL ME WITH THAT FUCKING CUM," she begs. "Fucking do it, make me a good slut, fill me up, give it to me."

"DO IT, GIVE ME THAT BIG LOAD, I FEEL THAT DICK THROBBING READY TO POP IN MY PUSSY," she pushes the dancers. "I feel that dick getting ready. Give it to me. I deserve that fucking creampie," she says, you filming all of it. "I WANT IT, I WANT IT, PLEASE, PUT THAT WHITE LOAD IN MY PUSSY, I FEEL THAT FUCKING DICK TWITCHING," she begs the dancer, who finally ejaculates deep in her womb.

"TWO FUCKING CREAMPIES FOR ME, CUM IN BOTH HOLES, WHAT A NIGHT," Jennie says as she celebrates getting filled up to the brim. Jennie fingers her clit, squirting as she enjoys both creampies. "FUCKKKK," she squirts one more time.

Jennie squirts so hard your cum leaks out of her asshole. "I feel it coming out," she says, farting it fully into the bedsheets and then diving to lick it from it. "Let me clean it off those sheets," she says.

"Damn, I'm so dirty, I need a shower," Jennie says as your cum drops out of her chin, her rubbing it out on her body as she slurps it from the bedsheets. "Let's take a shower," you say to her.

You, the dancer, and Jennie finding their way to the shower, her kissing you both. He grabs and sucks her tits while you rub her from behind. "Make me all dirty and clean me all up; that's what I like," Jennie says, both of you rubbing your hands in her ass. You take your cock inside her pussy, giving her gentle thrusts until you cum inside it, Jennie enjoying it dribbling out of her cunt.

Jennie notices you want to pee. "Give me that piss too, I want to drink it, she says, getting on her knees and licking your creampie from the floor before you unload a massive river of piss coming out of your cock straight into her mouth. The dancer follows suit, popping his own piss all over her body. "Damn, that was good," Jennie says.

You three go to sleep, Jennie leaving you a message of where to meet her the next morning as she's long gone. You arrive at the address she told you, one guy telling you she's at the rooftop, where you find an insane scene: Jennie naked by the pool with Lisa and Rosé alongside her and a crew of 7 BBCs ready to fuck them as soon as given the green light. Jennie sees you, inviting you towards the pool as you move in her direction and kiss her.

"I think we can start now," she says.

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Hold You Tight: Part 23

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 22 | Series Masterlist | Part 24

Chapter Word Count: Over 5.8k

Chapter Summary: Bucky wants answers from Clark.

Chapter Warnings: Heavy violence, torture, blood, talk of assault, threats, obsession, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), Bucky's POV, more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight. Thank you again for sticking with me, and this is our first chapter from Bucky's POV! This is a heavy chapter, so proceed with caution. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-in-darkness . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky Barnes wasn't a good man. He figured that out a long time ago. He believed he had good qualities deep down thanks to his mom, but they didn't surface a lot in his line of work or way of life. They couldn’t, otherwise he would’ve been eaten alive. So he took a page out of his dad’s book, as much as he would never admit it, and made sure he was on top in his world. He thrived as a king, even though he had no queen to share his life with.

Until you came along.

He sighed, gazing at a photo of you on his phone. He brushed his finger along the screen, his heart aching from how beautiful you were. Loving you should've been a weakness, but it made him feel invincible. You were so wonderfully different from the people he surrounded himself with- unafraid to call him out on his bullshit, leading with kindness, and too pure for the world he lived in. He knew that, but he was too selfish to let you go because you brought light back into his life.

He had to be careful not to snuff it out.

“Buck?” Steve asked.

Bucky stared at your photo for a few seconds longer. “Hmm?”

“You ready?”

Looking down the hall at his office door, his heart clenched. He logically knew you were safe and sound with Natasha, but he wanted to rush back to you and not let you out of his sight. He wanted to hold you, comfort you, let you know that-

“Buck?” Steve gently asked.

Turning away, he shook his head. He’d have you back in his arms soon enough, and he had business to take care of. “Yeah.” He smirked and tucked his phone away. “I think we let our guest squirm long enough.”

His blood boiled with each step he took, anger etched in his features as he descended to the club basement. It was an area that only select staff and men had access to, the ones he had introduced you to. He’d never bring you down there. You’d already have enough nightmares thanks to everything that had happened and he didn’t want to give you one more.

