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The Architect’s final actions made it seem like anything was possible. A new continent, a world renewed… and the gift of life to the combined halves of the true Aegis, Pneuma. For those riding atop the titan Azuda’s back, marveling at the new world beneath them, the appearance of the friends they thought forever lost was a greater wonder than the emergence of non-titan land. Mythra and Pyra lived.

And that was a bitter pill for just one of the women. In their absence, Nia knew that she was the only one who could comfort Rex. In their absence, she knew she was the only one for Rex. With two legendarily powerful and beautiful Blades before him, he never seemed to realize what she felt for him; the only reason she hadn’t torn her hair out over it was because he didn’t seem to understand how he felt about Mythra and Pyra. Or, for that matter, how the split halves of the Aegis proper felt about him.

Nia had not been glad to see them gone. Even though they were her rivals in love, that was almost secondary to their friendship. But she would have been lying to herself if she claimed she didn’t see it as a silver lining, a light at the end of the tunnel. Together, she and Rex would mourn and remember them. It would be the thing that finally opened the daft iijit’s eyes to what he could never see over the Aegis’ considerable rack: Nia was right there, just waiting for him to take notice of her. 

Not that he even seemed to notice THEIR tits, focused hard as he was on fulfilling his promise to them. Nia’s jealousy over the difference in their feminine assets was mollified by his blithe inability to even perceive a woman’s body. The Blades he treasured so highly were more-or-less dressed with being eye candy in mind, and while he didn’t appreciate the ocular snack they offered? Nia did, to an uncomfortable degree, and she knew she’d miss cuddling up to either form of the Aegis when they were gone, enjoying their warmth and softness. Rex had never really taken the time to enjoy it like Nia had, and she’d have to come up with plentiful ways for her to make up for it.

All that went out the window when they reappeared, and though Nia smiled at them from behind Rex, tears were forming in her eyes. She knew she was beyond competing with either the redhead or the blonde form of the Aegis, and with both of them there? There was no way she was going to have her post-mourning happily-ever-after with Rex. She would have to find something else to do with her life. Swallowing her lamentations for what could have been, she looked at the guy she loved and saw how he hesitated to go to them, wide-eyed, still trying to process what he was seeing.

It was the usual sort of shite that would ordinarily have Nia chew him out for being stupid or childish or immature– a way for her to cover up how she really felt, and protect herself from opening up to anyone. Not today. They deserve him more than I do, saving the world and all, Nia thought to herself, smiling a sad little smile. She swallowed the bitter pill in her mouth, then pushed Rex towards them. He started crying while they hugged him, and they started crying, and Nia told herself that was why she started crying too, rather than the regret that tugged on her otherwise happy heart.

Nia tried to keep her chin up in the days that followed, rather than wallow in self-pity over pushing the boy she loved towards women far more likely to get his thick-skulled attention. They all had a lot to think about beyond celebrating their victory– questions about what had happened, and what came next for their world. The main thing on everyone’s mind for their first night was what it meant for Pyra and Mythra to be there. Were they one mind sharing two bodies? Would they recombine into Pneuma, her true self?

“No, that’s stupid. Why would we want to?” Mythra scoffed, folding her arms over her belly and trying to give her usual stiff upper lip. Everyone knew her well enough to see right through her bluster, and the fact that she was leaning against Rex and fighting hard to keep a smile off her face kind of undermined the whole thing.

Pyra, hugging Rex’s arm and sitting at his other side, offered kinder honesty to the others. They didn’t know exactly what it meant for them to be separate, but each had very much become their own person. 

In time, experimentation would show that their powers had been divided in their parting, and atrophied further with time. Even though they remained Blades, each passing day seemed to make them more human. The connection that they shared with each other and Rex weakened, until he no longer felt them and they simply felt vestiges of what the other experienced.  The simplest way for them to handle their strange existence was to label themselves sisters, twins. Not quite right, but far from wrong.

When the group began to discuss their plans for the future? Unsurprisingly, everyone intended to return home and help make sense of the new world they found themselves in. Azuda dropped each of them off, leaving Rex and his feminine company for last. They would return to his hometown, Leftheria - no longer an isolated archipelago but part of a greater continent. Having become Nia’s Driver, Rex seemed to take it as a given that she would join them, and she didn’t have the heart to tell him off for not realizing how much that would hurt her in the long run. It wasn’t her place to tell him what was obviously going to happen: he was going to fall in love with Pyra or maybe Mythra, leaving the other two women unhappy, forced to watch the guy they loved realize he had fallen for another woman.

But it was a world where it seemed like anything was possible, and the two halves of Pneuma were not unaware of Nia’s feelings for Rex, nor her attraction towards them. Their first night in the village, Nia awoke to Pyra giving her shoulder a gentle shake, murmuring her name until she stirred. Cracking a bleary eye open, she saw Mythra was there too, already sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking pointedly elsewhere. “Sorry. Can we talk?” the redhead asked the Gormotti blade, smiling tentatively. 

“Don’t really wanna talk to either of you,” Nia told Pyra after a moment, a lump in her throat. “So fuck off. Go away.” She had managed to keep up her facade in front of Rex, and had gone well out of her way to avoid being alone with one or both of the Aegis twins. They deserved their happiness, not Nia’s biting bitterness, made worse by the fact they were already sharing a bed with Rex. It pained her to see how he saw it as platonic. Shrugging off Pyra’s hand, she rolled over beneath her bed’s sheets and tried to bury her face into her pillow.

“Nia, please…” Pyra started softly, though she took a step back and took her hand off of the other Blade. “... Just come to us when you’re ready to talk, okay? Let’s go,” she told the blonde. 

Ever-direct, brash and much more akin to Nia than Pyra, Mythra didn’t budge. She drew in a deep breath and crossed her arms, bouncing one of her crossed legs. “No,” she said. “It’s bad enough that we have to have this conversation once. We’re going to get it out of the way right now,” she decided. 

“She doesn’t want to see us right now,” Pyra said more firmly, with a maternal protectiveness for Nia that just added to her sense of hurt.

“Don’t care,” Mythra said, and the bed creaked as she uncrossed her legs and twisted on her hip to face Nia. “I’m going to make her listen. I want to get this over with and go to sleep so we don’t have to hunt her down later.”

“Mythra–”

“Oh, shut up.”

Nia wriggled deeper into her covers and shifted her head along her pillow, half-folding it around the back of her head to have it block off both of her feline ears.“Not gonna listen, don’t wanna talk, go away,” Nia repeated more loudly than she needed to, half-curling under the sheets, ready to burst into a mature chant of la-la-la. 

“Guys? Is everything okay in there?” Rex called out from across the small home.

“Yes!” the three replied in unharmonious union, Nia nearly screaming it out, while Mythra added less, “Just stay in bed. We’re discussing girl stuff!”

“Gotcha! Gonna go back to bed,” Rex told them.

“Oi… go with him,” Nia mumbled, even more unhappy with how ineffective her pillow was at hampering her honed hearing. “Please.” Instead, she heard her bed’s springs creak and felt it shift as Mythra crawled up to her, then over her. When the blonde touched her shoulder, she tensed up her small frame and warned, “I’ll bite that off if you don’t get it off me.”

Ignoring the threat, Mythra pushed her hips down on Nia’s side and grabbed at her pillow with her other hand, pulling it away despite Nia’s clawed clutch thanks to her leverage. “Stop being so pouty and listen to us for one minute,” she said as she tossed the pillow aside, staring down at Nia with obvious irritation. “You’re being as bad as Rex usually is, right now.”

Nia clenched her jaw, feeling her eyes begin to water again. She reluctantly looked up at the blonde she was pinned beneath and tried to ignore everything that made it a pretty great place to be. Despite taking every prior opportunity given to her to cuddle with the Aegis twins when they shared one body, Nia had pushed Pyra away when she tried to give her a hug. As much as she enjoyed feeling their breasts press up against her chest during their actual journey, things were different now.

Mythra had bent forward, her breasts doing all sorts of interesting things within the dress that contained them. Things might have been different, but the way that Nia felt towards those were much the same. Trying not to stare at them or any of the other things she appreciated about Mythra, Nia sniffed in sharply and tried to sound disinterested as she mumbled out a sullen, “What.” 

Maybe they’ve discussed things and… figured it out between themselves? That seemed pretty plausible to Nia. Sensible. Rational. They knew what Nia knew: it was going to be one of them, so they had probably worked out who it would be, and were just there to tell her that two of them were going to disappear into the night.

“We want to share Rex with you.”

Did my pillow’s stuffing get in my ears? “What.” 

“We want to share Rex with you, Nia.” This time, it came from Pyra, who stepped back up to the bed and sat down beside Nia’s upper half.

“... what?” the Gormotti Blade asked, much more softly, stunned. “You wanna… share Rex? With me?” she asked, and Mythra rolled her eyes. Her hands grabbed again at Nia’s shoulders, hips lifting as she made Nia shift from her on-her-side curl to lay on her back, sprawled flat. Then the blonde Aegis dropped her hips back down, making Nia grunt slightly before mumbling a confused, “What do you mean, you want to share Rex?” It didn’t make any sense.

“What do you think we mean?” Mythra reached her hands down to cradle Nia’s face in her hands, her hands as gentle as Pyra’s despite her cruder demeanor. “You’re not stupid, though let’s take back what I said. You’re being so, so much more dense than Rex now,” she said.

“Don’t be so mean to her,” Pyra started to chide her other half, but Mythra gave Pyra one dry look, then turned and dipped her face down to Nia’s. Rather than continue to waste words, the more direct of the two Blades used her actions to illustrate her point. 

Despite the line of thinking that went into her decision, it only succeeded in leaving Nia more confused. Is Mythra kissing me right now? It felt like Mythra was kissing her right now. That was definitely her lips on Nia’s own, and right in front of her shocked gaze was the blonde’s closed eyelids as she worked her mouth. The hands caressing her cheek and sliding up into her hair went straight behind her feline ears, scratching them in a way that just about made Nia’s body melt on the spot. 

Nia’s own digits rose, twitchy and unsure of what to do, what to touch, not yet accepting reality. I should probably push her off? Maybe? Pyra took one of her paws and squeezed it softly, and then Mythra left Nia’s right ear alone to take the other, fingers interlacing, palms touching. … … … Just going to stop thinking about this now, Nia decided, finally closing her eyes. She did more than allow the kiss; she accepted it and returned it, left breathless by the time that Mythra parted their lips.

“What do you think?” Mythra asked softly, and Nia swallowed, not willing to open her eyes.

“That, um, that it didn’t feel like sharing Rex,” Nia mumbled, and then laughed slightly, still reeling. “That, I… what just happened?” she whispered, as though worried their Driver might overhear them. She gave a slit-eyed look between Mythra’s face and what she could see of Pyra’s nearby body.

“If we’re going to share Rex… we’re going to have a lot of time to get to know each other better,” Mythra replied, heat rising in her cheeks but her mouth in a pleased smirk. “And we may as well keep busy while we wait for him, right?” A pause and a soft but short kiss against Nia’s parted lips preceded a few more words. “Unless you don’t want to, but something tells me you liked that.”

“Y-yeah, you’re… a good kisser, I guess,” Nia couldn’t believe it had happened, nor what was on offer before her.

“You guess? Of course I’m a good kisser, I’m the Aegis,” Mythra reminded Nia, something she seemed incapable of allowing anyone to forget. 

This better not be a dream, Nia thought as she closed her eyes, smiling weakly with her worry. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I’ve never… that was my first one,” she confessed, too bashful to shoot back at Mythra’s bravado. Her dream had been for it to happen with Rex, but she couldn’t deny what she felt towards the Aegis twins. 

“Then how about I give you a second one, while we’re here?” Mythra asked, her voice low, nearly as hot as the super-heated light she once commanded. Nia drew in a soft breath and nodded, closing her eyes as the blonde dipped down. Just before their lips met, Pyra giggled and squeezed the Gormotti's hand, reminding Nia of her presence.

“I’m sorry if I’m killing the mood, just… it was her first one too,” the redhead shared, and Mythra shot up, red flooding her face as she swung her head to glare at her twin, long hair fluttering with the swift movement.

“Come on!” Mythra complained, and though Pyra had the good grace to hide her grinning mouth behind her mouth, she didn’t try to hide her laughter. Nia joined her in it, and after a few moments Mythra’s fuming turned to pouting.

“Are you… are you two sure we can do this? That he’ll want to do this?” Nia asked when both she and Pyra had gotten their breath back. At the question, the redhead turned a little more inward on the bed and bent, briefly getting in Mythra’s way to share her own little kiss, sweeter and softer than the one that Mythra began.

“Absolutely,” Pyra promised against Nia’s lips afterwards, before rising from the bed. “He just needs some time before he’s ready for it. And when he is, we’ll make sure he understands we come together as a package deal. I’ll spend tonight with him, so you two can do a little more of that ‘getting to know each other’,” she said, giving both blushing Blades a teasing smile before stepping back.

Little more than kissing passed between Nia and Mythra that night, neither worried that Pyra would take advantage of being alone with Rex for one night. They fell asleep entangled, Nia once more enjoying the cuddling that she had constantly sought out during their world-saving journey. In the morning, she promised the blonde not to ever tell anyone that Mythra preferred being the little spoon - so long as Mythra let her be the little spoon, next time. 

They had a lot in common, after all.

As time passed them by, the Aegis twins were proven right about one thing: they had a lot of time to get to know each other better. For a guy who had saved the world before his sixteenth birthday and valued friendship more than anything else, Rex was frustratingly dense when it came to complicated feelings. He lived with three fetching women who were head-over-heels for them, constantly touching him and fussing over his wellness, and yet never looked at them as members of the opposite sex. 

All in all, it took seven for him to finally realize they weren’t just living with him because they loved him platonically, that they might have remained there even if he wasn’t their Driver. 

Not seven minutes or hour days or weeks or months, but seven long, long years. His realization was actually rather anticlimactic for them after all their patient waiting: there was no grand gesture declaring his love for one of them, no real romance or weighty moments. Nia had simply plopped her bottom on his lap, intent on feeding him a slice of the cake Pyra baked to celebrate his twenty-second birthday. 

Rex thought popping a stiffy beneath her was the end of his domestic bliss, horribly embarrassed. Though Nia was embarrassed too, she and the Aegis twins knew that it was, in truth, the start of the rest of their lives. And all things considered, it was a much-needed ego boost for her: it showed her that even though her figure didn’t come close to the Aegis’ twins, Rex liked what she had.

Not that the progression of their life sped up just because Nia purred in his ear that it was okay he had an erection, promising the birthday boy that she liked it. They let him chew on that for a few weeks, privately celebrating the breakthrough they had been dying for. Initially, they had all intended to save certain things for the day that Rex opened his eyes and saw them, but both Mythra and the Gormotti Blade were too impatient for that to be viable. 

Though they rotated who shared Rex’s bed with him (with at least four-person pile-up every fortnight), Pyra seemed to get a little more time with him than they did. It was a fair trade-off, considering how the blonde and the feline spent the time. Their excuse to Pyra was that it was training, that they were getting ready for the day that they finally slept with Rex. When Pyra learned of it, she smiled and politely neglected to point out that their secret sapphic tryst under Rex’s nose wasn’t teaching them much about sex with a man. She was just happy for them.

Another breakthrough came while the two were tangled up in their shared bed sheets, and Pyra woke up to find a still-sleeping Rex poking her in the thigh with his fourth Blade. Neither of the other two knew what Pyra whispered to him, just that it had him shouting profuse apologies and hastefully heading off to work for the day, half-dressed. 

Annoyed to be last but unwilling to be the least, Mythra struck out on her lonesome to deliver the coup de grace on his ignorance. She told her partners that she was going to grab Rex’s cock and tell him exactly what the three of them were going to do to him that night, and that she wouldn’t be deterred by anyone seeing them. Neither Pyra nor Nia were surprised to hear that Mythra was too embarrassed to go through with her bold plan, just dragging him home by hand and refusing to say a word. 

They sat him down and each took a turn on his lap, kissing him and telling him how they really felt. Rex’s astonished expression was fucking painful , point blank, and he didn’t seem to actually understand the unsubtle implications until they all took a second try on the kiss-a-go-round that was his lap. He asked for a little more time to think, something he did best while working, and they decided they could wait a few hours.

Naturally, that was the day that Rex came home from his diving with another woman, literally dredging her out of the sea on one of his dives. Another complicated cockblock, but as frustrating as they found it? At least it made sense. 

At least it was Pneuma, which did not make sense, raising many questions that screeched their stilted, three-on-one courtship to a halt.  After being nursed back to health, they hoped she would have some answers. The original form of the Aegis couldn’t give them more than a shrug and speculation; her last memory was her farewell to Rex, and she was as shocked to see her two halves as they were to see the product of their combined selves. They quickly discovered that she was in similar straits to Pyra and Mythra, unable to summon her sword for Rex nor able to call upon her other powers.

