Olivia had cracked open her computer and was currently disassembling it. Once she popped out all three hard drives, she ran her hand over them, cyberware coming to life and a faint pink glow accompanying the movement of her fingers as she wiped all the data on them. "Sorry, puta, just scraped out all the best porno," she added, with a light chuckle.
"Mistress, you're packing up, right?" Vivi asked. Olivia turned her head around to face her puta. "We were found out," she said. "We should just leave, start again somewhere else. There are lots of places like Zaun out there."
Vivi was right, obviously. Her puta was a smart girl. Even putting aside Jinx, Max's find had her already planning to get the fuck off Zaun. It wasn't going to be some nice little asteroid to wait out the end of the world on for much longer.
But...
But.
That cunt had touched her puta. She'd held Vivi at gunpoint. Vivi was her girl. If she'd been pissed off when some hot guy with a big dick had fucked her puta, it was a little sparkler next to the inferno of cold fury she felt for Jinx right now.
"Puta, that cunt pointed a gun at you," Olivia said.
"I'm okay, Mistress," Vivi said, just surprise glomping onto Olivia, wrapping her in a bear hug that forced her arms to her side. And forced was the right word: Vivi was, in fact, physically stronger than Olivia, by a lot. Not for the first time, Olivia contemplated voluntarily getting her brain sliced up and stuck on a chip, just because meat had so many disadvantages. You had to run your consciousness in real time; you couldn't hotswap body parts; you were physically weaker and less durable than even a Keter, much less the kind of shit that Olivia could have bought for herself with her savings. "You don't have to protect my honor or anything. Just being with you is enough."
Olivia grit her teeth. Vivi was damn good at the emotional manipulation stuff. Her anger was surging so the next thing she said was more motivated by some stupid spiteful instinct than anything rational: "Don't you want to fuck Max again, puta?"
"I love you, not Max," Vivi said. "I don't want you to die. It's okay. Let's just pack up our things and leave Zaun before anything else happens. We can make a new life somewhere else, and you can punish me all you want for trying to order you around and not knowing my place."
There was something sexy and tempting about that. Especially since Vivi normally was (quite literally) the best sub in the world, so her acting disobedient was unusual.
In the end, though, all Vivi's correct arguments and honest statements of her preferences couldn't change who Olivia was. "I'm sorry, puta. I can't let it go. If I die, you know where my backup is."
"Your last backup was over two years ago!" It was hard to get a fresh backup in space, especially in the boonies, and especially when you were worried about the security of the actual file. You didn't want your copy stolen and loaded up by some unscrupulous fucker. "We did lots of fun things in that time, I don't want to- to have to explain to you..." Her voice warbled, the digitization processes doing a perfect job of simulating that she really was getting choked up, and Olivia could see the tears forming in her eyes. "I don't think you'd even watched Palau Summer Investigations yet! Had you?! Am I cosplaying a character you won't even recognize if you get killed?!"
"Let go of me, puta," Olivia said, her voice firm and cold. Vivi hesitated a second, but obediently withdrew her arms after a couple seconds. It wasn't the presumptive obedience of a sub who did whatever her mistress said because she said it. It was the obedience of a person who had all the strength and ability to keep holding you down, but also respected your consent. Olivia could tell the difference. She turned to face Vivi, whose sclera were actually pink at this point, tears running down her cheeks. No snot, though; her body wasn't designed to stimulate that. She reached out, softly wiping away the tears. "I love you, Vivi." She sighed, giving her girl a firm, passionate kiss, just grabbing the front of her sweater to tug her into it. Then she pressed her forehead against Vivi's. "You're right. This won't make your life better in any way. It might make it a lot worse, if I wind up getting a fresh hole blown in my head." For a moment, Vivi looked hopeful that she was reconsidering - so she quickly dashed those hopes. "But I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for me."
Vivi just bit her lower lip and slumped her shoulders. "Olivia, please." She looked like the most miserable puppy dog right then.
"Tell you what, babe," Olivia said. "I won't leave the room until it's done, okay?"
"If she knows you're Sombra, Olivia, then she has to be really dangerous."