The men scattered around the room stood silently as he made it to the last step. The tension was thick enough to choke on, most of them likely wondering who Clark was and why he was worth the trouble of shutting down the club for the night. No one asked though. No one breathed a word.

“Gentlemen,” he smiled, his eyes sweeping across the room. “Before I introduce the guest of honor for the evening, I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that whatever happens down here stays down here.”

He shrugged his jacket off as he noted a few nods and grunts of acknowledgement. Trust wasn’t easy. Neither was loyalty. He had no reason to doubt anyone in this room though, and there was no reason to threaten any of them.

“Good. Hal, would you mind pouring me a drink?” he asked as if he had all the time in the world. “Jake?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m here,” he said, taking a step forward.

Bucky had to smile. Curtis and Ari stood beside Jake, almost like they were protecting him, but he didn’t need protection. Jake was strong in his own right, and one of the smartest men he knew. He was a valuable asset, even if he didn’t always agree with his methods.

“You get that file I asked about?” Bucky took the glass from Hal while Jake nodded quickly. “Why don’t you tell everyone about him before we bring him out here?”

Jake pushed his glasses up. “M… Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he answered, casually sipping his whiskey.

“Sure.” The former military Captain retrieved a small tablet from his bag and swiped a few times. “The guy tied up in the closet is Kal, renamed Clark Joseph Kent after he was adopted by Jonathan and Martha Kent. Only child, and grew up on a farm in Kansas. Been in and out of therapy for anger management.” That may have explained part of why he snapped. “He moved to Metropolis years ago and worked for The Daily Planet. Moved here over a year ago to work for The Tribune.”

Thor chuckled, taking a sip from his own tumbler. “What is this? Did Kent try to write a scathing article about you? I thought everyone at The Tribune was on our payroll.”

Bucky understood why Thor thought that. Just about everyone in the room had done something worthy of attracting the wrong sort of attention, which they always made sure got buried. “Not this one, and we’ll get to why he’s here,” Bucky said, motioning for Jake to continue.

Jake cleared his throat. “He was recently discussing moving to Gotham to work for The Gotham Gazette. Bruce Wayne even wrote him a letter of recommendation before he was hired.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. Everyone knew who Bruce Wayne was. Rich, brilliant, basically Tony Stark without the ego. Clark wasn’t kidding when he said he had a powerful friend, but he had been leaning toward Zemo being that friend.

Was Clark planning to drag you to Gotham? The thought of another man trying to take you out of the city made him want to commit violence. And he would soon enough.

“Did you find anything on a woman named Lois?” Bucky asked. You told Bucky that he had recently split with his girlfriend, and you also asked to find out what happened to her. If anyone could find out anything, Jake could, and Bucky didn’t want to let you down.

Jake swiped twice. “Yeah. Lois Lane. Moved here with Clark and also a journalist, but she wasn’t working for The Tribune and she stopped going to work about a month ago. Emailed her resignation notice to her boss. Didn’t even go in to get her stuff.” He looked around the room. “I don’t… I don’t think anyone has really seen her.”

Bucky’s stomach sank a bit. He didn’t know Lois, but he knew it would break your heart if something happened to her. “You still in contact with Pooch and Cougar?” Jake nodded. The men weren't necessarily on his payroll, but they were loyal to Jake. “Send them to Clark’s place. Find out anything you can, and find her.”

“As fascinating as this all sounds, what does this have to do with any of us?” Nick asked, looking as bored as he sounded.

“Well, Clark has also been spotted talking with Helmut Zemo,” Jake said, his face a bit pale under Bucky’s stare. “But I don’t know why. I’m sorry.”

Bucky took another sip. So, Clark had been speaking with Zemo. And Zemo was either smart enough not to leave a paper trail, or he spoke with Clark in areas where Jake couldn’t hack nearby cameras. No matter. He’d find out why soon enough. “Good work, Jake.”

“You shut down the club and brought us down here for a guy who was spotted speaking with Zemo? That doesn’t make any sense,” Sam said.

“No, it doesn’t.” Bucky made sure to look at every single one of them before he stated, “The reason he’s here is because he put his hands on my Kotyonok, and you know what that means.”