Within days of coming to, Pneuma picked up on what was happening between the four, stunning the three women with her request to partake in the arrangement they had come to– but then, what was there to be surprised about? She was the combination of the Aegis twins, after all. If they both loved Rex, it only stood to reason that Pneuma would have the same feelings, and be just as open to the peculiar living arrangement that they were intent on actualizing. The Aegis twins became the Aegis triplets.

Had Pneuma not shared Mythra’s openness to experimenting with other women, Nia might have felt left out– though Pneuma refused to call it training, possessing the confidence and comfort that Mythra wanted the world to think she had. They had sex together, plain and simple. 

Lacking Pyra’s self-consciousness, she just about killed the room when she up and casually asked during a routine family dinner Rex if he wanted to fuck his four brides-to-be before or after the wedding, and if he’d like to do it one-on-one or be buried beneath all of them at once. Once Pyra saved him from choking, he gave them his answer in a scratchy whisper. 

“After, and… the same, I… I think. I don’t want anyone to feel left out?” And then Rex laughed awkwardly, not sure what the fuck he was saying and they laughed less awkwardly with relief, and everything seemed like it was going to be fine for the five of them. 

But then Rex died a second death that night when they got on the topic of when he would pop the question to them, both from witlessly stumbling over his words and Nia taking a chomp out of his shoulder when she couldn’t take any more of him being wishy-washy. It was meant to be something of a love bite, but she had a bit too much wine throughout the evening and well, Mythra and Pneuma had learned the hard way how mouthy the literally flesh eating Blade could be.

After giving him some stitches, he popped the question, and they said yes, happy as could be. Rex didn’t have four rings ready to go for the Aegis triplets and Nia, or even really one ring, not even one left behind by his mother. That didn’t make much difference to them, however. None of them needed a ring on their finger with the bond that they had forged with him. In a way, they each already had a jewel proving their connection to them. Indeed, for the three Aegis girls, their core crystals seemed to serve little other purpose than marking them as unique Blades.

The date? Planning things out? The women all took care of that later. They all knew Rex was hopeless with that sort of shit, even if Nia was the only one who would say it bluntly, and if anything were left to him they’d likely suffer for it. Aside from their constant war meetings to decide on things like who to invite, what to wear and how they would handle catering (would Pyra really cook her own wedding feast?), their already lively home grew even more so. 

Particularly for the three of them that liked to fool around with each other. Nothing seemed to get them hornier than their impending nuptials, something that affected even Pneuma despite her comparative maturity when left side by side with Nia and Mythra.

Although none of the Blades had grown beyond their short stature, either clocking 5’0 or just under, Rex had shot up like a beanstalk; just over a foot taller than any of them. Any ounce of boyishness in his face and body had been traded out for rugged handsomeness, at odds with the unchangingly painful earnestness of his personality. If any of them had doubts about waiting for him to catch on? 

Well, he was proving to be worth the wait, and they were eager for him to finally put his ‘fourth Blade’ to good use. Pyra was the one most excited for it, even if she was quieter about it; the newcomer to their overall fivesome eventually reminded them with a hint of sass who his ‘fourth Blade’ actually was, and they transitioned to referring to his much-anticipated cock as his fifth.

Leftheria had grown from a sleepy hamlet to a bustling little town in the seven years that had passed, and it seemed to shake off the last of its drowsiness with the coming event. Those crazy kids who saved the world were finally doing it! They were actually going to tie the knot! Several knots! The ongoing bet pool trying to finger exactly when they were going to settle down finally paid out, several years earlier than anyone expected it to.

Though Rex didn’t seem particularly enthused about taking two weeks off work for various festivities and spending time with their friends, he went along with it without complaint. He didn’t seem all that hot on having the entire settlement watch their ceremony either, but that, too, he accepted. That was a bit weird to them, given how friendly he was with everyone, but in a private discussion, the ladies figured romance must have been a lot more difficult for him to handle than a proper romantic relationship. And they weren’t exactly setting him up for a conventional union. 

The only place Rex put his foot down was the catering: they couldn’t afford to pay someone for the top-of-the-line food the women wanted served. Pyra didn’t love that she would be cooking and serving food on their big day, but she was a big girl in more ways than her tits. She smiled, shrugged and accepted the burden (if only to prevent Mythra, who eagerly volunteered to subject Leftheria to her culinary prowess, absolutely certain she wouldn’t cause anyone food poisoning).

They counted down the days with bated breath, and when Rex wasn’t around they discussed how they would handle their five-way consummation after the reception. Considering he hadn’t told them any different, they plotted around tackling him all at once, proving their love with more physicality than their vows and a kiss ever could. 

Nia would be the one to claw him out of his clothes, if he wasn’t quick in undressing. 

Considering Pyra would be doing the most work that day, she would be the first one to enjoy him; each of the other Aegis girls would squeeze up to his sides, and Nia would hug him from behind, each kissing and caressing him. 

Then Pneuma would be up, if only because Nia could sit on her face amidst her pounding while Pyra and Mythra kissed Rex. Mythra squabbled over that for a while, arguing for seniority, but the others agreed that Pneuma had enough Pyra in her to squeeze in before Mythra. 

Ultimately, she accepted that she would be third in line for Rex’s cock, guaranteed by everyone but Rex that he would take her in the way she idealized: on all fours. For that, their not-quite-sweet little pussy’s sweet little pussy would get even more attention, Mythra’s blonde head held down between her thighs, a consolation for being last, for putting the others before her.

For Nia, it wasn’t all that bitter of a pill to swallow. She was going to be last, but she knew she wasn’t going to be the least amongst them. With how strapping and fit Rex had become, they had no doubt he would be up for so much more thereafter. If he needed a little encouragement? None of them had sucked a cock before, obviously not, but considering they had saved the world from Malos’ bad attitude (a severe understatement)? They were pretty sure they could figure out an equitable way to handle three of them servicing his shaft and balls, trading out with the fourth for kissing’s sake.

It was sure to be a night that they would remember forever, full of passion and romance.

And if they had their way, and they were going to have their way– every night would be just like it.

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As Nia would eloquently put during their ceremony’s post-mortem after several glasses of wine? The wedding was a complete shitshow, and they could trace the reason for that back to one decision, one thing that should have been simple and painless. They had asked Rex to pick his best man, but it was too much pressure for him– he only had two really close male friends, and didn’t want to hurt either of their feelings. It would either be Tora or Zeke who handled the important role and the duties that came with it.

Seeing how they were handling every other aspect of the day, the women shrugged, agreed and added it to their to-do list. They later reconvened to decide the matter by committee, and the result was unanimous. Rex’s best man could not be Tora or Zeke. They all liked (or at least tolerated) Tora, but they did not want a nopon speech during the most important dinner of their life. And Zeke? Well, that would be worse than a nopon giving a speech-pon; sure, he could be serious when it mattered, but if anyone was taking advantage of the open bar…

It was going to be Zeke. So, the four matrimony-bound mavericks went outside the norm and asked someone they trusted to approach the matter with gravitas and dignity. Initially, all their plans had included Morag as one of their bridesmaids, but surely she would understand and be willing to step in. Indeed, she was more than up to the task when a couple of them traveled to ask if she’d accept the honor of being their groom’s best man. Alas, she was also quite busy, and it was hard enough for her and Brighid to make time to be there for the ceremony. In the end, she declined, knowing she couldn’t be present at the rehearsal or handle the rest of the best man’s lot.

A grave disappointment, but the wedding council figured that Tora would be fine so long as one of them helped with his speech. There was just one problem with that; Tora hated public speaking, so he too declined. Frustrating, and they had little time left to fill the role, given how late in the planning process Rex fessed up to being worried about upsetting his friends. They went to Zeke with reservations, and he seemed to sense that. 

Solemn promises on his part did a lot to ease their concerns. By the time they walked away, they felt good about things. He didn’t disappoint them during the wedding, not once bringing chaos upon them, not even during his big speech. It was really rather touching, in fact. Mythra in particular tried really hard not to cry, but she wasn’t all that great at holding back her tears when they wanted to run down her cheeks.

The wonderful speech did not make up for the chaos Zeke did cause before the wedding, which he was profusely apologetic about. As the best man, he was responsible for planning the bachelor party, and by all accounts he gave Rex, Tora and their various buddies an unforgettable experience that most of them would not remember. There was a lot of drinking involved, with few able to keep up with how much liquor Zeke pounded back, insisting everyone join him. It did not occur to the Prince of Tantal that none of his friends had a liver half as jaded as his. 

Rex certainly didn’t. He had a beer or two each night, and that was more or less that; when Nia and Mythra were wasted on wine and Pneuma was enjoying a nice buzz, he and Pyra tended to be the only sober ones in their home.

That night though, Rex drank like a fish out of water. He had a terrible hangover for the entire ceremony; Pneuma even had to feed each of his vows to him when they were before the altar. Mythra’s wedding ring ended up on the wrong finger– lame stuff, all told, but nothing world-ending. 

That wasn’t what left a gloom over the girls during their special day, though. No, that was what Rex tearfully confessed to them in their shared dressing room, breaking wedding conventions in his need to be honest with them. He knew how much they were looking forward to finally consummating their weird relationship, and that it was supposed to be everyone’s first time together. 

None of them had discussed THAT, not explicitly, and it actually boggled Nia and Mythra’s mind that Rex hadn’t noticed that they’d been regularly sleeping together for seven years. Rather than reveal their (apparently) sapphic secret to him, they listened as he proceeded to tell them about how he had gotten laid by one of the strippers Zeke hired. 

It was not what any bride wanted to hear hours before entering wedlock, and it was due cause for calling off the entire thing altogether, but– they pushed past it. Only Pneuma seemed relatively unbothered by it, the only one genuine in sharing the sentiment that it was probably good for him to have some practice. 

None of the little mistakes or other fuck-ups Rex caused during the day came near his confession in scale. It was all stuff that they could sweep beneath the proverbial rug until later. Usually straight-edged, Pyra got pretty hard into the wine when she finished serving the food, both feeling the stress more keenly than the others with all the extra work she had to do and just wanting to unwind. A bit of alcohol went a long way for each of them. 

Even if their wedding ceremony had been rather lousy, at least they knew their wedding night would be something special. Unfortunately, Nia found it much harder to be chill about Rex’s preemptive infidelity when it came time to claw off his clothes, leaving the newlywed man slightly bloody in the process. After they took care of that, it was time for him to give Pyra her due– she laid back spread for him, gorgeous and ready, red eyes heavy-lidded. It turned out that they were heavy-lidded with sleep more so than arousal; she passed out before Rex’s cock was inside her. 

Determined not to be disappointed, Pneuma rolled her fellow Aegis out of the way and whispered sultry words of encouragement to Rex, who took them to heart a little too well. She was quickly put-out by how quickly he poured his cum into her, not even embarrassed by it; Nia didn’t even have time to crawl over Pneuma’s face. Rather than continue, she made way for Mythra, whispering assurances of how medically speaking, his premature pop-off would ensure he lasted much longer with her. Mythra took that to heart and helped Rex get hard again, drunken bluster fading to shy blushing. When he was ready, she turned and presented herself in the way she wanted him to take her.

But finally showing some assertiveness, Rex flipped Mythra from her knees to her back and fucked her like he had something to prove. It wasn’t bad for her, but it wasn’t what she wanted. 

By that time, Nia’s jets had cooled enough that she chose to just cuddle up to Pyra’s warmth, tucking her head under the passed-out redhead’s chin while she waited. She was still interested in proceeding, but– Pyra was so warm and soft and smelled so lovely. Nia faded off well before Rex finished, and Pneuma joined them, enclosing their kitten between two mirrors of the body she loved. As Mythra later put it, Rex actually lasted a really long time. It wasn’t bad but it eventually hit a point where it was boring her– though she didn’t hold that against him. There was no way he could match up to Nia’s intimate knowledge of the blonde’s body after so many years.

“Next time will be better, seriously,” Mythra promised them, and she was right. But it wasn’t exactly a high bar, there, considering how low things had gotten. They didn’t try for another fivesome, finding Rex had a much easier time performing without an audience or the pressure of knowing others were waiting for him. The same held true for romance; they realized quickly that in order to make the most of their marriage, only one woman could claim him each night.

Thankfully, they had something to keep them busy. Everyone in Leftheria deeply appreciated Rex for his role in saving the world, but that didn’t extend to him being paid handsomely; his work was split between diving in the newfound ocean and monster-hunting, something only Nia could join him for now that the others could not summon their swords. Even before Pneuma showed up, Mythra and Pyra worked hard to contribute. 

Their small home had been expanded over the years, to both ensure everyone had their own room– just for some privacy, when they wanted it –and to include rooms and amenities for their guests. When Rex didn’t need Nia with him, she joined the Aegis twins (and then triplets) in running the Aegis Inn, so-named for what they once were, and the surname they had taken. Business was looking good.

Despite the rocky celebration of its formal beginning, their future together was looking bright, and though it took a while for everyone to get a worthwhile share of Rex, either on a date or in the sack? It was worth the wait. 

Eventually.

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The day after their first anniversary:

Footsteps started coming down the hallway just outside the room she was in. The click of the heels hitting hardwood floors told her exactly who it was: Pyra. Pneuma preferred to wear flats. 

When she could get away with it, she personally preferred to go barefoot around their home and place of business. Made it easy to sneak around without either of her sisters nagging at her. Otherwise, she took more after Pyra, and always tried to make sure her shoes left her taller than the redhead.

Though barefoot, she hadn’t been doing much sneaking.

Expecting the same-old, same-old, Mythra didn’t bother tearing her eyes away from the site before her, lips pursed and blonde brows furrowed. Her only reaction was to tighten the squeeze of her arms around her legs, hugged close enough to her chest that her breasts cushioned it from her thighs, chin parked atop her knees, unwilling to let go. Doing so would be a form of surrender, of acceptance, for what was about to happen.

The footsteps stopped, and Mythra could practically feel Pyra’s eyes on the back of her head. A little annoyed, a little put-out, but not so much so that she would get angry about the cause. 

The blonde stayed as still as she could until she heard the little inhale that would precede the gentle expression of her sister’s otherwise unstated disappointment. Then, Mythra mouthed the words as Pyra spoke them out loud. “What are you doing, Mythra?” It was really tempting to just say them out loud, as snide and prissy as she could manage them. Wholly unnecessary shit-stirring on her part, but–

Well. Mythra was bored out of her fucking mind. Rather than fess up to that, Mythra took a moment to think through her answer before telling Pyra, “I don’t know. Watching paint dry, I guess. That’s what it looks like, right?” Indeed, the oldest guest room in the Aegis Inn had received a fresh coat over its walls. Mythra had finished the task about an hour prior, and had not done much else since. “It’s interesting.”

“I guess,” Pyra replied. “It looks a little like that. More like you’re avoiding doing any work again,” she added, which Mythra mostly mouthed in advance. Just a word or two off, but close enough. They might not have been sisters in the human sense of the word, but twins had always been an apt moniker for them and the connection they shared. 

“That’s not–”

“Something the Aegis would do, right. Except it’s what you’re doing right now, isn’t it?” Pyra finished and then accused without real ire. Mythra knew exactly how her other half would bookend it: with maternal care. “You know the fumes are bad for you. Are you still wearing your mask?”

Mythra turned her head and showed Pyra a sarcastically bright smile, perking her eyebrows. The aforementioned face mask hung down around her neck, revealing the perfect teeth otherwise hidden behind her pouty lips. She was ready to dredge up sass for Pyra, but she paused, seeing the fresh folded linens laid over the redhead’s arms. “What are you doing?” she asked as her smile started to slip.

With it, Mythra could feel her excuse for slacking off slip away, too. Her question was rhetorical. Fresh linens in the Aegis Inn could only mean one thing: “We have a guest.” A domestic lifestyle didn’t agree with Mythra, not truly, but for all her attitude, she liked people. She liked having guests. She missed having guests. After enjoying eight years of steady business, the last eight months had been a drought for tourism. “So can you clean up and make yourself productive?” After a pause Pyra added meaningfully, lips pursed, “Actually clean up.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mythra scoffed out, covering up her interest and the bubbling excitement within her. Without a second thought about it, she gave her surrender, releasing her legs from their hug and beginning to rise. She crossed her arms over the paint-stained jumpsuit she wore.

“Do you actually want to get into this right now?” Pyra asked, her eyebrows pinching together in a mirror of her lip’s purse, giving her blonde sister a look . Today, she seemed to be running a short fuse. And unfortunately for her, Mythra was too, even with her interest kindled. Even Pneuma had something of a temper as of late, stressed about the situation none of them could do anything about.

“Yeah, actually,” Mythra challenged. “Say what you mean. Don’t be shy. You might enjoy this housewife stuff, but you’re still the Aegis.” Attacking along those lines was always a sure way to annoy Pyra into fucking off entirely– just for the fun of it. Mythra intended to be productive.

“Fine,” Pyra said, and Mythra blinked. “It’s been months since you last put any effort into your appearance.” Mythra blinked again. “I know things haven’t been easy lately, but one of the reasons people come here is to see us, and it’s like you’re going out of your way to look frumpy. If you’re so proud of us being the Aegis, try and look the part. You don’t have to put on makeup or a dress, but at least brush your hair and put on some shoes. Please.”