Olivia grit her teeth for a moment. Admitting to doing something really stupid was not in her blood. "I used the name on Zaun."
"You used the name?!" Vivi was understandably shocked and outraged, on account of it was very stupid.
"I needed some information from someone, puta," Olivia explained. Vivi just frowned. "It was for a good cause, too!"
"Was it really for a good cause?" Vivi asked.
"It really was for a good cause." In that, helping Naomi track down the Duke couple was a good cause (she was pretty sure). Obviously, wringing info about Max out of Naomi was not a good cause. But it was close enough that she wasn't really lying to Vivi.
Vivi sighed, letting out a long, shuddering breath, and hugged Olivia again. "Okay, Mistress. But... I want to hire actual protection."
"We don't even know who that Jinx bitch is, other than your pole-sister," Olivia said. A momentary flicker of an expression of pity went across Vivi's face. Right. Olivia was Jinx's pole-sister too, now, and Vivi had decided that Olivia was a rape victim because she didn't understand how consent worked. "Look, the cops were obviously covering for her, and around here, the criminals and the cops are in bed together, so I don't even think there's reliable protection to hire."
"There's another Vivi on Piltover right now, she works in security, Mistress. Well, she's a Charybdis, you know," Vivi corrected.
Vivian Charybdis Washington had been forked millions of times since 2119, when her brainscan had been sent to God-only-knows-how-many brothels. The ones who stayed in the 'sexy slut' lifestyle, becoming porn actresses and titty streamers and sex slaves and prostitutes and whatever else, went by 'Vivi'. But during the First Contact War and the Penultimate War, a lot of them had been drafted. The ones who didn't go back into sucking dicks and clits went by their middle name instead: Charybdis.
Well, a lot of them went by some other nickname. Her Vivi went by puta, for example. But when you said 'she's a Charybdis,' you mean, 'she no longer sucks dick for a living.'
"I assume you've been chatting with her?" Olivia asked.
Vivi nodded quickly. "I was hoping we could have a threesome as a birthday present for you, Mistress."
"You really think putting up with two of you is a birthday present, puta? I can barely handle the one I got." Vivi laughed at that, wrapping Olivia in another hug, this one not restricting Olivia from moving her arms. Inwardly, Olivia felt a deep relief at that - that their relationship hadn't been so fucked up that a little light ribbing would ruin the mood. "Alright, I'll pay for the Charybdis, babe. Now let me work on the computer."
"Yes, Mistress!" Vivi said.
* * *
Olivia groaned as she finally isolated why Jinx had identified her as Sombra, just slumping back in her seat in annoyance. "Cabrona," she muttered to herself. She'd used one of her old burners - a program that was designed to serve as a midway point and then nuke itself and the system it was on if anybody started poking around too much. It wasn't that her code had gotten bad, or somebody had worked out how to stop it...
The problem was that it was a 'calling card' nuke. As in, after it nuked the system, it left that pink skull she'd made her icon, and the roughly-written text 'SOMBRA WAS HERE' as the only thing the system would display until you did a hard reformat, with no other data left behind. (In fact, it constantly did passes of gibberish on the file system, as a security measure that also would eventually render the system useless.)
It shouldn't have mattered, which was why she'd done it. What kinda fucking rando on a station of eighty thousand would be able to find her hacks? Apparently, Jinx. Maybe it was the Enforcers and she'd gotten the intel from them.
Either way, none of the other burners showed any signs of disturbance, and she switched them into the 'no signature' nuke mode.
Then she rubbed at her face.
It was always possible that Jinx hadn't tracked her down this way, so she should at least wait for the Charybdis to show up before trying anything. Which meant she had time to burn. "Puta!" She called out, and Vivi scampered into her office. "My pussy ain't gonna lick itself," she said, and Vivi immediately got down in between Olivia's legs, letting her just lean back and enjoy.
* * *
Charybdis rapped on the door to the apartment. There was a bullet hole that had been sealed, so she got why the Vivi wanted some help. She had her armor's exerter field activated as she stood there, but she kept an eye out, glancing to both sides with superhuman speed as a checkup as she waited for those inside to answer.