Bucky briefly closed his eyes, your screams still echoing in his mind. He wasn’t a man who scared easily, but what happened tonight scared him. He could’ve lost you, and you could’ve lost a part of yourself if they had been minutes later. The worst part was that he hadn’t seen it coming, not completely. He knew what to expect from certain players and had to protect you, but he hadn’t anticipated someone like Clark. Someone who wasn’t in the normal circle of enemies.

It nearly cost him, and he would make him pay.

The atmosphere shifted immediately, and Steve had to pull Thor back when he took a step forward. “Unhand me, Rogers,” he gritted.

“She’s not your woman,” Steve reminded him, not letting him go just yet. “And since she isn’t your woman, you don’t get to decide who gets first blood.”

Thor took a deep breath. “My apologies, Barnes.”

“Nothing to apologize for. I appreciate that you’re protective of my girl,” he said sincerely. You needed protection, even if you didn’t want it from them. “Ari, Jax, put him in the middle of the room. I want to talk before we punish him.”

As much as he wanted to make Clark hurt, he did need some answers first.

Jax and Ari didn’t have to be told twice, dragging a tied up Clark out of the dark closet. He had a bag covering his head, but there were no marks or wounds, save for the ones he received in your apartment. His shoes and socks had been removed, too, and his blood would stain the tarp beneath him soon enough.

Nodding to the men, they shoved Clark unceremoniously to the floor before Jax pulled the bag off. Clark’s face was screwed up in fury, his blue eyes blazing as they darted around the room, but his words were muffled by the gag. Part of Bucky hoped he fought. It would make things more interesting.

Looking at the prick in front of him, he told himself that this was all for you. All for the woman who occupied his every waking thought. It didn't matter what he looked at or who was speaking to him, his mind found a way to tie anything and everything back to you. And it wasn't just his mind. Oh, no. Sight, touch, hearing, taste, smell, you ensnared his senses.

Nothing and no one had control over Bucky Barnes except for you.

“Kal or Clark or whatever the fuck your name is, welcome to the basement of The 107th!” Bucky smiled, deliberately slow clapping. “Do you like it? Soundproof walls so your screams aren’t heard upstairs and a tarp underneath you so you don’t get blood on my floor.”

Clark paled slightly, but it didn’t lessen the anger in his eyes.

“Now before my men and I have some fun with you, and it will be fun for us, I have a few questions to ask,” he explained, giving him a dark smile and pushing a button on the far right wall. It opened up to reveal a range of weapons, each one more deadly than the last. “If you don’t answer or if I think you’re lying, I’ll start by cutting off a toe. Is that understood?”

He motioned for Ari to remove the gag. “Go fuck yourself,” Clark growled.

Bucky sighed and ran his finger along some of the weapons. “So many options. What should I choose first?”

“The blowtorch could be fun,” Nick smirked when Clark squirmed. “Though the smell of burning flesh isn't.”

“You could start with the pliers.” Thor elbowed Sam with a chuckle. “Though I prefer a hammer.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yes, Thor, we all know how much you love using hammers to hurt people.”

“You're really going to skip your signature weapon?” Steve asked. The men all knew how fond he was of knives.

Bucky hummed and picked a sharp and sleek blade after careful consideration. “Curtis, since you were the one who got to my girl’s apartment first, I think it’s only fair that you get the first punch.”

Curtis didn’t hesitate to march forward and grab Clark by the hair. The fury in Clark’s eyes paled in comparison to Curtis’s. “You would’ve raped her if we hadn’t gotten there in time, you piece of shit,” he snarled, his fist connecting with Clark’s mouth.

“He what?!” Thor shouted. Steve and Sam both had to hold him back this time.

Bucky felt the same surge of anger. He pushed your limits, but he wouldn’t force himself on you. He wasn’t that kind of monster.

“Stand down, Thor. You’ll get your hits in,” he promised, needing to keep himself in check so he didn’t just outright kill Clark. “First question- Why did you go after my girl?”

To go after you was to go after him, and he took it personally.

Clark spit blood on the tarp. “Your girl? You mean the girl you forced to be by your side?” he laughed, grating on Bucky’s nerves. “Oh, I know all about that. She’s a kind and good person, so you either forced her to be with you or lied to her since she wouldn’t be yours willingly if she knew who you were.”

His nostrils flared. He wanted to believe you were with him because you wanted to be his girl, but he knew the truth. If he hadn’t forced your hand… “Hold him,” he ordered, stepping forward with the knife.