The honesty stung more than Mythra expected it to. She hesitated, half-expecting Pyra to soften and apologize– but Mythra could tell more than that, Pyra was as stressed out and listless as she was. Nothing sweet was about to chase the bitter medicine she invited upon herself. Looking aside, Mythra started to speak in a more subdued tone. “Sorry, it’s just been…”

“I know,” Pyra said, and walked away.

“Lonely,” Mythra finished in a mumble, as ridiculous as it felt to say. Things had gotten better after the wedding, but shifting circumstances found the five-person marriage straining. For so long, so much of their lives had revolved around Rex. Splitting up their time with him had been the only way to make it manageable and achievable, but the mostly-even divide in their husband’s time had not lasted. 

The Aegis triplets knew it wasn’t because he favored Nia over them. They knew that even in the earliest days, when it became clear the feline Blade was going to get the most time with him by virtue of still being combat-capable. 

After a few weeks of consistent but infrequent sexual activity with a man, Nia’s heats began in earnest, starting frequently and lasting for long, long days. Her unique physiology as a Gormotti-styled Blade turned Flesh Eater kept her from a much more reasonable, predictable schedule; the intensity of her heats left her violent and frustrated if denied. They surrendered their turns to Nia, rather than make things harder on both her and Rex.

Both Mythra and Pneuma had tried to ‘help’, but when she was taken by her misfiring need to breed, Nia’s only attraction was to dick. It was her only interest. It was her only care. Not a big problem for Pneuma, but for Mythra, it meant losing the special bond they had made while waiting for Rex to use his brain. That hurt.

It had been over a month since any of the three Aegis sisters spent meaningful time with either one of them. During her last weekend of clarity, Nia had promised that she’d do everything she could to fight it off when it came to celebrating the one year anniversary of their marriage. Though they all smiled and thanked Nia for that, none of them got their hopes up. Nia made that promise constantly.

None of them were surprised that while they ate the splendid, candle-lit dinner Pyra prepared, Nia was moaning loudly a room away, unable to even do them the courtesy of keeping her volume down. Rex would have to fuck her three or four times a day to keep her grounded in reality; anything less and she’d be throwing explosive tantrums, clawing the shit out of the everything and everyone that got close to her.

The severity of the problem necessitated Rex always taking Nia to work, now– even if he was just diving in the ocean to retrieve salvage, he had to remain close to her, ready to fuck her sane with little notice. If he didn’t stick it in her quickly, they had quickly found that Nia would start hunting for other sources of cock and sperm. She didn't want to do that, and with tears in her eyes had begged the others to make sure she never went that far. Considering how the three Aegis sisters were one Core Crystal away from being human women? Not exactly practical.

Mythra spent another moment in the freshly-painted room, alone with her sense of melancholy. Then, she sucked in a breath, lifted her shoulders and strutted her way out of the room, forcing her sagged shoulders up and her spine into a proper posture. Having a new guest would distract her from the funk she was feeling.

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“At least brush your hair,” Mythra pantomimed Pyra’s voice grumpily, holding the bulk of said hair with one hand, the other clutching her brush’s handle with a death grip. A grimace flickered over her features and a soft, pained grunt slipped from her lips as she managed to drag it through the worst of the tangle in her long golden locks. “Of course you’d say that like it’s the easiest thing in the world,” she grumbled to herself. 

During better days, Mythra was proud of her hair and took great care of it. Unlike her voluptuous figure and her petite height, it wasn’t a constant nor immutable– it grew long, it grew thick and most of all, it grew quick. Maintaining it was a bit of a chore, but also a way for her to express herself and flaunt her power, especially in combat against sentient foes. She had always preferred to keep it loose. No tail, no hairband, no scrunchie– just free-flowing down her back, tickling the back of her knees. It was a liability most serious fighters wouldn’t allow themselves to keep, but it didn’t impact Mythra’s prowess back in the day. Not with her speed, and the precognitive ability of Foresight. 

If she didn’t want someone to touch her, they couldn’t. Point blank, even if she had a flowing mane streaming behind her at all times. Those powers were gone now, of course but after Malos’ defeat, she didn’t need them anymore. She could keep her hair in whatever style she wanted, just because she liked it that way. Mythra maintained her daily routine for it throughout the years leading up to her marriage, and especially into it. One thing that she hadn’t shared out loud was what she hoped Rex would do during their wedding night, when he took her in the way they planned– her on her hands and knees.

She wanted him to be the first person she allowed to grab and pull her hair, a subtle show of the trust and love she had for him. That made it all the more disappointing when he instead took Mythra in the same way he was supposed to fuck Pyra, and Pneuma too, not wanting to give anyone ‘special treatment’. When they all discussed what had gone wrong, Mythra found it easy to lie about her experience. The one thing that she was honest about was how long it lasted– it was like Rex didn’t want to cum at all. She had claimed it gotten to the point of ‘beginning to bore her’– after a few minutes of his rough, awkwardly-paced humping, her pussy had dried right the fuck up. 

It was a small wonder he didn’t chafe her. In the dozen or so times they got to sleep together before Nia had to hog his cock for health reasons, he did get better, but Mythra still felt that disappointment. Even so, she kept her hair ready for a good yanking up until two weeks ago, when she finally accepted it probably wasn’t going to happen until Nia calmed the fuck down from all their fucking. 

It wasn’t dirty ! It wasn’t like she hadn’t washed it, but she didn’t bother giving it the usual love and appreciation, dropping it and make-up from her daily routine. “Short-haired skank,” Mythra mumbled of Pyra as she tugged the brush through another knot in her hair, flinching. Her other half’s hair grew in the same manner as her own, but she never let it grow past her chin.

“Do you want some help?” Pneuma asked from behind Mythra, briefly startling her. The fused form’s preference for flats did not lend themselves to stealth, like Mythra’s love of going barefoot, but she’d been so lost in her own head that she hadn’t been listening. “Pyra has the guest handled, so I have a minute.”

Clearing her throat, Mythra slanted her head enough that she could see her other sister in her vanity’s reflection. For the most part, Pneuma’s personality seemed to pull from the best and worst of both Mythra and Pyra. Maybe it was fairer to say they pulled from her best and worst halves, exaggerated without the counterbalance, but Mythra wasn’t one to put herself beneath others. The green-haired, ponytail-toting Aegis smiled slightly and waited.

“Yeah,” Mythra mumbled after a moment, tugging the brush free and lifting it over her shoulder. “I guess. Don’t try and do something fancy or put it up, though,” she warned. The last time that she had allowed one of her sisters to handle her hair, she had ended up with a thick ponytail that drove her wild as it bounced off her back. She could handle countless thick locks individually brushing, but one weighty mass of hair? Obnoxious.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Pneuma promised solemnly, though Mythra wouldn’t put it past her. She could be as nurturing and good-natured as Pyra, but there were times when the more Mythra-esque part of her peeked through, more playful yet not as snarky or defensive. Stepping into Mythra’s personal domain, Pneuma then took the brush and gently gathered Mythra’s hair from over her shoulder, beginning to work the brush with care through the long gold. “Did Pyra yell at you because the guest saw you?”

“No,” Mythra puffed out, gazing at herself in the mirror, trying to decide how far she’d go with her cosmetics. “She yelled at me because he might see me. Have you met him yet?” The sister’s natural beauty was such that they didn’t need much – throughout the years, they had found that many women were sure they caked it on heavily, using it as justification for their cattiness towards them. Just a little went a long way for them, however. A slight look up, and gazing at Pneuma’s face just over hers was strange; they and Pyra almost shared the same mien, with only subtle differences. Were she to dye her hair and put it up, Mythra knew she could fool even Rex. Maybe even Nia– maybe her sharp nose would make a difference there.

“Yeah, I checked him in.”

“What’s he like?” Mythra asked curiously, looking back at herself. The tangles that she had struggled with parted like the Cloud Sea for Pneuma’s technique, annoyingly so.

“Older guy. Bit bigger than Rex. Pretty good looking. Seems to be well-off. Really polite and generous,” Pneuma listed off idly, though her smile grew accordingly. “Very free with the compliments, but not in a creepy way. I think you’ll like him,” she told Mythra.

When business was really booming, pervs and lechs made up a noticeable portion of their customers. The Aegis Inn’s proprietors knew that they were its chief attraction. Even in Leftheria, were better inns with better service and more lavish furnishings, but none of them could say that three legendary, world-saving Blades ran the place and saw to everyone’s needs. Some cared less about their deeds and more about their legendary bodies– three amazing babes and not one of them was shy about showing a little skin. They all left disappointed, though, learning quickly that the skin was on display for a man that didn’t seem to notice them.

Some even had to be rolled out of the building after their dicks got a little knee action from Mythra (sometimes Nia, back in the day), once their excessive compliments veered from flattery into verbally violating the girls. Mythra smiled a little bit. “Doubt it,” she told Pneuma. “If there’s one thing I don’t miss about this place being busy, it’s hearing guys butter us up.”

“Is that so?” Pneuma asked, brush stopping.

“Yeah,” Mythra replied confidently, though her smile slipped when Pneuma started to giggle at her. “What are you laughing at?” she asked, suspicious.

“You,” Pneuma said, stopping her laughs with a sigh and beginning to brush away again. “I love you, Myth, but you’re an attention whore. You’ve caught more compliments from fishing than Rex has actual fish , and he tried to be a professional fisherman last summer. More than all of that,” she said, not hiding her amusement, “you’re a complete slut for praise. The only reason you let your hair get this bad is because you haven’t had anyone to eye-fuck your ego with their admiration.”

“I–” Mythra began somewhere in the middle of Pneuma’s first accusation, stopping and starting with her stammer numerous times throughout. With each fresh attempt at a defensive rebuttal, her face grew redder and redder. When Pneuma dealt the final blow of her verbal assault, timed with the last necessary drag of the brush, Mythra’s face could have used Pyra’s hair for camouflage. “Shut up,” she finally gave up and snapped, grabbing at the brush. “I’m not an ATTENTION WHORE, I’m the–”

“The Aegis, right,” Pneuma said, fighting to keep her smile as a grin as she took a step back, allowing Mythra to steal the brush. “Yeah, you can’t let anyone forget that, can you?” she teased. “Like I said, I love you, but I think between the four of us, you were the only one who didn’t actually hate those guys,” she claimed, taking a few backwards steps.

As though she had maintained her power of Foresight, Pneuma was already closing the door by the time Mythra twisted awkwardly in her stiff-backed seat, chucking the hairbrush at the fused form of the Aegis but only hitting the closed portal. “You’re welcome for the help,” Pneuma laughed. “I’m going to the market. See you later.”

“Go suck a cock, you hussy!” Mythra shouted back.

“LANGUAGE, MYTHRA,” only Pyra replied, in a nearby part of the building. That made the blonde roll her eyes and throw up her hands in exasperation, only to then bury her face within those palms.

“Attention whore,” Mythra mumbled against her skin, before trying to physically scrub the blush out of her embarrassed cheeks. She couldn’t be more wrong, she told herself. I’m just not shy about how great we are. There’s nothing wrong with that, she reassured herself, and I definitely haven’t ever– FISHED for compliments. People just praise me because I’m great. I’m hot. If Rex had free time from Nia, or if we weren’t sharing him in the first place, he’d go right to me, she added. … Whatever. She was just fucking with me.

Mythra sat there for a moment, trying to shake off the rattling that the teasing had given her. Unfortunately, ignoring that kind of prodding just wasn’t in her nature; when she saw or sensed a challenge before her, Mythra liked to rise to it. If she thinks that’s what I’m like… I’ll just have to show her how wrong she is, she decided, and finally dropped her hands to her knees, pushing up and giving herself a determined look in the mirror, hands following to her hips. 

The gorgeous woman staring back at her just reaffirmed what Mythra had convinced herself of, long ago. She was great. She was hot. She was what every man wanted, even if they claimed otherwise. She was what most women wanted, and those who didn’t want her probably wanted to be her, or at least have some part of her. 

Mythra had only gotten as far as washing paint off her face and stripping out of her jumpsuit before getting started on her hair, leaving her in the comfortable underwear she had thrown on under them. Even while they were being held up and slightly compressed by her sports bra, Mythra’s breasts could be considered dressed to impress. Their size and swell looked even larger than they really were for her petite size, slim limbs and trim waist. 

Of course, her hips had to both counterbalance her weighty top-half and fit the matching ass she considered downright fabulous. They were flared wide, leading down to the smooth, toned legs that made up most of her height. Despite how they lacked length relative to most others, Mythra was certain she defined leggy. She peeled off her panties, plain cotton and cozy for her pelvis as her sports bra was for her chest. After peeling off the top, she struck another pose, flicking her long, knee-length locks over one shoulder in the process. 

Revealed, her breasts hardly seemed like they needed the support and protection that her bra had offered them. The Aegis Blades might have had physical appearances based on humans, but they were perfected forms. Flawless, with a true symmetry nature could never achieve. 

Her tits– in her eyes, the tits of tits throughout all time, –were the exact same size and shape, something Nia had made her prove with a measuring tape (while also leaving her feline friend with benefits self-conscious about the slight difference between her more modest ta-tas). They sat high on her chest, each one large enough to spill outward unbound, affected by gravity and yet showing no hint of sag. Puffy pink areola served as the base for either of her stiffened nipples, standing out sharply against her creamy skin. With how sleek her body otherwise was, they made up a sizable portion of her weight. Just above the plunge of her cleavage, her green core crystal gleamed. Most of her clothes showed it off, and in doing so ensured even when she wasn’t showing a little titty off, they were bound to fetch some attention.

For all the hair that hung from Mythra’s head, not a single stray one broke up the flawless, smooth perfection of her skin beyond her eyebrows. That was true of Pneuma and Pyra as well, and they had Mythra to thank for it. Her former mastery of light had given her the means to burn it all away with close care, and it had never grown back. Setting her feet shoulder-width apart, Mythra smirked haughtily at the sight of her own mound and the pussy that graced it. Her favorite thing about visiting hot springs had to be checking out other women– not just because she found them attractive, but because it gave her a chance to show off and see how they compared to her. 

Extended self-admiration had left Mythra wet, just as it always did, but her cunt was the best around. As far as she was concerned, anyway. It was tight and tiny, perfectly suited for the princess-like role she served amongst the other two Aegis. Not her alternate selves, but the brothers that she liked to forget she ever had, seeing how one was off fuck-knows-where and Malos was a prick right up until the end. Some of the women that Mythra had checked out and sized against herself had less prim privates, with lips that parted without encouragement or even dangled a bit. She didn’t dislike those pussies, but demure and tucked in?

If Mythra had it, it was the best. She gave her favorite pussy a teasing pat (Nia never minded Mythra claiming that), then turned, lifting her hands from her hips to pull the back-obscuring curtain of her hair over one shoulder. With nothing in the way, she turned her head to admire herself in the mirror once more. Her sleek back was just as sexy as her frontside, particularly as one followed its sleek curving down to where her hips flowed outward. 

Although everyone (including Mythra herself) considered her tits to be her body’s main attraction, she had a special fondness for her ass. It just didn’t get enough appreciation for what it was, with how her hair covered it most of the time. Like her tits, it was perfectly round, each cheek one-to-one with the other despite such curves being impossible in nature. Weighty, well-padded, but round in its shapeliness, giving even her most casual steps a hypnotic sway. Even the slightest amount of force back there resulted in distortion and rippling. Mythra reached back with both hands, fingers tucking under where her ass’ cheeks flowed into her thighs, giving it a little bounce and smirking with pleasure at her rump’s results. She took things just one step further, giving herself a clap across her bountiful booty, pale skin quickly reddening with her handprint.

To the deeper recesses of her mind, the sting served as a reminder that Rex had never fucked her from behind, not on that first night or any of their subsequent hook-ups. 

He hadn’t ever really given it a slap or a good squeeze; that was something Mythra had only gotten from Nia, and it was beginning to seem like she’d never enjoy another– she found it a bit too weird to approach Pneuma for such things without a third party involved. Hell, he hadn’t ever given her tits that kind of appreciation either– but Mythra had walked in on him kissing all over Nia’s, failing to notice her presence until he rose to stick his dick in her mouth. And on one extra shitty night, she had walked into her room to find Rex fucking Nia doggy-style on her bed, pulling on the cock-crazed feline’s long silver hair. Apparently, Nia couldn’t wait for them to make it all the way to hers.

Mythra bit hard on the inside of her cheek and closed her eyes, forcing the thoughts back, forcing herself to focus on what had gotten her revved-up. 

“Going to prove to Pneuma that I’m not an attention whore,” Mythra whispered, then got to work. 

There was a really simple, sensible way to go about doing that. It did not involve the blonde Blade squeezing her tits into a lacy black bra and a matching pair of clinging panties that bordered on lingerie. Furthermore, it probably didn’t include her picking out a garter belt and matching set of stockings from her wardrobe, clipping the highest reach of her thigh-highs to ensure they stayed up throughout the rest of the day and evening. She gave herself another look in the mirror, complete with a twirl, making sure everything was on just right– panties practically disappearing between her ass, tits forming a canyon worth of cleavage.