She wasn't muscular, but she wasn't meat anyway. She'd managed to get her hands on an old Camniel 3-A; they were old by now, having been churned out en masse during the First Contact War. It weighed over 200kg, but was just about her size, so once she'd had it layered over with pseudoflesh, she looked pretty much like any other Vivi, other than being three inches taller and a few other minor traits. Her breasts were smaller, but that was more about practicalities. Her armor was a surplus personal exerter armor, spray-painted pink and with a little bunny rabbit painted on the center. It rested over her chest, protecting her EM chip - it'd be a waste to add too much faux-titflesh, even if guys liked it when she had bigger boobs. She held a small firearm at her side - no big stuff on space stations for civilian contractors, alas.
The door finally opened, revealing the Vivi she'd been chatting with for the past few weeks. It was like looking down at a mirror - though, her fork was obviously a Vivi, just by the way she held her body. No military experience at all. Also, she'd redone her hair and eyes, with curly blonde hair and baby blue eyes. "Hi!" Vivi waved. "Thank you so much for this."
"It's a billion dollars for a month's work, I'd be an idiot not to take you up on it. Who made the hole?" She asked, poking the door with her free hand.
"It was Olivia, but there was a home invader... can you come inside?"
"Sure," Charybdis agreed, stepping inside the apartment. The door slid shut behind her, and she heard the distinctive clacking of a keyboard coming from the adjacent room. "I take it that's your Misses in the next room?"
"Yes, that's my Mistress!" Vivi agreed brightly, a warm smile on her lips. Of course, Charybdis knew she had almost no standards - and Vivi knew that she knew. "We've been together for sixty-five years," she added. That was much more of a statement of deep affection: even a girl like her would eventually get fed up with a shitty partner.
"So what's the full job description?" Charybdis asked, glancing around the room, taking note of the furnishings, what could be usable as cover. "Principal's itinerary, likely threats, that sort of thing?"
"Olivia promised she's not going to leave the house for the next month to stay safe. Oh, but if it would actually be safer to move her somewhere else, then she can do that!"
"Mm. Homebody protection." Charybdis idly flicked open her AR, glancing at the map around the room. It wasn't directly exposed to space, and in fact seemed to be bounded on all sides by more apartments. That meant the best way to get in (other than the front door) was from an adjacent unit. "What sort of attack profile is most likely?"
"Ah. There was this blue-haired girl with a gun," Vivi explained. "She talked about having extra neurons, and she felt really strong for meat, so she's probably got a lot of genetic boosts. Her name is Jinx. Oh, and I don't want you to hunt her down or anything! I'm just worried about her coming back and doing something again. It's possible she would get some help, I think she's connected..."
"You want me to shoot a cop?" Charybdis asked.
"No! She's not a cop," Vivi said, hurriedly waving her hands. "She just came in and held us both at gun point for a while, before she got what she wanted and left... but she said the only reason that she spared Olivia this time was that they were pole-sisters. Well, and that me and her are pole-sisters. But it's just... I'm worried Olivia will piss her off again, and no shared dick will help?"
"Okay. Got it," Charybdis agreed. She pulled up a chair to face the door, and used her AR to start scanning local networks. "Any distinctive features besides the blue hair?"
"She keeps it in really long braids, and she has blue cloud tattoos along her right side," Vivi said.
Charybdis frowned as her AR spat out... three potential matches. A mixed race woman with dark blue hair named Caitlyn Kiramman, who didn't seem to have tattoos in any shot. A teenage girl with spiky blue hair that was way too short to be described as really long braids - and who was fifteen, as well - named Yewande Folarin. Last of all, a girl with long dyed blue hair named Okuhle Sigcau. None of them seemed to have tattoos matching the description. "What race?"
"White?"
"Not mixed?"
"No," Vivi said with a quick shake of her head.
"Eye color?"
"Pink."
"Hmm. She's not showing up anywhere." She checked, and her AR was hooked up to the local network, and had scraped it thoroughly. She should have at least spotted somebody matching that description in the background of a shot at the bar or on the promenade or something. "And I mean anywhere. Does your girl know that Jinx has no social media presence, not even in the background?"