Clark struggled in Ari and Jax’s hold. “I went after her because I wanted her, okay? She’s nice and she needed me to save her from you!” he shouted, his eyes wide when Bucky gripped his ankle. “I answered your question!”

“Save her? Were you planning on taking her to Gotham?” he asked, the blade nicking his big toe.

Clark hissed. “Yes! She’s a florist, she can do that anywhere.”

“If you knew my girl the way I do, you’d know this place is her home and she wouldn’t want to go to Gotham,” he said. Gotham would never be your home. Nowhere else would.

“She would’ve accepted it eventually because needs me.” No, you didn’t. “He said so.”

“Who?” he pressed. “Who said so?”

Clark hesitated before the blade dug in again. “Helmut Zemo!”

Bucky froze. “Why would Zemo tell you that, and how do you know him?” He didn’t want to believe Zemo was stupid enough to set this up, but he’d fight if he wanted a war.

“He approached me, okay? Said he knew I stopped into the flower shop to see her, and alluded to the fact that a dangerous man recently trapped her into a relationship.” Bucky’s jaw clenched. “He said if she stayed with you it would ruin her, but someone like me could be a hero and help her.”

Clark was no hero. “Do you work for him?” Bucky asked. Was he on his payroll?

“No. Zemo and I talked some more, but I don’t work for him. I’m just a journalist.”

Bucky scoffed, but he believed him. Zemo could stir the pot when he wanted to and feed into anyone’s ego. He knew just what to say to Clark to light a fire under him. “But he told you to help her, and how did you do that? You stalked, scared, and attacked her.” He pointed the blade at Clark’s face, wanting to slice his skin off and carve out his eyes. The irony also wasn’t lost on him that he had stalked and scared you, he was more than aware of that. “You’re a monster.”

“No, I’m not,” Clark said through his teeth.

“Yes, you are because you pretend that you’re a nice guy, but you’re a piece of shit just like the rest of us. You said you wanted to help her, but it was all about you. And you couldn’t accept the fact that she rejected you and your help, and you snapped,” he said. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and Zemo encouraged him to go after you. He wanted to gut him for that. “Were you planning to get her out of the city tonight?”

“Yes. We knew she was going to the winery and I thought it was the perfect opportunity, but I also thought she would’ve been a bit more… docile when she came back.” Clark shifted uncomfortably. “I told the driver to slip something in her drink if he had to, but he either didn’t or she didn’t drink it because she was too alert.”

Bucky’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t hit him. You had asked about your poor friends, and your suspicions seemed to be correct. He was thankful you weren’t drugged, otherwise tonight would’ve been much worse. “The driver, did you pay him? Promise him anything?”

“That was all Zemo. I’m not made of money,” Clark answered easily.

It made sense. Zemo paid the driver to take off, which gave Clark the opportunity to ambush you. Steve would have to hold Bucky back when he got his hands on Zemo. “Where’s he now?” he asked Nick. He wanted the driver brought to the club.

Nick nodded to another door. “Second closet. Nice and cozy.”

“I’ll be sure he knows you sold him out before I put a bullet between his eyes,” he promised Clark. Anyone who couldn’t stay loyal had no business breathing. Anyone who set you up to get hurt or worse didn't have a place in his world.

A bitter laugh came out. “I guess killing’s easy for a guy who murdered his own flesh and blood.”

“My own flesh and blood?” he asked, holding up a hand when Steve stepped forward. “No, no. I want to hear what he has to say.”

“Your dad. You murdered him. Hid your tracks pretty well, but I know what you did,” Clark smirked, but Bucky didn’t flinch. What happened to you scared him, but this prick didn’t scare him in the least. “I have quite a few articles ready to go about you, your dad, and some of your other indiscretions. You may be rich and powerful, but you can't buy off everyone.”

Bucky laughed this time. Stories never made it to the pages, his men made sure of that. “Yeah. I killed my father. So what?” he said nonchalantly. “I did the world a favor by getting rid of that piece of shit.”

He should've killed his dad a long time ago for what he did to his mom. And if your parents ever hurt you again, he wouldn't hesitate to ruin their lives. It was the least he could do for you.

That was how much he loved you.