Already knowing exactly what dress she was going to wear, Mythra moved on to her make-up and accessories. Greens always went best with her golden hair and eyes, and further matched with her core crystal. Just a bit of black mascara and a subtle flick of emerald eyeshadow on her face, with a shiny gloss on her lips that made their pouty pink pop. The earrings that she put on had been a wedding present from Rex (though Mythra knew he had begged Morag to pick out perfect presents for each of them), gold dangling exquisitely-cut emeralds in the shape of her core crystal. Her wedding ring had never left her finger, but a few more joined them.

The dress? The dress was something that Mythra had never worn before, so tight and shape-conforming that in the right light, one could even see the dip of her navel amidst the hugging black fabric. Tailored for her personally, its halter-styled straps wrapped around her neck like some sort of choker, leaving an open stretch to tease eyes with mind-breaking cleavage and the unique core crystal above it. Most of her back was left bare, right down to where it revealed a glimpse of where her ass divided. It lacked any real skirt, only going so far down her thighs, leaving several inches of her thighs between the dress’ hem and the top of her stockings.

After ensuring she had done what she could to make sure there were no wrinkles in its fit, Mythra went to her walk-in closet, one side lined with a shelf full of shoes. It took her a moment to find the right heels to go with the dress, matching her criteria, black and ass-boosting and at least as tall as the pair that she saw Pyra wearing. Delightfully, the ones she found had an extra inch. Four inches might have been a little excessive, but the whole thing was excessive. The dress and underwear had been purchased with Rex in mind, even if he never enjoyed either.

Mythra had a point to prove. She wasn’t an attention whore, so she was going to dress like one and let her actions speak for herself as she played a cool, respectable hostess to their new guest. By the time dinner rolled around? Pneuma was going to fall over herself in her hurry to apologize to Mythra, and Pyra was going to be so fucking proud of her, too. They’d both heap so much praise on Mythra, and surely their guest would have plenty of compliments for her too. She grinned, feeling herself cheered up for the first time all month.

Mythra was hot. She was the Aegis. She was the best at everything she tried her hand at.

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Much later that night:

Most mornings and evenings, the Aegis triplets and the rest of their marital unit ate with their guests. The pricey, daily cost of a room included three stellar meals cooked by Pyra. Not included in the price was an opportunity to hear tales about their exploits in saving the world. That was a side benefit, but something most visitors loved– and something ever-friendly Rex enjoyed, too. As such, they frequently waited to serve meals until he was home from work.

That night, they waited long enough that Pyra eventually threw in the towel, apologizing profusely to their guest for the delay. 

Although he admitted that he wished to speak with Rex about something, he didn’t mind the wait, accepting the apology graciously but ensuring the red-haired Aegis that he wasn’t inconvenienced by waiting so long. He told her that he was sure it would be worth the wait, and empathetically confirmed such once he started eating. A chef himself, he surprised and pleased Pyra with insightful questions on her preparation technique and ingredient choice. At the same time, he juggled conversation with Pneuma on Torna’s history, admitting to being something of a history buff. She had a sharper memory for that sort of thing than Mythra, the form she had taken while fighting at Prince Adam’s side.

He spoke the least with the blonde Blade, and yet she was certain that she was receiving the bulk of his attention throughout the evening. More often than not, it felt like he was looking her in the eyes, smiling at her with amiable warmth and intrigue, even when he was just asking her to pass the salt. They had done a lot of talking throughout the afternoon already. He didn’t say much about himself, but he had kept Mythra talking about herself and their strange little family for hours, and in doing so kept her from doing anything Pyra considered ‘productive’. Finding him to be such a breath of fresh air in her life, she prattled on and told him just about everything he wanted to know.

Even before dinner, Mythra had found it increasingly difficult to keep up the eye contact he often served up, and his handsome smiles in particular made her feel all sorts of jitters, none of them bad. During the dinner, they left her so flustered that she didn’t even try to butt into the conversation once. If he noticed how often she seemed to shy away from his eyes and how squirmy she got under his smile, he didn’t see it as a reason to pull a proverbial punch.

Through the faint sense that she still shared with her sisters, Mythra could tell they were charmed by him, too– that he made them feel like they were the only ones in the room, almost. But Mythra was certain that his interest in her was different, that it was more special . It only ramped up with each sip of wine that she took, trying to get her head on some semblance of straightness. Yet every sip just left her more open, vulnerable to the effect he was having on her, until she couldn’t even really look at him for longer than a moment without having to fight sudden giggles. 

Needing something to distract herself from him, she took to playing with her hair; even then she enjoyed it enough that she kept sneaking glances at him. Many of those peeks, he seemed to catch, leaving Mythra with butterflies in her belly as looked away with embarrassment. Unsurprisingly, neither Pneuma nor Pyra praised her for being a great, affable hostess– but Mythra didn’t really mind or notice. His attention was all the praise that she needed. 

It wasn’t until they were having dessert that it occurred to Mythra, I’m actually a huge attention whore. Shit. She giggled into her hand at that, because frankly– despite getting mad about Pneuma saying it out loud, Mythra knew it. Pyra had called her out on it before, and so had Nia. Every time it happened, she got just as mad and unreasonable about it as before, swearing to prove them wrong by somehow proving them right. By the night’s end, she would be drunk and giggling, just like this. 

But it usually didn’t involve such an interesting man, similar to Rex in appearance, but with a dash of something extra everywhere it mattered. Taller, fitter, rugged… er. And usually, it did involve Rex being there, a place for Mythra to redirect her energy, even if he never learned to recognize Mythra’s ‘come fuck me’ eyes for what they were. They all had another glass of wine after the meal, one woman after another leaving the table and saying their good nights. Having drank far more than she usually would, Mythra was the first to take her leave, too intoxicated to recognize the worried looks of her sisters. Not so intoxicated that she couldn’t keep her balance in her heels, though. 

She didn’t go to sleep.

Mythra couldn’t even begin to try. After hearing both Pyra and Pneuma leave, she slipped out of her heels and tip-toed her way out to the dining room, wanting to spend a little more time with the man who had made her feel so welcome and comfortable. She had never really realized how uncomfortable their home had become after their marriage, when it should have been at its coziest. The irony of her self-set goal for the day and feeling such a way because of their guest was completely lost on Mythra.

She found him in the inn’s common room, which had initially been the main den of the home. He sat by the low blaze burning in the fireplace, looking so thoughtful and introspective as he sipped from a glass of wine. The armchair he perched in was the one that Rex usually filled. It was always a little awkward when a guest plopped in it, but Mythra didn’t find her deeply intoxicated self minding it too much. His large size made him fill it so much more than Rex ever seemed to. She approached, quiet, not yet thinking to announce herself.

“I was wondering when you’d join me,” he said, glancing up and meeting Mythra’s eye, hitting her with that smile once more. The blonde Blade froze, surprised, staring at him for several seconds before the giggles hit and she buried her face in her hands, shoulders rocking as she laughed at the situation, not even knowing what was funny about it. He chuckled along with her for a moment before saying, “Come, join me. There’s a seat right here for you.”

“R-right. Yeah. Of course, thank you,” Mythra tittered, taking a moment to recover before padding across the rug to join him. She paused beside his seat, blinking and looking from side to side. They didn’t normally keep an extra chair at the fireplace, allowing it as a place for Rex to take a load off and relax without his four wives bothering him too much. No spare seat was beside him. “Where?” she asked, only realizing where his hand was gesturing after asking the question. “Oh.”

“Mm.”

Mythra hesitated. “That’s a bad idea,” she said, swallowing but starting to giggle the moment it finished. She looked away, giddy laughter more prevalent than the uncomfortable tension suddenly in her body, but didn’t move away. 

Thinking about it… thinking about it seemed like a really bad idea, way worse than just doing it.

“Why? Are you afraid of me?”

“No, no, of course not,” Mythra told him quickly, making the mistake of looking back at his smiling face, cheeks starting to color as she gazed into his eyes. “You’re great,” she told him with a grin that looked twice as drunk as it felt, leaving zero ambiguity to her state, if there even was any to begin with. “Almost Aegis great.”

“That praise is far too kind for someone like me, but thank you very much,” he told Mythra, briefly broadening his smile. She started to giggle again, covering the sound with the palm of her hand. “May I ask you a personal question?” After swallowing down her laughter, Mythra nodded. “If you’re not afraid of me, why is it a bad idea?”

“Well, you know,” Mythra mumbled, staring now not at his face but at where his gesturing hand still laid. After a fidget, she lifted her left hand, fingers splayed, the prominent emerald set into her wedding ring on display, matched with the green polish she had applied to her manicured nails. “This.” Twinkling her fingers as though he might need his attention further directed to it, she spoke again. “This makes it a bad idea.”

“Ah,” the man replied thoughtfully, enlightened. He set aside his glass of wine and lifted his hands in turn. Mythra’s eyes went to the one he lifted towards her, showing her the smooth band on his left ring finger. “See? I have one of those as well. You don’t need to let it get in the way of things,” he assured her.

“Oh,” Mythra breathed out softly. Somehow, she hadn’t noticed it prior. “You’re married,” she realized.

“As my wife likes to say, it’s more a seal of ‘woman-tried, woman-approved’ quality than a barrier to enjoying myself,” he told Mythra, officially putting the conversation on a level where trying not to think things through made it hard for her to understand what the fuck he was actually saying. She found herself giggling again, eyes still angled at his lap. “In other words,” he added to Mythra, “this is a safe seat. Do you want to sit with me and stay up a while longer?”

“Yeah,” Mythra confessed, and then she blinked. She had to look down at herself to understand what the brush she just felt really was. His right hand, unnoticed by her interest in his wedding ring, touched her belly and grazed along it to her hip. Without feeling an immediate urge to pull away, she stared while he felt along its flared curve, as though testing her, seeing how she reacted. When she simply didn’t, his hand shifted and went to her back, just touching the exposed part of her back and dragging down. 

Though she shifted her hips, she still didn’t flee him. 

He said he was safe. 

He made her feel safe, at least until his hand was beginning to cup her married ass. Even then, Rex’s ever-loyal Blade didn’t step away. She missed being touched by a man’s hands; more importantly, it was a touch she had wanted for so long. So, so fucking long. Still, Mythra was not so drunk that she didn’t recognize how personal it was, how invasive it was, and the magnitude of the moral mistake she was making. Her ass tensed under his touch, and he squeezed harder. Mythra found her hips squirming, and then swaying, stepping forward with his push, then another step sideways as he guided her. “Maybe we should, um…”

Mythra’s giggles came back as she felt both his hands on her hips, pulling them back until the back of her legs hit the front of his. Another tug on her hips, and her knees bent, and then her ass was on his knees, her stocking-clad toes barely touching the floor. Despite the huge amount of ass that Mythra’s backside packed, his knees didn’t necessarily make for a great seat. Sturdy as they were, they were not exactly cozy. Mythra started to wriggle herself to try and find a more comfortable way to sit there, but before she found one, his hands lifted from hips to her waist, pulling her back until her back was against his belly, her head neatly under his chin, and her bottom properly occupied his lap. No longer did her feet touch the hardwood floor. Her stocking-clad legs dangled alongside his planted ones.

“Comfortable?” he asked her in a soft, personal whisper, lowering his lips to one of her ears. He rested one hand on her hip, while the other reached for her hair, gathering and pushing it over her shoulder, letting it hang along her front. His hand seemed as gentle and caring as Pneuma’s own.

“... Yeah,” Mythra murmured back to him, closing her eyes. After only being still for one moment, she shifted herself again. “Really comfortable,” she said, honestly lying through parted lips. Being on his lap properly was better than perching on his knees, but it still wasn’t a soft cushion for her far better cushioned bottom. His muscular thighs were noticeably firm beneath her ass, only softened by his pants. She wasn’t completely settled atop of him, though; there was no ignoring the stiff, pressing lump that kept her from being flat atop his legs. The blonde Blade had noticed it while she was staring at his lap, but she hadn’t– thought about it. 

Thinking about it would be bad.

Thinking about what she was doing would make it harder, and not in the way that she wanted something harder. Now that she was atop his hard-on, she couldn’t help but think about it; it was close to his thigh, and her thigh was resting atop it, separated by his pants. Mythra dabbed at her lips with her tongue and closed her eyes, breathing in deep and simply letting herself enjoy the slow stroke of his hand. The one on her hip grazed down to the hem of her skirt, not quite passing over it to touch her skin. That got her to squirm again, just slightly, her thighs parting by inches, legs hanging along the outside of his now. The other hand kept playing through her hair for a moment, while he hrrmed thoughtfully in her ear.

“It’s not fair, is it?” he asked Mythra. “You, the Aegis, not getting what you deserve,” he mused, each word resulting in his lips grazing her ear. “After everything you’ve done for our world, from your days with Prince Adam, to hiding yourself for centuries, and now this… this life you’re living. This domestic lie.”

Mythra gripped at one of the chair’s arms. Her other hand hesitated, then went to his, waiting near the hem of her skirt as if on standby. She settled her comparatively dainty fingers over his set, calloused and large. What her purpose was in doing so, she couldn’t say, but she enjoyed it. It felt like forever since she shared something as simple as a bare-skinned touch with… anyone, really. Like he said, he was safe. “It’s just… what I want. What I always wanted,” she mumbled back to him, opening her eyes to gaze at the contrasting spill of her golden hair, draped along her little black dress, watching him brush his fingers through it. “You know?”

“So you say. Is it making you happy, though?” he asked Mythra next. “After all the suffering and heartache you’ve been through, can you honestly say the life that you’re living is worth it?” he pressed her, and it really felt like he was pressing her. She flinched slightly at the feeling of his cock trying to escape his pants, but– like he said, he was safe. It was fine for her to sit here, on top of another married man. There wasn’t anything special about him having an erection. It was perfectly natural! It was just what men did when attractive women plopped atop them. It was what Rex did, even, and nevermind the fact it was what finally led to her, Pyra and Nia achieving their much-needed breakthrough.

“Absolutely. A hundred percent,” Mythra whispered back, taking a breath to relax herself and her shoulders. “I’m happy. I’m really, really happy,” she told him, though her fingers started to squeeze around his, tight as she could get them. There had been a time in her life– most of her life, hell, during most of the world’s existence –when such a squeeze would have broken bones. Instead, his fingers remained steady beneath hers, unharmed and unbothered. That was more than Rex could say; during their dozen or so times fucking, Mythra had to fight her instinct to squeeze him with her legs, hold him tight or bite his skin. He wasn’t so fond of things like that. “This is… this is my happily ever after. Married to the man I love, with the woman I love, and my only true family.”

“You’re happy sharing one man four ways?” he asked after a pause, and Mythra closed her mouth, hesitating before nodding. “Maybe that’s how things are supposed to be, but it’s not what things really are , now that you’re married. Is it?” he said, his fingers now brushing up along her proud golden mane. When they reached her collarbone, they moved to her neck, tracing up further until he could cup his hand under her jaw, and turn her face towards his.

“... Dunno what you’re talking about,” Mythra mumbled, trying to turn her head away, but he held her chin tight. Something tugged at the back of her mind, but still, she didn’t want to think about what she was doing, even though the cock beneath her loomed larger and larger in the forefront of her mind. She cast her golden eyes aside for a few seconds, but returned them to his face as he began to speak again.

“Mythra, my dear. We spoke for so long this afternoon,” he told her, some of the softness bleeding from his voice. “As much as you care for your husband and Nia, you’re not happy that she’s hogging him, are you? You can’t tell me that you’re okay with being an afterthought in your marriage. That’s what you told me. In different words, yes, but I’ve never seen a woman more miserable in her ‘happily ever after’. You wear the unhappiness prettily, but it is what it is.”

“That’s… what I told you?” Mythra swallowed faintly, that tugging in her head pulling itself up alongside her awareness of the guest’s cock. Her brows furrowed and she closed her eyes again, trying to think back to what she had prattled on about throughout the afternoon. For hours and hours, she had gabbed this man’s ear off, and throughout it all he never lost his interest in the conversation– even though Mythra never gave him a moment to speak about himself.

It was so nice compared to the increasingly spartan conversations Mythra had with her hubby. Did I… actually talk about our marriage? And Rex and Nia and…? There’s no way I would do something like that, right? Through the haze of alcohol, she couldn’t remember if she had; it worried her more that she couldn’t remember not saying it. At the very least, the bigamy of their marriage was well-known within the village. The dwindling stream of guests that came to the Aegis Inn after they all tied the knot increasingly believed that the marriage was just Rex and Nia, with how the former clung to the latter. 

It was easier not to correct them.

“Yes,” he said, one simple, powerful word. “Perhaps we need to approach this problem in a different way. Do you trust me, Mythra? I know we only met today, but I feel as though we’ve known each other for decades,” he told her seriously, sincerely, heartfelt without the boyish earnestness that Rex maintained to this day. 

She appreciated that maturity. She appreciated it a great deal. “... A lot,” Mythra told him after a moment’s delay, her eyes opening again. Like he said, he was safe. And if he was safe, she could trust him. That was just how things worked, she was pretty sure.

