The victory over Nexus didn't just save WestTech—it catapulted them into the stratosphere. By early December, ErosAI 2.0 dominated headlines: "The Unbreakable Dating App," "Privacy's Revenge," "Simon West's Comeback Triumph." Stock soared. Investors threw money like confetti. Forbes put Simon on the cover again—this time with the headline "The Oracle Strikes Back."
But the real celebration happened at home.
The night the lawsuit settlement hit—Nexus paying hundreds of millions in damages, Marcus publicly disgraced—the trio threw caution to the wind. They shut off phones, drew the penthouse curtains, and declared a 48-hour lockdown: no work, no world, just them.
It started innocently enough.
Lily ordered decadent catering—oysters, caviar, truffle pizza, chocolate everything. Betty brought massage oils and a playlist titled "Victory Vibes." Simon dimmed the lights, lit candles, and poured vintage champagne.
They ate on the living room floor, picnic-style, feeding each other between kisses. Oysters slid down throats with moans of appreciation. Chocolate smeared on fingers got licked clean—slowly, deliberately.
By the second bottle, clothes were optional.
Lily stripped first, dancing playfully to the music, hips swaying as she peeled off her silk robe. Betty followed, shy at first but emboldened by Lily's encouraging wolf-whistle. Simon watched from the couch, champagne in hand, cock already straining against his trousers.
"You two are the sexiest victory prize in history," he said, voice low.
They pounced.
Lily pushed him back, straddling his lap while Betty knelt to unbuckle his belt. Teamwork seamless—Lily kissing him deep, Betty freeing his erection and taking him into her mouth with that perfect, practiced rhythm. Simon groaned into Lily's mouth, hands roaming both women.
They moved to the bedroom like a single organism.
First configuration: Simon on his back, Lily riding his face while Betty rode his cock. The dual sensation—tasting Lily's sweetness, feeling Betty's tight heat—nearly short-circuited his brain. Lily and Betty faced each other, kissing sloppily, hands on each other's breasts, moaning into each other's mouths as they moved in sync.
When Lily came first, grinding down with a muffled scream against Betty's lips, it triggered Betty—clenching hard around Simon until he followed, thrusting up deep with a roar.
They barely paused.
Round two: Betty on all fours, Simon behind her taking her slow and deep while Lily lay beneath, tongue on Betty's clit and Simon's shaft. The added stimulation had Betty shaking through multiple orgasms, tears of overwhelm streaking her cheeks.
"Too much," she gasped. "So good—don't stop—"
They didn't.
Lily took her turn next—on her back, legs over Simon's shoulders as he pounded into her, Betty straddling Lily's face. The chain again: Simon's thrusts pushing Lily's tongue deeper into Betty. When Simon came inside Lily, Betty was already coming on her mouth, the vibrations sending Lily over seconds later.
They collapsed, laughing breathlessly.
"Holy fuck," Lily panted. "We're getting too good at this."
"Practice makes perfect," Betty murmured, kissing Lily's shoulder.
Simon pulled them close. "I love you both. So much it hurts."
The words hung—raw, true. They'd said it before, but never mid-afterglow like this.
Lily's eyes shimmered. "Love you more."
Betty nuzzled his neck. "Impossible. I love you both infinitely."
The emotional high fueled more exploration.
They showered together—massive rainfall fixture accommodating all three. Soap-slick bodies sliding, hands everywhere. Simon fucked Betty against the tile wall while Lily knelt, alternating mouth on Betty's clit and Simon's balls. Then Lily's turn—Simon lifting her, pinning her to the wall, Betty behind him licking where they joined.
Back in bed, still damp, they slowed down.
Simon lay between them, each woman curled into a side. They took turns kissing him—deep, loving—then each other over his chest. Hands wandered lazily: Lily stroking him back to hardness, Betty cupping his balls.
They shared him fully.
Lily guided Simon into Betty missionary-style, then straddled Betty's face again. Slow, intimate—eye contact between all three. Simon thrusting gently while watching Betty bring Lily pleasure with her tongue. When Betty came, muffled against Lily, Simon pulled out and entered Lily from behind while she stayed over Betty.
The new angle—Simon in Lily, Lily's movements grinding against Betty's mouth—sent chain reactions. Lily came first, then Betty again, Simon last—deep inside Lily with both women holding him through it.
After, they dozed in a sweaty, satisfied pile.
Morning brought round four—sleepy, gentle. Betty waking Simon with her mouth while Lily spooned him from behind, fingers teasing his ass. When he was ready, Lily donned the strap-on they'd bought together—a sleek black one she wielded like a pro.
Double penetration for Simon—his first time receiving. Lily slow and careful behind him while Betty rode his cock facing him, kissing him through the new sensations. The fullness, the intensity—it overwhelmed him in the best way. He came harder than ever, tears in his eyes, both women whispering love and praise.
They returned the favor later—Simon and Betty both inside Lily, one in front, one with fingers behind, until she sobbed through the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.
The 48 hours blurred into pure hedonism.
Hot tub under stars—Betty riding Simon reverse while Lily sat on the edge, Betty's tongue between her legs.
Kitchen island—Lily bent over, Simon behind, Betty under licking both.
Living room floor—daisy chain of oral: Simon on Lily, Lily on Betty, Betty on Simon.
Toys everywhere—vibrators on clits while penetrated, plugs for added fullness, nipple clamps that made Betty beg beautifully.
They filmed snippets—not full videos, just private moments for themselves: Lily's face as she came on Betty's strap, Simon's groan as both women sucked him simultaneously, Betty's tears of joy during overstimulation.
By the end, they were wrecked—muscles sore, voices hoarse, bodies marked with love bites and fingerprints.
But hearts fuller than ever.
Sunday night, wrapped in blankets on the terrace, city quiet below, they reflected.
"This," Lily said, head on Simon's shoulder, Betty's hand in hers, "is what winning feels like."
Betty nodded. "Not the money or headlines. This. Us."
Simon kissed them both—slow, reverent. "You're my real empire. Everything else is just… noise."
They made love one last time before sleep—gentle, face-to-face-to-face on the massive bed. No rush. Just connection. Hands linked. Whispers of forever.
The trio sharing wasn't just physical anymore.
It was total—body, heart, soul.
As the IPO countdown began and the world clamored for Simon West's attention, he knew the truth:
The greatest merger of his life had already happened.
Three becoming one.
Unstoppable.