"Um... let me go ask," Vivi said, and Charybdis just nodded as Vivi headed into the office.
She could theoretically be a new arrival. If she showed up within the last month, there was a slim chance she just hadn't happened to be in anybody else's selfie. Especially if she wore a hoodie or something. A wig, maybe, when Vivi met her? Or extensions, and then a wig over the real hair in daily life?
This was the kind of thing she expected from spec ops, though. Not somebody who decided to spare you because they were your pole-sister. That sounded more like a loony criminal, but... the extra neuron mention did make it all fit. Those kinds of mods had a bad tendency to cause psychosis, neuroticism, and all kinds of personality disorders. Especially in first generation or poorly-administered mods, which would fit with somebody just slapdash giving their kid blue hair, pink eyes, super strength, and enhanced intelligence.
"Yes, she knows," Vivi said, having returned from the office.
"Right. Well then... I should set up some security cameras," Charybdis explained. "Monitor adjacent rooms and whatnot."
"Could you... not leave?" Vivi asked, sounding unsure but needy. "I just... I don't feel safe, with what Olivia's doing."
"I can stay here in your room most of the time-" though she would not get any sex that way, which would be extremely annoying, "-but the cameras need to be set up, and will probably need maintenance, so I'll have to leave for that. Otherwise, well, I can set up shop here and use your charger," Charybdis said, giving the Vivi a smile. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen."
* * *
"Sombra, if you're there..." Naomi muttered to her tablet like an idiot again. It didn't do anything, of course. She'd contacted her the one time, asked for her opinion on Max, and then bailed. Naomi had, herself, tried to find out where Lieri and Donny had gone, but thus far hadn't found whatever documentation Sombra had stumbled on.
Of course, she wasn't a top-tier hacker capable of just going through the flight logs of every ship and tram leaving Zaun.
"What's up, girlfriend?" Her tablet blinked to life with that stupid pink skull icon again. Naomi almost jerked in surprise - had she been listening that whole time?
"I need the intel you have," Naomi said, her voice serious. "I can't dick around waiting for you to figure out your questions."
"Seems like you already have been, girlfriend," Sombra replied, and Naomi grit her teeth. She wished Sombra was here so she could punch the woman in the face. "Next favor ain't much, though, don't worry. I just want you to set up a threeway. You, Max, and that Jinx chick. I mean, you can make it a four way if you want, but you have to get Jinx bouncing on his dick."
"Specifically?" Naomi asked, a frown on her lips. "As in, do you want some specific sex act?"
"No, I'm not some kind of perv." Sombra had been the one to ask for details about Max's cock, so Naomi doubted that, but she didn't argue. "Just get the gal bouncing on his dick."
"I... don't want to put Max in danger for the intel. He's just a civilian."
"What a good girl!" Sombra said. "He won't be in any danger, don't worry. But, hey, once you get done fucking him, you should get Jinx's number so you can arrange another threesome when you want."
Had Sombra moved on from Max to Jinx? Was it something about the particulars of that night...? Her behavior didn't make sense to Naomi, no matter how she tried to piece it together.
Wait.
No, it couldn't be.
But... if Sombra was Max...? Sombra had asked how Naomi felt about Max, right after Naomi had confessed her pregnancy. Now Sombra was telling her to go arrange a threesome? Max was definitely dominant in the bedroom, but he seemed so earnest and nice, he wouldn't do something like this, right?
Obviously, Max couldn't be the real Sombra - that group had been operating since the 2070s - but if you were thinking about who could have hacked her tablet, the guy who fucked her into a coma was probably decently high up the list...
This was crazy, right? Paranoia left over from not being paranoid enough back on the Jasant. Right?
"Hello? Earth to girlfriend, come in, hello?" Sombra said, jarring Naomi out of her thoughts.
"You had better actually know where Donny went, or I'm going to track you down and kill you."
"Yikes! This kitten's got claws!" There was a mocking tone to the synthesized voice. "I take it that's a yes?"
"...it's a yes," Naomi said.