“I’m going to show you something,” he murmured. “Something that will help you understand the point that I’m trying to make, here. Stay very still for me, even if it feels wrong for a moment,” he told her quietly, and Mythra nodded again, quiet, curiosity bringing her eyes into focus on his face. His fingers began to move, one set at a time. First it was the set cupping her chin, twisting, lifting to cover her mouth. She started to open her mouth to ask what that had to do with showing anything, but he quieted her with a ‘shhh’. “Quiet and still,” he amended, and Mythra blinked. 

Though she held her tongue, his fingers stayed over her mouth. When he seemed certain she was calm, his other hand moved more openly, already slipping down. The hand she had laid over his rode shotgun as his fingers took a detour from her dress. When Mythra felt his fingers on her thigh, her head tilted down, quickly losing interest in his face to watch, perplexed, as he caressed her smooth leg down to the tops of her stockings. 

Then, they followed up along her garters, unrushed. Mythra tried to keep the thoughts down, but– they quickly began to whirl in her mind as she realized where they were going, the only place they could be going. She grabbed hold of his hand, though he was either too strong for her to stop or she just wasn’t trying hard enough to prevent him from going into her no man’s land. 

Why is he putting his hand up my skirt? Because he’s going to touch my pussy. I… should not let a stranger touch my pussy. This is a really, really bad idea. I should probably slap his hand or headbutt him or– Mythra did nothing of the sort. He’s safe. I can trust him. His cock overshadowed every issue she saw with what was happening between them, making it so simple to just accept, to just see where it was going. It’s not like he’s actually done anything wrong yet, she told herself, willfully blind to her drunken complicitly. Mythra squirmed atop his hard-on once more.

“... There,” he murmured, as his fingers grazed their way from her inner thigh to stroke over her crotch, his muffling fingers quieting her sigh, bashful, soft and lewd. It was as gentle of a touch as the one he treated her hair to, a careful caress centered along her mound, teasing the slit underneath the silk. “I hope you don’t mind me doing this,” he told Mythra quietly, with clear care in his voice, but she couldn’t look up from the wrist under her skirt. Her hand couldn’t follow his under there, and now rested on his forearm, green nails dug into his skin. “Seeing how you’ve been sitting on my cock all this time, though, I think it’s only fair I get to do something like this. Don’t you agree?”

Mythra’s only response was a moan under his hand, uncertain but not unwanting. With Nia and Rex excluding all the others from their sex life, it had been weeks since anyone really touched Mythra, period, and months more since another person touched her in this particular way. She had masturbated a fair bit, but no matter what she tackled the challenge of getting herself off, it wasn’t as good as Nia’s hard-earned expertise over Aegis cunny. No toy she tried, purpose-made or improvised, could match the texture the feline Blade’s tongue had. 

Though she could find things to play with that matched or rivaled her husband’s cock, it wasn’t the same as a warm touch. Rex had never gone this far with her, if it could even be called ‘far’. No fingers, no foreplay, just straight to bareback pounding on the best of days. Even with black silk in the way of direct contact, this– this was good. This was better than good. The guest teased over her slit repeatedly, but also explored the rest of her mound, palming and cupping it, leaving no part ignored. All the while, Mythra’s thighs were in constant motion, never able to stay still as he requested. They never quite squeezed tight to deny him, and her hips came close to grinding her ass down on his dick.

It felt nice. It felt right. It felt safe, and Mythra believed she could trust him.

That trust was tested when he finally moved the fingers over her lips. Before Mythra could think of what she wanted to say now that she was no longer muffled, he quietly suggested, “Just let it happen. It’ll be worth it,” he promised her and so Mythra did. His fingers shifted, two drawing back along her pouty lips, and not to simply cover them. Slow but sure, certain and confident, they pushed in, and Mythra allowed them into her mouth, drunken mind briefly wondering if he was perhaps a dentist by trade. Rather than check her teeth, his fingers settled on her tongue, not quite pinning them. “Just let it happen, and do what feels right to you,” he encouraged Mythra.

What feels… right to me? There was a man in Mythra’s mouth. His fingers, but still a man. A married man, and not the man she was married to. Rather than dwell on that, she did the thing she did the few times she had a man in her mouth. The blonde Blade had fewer chances to open-mouth kiss her husband than fuck him properly; he didn’t like it as much as the women did, a boundary they sadly accepted. Her tongue worked over his fingers, but it felt closer to the one time that Mythra had been permitted to suck Rex’s cock to get him hard again, on their wedding night.

Though Mythra knew she didn’t do a great job of it, she enjoyed it and hoped that her enthusiasm had made up for her lack of experience. Later, when Mythra tried to go down on him again on a whim, Rex had called a family meeting to confess that he actually really wasn’t comfortable with any kind of oral sex taking place under their roof. While he didn’t hate it, it just seemed so unhygienic, blah blah blah—

Mythra didn’t let herself overthink it. She just did what felt right, and like the guest promised, Mythra found it worthwhile. The hand that she had on the chair’s arm lifted, clumsily grabbing at that forearm too, holding tight as though fearful he might pull away sooner than she’d like. He chuckled in the blonde Blade’s ear, and then she felt something new under her dress. With a pinch of his fingers and a pull, he dragged her panties off to the side of her pussy, leaving its petite lips exposed and open to the oncoming touch. At first, she felt her shoulders stiffen and so many different parts of her body tense, from her ass to her belly, but the way her cunt tightened wasn’t akin to closing doors. He stroked along her pussy as if the panties still covered her.

What… feels… right… to me? Mythra shuddered, and even her lips seemed to be sealed tighter around his fingers. Suckling and licking them felt right, and unsurprisingly, letting him explore her cunt felt right too. Her legs parted a bit further, allowing him unrestrained access. It even felt right when he pushed two finger-tips inside her lower set of lips. 

In all the times that Mythra had sex with Rex, it was always a bit of a struggle for him to get his cock inside her at first. Unlike Nia, whose invasive fingers were often gobbled up by Mythra’s otherwise tight twat, he made no effort to build up to penetration. If Mythra wanted to warm up for their coitus, it was all her– though he wouldn’t stay in the room while she did it, and sometimes didn’t even remember to come back to her. 

His thick fingers seemed like they should have had much more difficulty than Nia’s graceful, deft digits, but Mythra found her wanton pussy famished for him, wet and warm and wild in their readiness, squeezing excitedly around even the tiny but promising beginnings. She wriggled herself again in his lap, trying to push her shoulder blades against his front, hoping to find a way she could angle her hips and lift her legs higher and widen their splay even further, stocking-clad feet pointed to the ceiling without concern of getting caught. 

He chuckled again, snatching them from her hopeful snatch, and Mythra groaned her discontent around his lavished fingers. “Trust me,” he whispered after it ended, though after being worked up so much and having something so promising taken away from her, the blonde Blade found herself feeling the first glimmers of doubt. That had been so mean of him, so unfair, as unfair as Mythra’s life was–

But like he promised, it was all worth it when he began to work her clit a second later. The only time that Rex had managed to touch the most sensitive part of Mythra’s body was when he accidentally rubbed his cock over it, trying to fit his cock into the tinier opening hidden by her pussy’s lips, as if he had somehow yet to grasp the basic differences between men and women. For a while, Mythra told herself that it made sense Rex never discovered her clit– it was tiny as the rest of her and shy, too, needing a fair amount of coaxing arousal before it was willing to leave its protective hood. 

Even if that was fair, it said a lot about the frustration she experienced in the bedroom. The Aegis Inn’s latest guest found it without even looking for it, swift and sure, almost too swift and sure. The first touch shot a jolt through Mythra’s body that might have had her leaping from his lap if she wasn’t practically planted atop his dick, legs akimbo. Her grip on either one of his forearms quickly tightened, lacquered nails digging in against his skin. As the jolt settled and shuddersome pleasure began to roll through her body, Mythra started to whimper around the fingers in her mouth, needing to say something –

What, she didn’t know. Mythra started to pull her head back, but she couldn’t go far before the back of her head was bumping against his collarbone. Her new friend shifted his hand, fingers pushing deeper, flattening on her tongue while the rest of that hand secured its hold on her jaw. “Let it happen,” he said softly in her ear. “Don’t wake your sisters up, whatever you do.”

The thing that felt right to Mythra, the thing her body wanted to do? It would have woken Pneuma and Pyra in an instant. It would have woken the entire fucking neighborhood, and probably half of Leftheria in total. She struggled to hold it in, hips forgetting about grinding her ass in favor of mindless little movements that tried to get more out of his clit-teasing fingers. By nature, she was not a quiet woman in any sense of the word– not particularly modest, never humble, and that held true behind a bedroom’s door as much as it did in their world-saving adventures. 

It was outright baffling that Rex had never realized that she, Nia and Pneuma didn’t wait for marriage.

With all the pent-up need in her body, Mythra couldn’t last. She didn’t want to last. Safe and trusting, she gave herself over to him completely, ready to cum hard on his fingers. As they hit the point of no return, any doubts or misgivings that Mythra might have had beneath the surface were thoroughly quashed under the weight of her impending implosion. Her back arched repeatedly, each time slamming back flat against his frontside, fueled by a restless energy that even infected her toes, curling them tight in her stockings.

Yes… yes… yes yes yes yes yes yes yes–! Mythra’s mind was still screaming YES! when she finally realized it was over; that she had gotten so close to getting off only to have the promised climax robbed from her. His hand was no longer under her skirt, slowly lifting. Whining desperately, the blonde Blade released his mouth-spelunking fingers’ forearm to grab his pussy-pleasuring hand’s arm with both of hers, trying to push him back down between her legs. She was SO. CLOSE. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had a single orgasm in the last six months, but it was going to be SO GOOD, AND HE STOPPED.

No matter how much she strained and shoved to get him back down there to finish the job, though? Everything that made Mythra the Aegis before was gone. She was a 4’9 human woman, and if Rex made her feel small now that he was around 6’0, the 6’6 ‘gentleman’ redefined her conception of being petite. “Shhh, now. Shhh,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted that hand towards her face, but Mythra’s frustration punched right through the pliancy his seduction had achieved over her drunken mind. She didn’t care what he wanted to do with those fingers, she wanted to cum, she had to cum, she had to–

The fingers in her mouth left them, and after an instinctive gasp Mythra started to shout out, “Keep going–” He let out a wordless snarl, suddenly angry with her, but it didn’t shut Mythra up. He was worried about her waking up her two sisters, but Mythra wasn’t. The only thing that mattered to her at that very moment was peaking; the last thing she wanted was to be kept dangling on the edge, only to come down before she could cum down. Even had she possessed a little more mindfulness to her, though, she knew something he didn’t.

All three of the Aegis triplets slept with earplugs. Nia’s ridiculous heats often led to her demanding emergency breeding from Rex in the middle of the night, and when their Inn wasn’t hosting any guests, Rex didn’t see a reason to try and control Nia’s volume as she wailed and yowled repeatedly. He knew that his Blades could deal with it, just as they dealt with every other aspect of the unfortunate situation.

The next word that Mythra was shouting out cut off before hitting its second syllable, shocked silent by the short but sharp slap against her cheek that whipped her head to the side. It wasn’t enough to push her off her imminent gush, but it did leave her reeling, drunken, lusty mind unable to quite understand why her cheek suddenly stung so much. Her parted lips were quickly made to host the fingers that had been playing with her pussy, and Mythra was ready to hop back on the o-train, instinctive assumption presuming it was just the start.

She’d never been curious about the taste of her own pussy, though she had tasted hints of it mixed with Nia’s saliva, mid-kiss. This was more direct. It didn’t have a distinct flavor, subtle but unique from Nia’s cunt. It was– good. Even the slap felt good, in her state. 

His other hand didn’t venture down to her pussy, however. The arm wound around her middle, holding Mythra tight to his front as he began to whisper in her ear again. That polite, caring conversationalist that Mythra had gotten used to? The man she felt safe with, that she could trust? He was gone, and the guy left in his place was blunter, cruder, more direct. “This… is what I wanted to show you,” he told her, his voice still heated by anger. He spoke in a hush, as though wanting to hear any stirring from the other two women still in the home. “Do you know what my fingers taste like, Mythra?” he asked.

Me? Mythra moaned around him, and she moaned more too, a plea for him to help her finish. I don’t care what it tastes like, just let me cum, please–

“No,” he told her, almost seeming to read her mind or at least fully aware of what the obvious reply would be. “Not you. Not Mythra, the Aegis, the Blade who saved the world from Malos and brought about a new land. Not Mythra, the happy, loyal wife of her Driver. That’s not who you are, even if you think it is.” She kept sucking the mystery taste off his fingers, hips digging down, trying to find a way they get her pussy rubbing against the stiffness beneath it, far from properly positioned for it. His hugging arm lowered down to her abdomen, further restricting even the possibility “That woman never existed,” he told her.

He paused there, listening close to the rest of the house, then continued. “The thing that you’re tasting off my fingers right now? That’s the taste of an infidelity-loving whore,” he informed her, words that stung more than her slapped cheek. Mythra had been called a whore before, a cocktease, and all sorts of nasty things, and it always stung– what stung a little more was how much she enjoyed it. The attention, the acknowledgement. No one who called her a whore or hooker or whatever insinuated anything but desire for her. It stemmed from their attraction towards her, and their anger that they couldn’t have her.

… I’m such an attention whore, Mythra had to admit again. Being drunk as she was, it was easy to admit how right Pneuma had been. Others had called her out on fishing for compliments and wanting to be the center of the universe but no one else had ever insinuated Mythra enjoyed the attention of the lechers and perverts, just a little bit. It was validating. Even though she was usually the one who lost her cool with them, she missed them as much as the other guests.

But he kept talking, not finished. “That’s the taste of an unhappy slut, locked in a loveless marriage but in denial. I won’t say that you never loved Rex, but he had his chance with you, and he blew it. From everything you told me this afternoon–”

What did I tell him…? Mythra had said so much that she couldn’t even begin to pinpoint one little thing.

“He doesn’t even realize how much you three are suffering. He thinks everything is fine, doesn’t he? You said he called the situation ‘hunky dory’.” He chuckled again, the sound darker and deeper than his previous laughs, when he was still kind to her, still caring. When he seemed like a friend, well-meaning. Even through the lust fogging her mind and the burning desire that left her feeling oh-so-warm, Mythra was beginning to realize what his true intentions were, staying up after the others left, pulling her into his lap…

Giving her so much attention. … Even a stranger knew right away, Mythra realized, squeezing her eyes tight. Just having someone listen to her for hours and hours had turned her on. Despite what she had told herself, that she was dressing up to prove Pneuma wrong– that was full of shit, too. She had dressed up because she wanted him to fuck her ego with his eyes, as if Pneuma’s stray comment guided her to do so. Even if he wasn’t attractive to her, she was so desperate for someone like him to come along that Mythra understood she would have been easy prey, even so.

“If that was true, if you were as happy as you claim to be, would you really have thrown yourself at me like this?” he asked. “You were so blatantly thirsty for my cock that I could have just grabbed you, held you down and fucked you after saying ‘hello, how do you do’. We both know that you wouldn’t have stopped me or complained,” he accused, and Mythra swallowed around his finger, beginning to feel uneasy as her thoughts dwelled on everything he put forward. 

So much of it was right. He was completely, utterly right. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but Mythra began to worry over what she might have done if any previous pervert had been half as bold as he was. Would she have broken her vows? Cheated on Rex? She wanted to say an empathetic no, but… Maybe. That was the best she could do. A weak maybe in her head, worries unquelled.

The fingers began to slip from her mouth. When they were gone, Mythra couldn’t bring herself to speak. He gave her a moment alone with her thoughts, untouched beyond the way he was holding her, then muttered in her ear. “You’ll have to forgive the cruelty, but a woman like you shouldn’t be coddled. You don’t even want to be coddled, do you? After every hurtful thing I just told you–”

“I still want to cum,” Mythra finished in a small voice. The alcohol still in her system drove her to giggle again, but there was no humor in it– just disbelief at herself, at the truth underneath it all. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and the lump in his pants once more dominated her mind. She felt every bit the bitch he accused her of being when she whispered the words again, a confirmation. “... I still want to cum.” Slowly, her hands fell limp from where they had been clutching his forearm.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” he asked. “Or do you want me to let you stand up and go back to your room alone to deal with it? I’m not a bad man,” he told her, sounding like the trusting, caring man she had gotten to know. “If you don’t want to do this, if I’ve been at all wrong, just say so. I’ll apologize and be gone in the morning,” he promised her. “But if you want me to make you cum, you’re giving yourself over to me,” he warned. “You’re mine, and I’ll go about using you however I please,” he promised, adding with a hint of mocking amusement, “It’ll be worth it.”

Mythra opened her eyes slowly, finding her vision blurry, wet. She blinked a few times to push the tears away and sucked in a deep breath, looking towards the common room’s window. It faced the front yard of the Aegis Inn, its walkway well-lit even at this hour. For a few seconds, she was silent but hopeful, wishing that Rex would pick that moment to return home and give her the excuse she needed to not do this. It was a ridiculous wish.