Fear flashed across Clark’s face at his indifference. If it was so easy for him to kill a member of his family, it wouldn’t be any skin off his back to kill anyone else. “You-”

“And your plan was to… what? Get my girl out of the city, and you’d release articles about me? The Tribune works for me, and you know they’d never release them, which you probably hate.” He tilted his head. “But The Gotham Gazette doesn’t work for me.”

Clark’s mouth fell open. “How the hell did-”

“This is starting to make a little more sense,” he said, twirling the knife in his hand as he smiled at Steve. “He gets my girl to Gotham where he thinks I have no jurisdiction since it’s Bruce Wayne’s territory and he’s a friend of his. But to make sure I really don’t step foot in the city, he releases articles about me claiming that I killed my dad along with some other indiscretions that’ll spread like wildfire so that I’m either arrested or confined to my city. Makes sense, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, it does,” Steve replied, crossing his arms.

“Is that right? Am I on the right track?” he asked Clark, who squared his shoulders and didn’t answer. Losing his patience, he made good on his word and brought the knife down on his big toe. The scream of pain only fueled his fire.

Clark screamed and made the mistake of looking at his foot, quickly turning his head away to dry heave. Bucky hoped he got sick. Hoped he choked on it. “You son of a bitch!” he yelled.

“Son of a bitch? My mother was a fucking saint. My girl saved her, and what did you do to my girl?! You put your hands on her. You hurt her!” he roared and brought the knife down again, blood splattering on the tarp. None of the men looked phased by his anger or the violence. “Everyone I’ve killed was a monster and I’m glad they’re dead, but what’s your excuse, huh? Why did you kill Lois? Did she see you for what you really are?”

Clark tried to breathe evenly through the pain. “I didn’t… I didn’t kill her! I just wanted to teach her a lesson for trying to leave me,” he replied. What the hell was wrong with this man? He hoped Pooch and Cougar got some answers. “Same with ‘your’ girl. If she had just grabbed that coffee with me, I could’ve explained, but she just had to fight.”

Bucky was proud that you fought and called out to him for help when you needed it. And he knew you would’ve never gone with Clark if he told you the truth, not even for a chance to escape him. “You know, I almost want to thank you.”

“What?” Clark’s brows pinched.

“I dreamt of so many ways to bring her closer to me, and thanks to you she’s in my home where she belongs even sooner than I planned. You handed her to me on a silver platter, and we’re going to be so happy together,” he smiled.

In the beginning, Bucky debated staging something where he got to be your hero, but he ultimately decided against it. There were too many elements that would’ve been out of his control. Not to mention, the thought of another man putting their hands on you made him see red, and it would’ve frightened you.

He still chose to frighten you instead of courting you correctly. Deep down he knew if he had approached you like a normal person that there would be a chance you’d decide to leave him when you realized what kind of man he was. He couldn’t have that, so he deliberately scared you. Power and control was what worked in his world, and trapping you with fear and subtle threats against loved ones made you join his side.

Now that you were in his home where you belonged, it would be a reset of sorts. He’d pick up the pieces that Clark and Zemo broke, as well as the damage he’d done himself. He’d also have to earn your love and keep it. He would because he was a determined man and there was no one else for him.

“You really are a sick-”

“I get why you wanted her, I really do,” Bucky continued. You were an angel on earth, a woman who could disarm the strongest man with a mere smile, beautiful with a loving heart, someone who deserved the entire world. “And you see, I scare her, I know I do, but you?” He pointed the knife at him again. “Your actions terrified her, and you pushed her right to me. She doesn’t want to see you ever again. She doesn’t even want to remember that you exist.”

Clark’s shoulders slumped. Was he losing his will to fight? “Just let her go. Let me go, and I'll make sure the stories stay buried.”

“You think you're in any sort of position to threaten me?” he asked. Clark was nothing, and he could see Jake out of the corner of his eye working his magic. Wherever those pending articles were, he’d find them and get rid of them for good. “And I’m never letting her go. She’s mine.”

Clark’s lip raised in a snarl. “I think that if the public were to get wind of your escapades, ‘your girl’ would be even less safe than she already is,” he said. Bucky didn’t want to agree with that because he did want you safe. “You don't want that, do you?”

“And now you're threatening my woman? Knowing that releasing those articles could potentially put her in danger?” Maybe he should cut his tongue out. “You may know things about me, but you must really not have done your research if you think I’d let you bring her harm again.”