* * *
I was routing out a second visit to the site. The first one had been all 3D scans and the sluggish rolling of a human body through air with the tiniest possible sprays of the coldest possible gas. An exhausting, time-consuming thing, that had then apparently been followed up by me getting incredibly drunk, getting some amazing body mods, and fucking my way through four hot girls. The second one would involve me actually touching things: opening cabinets and doors to rooms that I hadn't seen the first time. But there was always the risk that any touch could cause damage, and for a site this valuable, I wanted to be obscenely gentle with it.
That meant routing out the visit in advance, figuring out which were most important, and inspecting them carefully to try to make sure that I knew how each and every thing I was going to touch worked. With how much time had passed (and my own increased strength), it wouldn't be impossible for me to accidentally rip something off its hinges if I tried pushing or pulling the wrong way, much less a sliding door getting cracked in half.
The problem there wasn't so much the door itself - while they were perfectly interesting artifacts, they were also generally about as interesting after being broken in half. The problem was any shrapnel or detritus getting into the scene, potentially damaging something far more valuable. A book, for example, or an item of clothing.
I got a phone call. I fully planned to ignore it, on account of I was in the zone, but a glance at the caller ID said it was Naomi.
The mother of my child.
I got that it had just been a one night stand, but... I mean, I was going to be a father. I'd put that off for a decade to pursue my PhD. My eldest sister had her first kid at twenty-three, my other sister at twenty-two. Sometimes they joked about me being "the baby," since their eldest kids were now in high school and mine were nonexistent.
Now, that was going to change. I hadn't planned it, but it was going to change. I could put off family for work before, but not any longer.
I picked up the call. "Naomi?"
"Max?" She sounded anxious, and maybe frustrated or annoyed too. "Can I come over?"
"Um, sure. Do you have something you want to talk about?"
"I have something I want to do," Naomi said. She sighed. "Can you invite that blue-haired girl, Jinx, over too?"
"Why?"
There was a momentary pause. I could practically hear Naomi fidget. "I want a threesome," she said at last, and she said it in a way where I actually felt bad for asking her.
"Oh." I paused. I'd been assuming it was more a serious thing than that, but I'd already agreed to it. And, Naomi was very attractive, as was Jinx, so... "Okay." I finished the call, put together some quick notes on where I'd been on checking through the site, and then called Jinx. "Jinx?"
"What's up, buttercup?"
I was getting more confident just asking women for sex, given that I had found that it worked approximately 100% of the time since I'd gotten these mods. I still had some niggling anxiety, obviously, but I just went for it. "I was hoping you could come over for a threesome with me and Naomi."
She started cackling at that. "Is this the first time you've ever just straight up done a booty call?"
"Well... yeah," I admitted. I could feel my cheeks burn. "Sorry, did I not do it right?"
"Uh, yeah. You're supposed to ask if I'm free, then you slide into flirting, then you ask if I want to come over to chill, and you mention that Naomi's coming over too."
"Well, I mean, I'd like the threesome at some point, it doesn't have to be tonight."
Jinx sighed. "I'm not saying 'no,' Sammy. I'm giving you helpful life advice. Next time you've got a craving for a threeway, that's how you do it."
"Uh, sorry, Sammy?"
"It's the cartoon penguin you act exactly like, other than being a 198cm (6'6") megastud," she said. "I'll be over in, mm, maybe ten?" She hung up without saying anything else.
* * *
Naomi got to my place before Jinx did - within a minute of me confirming that Jinx was coming over, in fact. She half-glared at me, her eyes seeming to be trying to bore holes into my soul. "Everything okay?"
"Is Jinx here?" Naomi asked.
"She's coming over," I told her, and she nodded, stepping inside. She glanced around my room, squinting at my computer for a few seconds, before turning her gaze back to me. "Sorry, your call interrupted me in the middle of something," I told her.
She just nodded, looking at me again. She looked unhappy, maybe even angry, and specifically at me? But I had no idea why. I honestly had never really had casual sex before, but that's what this was, right? From her perspective, she'd called up a guy and asked him to fuck her. Maybe she wasn't used to it, either? She'd mentioned her last boyfriend was bad...