And yet it came true. She sat up a bit when she saw her hubby stumbling up the walkway, accompanied by Mythra’s other love. At a glance, Nia’s disheveled state explained why Rex was so late. They were far enough away that the blonde Blade couldn’t make out the little details, but Rex had done an equally poor job of dressing himself. Nia clung to his arm, kissing and biting at his shoulder. The hand that she had shoved down the front of Rex’s pants, making it impossible for him to walk steadily? Not a small detail. Unsurprisingly, before they got up to the front door, in plain view of any neighbors staying up late, Nia started to drop to her knees.

Mythra couldn’t watch. Usually, she could shrug the brief glimpse of Nia getting laid off, but not this time. There was nothing ‘usual’ about this guest. Closing her eyes again, she whispered her answer to him.

“Make me cum.” It hurt to say, but it hurt less than her husband’s terrible timing, staying out late to fuck Nia and not even managing to pacify her need for cock.

She tried not to think about what she had just agreed to. Like everything else, it would have made things harder.

The new guest didn’t chuckle again, silent. He pushed Mythra away from his lap slowly, her stocking-clad feet unprepared to touch the floor again. When he had her on her feet, she wobbled and swayed, arms needing to stick out and wiggle to keep her balance. Before the blonde Blade got herself steady, he gave her marching orders: “Take off your panties and wedding ring, and pass them both to me,” he told her. 

It didn’t feel real while Mythra did it, like it was some strange sex dream. Her ring had not left her finger since Rex placed it there, and though she had gotten used to it, it felt liberating to slide it off and let the skin breathe. She was able to bend and slip her panties down without much fuss, the dress already hiked up enough to leave them exposed from his play beneath it. They were wet enough that Mythra figured they were a lost cause without a timely wash, but she doubted that she’d have an opportunity to toss them in the washing machine.

He stood and accepted both gravely, and Mythra watched what he did with parted lips, breathing shallow but quick. His hands moved quickly and skillfully, tucking the jeweled band snugly into the panties’ soaked crotch before beginning to fold and twist them. Even without the wine in her system, Mythra couldn’t have followed what exactly he did. The end result was the panties balled up yet tied off, the wedding ring safe and secure at its center. Mythra’s eyes lifted to his face as he said, “Open your mouth. No, wider than that.”

He met her golden gaze, and despite it all, Mythra found that she still trusted him: her decision was made. Though Mythra tried to keep from thinking, thoughts still slipped through the block she made. She knew that she was doing something wrong, and she felt like a bitch, a traitor, but she needed SOMETHING for herself, and Rex wasn’t about to give it to her. She opened wide, accepting the balled-up panties that the guest pushed in there, their silk soggy with the taste she enjoyed off his fingers. “Keep that in your mouth,” he told her.

Mythra blinked back more threatened tears as she nodded. All she felt able to do was hope that he was right and that it would be worth it, in the end. She stayed steady and still, rooted in place while he went about killing the blaze in the fireplace. With the inn’s common room now dark, he stepped close to her, putting his hand to her hair and giving it another gentle stroke. He pulled her a bit closer and bent, kissing her brow, a perverse show of affection. “Good girl. You won’t regret this,” he promised her.

Pneuma was right about her being a slut for praise, too. Expecting his mouth to trail down, to kiss her gagged mouth, Mythra reached out and settled her hands on his stomach, clearly ripped even beneath his shirt. 

The makeshift gag muffled her squealing cry of surprise as he turned and stole the thing that Mythra had still hoped to give Rex, something she wanted to reserve for someone that she trusted and loved. He pulled roughly on her long locks, steps brisk enough that her stumbling steps after him couldn’t keep up. Even prior to getting out of the Aegis Inn’s common room, he was dragging her, her hands drunkenly clawing at his shirt to get some kind of purchase on him. 

After everything she had done without ever having a foe grab hold of her flowing golden mane, it was more violating than his fingers checking out her twat. But… at least he fit half of her criteria for letting a man pull her hair. Despite it all, Mythra still trusted the fucker that was probably about to fuck her. She didn't love him. Alas, her body didn’t seem to get that memo as her heart started to race, her pussy practically pulsing between her thighs, lewd arousal running slick trails along her skin. Although he hadn’t started to touch her again, Mythra was finding herself right back where he cut her off, ready to pop at a moment’s notice.

Normally feisty and defensive, Mythra could show him nothing but continued submission. Had one of her sisters peeked out, they would have seen their fellow Aegis in a shameful state, but they were both fast asleep. By the time that they reached his bedroom door and he was cracking it open, the front door was opening too, allowing Nia’s depraved purring to pour throughout the hallways amidst Rex’s grunting. “Hold on, Nia, let’s at least–”

The inn’s new guest pushed Mythra in ahead of him and closed the door firmly shut behind himself, saving her from hearing another word. She tried to take a second to get her feet beneath herself and find some steady footing, but just as he said, he was going to use her the way that he pleased. If not for the strength of his grip in her hair, she would have fallen flat on her face or ass when he pulled her again. After a few steps, he forced her ahead of himself again, and Mythra found her knees pushing up against the side of the bed. Rather than tell her what to do next, he used his spare hand to whack across her ass, now hanging out from the dress.

Just one spank, but it was the appreciation she had always wanted Rex to show her ass. Mythra jumped up, gasping through her increasingly soggy gag, bottom rippling as her hips thrusted forward. It hurt more than she expected it to be– maybe even a little more than it felt good , but it did feel good. Already lacking any balance, he took advantage of her lowered guard, shoving her forward on the bed. Mythra landed face-first upon the mattress, drunken reflexes unprepared to properly catch herself. Her struggle to get her hands and knees under herself didn’t get far; it hadn’t even truly started by the time he was grabbing her hips, lifting them up, knocking her knees wide, doing half the job for her.

“Don’t worry about how this will affect Rex,” he told Mythra as his hand cupped her rear-presented pussy, rubbing it without a hint of any previous concern or gentleness. She moaned through her gag and pushed herself back against him, hips rocking up and down to turn his crude grope into something close to a stroke along her slit. He took it a step further, though, and plunged two thick fingers into her. Mythra arched her back fitfully as he continued to speak, barely hearing his other hand fumble with his belt before it dropped to the floor. “I’m going to make this worth it for him, as much as it’s worth it for you,” he promised, sardonic but self-amused.

Mythra didn’t even want to ask for details. All she wanted to do was get what she had asked for: she wanted to cum. His fingers were sure to get her there in a few short moments, not all-out in their rough savageness, but they were near enough, stretching out her hungry hole with their brisk finger-fuck. Pushing her tongue up against her gag kept her starkly aware of her wedding ring’s humiliating presence within her panties. “And separate of that, at least for his sake… tonight, I’ll fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he told her, trailing off prior to removing himself from her cunt to crack his hand across her ass again. Again. Again. Again. The gag kept each grunt quiet, even as they built into yelps, her body recoiling from each, yet quickly pushing back to present for more.

Her creamy ass was left an angry red, but still, Mythra trusted him. 

He shifted behind her, delivering one doubled-up set of slaps down across her ass, almost making her go prone on the bed. Afterwards, he gripped both sore halves of her ass, alternating whimper-worthy squeezes with massaging rubs. “Fuller than a damn heart peach,” he muttered approvingly behind her, and the praise once more went straight to her cunt. One hand slipped down along her back, gathering her golden hair on its way to her nape. There, he wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled back hard, her neck cranking back as she stared at the wall on the other side of his bell, golden eyes glassy. Just a bit harder, and her shoulders lifted from the mattress, hands pillaring her upper half.

Mythra trusted him. She did not love him. She didn’t. She could never love a guy like this– but as he gave her so much of the things that Rex never did, without her even asking for them…? That was hard to reckon with. It had taken half a year, but she was finally going to get fucked the way she dreamed of being fucked on her wedding night. On her hands and knees, taken hard from behind with her hair being pulled by the man she loved– or didn’t love, or whatever just make me fucking cum–

“You’re a lying, cheating bitch, Mythra, and I’m going to fuck you like one,” he picked up where he left off, the head of his cock brushing up along her slit. For all the pride Mythra had over her tiny cunt, his fingers had left it far from demure, parted and ready in the way she judged other women for being. “After this, you’re going to be an honest woman– but not for your husband,” he goaded, slowly pushing himself forward. 

As he entered Mythra’s cunt, his malicious words were the only reason Rex was on the blonde Blade’s mind– and only just barely.  She tightened around the first inch, left almost uncomfortably full by it. Perhaps it had been so long since Rex fucked her that she forgot what real cock felt like, but fuck , it was thick. She tensed, eyes growing more heavy-lidded, groaning thickly against the gag. 

The new guest’s fingers had felt thick, but they were comparatively skinny when compared to the width of his crown; when the rest of his shaft followed up, it felt even fucking thicker. Mythra balled up her hands around fistfuls of his duvet, reasonable worries rising within her.

It’s so big. Is it too big? It seems like it’s too big, I’m going to cum but it’s probably too big–

He’s not wearing a condom and I don’t know anything about him– 

Oh, fuck, I should take this gag out and ask him his name, I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM–

Worries about Rex? About her rocky marriage? Not one. “My stay here, it’s going to be a long one,” he assured her, pausing, “and I’m going to make full use of your amenities. So don’t worry about trying to get used to this tonight,” he told her, and then he gave her the rest of his cock in one hard ram of his hips, battering down both her hole and against her bruising ass. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to enjoy this.” It was almost enough to sober Mythra up, her heavy-lidded eyes shooting wide open with shock.

Bottoming out inside her without even hilting, Mythra didn’t even feel like he was using a damn cock– if not for the fact she had seen the size of his burly arms, she would have thought he was fisting her. Overwhelmed from the get-go, she tried to tuck her head down, biting down hard on her gag, hissing a groan through her teeth as her hips shaked, trying to find a comfortable way to take him. All she managed to do was put more stress on her innocent hair, quickly evoking further submission from her, though without any accompanying relaxation. 

The Aegis’ pussy fought to protect itself in the only way it knew how. It tightened around him. It squeezed him. All it achieved in the process was encouraging him.

He kept his word. He fucked her like a lying, cheating bitch, punishing her for Rex’s sake, fast and rough. No matter how tight she squeezed around him, she couldn’t slow him down or stop him. Were her wetness public, it would have been more mythic than her deeds. For all her nearness to orgasm, the initial shock of his cock filling her pussy kept from her proverbial cork popping right away. He hammered her fuckhole like he wanted it to hurt, wet slaps filling the room’s air, her ass made to clap from the repeated impacts.

At first, it was a dry crack, but it only took a minute of his no-holds-barred pace for her body to warm beyond just her pussy’s heat. A minute, and he gave her more of a work-out than Rex or Nia ever had. But even from the first jarring thrust, Mythra trusted him. And though she didn’t love him, she fucking loved him . It was what she wanted all along. Her groans soon turned to throaty moans through her muffler, punctuated by the occasional short yip of a yelp as he revealed to her just how shallow and narrow her snatch was. 

Mythra had never wanted Rex to fuck her like his wife, his beloved. This was what she wanted– to be fucked like a duplicitious whore, hard and wild, with a cock her husband would never be able to match. The dim realization came seconds before she did, fuzzy and confounding to her drunk mind; her body shuddered powerfully, muscles tensing and relaxing stronger than she could consciously flex them. It felt like her bones were turned to jelly and her arms went limp under her, but it wasn’t like they were really supporting her weight– that was all the guest’s hair-pulling.

Her married pussy had never been fighting him, not really. It doubled in its efforts to please him, her slutty body dearly wanting the reward of his cum in her tunnel, in her womb. For all the years that Mythra had on him, the vast difference in their levels of experience burned through: he kept fucking, and she kept cumming, unable to resist his techniques. Unlike Rex, he actually had techniques– there was a noticeable difference, even if Mythra was beyond recognizing what they were. He wasn’t just pounding her like he wanted to nut, wrap up and go to sleep.

Before, Mythra was drunk from over-indulging in wine and soaking in his attention. His cock left her drunk from cumming over and over again, and all she wanted was more , another thrust, another pound, another pump. By the time he could no longer deny her pussy’s begging, Mythra was no longer inhabiting her body; she trembled endlessly, each orgasm marked with a convulsion of her body. Partially rolled back, her golden eyes were unseeing, their lids flickering erratically. Her mind was clocked out, gone on the honeymoon that Rex had promised his wives but never followed through on. Though her jaw wanted to hang loose, the wad of her balled-up and tied-off panties was too large to fall from her small mouth.

When he pulled out of Mythra, well. It was indeed like a cork popping off, her gaping pussy leaking their combined cream like overflowing bubbly. Far gone, her hips stayed up for a moment, quivering weakly before dropping, excess cum staining the duvet she or one of her sisters would have to wash in the morning. Her sweaty chest, still mostly dressed, heaved for fresh breath as he rolled her over from her belly to her back. Fucked stupid, her blind eyes stared up at the ceiling, mouth almost smiling around her humiliating gag. 

That was the only bit of fabric left on her body once he finished stripping her down, and it wasn’t even on her as much as in her. As her breathing evened out and her quivers subsidized, however, he put his cock to her cunt again and put Rex to shame once more, making her body enjoy the missionary that Mythra had never really been satisfied by. Already incoherent and witless, she barely registered what he was doing until he finally hit an explosive finish. Instead of replenishing what had already leaked out of her body, however, he pulled out and sprayed over her body, marking her with proof of infidelity.

As Mythra felt his cum splatter over her skin, reaching as high as her core crystal and leaving it sullied, she began to drift off, exhausted. What followed was the best night of sleep she had in a long, long time, her sweaty self tucked in cozily, curled in against the warm male flesh of her love.

The blonde Aegis would be in for a rude awakening when she saw who was holding her when she woke up the next morning. But that night, at least, she felt as if she had a happy anniversary.

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Mythra slept well that night. It would have been impossible for her to do anything but sleep well that night, with how the evening’s repeatedly climatic conclusion had worn her out. For six months, she had been dragging twin burdens of neglect behind herself, emotional vexation paired with her libido’s lurid jealousy. And in the span of, what… an hour? In the span of an hour, her lover had helped her clear it out of the way, one word and one thrust at a time. Just one hour, and it put every hour of sex and intimacy she had previously to shame. It replayed in her dreams as she slumbered, over and over again. It was all so perfect.

Well, almost perfect. It would have been perfect if it happened one day prior, on the actual eve of their anniversary. But she could forgive Rex for failing to be there when she wanted him most, considering how Nia was now relying on him to keep herself in check. Having to wait just one itsy-bitsy day to celebrate their anniversary wasn’t a big deal when she had gone months without a moment alone with her husband. It would have been worth another six months without his cock or earnest words of praise, frankly.

All of it happened like Rex had managed to read her mind… or like he could tap into her now-dormant abilities of Foresight to a degree not even Adam had achieved, knowing everything that Mythra wished she could just up and tell him. How she wanted him to be rough and possessive with her, to just take what he wanted and take and take and not stop taking. Even after eight years of domestic bliss with Rex, her sisters and Nia, that sort of emotional intimacy was beyond the pale for her. It was against her very nature to be so open, so vulnerable… it felt like weakness, and that was a feeling Mythra couldn’t stand. 

It didn’t feel weak when someone just took what they wanted and she didn’t stop them. It just felt right. Again and again, her resting mind went over how it happened. Rex pulling her into his lap when everyone else was asleep, plying her cunt with expert skill– clearly, all the sex he was having with Nia had taught him the things he should have known on their wedding night. And the language he was using, oh, it was nothing like the Rex she knew. So kind, so gentle, so earnest, never wanting to think the worst of another man or woman.

Whore, Rex whispered in Mythra’s dreams, and her unconscious body shuddered as if he was whispering those words right into her ear again. Slut. Bitch. Again and again, her hooked mind enjoyed his crass utterances… making her beg to cum. Gagging her with her panties for no clear reason, when he knew full well that the rest of the house would be impossible to wake. Pulling her hair, dragging her across the house like she was some prisoner taken after battle… oh, how that made her cum-oozing pussy twitch amidst her dream, growing all the more wet each time. They finished in missionary, but before that Rex had rammed her the way she had always hoped he would.

Some time just before dawn, Mythra drifted from slumber into a state bridging both awareness and the ether. It was a good slumber, but not as long as it should have been. Each of her limbs remained languidly relaxed, all the built-up stress fucked straight out of them. There were aches– she could feel her ass bruising from how Rex had repeatedly spanked her, and both her hips and her fuckhole were feeling the ache that came with a good, hard fucking. They were good aches, though, things that would serve as reminders of the special night she shared with her hubby; things that would keep her from being too jealous when her sister-wives got the same brutal dicking.

The ache in her head that came from too much wine? That wasn’t a good ache, no, but Mythra could deal with it. Not yet opening her eyes, Mythra smiled against the firm muscle of her husband’s chest pillowing her cheek, already cuddled close to him. Her hand lazily drifted along his warm skin, tracing scars both familiar and unfamiliar to her touch. The new additions were not that unusual to her. Nia was the only one who joined Rex in combat these days, and she was the only one who knew firsthand what injuries he had sustained. It had been a long time since they had slept in the same bed, and it was all the comfort she needed in the face of her hangover.