“I've done more than enough research! Your dad isn't the only man you've killed, you said it yourself, and those victims have friends and family who would love to hurt your loved ones in return,” he snapped, starting to sweat. “You can't keep her safe forever.”

“You hurt her. You threw her to the ground and put your fucking hand around her throat,” he growled. Zemo may have fueled the flames for Clark, but something still wasn’t quite right. “At any point when Zemo spoke with you, did he tell you to put a hand on her or tell you why he hates me?”

Zemo hated Bucky because of what happened to his wife and son, though Bucky hadn’t been the one to kill them or order their deaths. If he gave Clark an order to physically harm you, it would be his death sentence because that was a line no one could come back from. He knew that. Was he that eager to die?

“No. He never said why he hated you and he didn’t tell me to hurt her,” he admitted, with regret on his face for the first time that evening. “In fact, he told me I should be very careful with her because she was innocent and important to you.”

Bucky stared into his eyes. The fucker was actually telling the truth. Jake mentioned he had been in and out of therapy for anger management. Your rejection must’ve overridden Zemo’s warning in his head. Zemo still had a price to pay though. But how?

“She isn’t just important to me. She’s my whole world.” Bucky’s metal hand curled, having to stop himself from stabbing the fucker in the heart. “And you almost took her from me,” he growled.

“I didn’t want to hurt her,” Clark whispered, but he did and he couldn’t take it back.

Clark's words infuriated Bucky, his fist connecting with his jaw. He wanted him to suffer until his dying breath for what he did to you. He wanted to send a message to Zemo and anyone else who thought they could harm what was his and get away with it. “Gentlemen, I want you to pay close attention to this audio,” he announced, pushing himself to his feet and pulling out his phone. “There will be a quiz after,” he added sarcastically.

Clark winced when your scream rang out from the device. “Bucky, help! Help me, please!”

It took everything in Bucky not to crush his phone as the audio continued, bile rising to his throat. Hearing your raw fear, being attacked in a place that you made your own, was something that would haunt him until his dying breath. And as he looked around the room, carefully taking in the furious and shocked expressions of his men, he knew they were thinking of their own partners or future spouses and how they’d react if someone did to them what Clark dared to do to you.

The only sound in the room when the audio stopped was Clark’s heavy breathing. He was the pig presented for slaughter, and he knew it. Good.

“How many times did Kotyonok say my name?” Bucky asked his men, his voice calmer than he expected.

“Three times, boss,” Raymond answered right away.

Bucky snapped his fingers. “That’s right, Ray. Three times. So, Clark, I’ll be taking three of your fingers as payment.” Clark thrashed, but his strength was no match compared to Jax and Ari. “And I’ll make sure every bone in your other hand is shattered since you tried to choke her.”

“Y-You-”

“We should castrate you, too, because I agree with Curtis. You would've raped her if we hadn't shown up in time.” He stomped hard on Clark's crotch, and smirked when all that came out was a breathless scream. The thought of another man inside you was enough to piss him off, but someone trying to take you by force? He wouldn't let that go. “We’ll cut your pathetic dick off, too.”

“No!” Clark wheezed, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. It was impressive that he could still talk. “You can’t do that!”

Bucky’s chilling laughter echoed in the room. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes and this is my city, so I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he boasted. Clark couldn’t touch him or escape. “And you fucked with my woman, so I’m going to torture you and enjoy every second of it.”

“You can’t-”

“I won’t kill you tonight, no, but I’m going to make you suffer before I kill you. I’m going to make you suffer for hurting my girl, for making her cry, for breaking the trinkets in her apartment, everything.” He ignored Clark’s shouts and pointed at Steve. “As my best friend and one of the guys who helped tonight, you get the next hit once I cut his fingers off, followed by Raymond.” He heard Thor huff from where he stood. “Followed by Thor.”

“I want to be the one to break his hand,” Thor said before he smirked. “With my hammer.”

“Done.” Bucky gestured to the rest of the men. “You can decide the order after that, but don't kill him. I want him to beg for death by the time we’re done with him.”

And it didn't matter if Clark begged for his life because he’d never leave this basement alive.

“You don’t deserve her!” Clark spat.