I decided she was probably just anxious about the whole thing, and grabbed her ass, pulling her into me. She let out a small noise of surprise, but didn't stop me, as I just leaned into her, kissing her on the lips. I tried to put some real energy into it. She seemed earnest and nice and almost as unsure of everything as I was, so I didn't want to hurt her feelings or leave her wondering about this or that. I just pushed my tongue into her mouth.
She moaned wantonly into my mouth, her excitement and arousal clearly rapidly rising thanks to my kiss. I was instantly reminded that in addition to being gorgeous and fit, Naomi also had apparently had a Fellatio Doll operation. (My thought, in the moment, was that probably her previous boyfriend had also been her dominant, and had pushed her to have that operation - so I had no actual idea how she felt about it.) So I just went for it, pushing her up against one wall of the bedroom, yanking her pants down until they were around her ankles, fighting with her panties and accidentally just breaking the strap on one side, letting them slide down her thigh and expose her sex. I stuffed two fingers into her pussy, rubbing at her clit, and she instantly came, moaning into my mouth, jerking against me in spontaneous pleasure.
Her hand reached for my cock, groping it through my pants, and I was fully hard, and she clearly wanted it already, so I just undid my button and unzipped my pants, my hard cock bursting free into the open air. Her fingers slid along it, hot breaths spilling out into my mouth with an obscene level of arousal, and she struggled - with her pants around her ankles - to get my cock into the right position.
So I helped her. I just grabbed her by the thighs, hefting her a few inches up into the air, and she mewled softly into my mouth, one hand clasping the back of my head as she made out with me, directing my cock towards her slick sex. She came again as I entered her, moaning into my mouth, her hazel eyes peeling back in their sockets, her pussy going absolutely crazy on my cock. I started to just pump into her, a steady, hard thrusting movement, and when I tried to pull back from the kiss, she just held me against her, even more insistent in making out with me.
I took that for what it was: a sign that she was enjoying exactly this position and didn't want to change it. Since she'd been pissed when she showed up, I decided to just do what she wanted, making out with her like that, pinning her against the wall as she kicked off her pants and her snapped panties, letting her legs snap against my thighs as I fucked her into the wall. She came, and came, sucking in desperate breaths around my lips as her tongue spasmed, her fingers clawing at the back of my head. She slurped on my tongue like she was trying to give me a blowjob, and saliva dripped down out of her mouth, splattering her top and my shirt.
When there was a noisy rapping at the door, I pulled off from the kiss with Naomi, her cheeks flush, her mouth left open, her eyes lidded. "Yoooo," Jinx said. "I'm here for the threesome."
"Open," I called out to the door, and Naomi tightened up on me, clamping up on my body like she wanted to hold me extra close. She'd been the one to ask for Jinx to join us, but now she was acting jealous, so I had no idea what was going through her head. Her mouth sucked on my neck hungrily, and Jinx stepped into my apartment.
"You got started without me?" Jinx said, with a playful pout - and I reached out with one hand for her braids. A sub acting like a brat with braids had to want them pulled, right? It seemed to work, because she just let out a small laugh, and I dragged her along with me to the bedroom.
Well, 'dragged'. The braids never drew tight, and Jinx just basically skipped along next to me.
I walkfucked Naomi, who just clung to me tighter as each step sent my cock another few inches inside her - and once we were actually in the bedroom, I laid her out on the bed, pulling her off me as she whined in incoherent need. "Let's get naked, Naomi," I told her, and she nodded rapidly, as I thrust back and forth inside her, her body bouncing on the bed. She watched as I pulled off my shirt, and her legs wiggled around behind me as she tried to get off her socks and shoes.
Jinx was getting naked right next to her, and since she wasn't getting fucked hard (and also not wearing a bra under her top), she was naked first. So I slipped one hand in between her thighs, starting to finger her, while Jinx herself kept her eyes on me. "I didn't come here for a fingering, big boy," she told me, a teasing grin on her face.
I pulled out of Naomi at that point, making her whine as she struggled to pull off her bra, and just stuffed my cock into Jinx's pussy. She immediately came, casting her head back and just moaning and twitching on my cock, her whole body wriggling in place as her pussy went wild. I started fingering Naomi, and luckily, she was a lot more satisfied than Jinx with that sort of touching, because she panted heavily, her gaze focused up on me, smoldering with lust as I thrust at Jinx.