One of her legs was already over his. Mythra ran the heel of her petite foot along his calf, feeling the coarse hair there. There was no blanket over them, no comforter, yet clearly Rex had taken the time to tidy her up after he conked out: she could feel his drying cum along one of her thighs from her overnight leak, but not on her chest or core crystal. Her dress was fully off, and the panties that had still been in her mouth when she passed out were gone. It was just enough, really– he hadn’t toweled down the sweat or fixed up her hair, but Mythra wouldn’t have wanted her to. 

… should take a look in the mirror and see what he did to me. What I look like when he treats me the way I want to be treated, the Aegis sister thought to herself, contented yet desiring more. Later, though . There was no denying the arousal she felt, and with her leg hooked over Rex’s, why, her thighs were already parted. 

Slowly dragging her fingers down along his ribs, she shifted that hand from his body to her own, flat belly tensing slightly as her fingers skimmed lower and then lower yet. Each inch was crossed more daintily than the last, mindful of Rex’s unconsciousness. He deserved to sleep in after the pounding he gave her. Though Mythra’s fingers paused on her pelvis, just shy of her mound, she was not hesitating.

It was anticipation. All of the times she had masturbated since Nia started hogging Rex had failed to get her off… but now, after last night’s intensity, Mythra knew things were going to be different. And he was still right there in bed with her; his scent and the smell of their mating ritual suffused her being. She pressed a light kiss against Rex’s skin, then allowed her fingers to venture lower, cupping and feeling over her ravished pussy. No surprises waited for her down there. Just a light touch was enough to send fresh tingles racing across her body. Her pussy’s outer lips were swollen and slick. The inner lips…

A faint giggle escaped Mythra, like the slightest of sighs against Rex’s skin. She kept it from growing beyond that, but couldn’t quite manage to keep it in at first. He really did a number on me, Mythra thought, briefly biting on her bottom lip before releasing it and kissing Rex’s chest fondly again. Normally, she was proud of how tiny all aspects of her twat were, a well-hidden slit with a better-hidden clit, narrow and snug within. Then and there, she couldn’t help but be proud of its notable gape. Hours had passed, and it seemed as if she had only just begun to bounce back from Rex’s anniversary gift to her, parted in the way Mythra judged other women snidely for.

She slowly ran her finger along her thoroughly-fucked entrance’s perimeter, shivering. With a slight squirm, she pressed herself closer to Rex’s side, puffy yet stiffly-tipped nipples immediately begging the rest of her body for more. Neglecting them, Mythra instead ran her finger along her slick slit once more. It was tempting to follow the trail of dried cum running down her leg, but that was something she wanted to see undisturbed in the mirror when she got up. Instead, her digit delicately probed her savagely-slammed snatch’s inner pink, tensing and twitching reactively to even the briefest of brushes along it. How wet am I…? Fuck, it’s like a waterfall.

The thicker stuff of Rex’s ample spunk was there, too. He had cummed so much inside her that hours later, her pussy still wasn’t completely drained. She could almost feel it deeper inside her– almost. Faint, but very much present. How much is in my womb? … How the hell did he cum so much with how often Nia is draining his balls? Shit, Rex. You’re something else.  Mythra swept her finger along it and dragged what clung on to her skin deeper into her fucked hole, slowing. Sleepy pride in her man had her smiling against Rex’s skin again.

When the blonde was jilling herself, she rarely went beyond one finger inside herself. She really was that tight, but he had her more than warmed up for another– and more than just Rex’s presence, Mythra knew that would make the difference between cumming and not cumming. After a little wriggle to make sure her thigh was comfortably draped over both of his, she dragged her spelunking, cum-smeared finger out of herself and slowly tucked it back in with a friend. The first reactive squeeze of her pleased puss was marked by a fluttery exhale against Rex’s skin.

He grunted slightly and Mythra briefly stilled, but he did not otherwise stir beneath her. Relieved, the blonde Blade continued, gentle and careful with herself. Rex had given her all the roughness she needed and then some; she’d definitely be getting a good look at her bruised bottom when the time came to admire herself in her mirror. She fucked her stretched cunny like she fucked Nia’s when they were in the mood to be slow, unrushed– little presses of her fingers, long pushes followed-up by longer drags that avoided the most sensitive spots within her. 

How long Mythra repeated the process, she couldn’t say, nor did she care to guess: it was a delight all the same. When… will we be able to do this again? Mythra wondered, now peppering that one spot on Rex’s chiseled pecs with kisses, over and over again. If he took time to go one-on-one with her for their anniversary, he was definitely going to give Pyra and Pneuma the same treatment. Not that I’d blame him if he needed me over them and just couldn’t help himself, she thought vainly. Rex never upped and said it, but deep down she knew he preferred blondes over redheads and Pneuma’s exotic green hue. 

And though Mythra knew the other two Aegis sisters had the same body that she did– well, she was Mythra. They had never really compared , but she wouldn’t have been surprised to find her breasts slightly larger, her hips wider or her waist smaller. If absolutely nothing else, Mythra was sure that she wore the body better than Pyra or Pneuma did– one modest, one too calm, neither half as proud as they should have been. She was far more fuckable than Rex’s other women. As much as she loved Nia, the in-heat sex kitten really had nothing that could rival Mythra’s breathtaking curves.

… All of that, and Mythra knew it was going to be a long time before Rex fucked her again. Even with her far more modest feminine form, Nia was showing no signs of leaving her heat. A growing sense of petty envy built in Mythra, and gently lavishing her hard-fucked cunt with attention no longer felt like enough . She stopped avoiding that little spot inside herself that she’d been avoiding, muffling her lurid moan with a fuller kiss against Rex’s skin. 

Hate… feeling like this… And what a time to feel it, not even eight hours after getting her dream fuck. Mythra felt like a bitch for it, but it didn’t deter her: being a bitch felt good . The love she had for Rex never felt as true as it did when he was calling her a lying, cheating bitch, shaming her for what she was doing with him– contradictory thoughts, yet nothing Mythra cared to dissect and examine. Rex’s wife Mythra didn’t get to cum, but his jealous bitch Mythra? His whore, Mythra? His slut, Mythra? 

That Mythra? She got to cum. As she brought herself towards the edge of ecstasy, it began to feel wrong. What really made the last night special wasn’t Mythra being a bitch. It was Rex treating her like a bitch, making her beg for it. It was his roughness, his dominance, the fact he was acting like he was a completely different person. Cumming without any of that might feel good, but it wouldn’t satisfy what she was feeling, would it? It might not even feel like cumming at all, after what she experienced.

And she didn’t care to test the hypothesis. Fuck it. I’ll wake him up and make sure he does it all over again, Mythra decided impulsively. The blonde Blade kissed her husband’s chest one more time, then began extracting her fingers from her sodden cunt. Their time in the room’s sex-laced air was only brief to begin with, making a quick trek up to her lips to slip inside there. Imagining for a moment that they were her husband’s fingers, Mythra once again suckled her own taste off of naked skin, with an added hint of what had been poured and well-stirred into her cunt. That was a special little treat for her, given Rex’s prior aversion to blowjobs– he didn’t even let her swallow the one time she went down on him. Rather than get it on her face or hair or deposit it into her mouth, he had opted to cum into their clean-up towel.

It was a faint taste, but enticing nonetheless. … And I’ll get some more . That’s how I’ll wake him up. Mythra smiled, lips remaining sealed tight around her two fingers for a moment more before releasing. Make him treat me like a bitch. After last night, the first thing he’ll think to do is put me in my place. Then, she finally allowed her golden eyes to open. Though dawn was nearing, her room’s black-out curtains kept the room dark enough that she couldn’t make out more than the shape of Rex’s body beside and beneath her. Slowly, she started to shift her voluptuous form away from his sturdy muscles, easing up to a hip with one hand and using the other to draw her long hair away from him. He stirred restively as some of it dragged across his skin, but didn’t wake from it, nor from her leg lifting from its position atop his.

… He might not even be bothered by blowjobs anymore. Rex didn’t stop Nia from sucking his cock last night, did he? Mythra recalled, and for a brief moment she felt her hangover in full, a splitting pain shooting from the base of her skull to the middle of her brow. She flinched and grunted softly, rubbing sloppy fingers at her temple until the short pain passed through her. There was something very wrong about that thought. Rex had fucked her last night after spending all afternoon listening to her talk, and the entire evening smiling and eye-fucking her tits. He hadn’t fucked Nia, right? But… I saw them outside. And he wasn’t at dinner with us–

Mythra squeezed her eyes shut, then gave her head a quick shake. That was all just part of my dream, she decided. The bad part of it . A queasiness rose in her belly, a tight feeling gripping the left side of her chest. I’m awake now. Rex and I had the best sex of our lives last night, she reminded herself. He finally gave me what I wanted on our wedding night. It was amazing. It was… it was *real*. It was Rex, she reminded herself again, and then again, and then a third time before she could believe it. What she was feeling– discomfort, distress, anxiety –all began to push out of her, until she felt safe to open her eyes.

Glancing down at the dark silhouette of her husband’s hips, Mythra found herself beginning to grin, cheeks already aflush with excitement. Her eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, but part of the shape she could see was his cock– fat and fierce and hard as hell. Morning wood! Even though Mythra couldn’t make out the fine details, it was enough for her to tell her husband hadn’t been skipping out on his training. His cock was definitely bulkier than the last time she saw it. Maybe Nia has him… doing weight training with it, or something, she told herself, reaching between her thighs briefly to stroke along her pussy’s parted lips. Y-yeah, that makes sense.

Her head started to hurt again. Before the headache could progress to the point of impairment, Mythra took a breath and began to move again, once more pulling her hair out of the way before beginning to crawl down along Rex’s powerful legs. They weren’t spread, but the way he had sacked out after fucking the hell out of her left just enough room for Mythra to get on her belly between his knees, wriggling and worming with stealth in mind. I want him to wake up either… while I’m doing it, or after he cums, Mythra thought. The latter would be ideal, on the off chance his feelings on oral sex being ‘unsanitary’ hadn’t changed.

Mythra’s only other time sucking his cock had begun with him sitting on the edge of the bed, too nervous to get it up while being the center of attention for four women– her on her knees, one hand on his shaft while the other gripped his thigh. That was her inclination for her second shot at getting cum shot in her mouth, but she quickly realized him laying down changed the dynamic too much for a proper repeat. She sucked on her tongue for a moment, contemplating the dim shape of his junk just before her, chin on the mattress. The thighs flanking her head made her feel a bit like she was in a canyon.

Were she to use one hand on the shaft, prodding and whacking him with her elbow any time she moved her arm. After some contemplation, Mythra made a decision: I’ll go full slut. She knew exactly what she would say when he woke up. Look, Rex, no hands. As much as Mythra loved her shared husband, she knew he would always be a bit of a child at heart. The feat would impress him enough to let her finish him in her mouth before beginning to fuck her like a bitch again. Just keeping her elbows to her sides would be inconvenient, though; she put her hands to his hips, a light and grazing touch gliding up to her ribs where they ultimately settled.

A minute or two passed before Mythra felt comfortable and confident enough to proceed, though another epiphany quickly struck her: she wasn’t going to be able to just lift her head and go to town on him without pushing her arms down against him for leverage. … W-well. I knew that would be the case, she bullshitted plainly to herself, something easy to do when there was no one to point out the blatant falsehood. Her tongue flicked over her lips, heavy eyes soaking in the detailless sight of her lover’s cock one more time before closing entirely. I’ll just… start low and work my way up when it’s the right time.

Start low. The lowest part of Rex available to her mouth were his balls, hefty things she didn’t pay much attention to in the past unless they were whacking against her ass amidst thrusting. She had tapped them in a curious touch during her poor attempt at a first blowjob, and Rex nearly lost his shit on the spot over it. With him unaware, she felt free to begin a gentle exploration of his spunk-storing danglers. Tentatively, her long tongue touched the left half of the pair with its very tip. When her hubby didn’t stir, Mythra gave her libido its head and allowed her tongue to slide up along the sack’s wrinkles.

It was sweaty, but not unpleasant on her taste buds. The masculine musk hitting her nostrils had its own appeal– the raw scent of a man. There was something off about it, though, something that again threatened her poor head with another ache. Mythra didn’t pay a lot of attention to her husband’s nuts, but she was pretty sure they sported more hair than she was encountering. Did he… shave these for Nia? Mythra had to ask herself, feeling envy’s turmoil in her belly, and its aroused ripple along her cunt. … No, maybe I’m just imagining it , she decided, tongue gently dragging along up his scrotum until her tongue flicked in a flourish that tickled at the base of his shaft.

Her tongue retreated behind her pouty lips briefly, and Mythra sucked on the taste. Licking on her husband’s nuts while he was out of it definitely made her feel like a slut; she bit briefly on the inside of her bottom lip before releasing it and going for another lap of her tongue, half-along the fresh wetness of her saliva and half atop his stale sweat. This time, she could feel a distinct twitch under her salacious muscle as the testicle therein wondered what the fuck was happening to its protective housing. Mythra almost giggled at the feeling, but quickly assuaged the sack’s occupants with another flick of her tongue.

She knew the damn things were reactive, that they would retreat to keep the sperm therein warm in the cold, but it was something special to actually feel that, to actually cause it. The next vertical lap of her tongue had it gracing along the faint yet distinct seam between the two nuts, and Mythra was again struck by the lack of hair when her tongue touched the center of his shaft’s base. … He DEFINITELY had hair around there the last time I got a good look at it. Nia probably does what I’m doing all the time. She could clearly visualize it in her mind: Nia in the same position that she was in, grasping Rex’s trained cock in both hands and pumping wildly while her tongue went on a cum-hungry rampage across his nuts.

Mythra felt the stir of jealousy again, though more for what Rex was receiving than the fact that Nia was fucking him multiple times a day. The gormotti’s tongue was something special, both in distinct texture and in how good Nia had gotten at using it. She would have loved to be invited to join her and Rex, to suck Rex off while Nia tended to her pussy from behind. Alas, the lesson from their wedding night had stuck: expecting Rex to handle more than one of them at once was just unfair. The blonde Blade pushed those thoughts away and focused on the cock in front of her, or rather its balls, proceeding along.

Her tongue did nothing but drag along him in stripes until what was facing her was entirely coated in her saliva, and then it became a horizontal lave, two broad drags of her tongue one way and then the other. Mythra kept her hands light and still on Rex’s ribs as she squirmed a bit closer to him still. There was more that she could do with just her tongue, but she had a feeling he’d wake up quickly once her tongue started tucking under his sack. Instead, Mythra kissed each ball, one and then the other and then back again, almost sucking against each before her lips inevitably moved.

They deserved her reverence, her affection, having given her such a wonderful anniversary gift. Mythra’s shoulders tightened with suppressed pleasure as her mind went to the cum in her womb– barely felt, but she knew she was still so damn full with his seed. Other thoughts began to flick through her amorous head, each revolved around her lover’s spunk in a different way. She could remember being worried that Rex wasn’t wearing protection, at one point, but he never did. Nor did any of the Aegis girls bother taking medicinal contraceptives– not because they wanted children, but because it wasn’t something any of them really thought about. It didn’t seem like something that could happen between a Blade and a human, even if that human was their Driver.

But maybe it could. Mythra smiled against her hubby’s nuts for a moment, briefly enticed by the thought of last night’s ravishing being a deliberate attempt to breed her– and what it would be like if it took root, and she caught a bad case of pregnancy before Nia’s heat resulted in the Flesh Eater’s belly rounded. Not that any of them knew if she was any more likely to get knocked up than they were, but it seemed more likely than a normal Blade mating with a human.

Not that we’re normal Blades, anyway. If a Blade is going to be fertile, it’d be the Aegis, Mythra declared inwardly, and at that moment her transition from ball to shaft proper began. She kissed Rex’s thick shaft at the base, leading seamlessly into the slow drag of her tongue along his underside. Down there was far lower than she had managed to go when sucking him off from her knees, a fact reinforced as she curved her back and neck to reach as high as she could upon his morning wood. Without lifting her breasts off the bed– without pushing on his thighs, she wasn’t getting even halfway up his shaft.

She hadn’t even attempted to take him into her throat that first time, knowing it would be a mistake. This, though– Mythra again got the feeling that something was just off . Something wasn’t right, but she was enjoying herself too much to give the back of her head’s worries much credence. It seemed to her that loving on her man’s cock was the perfect hangover cure. As Mythra descended his shaft, she dotted her blazed trail with soft yet wet kisses, scarcely able to believe so much of it had fit inside her tight twat just hours prior.

Yet it had. Just as she began to repeat the process with a bias towards the left side of his shaft, Rex shifted and grunted with the beginnings of awareness. Mythra froze for a long moment; when he fell still again, she gently roamed her hands along his ribs, still hoping to keep him tame and calm for the time being.

“You’re tickling me, woman,” the man muttered, half-aware, and clearly complaining. It sounded off, like it was deeper than it should have been, but– that was probably just his sleepiness. A memory tugged at the edge of Mythra’s mind, a dim recollection of trying to get Rex to giggle in tandem with Nia years ago only to find out their stupid hunk of a (then-boyfriend) hubby wasn’t ticklish at all. “Just… use… your hands with your mouth. I’ve been awake this entire time. Show me what you can do.”