Bucky’s heart twisted when he pictured your face, how you flinched at this touch, your tears from everything you went through since he came into your life. “No, I don’t,” he agreed. At least, he didn’t deserve you yet. He had a lot of making up to do when it came to you, but he had all the time in the world since he wasn’t letting you go. You possessed him body, mind, heart, and soul, and he would weave the strings of fate as tight as he could to keep you. “But neither do you.”

His hand shot out and wrapped around Clark’s throat. “Stop,” he gasped, unable to move with Ari and Jax holding him firm.

“You didn't stop, and I can't forgive that. No amount of begging, money, anything will spare you. And when I go home tonight, I’ll wipe away her tears, and kiss her sweet lips, and I’ll slowly put her back together and make good on that promise that she’ll forget you existed,” he smiled, squeezing harder. “I hope when you take your last breath that you imagine her calling out my name, and you die knowing that she’s going to live a long and happy life by my side as my wife.”

Something inside of Bucky shut down when he released his throat and cut off the first finger, feeling numb to the cries of pain as Clark tried to yank his hand away. He hadn't felt a thing when he killed his dad, and he refused to feel remorse for Clark’s suffering. His fingers brought you harm, so he was more than happy to get rid of them.

He glanced at his men by the time he finished removing the third. Steve and Thor saw you as a sister, someone to care for. Ray had a soft spot for you whether he would admit it or not. Jax and Hal harmlessly flirted with you. Nick took any slight against a friend's partner as a slight against himself. The rest of the men knew what you meant to him.

And he wanted them to destroy anything that brought you pain.

“He touched what belongs to me. Hurt him for hurting her,” he ordered, his voice devoid of any emotion as he let them go to work.

Steve kicked Clark square in the face, his nose crunching under the heavy force. Bucky didn't smile, didn't blink. Every drop of blood, every scream, every punch and kick and blow was justified. Thor was right when he said you were the queen of The 107th, and he and his men protected and defended their queen. And none of them showed Clark any mercy.

This is all for you, Kotyonok.

Clark’s cries and screams diminished to whimpers and ragged breaths. His handsome face was hardly recognizable anymore, and he was somehow still conscious. That made Bucky happy. He hoped he felt every ounce of pain.

“Pooch and Cougar may have found Lois! She isn't in good shape, but she’s alive!” Jake called out. He was the only one who hadn't gotten a hit on Clark, but that was okay. He was doing what he had to do. “And those stories won't get released. I made sure of it.”

Bucky didn't react. Instead, he stared at the blood soaking the tarp and thought about buying you flowers. With petals as soft as your skin that smelled just as sweet. That would put a smile on your face, right? He just wanted to make you smile.

And he wanted you to wear his mother's ring. Not the gaudy ring his dad gave her. No, you’d wear his mom's family ring, a timeless and beautiful heirloom passed down from generation to generation. And he’d make love to you after he proposed. He’d make sure you knew how much he loved you.

“Buck?” Steve asked when he didn't say anything to Jake. “Do you want Clark put back in the closet?”

“String him up. Keep it warm enough down here so he doesn't freeze. I’ll decide when he dies.” Bucky’s eyes were still cold when he looked at his best friend. “If Lois really is alive, we’ll make sure she gets the best medical treatment and assure her that Clark will never go near her again.”

That's what you would want for Lois because you were a good person.

“The driver?” Steve asked, nodding to another door.

“I’ll deal with him later.”

Steve nodded. “And what about Zemo?”

“We find him and make him talk,” he said. They couldn't kill him without causing ripples throughout the city, so they had to tread carefully.

“No need to look far, boss,” Ray said, pushing his glasses up. “Yelena followed him and he’s just outside of the club. He hasn't left his vehicle.”

Bucky exchanged a look with Steve before he took a gun from the wall. He couldn't kill Zemo, but he’d defend himself if he had to. “Let’s invite him in and give him a proper welcome.”

Fury filled him all over again knowing you were upstairs, but he wouldn’t let Zemo get to you. He wouldn’t let you down this time. And when he was done dealing with that problem, he’d bring you home, hold you tight, and whisper in your ear how much he loved you when you fell asleep.

Because you were his happy ending, and no one would take that away from him.

Whew! You still with me lovelies? How will the talk with Zemo go? How long before Bucky kills Clark? And I have to say, as fun as Bucky's POV was, I miss Kotyonok! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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