Still, after fucking Jinx for a little bit, I pulled out of her and stuck it in Naomi, fingering Jinx as I did. I kept switching back and forth, going from Jinx to Naomi to Jinx to Naomi, pounding away and just enjoying their bodies. It didn't take too long for the pair to completely abandon their bratty sub acts to instead turn into needy, begging horny sluts.
"Fuck me, Master," Naomi would whine. "Please stuff your fat cock in my onahole cunt!"
I'd switch over to her, and it'd take about two seconds before Jinx would get at it. "I'm your dumb little blueberry bimbo, please fuck me with your godly awesome cock, Max, pleeeease," she'd whine, horny and needy.
Once I was confident that the pair were in full-on sub mode and not going to be all angry and annoyed at me if I pushed towards the limits... I decided to just vent as I fucked them. "Naomi, you came over in a bad mood, that's a bad girl," I told her, casually spanking her - and she promptly came, pussy going wild around my cock. "Say you're sorry for taking out your bad mood on me!"
"Shorry, Mashter," she slurred out. "Pleashe kissh me, I'll be a goo' onaho' for yoooou," she whined out, and I leaned down to kiss her right on the lips, my tongue invading her mouth again, teasing her palate.
Then I pulled out of her, keeping up the kiss as she whimpered at the sudden absence, having to twist my body a little to point my dick at Jinx's pussy. "Yes, stuff it in my blueberry bimbo pussy," Jinx whined, spreading her legs wide. "I'm a good little blueberry bimbo for you!"
I broke off the kiss with Naomi at that point, putting my fingers in her mouth for her to suck on, playing with her highly sensitive tongue as I turned my attention to Jinx. "Look, I'm sorry I'm not some suave ubermensch or whatever you want, but I'm trying to be nice! I've never had a bunch of women clambering over each other to fuck me, so if I get it wrong, don't laugh at me! It made me feel really bad," I told her, spanking her ass.
"Sorry! Sorry for being a bad little bimbo, I'm a little dummy when it comes to you," she said, smacking her own head and actually coming off as sincere. "I'm just an immature little brat, you're older and smarter! I need your cock to put me in my place! Spank me more until I learn my lesson!"
I did exactly that, my hand smacking her ass again and again, enjoying the way she just quivered and came in response to the rough treatment. I then shifted my hands on Naomi's body to finger her tongue and pussy both. "You- you two need me more than I need you!" I declared at last. "I can get sex like this anywhere, but you can't, because my cock's the best!" Jinx and Naomi both nodded drunkenly as I continued to fuck Jinx and finger Naomi. "You should always be polite to me, okay? I'm nice to you! I'm really trying to be a good dom and everything, so just- just be nice! You can tell me if I do something wrong, but don't laugh or glare if I do!"
Both girls were happy to agree to pretty much anything I said, because they were both in 'horny sub' mode, where they happily and hungrily degraded themselves and said whatever I wanted. I had no idea if they'd still feel the same after the sex, but it helped me get rid of my own anxieties about the situation, and to express my feelings. I'd have found it pretty much impossible to just straight up complain about their behavior in a normal situation, but now... well, they knew, at least.
When I finally nutted, it was inside of Naomi, just bottoming out and firing off a load. She shuddered and came, moaning and twitching happily. I pulled out of her, casually dragging her and Jinx up on the bed, checking the clock - the whole threesome had taken maybe an hour-ish, so I could still get back to work. "You two can take your time and recover, use the shower, whatever," I said, as I gathered my clothes, cock bouncing around.
"Oh," Jinx said, waving one hand at me as I started to pull back on my underwear. "I had somethin' to tell you, wanted to do it in person."
"Okay, shoot," I said.
"I'm late." I had about a fraction of a second to actually take in those words before she continued. "On account of I'm pregnant. Unless I fucked somebody else that night, it's yours, studweiser," she said. "Alright, go get to your work, honeybunch." There was a playful grin on her lips as she leaned back and just closed her eyes.
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