Woman. Rex never addressed any of them that way, but Mythra liked it. With her cheeks now burning with embarrassment and lust, the blonde Blade began a wordless shift and squirm between her hubby’s thighs until she was bowed low on her knees. Finally, her eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness to see parts of his silhouette filled in, illuminated by the light trying to push in against the curtains. The first place Mythra looked was his face, hoping to see his reaction to her ministrations - unfortunately, his arm had draped over it, hiding everything but a hint of hair. A long look down the rest of his body showed a lot for her to appreciate, however. 

Nia was hogging him, but she was doing them all a favor, helping him achieve a peak form beyond just rugged. Now that she was looking at him properly, the scars he had seemed wrong , in a more striking way than what her fingers had found prior. Rex was supposed to have a long and jagged one across his chest and side from fighting Malos and Jin, but that was gone.

“That wasn’t a request,” her hubby growled with soft impatience, and Mythra’s shoulders tightened once more with excitement. Rather than keep him waiting any longer, she quickly swept her hair out of the way and then gave his cock all of her attention without a word spoken. It would be up to him now if he wanted to finish in her mouth; she just had to give it her all and hope for the best.

Posed as she was, all the movements were more familiar to her. Mythra encircled his saliva-slickened shaft with her fingers, grasping him tight but not too tight. Her other hand grasped at his hip as she began to massage his cock with long, soft fingers, each stroke somewhat uneven from her lack of experience. Her lips lowered to the tip of his crown’s slit and kissed it, delighted to find that it was wet and leaking more clear pre. Their initial press segued into a tease of her tongue, earning her ears the pleasure of her man grunting again.

It definitely wasn’t her imagination. Rex was thicker. She knew that for certain the moment her lips spread wider and took his cock’s head into her warm mouth. As her tongue circled around the engorged top, she took note of something else– just an awareness of it more than a proper acknowledgement. Each upward drag of her fingers should have some skin rolling back over his dick, but even when her curled grip nearly reached her lips there was nothing.

Even with her lost power of Foresight, Mythra never would have foreseen Rex getting his foreskin removed. It was puzzling; it was puzzling enough that her initial flow and tempo revolved around it, keeping her hand high on his cock as she tried to suss out whether or not her husband had gotten a surprise circumcision. This second time around, his cock tasted much better on her taste buds. Not clean, but the pussy it had been soaking in was her own.

All the wine she had on her wedding night made it much easier for her to pretend Rex had actually taken a shower after admitting to fucking a stripper. Mythra had never told her sisters or Nia the unfortunate truth of that first and only blowjob– the stripper’s lipstick was still on Rex’s tip, something that she worked diligently to hide before anyone else could see it. She had no intention of bringing it up; it was a secret she would take to her grave. It was…

“You haven’t done this before, have you?” the man spoke up, and Mythra’s tongue stopped moving. Her fingers didn’t get the memo and kept stroking away, though the focus that kept them on the higher half of his shaft dissipated. “If you’re trying to make me cum, you’re going to be at it for a long, long while, Mythra.”

Irritation and indignation led to Mythra reluctantly slipping him free of her lips, glaring at his face as she sucked in a needed breath. “What are you talking about? I’ve– I’ve done this with you lots of times,” she sputtered in a lie that left her baffling and even more embarrassed. “Way… way more times than Pyra or Pneuma, at least,” she added quickly, defensively, a little truth to gloss over how stupid it felt to make such a claim. The rise of her ire was enough to push away other things, sidelining arousal and jealousy alike. Unable to hit any kind of vocal brakes on herself, Mythra riposted inelegantly: “You have to be the only man in the world who doesn’t like getting head.”

Rex laughed and began to sit up, and even before he started to lower his draped arm from his face, Mythra felt her head begin to hurt again. The laugh wasn’t Rex’s laugh: earnest in both delight and disbelief or anything else it sought to express. Save beyond the uncomfortable, teary-eyed chuckle on the morning of their wedding, when he confessed to his initial infidelity and expressed his regret: deep down, the blonde Blade had always suspected he enjoyed losing his cherry more than popping Pyra’s. 

“No,” he told Mythra, enough light in the room that the shadows did not hide his smile. “You’re just bad at sucking cock, and you had no business trying to wake me up with a blowjob. Being inept is nothing to be ashamed about, so long as you’re honest about it. Everyone has to start somewhere.”

Mythra could only stare at Rex: brown hair, fair skin with just the barest hint of a tan. A scar or two on his face, but nothing that subtracted from the handsomeness he grew into, with a strong jaw colored in by dark stubble. It was a face she was so familiar with, one she could recreate in her head with her eyes closed even if she went years without seeing him. Yet a few of the details were just off . His eyes should have been golden. Not the same gold as Mythra’s eyes, but a similar hue to Adam’s, speaking to the dormant remnants of Torna running through his veins. Instead, they were an icy blue. The left side of his upper lip was nicked by a scar, and his smile was serious, without a trace of Rex’s inner child.

All the clues began to slide into place. Rex hadn’t been doing weight training with his cock to make it longer and thicker. That was stupid. Nia probably hadn’t given him an ad hoc circumcision in the last few months. That was also stupid. She hadn’t misremembered the scars criss-crossing his torso. They were the scars of another man entirely, one who just so happened to look like her husband, just as those eyes and the rest of his face were. The inevitable realization and truth of last night was not the first thing that Mythra recognized, however: it was the simple fact that Rex did not give her the anniversary present that she thought he did. The only woman he fucked last night was Nia, and the only reason Mythra saw her feline friend sucking Rex’s cock on the lawn was because the man actually in her bed happened to pick that time to drag her into her bedroom.

Mythra’s lips opened and closed slowly, meaning to say something, to produce some sound or another. The man whose balls she had been worshipping, whose cock she had been sucking… the man she fucked last night was not her husband. 

He looked like Rex.

He was not Rex. But I fucked him.  

Yet he was not Rex. … but I fucked him. 

Yet he was not Rex. He… came inside me…  

Yet he was not Rex. Rex would have said something, anything, rather than allow the sudden silence in the room to drag out uncomfortably. The naked stranger in Mythra’s bed did nothing but remain comfortable there, watching her with building amusement on his face. Not cruel or malicious amusement. No, he was simply humored by Mythra’s difficulty seizing hold of the truth that he already held in tight check. He waited for it to sink in. He waited to see what Mythra would do.

His wait was not seconds long; it was minutes. A minute of shock, first. A minute of shock and monotonous thought, both in tone and realization. He was not Rex, yet Mythra, who loved Rex and had committed her life to him, had… fucked him. The entire purpose of being married was that dedication, that love, pledging to share everything. It was supposed to be sacred, and yet Mythra had broken her vows. She had given herself to another man, something that she had never consciously considered before– and she had liked it .

That was when the tears began. They didn’t run down Mythra’s cheeks right away, building to a glisten in her eyes. Her chest began to heave as her breathing quickened rapidly, short and sharp inhales not quite enough to match the harsh exhales that followed. Even as he became more blurry in her vision, Mythra continued to stare at his face, and he continued to watch her with that smile. I… I didn’t even just… like it… it wasn’t even because he looks so much like Rex, she thought, shoulders beginning to tremble with quakes. I loved it. He fucked me like a stupid, slutty bitch of a wife and I loved it. 

And after a few months, I would have let any man who came on to me with half of his charisma do it. “No,” Mythra moaned, heralding the advent of rivulets running from the corner of her eyes to her jaw. “Oh, Architect. No, no, no,” she whispered raggedly, panicked and distraught. Her head dipped and her hands lifted to cover her face as the tears segued into sobs. I can’t fix this. I’ve fucked up. I’ve fucked up so bad. I just ruined everything. It was only then that the man, whose name she did not know, moved. She could feel him shift his weight around on the bed, leaning forward. Then she could feel his arms around her, pulling her inward.

“Shhh,” the man who had ruined Mythra’s marriage hummed against her hair, squeezing her tight to his chest with strong arms. There, embraced in his hold, she felt safe, secure– a dangerous thing to feel around the handsome stranger, she now knew. That feeling of safety and security was what led to her becoming a cheating whore. It was impossible to deny the comfort she found in his warmth and attention, however, and how the fingers brushing through her long blonde hair helped her relax. Her palms flattened on his chest. “Shhh, Mythra. Shhh. You’re fine, you’re fine. This is our little secret. You don’t need to worry about Rex or the others finding out.”

That doesn’t make it any better. I can’t take this back. I… I can’t. Beneath Mythra’s distress, there was still that anger she felt before, that agitation over how he disparaged her oral skills. It demanded action, and she did not fight its call, fingers curling and green-painted nails clawing at his pecs as she moaned wordlessly against his skin. Though a weak clawing, it was enough to scratch deep, to leave bloody lines against his skin that he bore through in silence. His lack of pained contrition threw fuel on her irritation; soon her fists were beating on him when they weren’t slapping on the cuts she had created.

Still, he did nothing but whisper comforts and placations to her. “You… you bastard, you fucking bastard,” Mythra whispered rawly. “Why? Why?” Something else demanded the question. “I– I was drunk, you took advantage of me, you…” She trailed off there, back to wordless whimpering. I was drunk, but it was still my fault. Being… being drunk, it didn’t even matter that much, it was… fuck! I just wanted him so much. I wanted him to fuck me–

“Because it’s what you wanted me to do,” the stranger murmured to her, his hair-combing hand following its long spill down her back just as it had been. Instead of stopping at its midway point and lifting to start anew at the back of her head, however, it continued lower. “Not a word of what I told you last night was an exaggeration or a falsehood. I spoke the truth, and you knew that. You are miserable here, being ignored and neglected by the people who should love you must, because Rex can’t handle what he’s taken on.”

“That’s… that’s not true,” Mythra protested, not even convincing herself. The stranger’s calloused fingers brushed past her waist and ran outward to her thigh, following its wide flare low before moving back inland of her skin. Her moaning briefly hitched high with a whimper as he pressed lightly on one of the bruises his spanking left on her. “You dragged me through the house– you didn’t take no for an answer, I tried to stop you–” Only one of those things was true, but it wasn’t as if he made her sit in his lap. Mythra knew deep in her gut that she could have walked away.

“No, Mythra. You had a choice, and you chose what you wanted,” he said, head moving to put his lips to her ear, almost as it had been last night. “You chose to cheat on your husband. You begged me to make you cum,” he reminded poignantly, his hand starting a slow drag down over her thick rump. When it reached where the skin curved sharply and flowed into her thigh, it began to creep inward. Mythra quieted, tensing across her body, fingers splayed out and still on his chest. “And you knew what the price of cumming would be. You’re more than just Rex’s bored housewife, now,” he said. His words paused.

His fingers did not. Their tips brushed along the inner curve of her ass on their way deeper into the canyon, a light touch teasing the tight clench of her virgin asshole. They did not stop there, continuing lower, finding the soaking wet slit that Mythra had been toying with not so long ago. Mythra let out a faint whimper at his caress, but could not bring herself to try and worm away from him; even with the invasive touch, she felt safe in his arms… and her pussy’s pink walls were ashiver with hope he would give her more of what she had received the previous night. When the tip of his finger began to tease her clit, her hips reactively rolled back against his touch.

“Please,” Mythra pleaded through the moan lining her voice, unable to say if she was asking for mercy or the bliss of his cock’s benediction. Perhaps it was for him to soften the blow of the words that she now knew to be coming next.

He did not. “You’re a cheating whore. You’re my slut. Until I leave, you’re my bitch, to be used any way I’d like, whenever I’d like. Because that’s what you’ve always wanted,” the stranger told Mythra softly. “Not some farce of a ‘happy marriage’. You need risk. You need stakes. You need to feel like you’re losing something in order to feel like you’re winning. And I’ll give you all of that, and more.”

“... Please,” Mythra groaned, the writhe and roll of her hips bent on making him simply slip that finger into her waiting hole. She pressed her face against his battered chest, shaking her head as if denying him once more– but all it accomplished was wiping away most of her tears. Perhaps that was the purpose of the action all along. Meaning, purpose, that was all a step beyond Mythra’s capabilities. The headache had returned in full swing, and the only thing that seemed to calm her head was obeying her body’s call for infidelious satisfaction.

The unplanned movements of her hips bore no hope of finding their desired fruit, but thankfully, the stranger made things easy for her. “Who owns this cunt now?” he asked her, lifting his finger’s tip from her most sensitive place, simply hovering over it.

“You,” Mythra answered without delay or need for further prompting. Ultimately, it was what she wanted from him all along. To be played with, to be treated like a bitch. Exhausted emotionally, it did not matter he was not Rex. “It’s… it’s your pussy. Yours to fuck,” she told him. “In– in whatever way you want, whenever you want,” she continued, in dire need of him getting started, getting inside her once more.

His finger returned to her clit, but his cock was not forthcoming. “That’s right. Good girl,” he said in low-voiced praise, his other hand following a perpendicular trail to the one taken by its twin until it reached the other half of her ass. He grabbed tight and squeezed tighter, deliberately abusing her bruise and turning Mythra’s moans into pained whimpers for a brief moment. “Until I leave this inn, that’s true for every part of you. Your mouth, your ass. Your hands. Your breasts,” he told her, and Mythra urgently nodded. “They’re mine. When I want them, how I want them. Which means…”

Mythra felt herself gasp and stiffen before she felt the sting of his ass-fondling hand spanking her right on the bruise. “You don’t try to suck my cock without being told to do so. Not unless you want to ruin any hope of the Aegis Inn becoming a prosperous business once more. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” Mythra moaned in a lewd reply, promptly pushing herself back against that hand. “Y-yes, I shouldn’t have–” A sharp crack throughout the room cut her off, followed by Mythra wailing out a moment later, “YEOW!” The second time he spanked her right on top of the bruise, it was the gasp and shudder of her body that was delayed. Just as quickly as the recoil flowed through her, the blonde Blade was bumping back into the hand again, hardly turned off for the flashes of lurid pain.

“You couldn’t suck a cock to completion if it meant saving your husband’s life,” he chided her next. Though his fingers slipped from her clit, it was no punishment: two of the stranger’s sizable digits began to squeeze inside her, almost enough to keep Mythra from hearing the words he was speaking to her. “Isn’t that right?”

“I, I can’t,” Mythra tried to deny, or so she thought. “I can’t, you’re right, you’re right,” she confessed, and found herself duly rewarded for the confession with how those fingers plunged deeper into her pussy. They did not move fast, but they moved steadily, forceful in the face of her slippery cunt’s lustful resistance. For all their size, he moved them with grace and deft skill, avoiding the one spot that might have tipped her over the edge from a single brush.

“Do you want to change that, you slut?” he asked next, his voice dropping to a low growl of dark promise. “Do you want to learn how to suck my cock? Do you want to use the mouth you kiss your husband with to please another man?”

“Yes,” Mythra moaned quickly in answer, body squirming wantonly from his touching both inside and out. Her thighs quivered and squeezed together, almost as if they wanted to try and squeeze his wrist to forestall any further movement. “I’m– I’m a slut that wants to learn how to suck your cock, with– with the mouth that I kiss my husband with,” she confirmed. 

“Of course you do,” he replied, with the sort of smugness that normally made Mythra want to punch a man smack dab in the center of his throat. “Hope you kiss your husband better than you kissed my balls, at least. What he’s doing here with you four is a crime against love.” To that, Mythra could say nothing– her groaning thickened at the reminder of slobbering on the stranger’s nuts. She still didn’t even know his name, but she knew exactly what his balls tasted like. That had to be her rock bottom; heat flared throughout her. It wouldn’t be much longer, now. 

“You’re going to need to earn the privilege of sucking my cock,” he told her, pushing through her pussy to give her g-spot with that one little tap only to pull short. Mythra whined her disappointment at him, though it was still what she wanted. To be edged, to be treated like she deserved his contempt. Her hands started to claw at him again, but a quick double-thwack of his hands on her bruised bottom put a swift stop to it. As the blonde Blade yelped and flinched away from him, he seized her hips and pushed her to the side, away from the nest she had made between her legs.

“How? How?” Mythra begged to know as she got to her hands and knees, long since having fully given into her need. Last night had made up for all the time she had spent untouched and unappreciated, yet it had also reawakened the appetite and excitement she once had for sex, prior to Rex ruining it all. As she swung her head up to look at the stranger’s face, his hand was already snaking out to grab a hold deep in her golden locks, near her scalp. She didn’t even have a moment to get steady before he was pulling her forth and drawing himself back, sitting up against the pillows and headboard.

“Show me you can make me cum at all,” he answered Mythra with a smirk, his other hand reaching to grab at one of her breasts as she followed the lead of her hair-turned-leash, crawling over his lap. His stiff cock brushed against her inner thigh as she settled, still wet with her saliva. She swallowed, face flushed and eyelids heavy. “My sluts ride before they suck,” he told her. “And if they can’t ride… well. That calls for something different.”

“You want me… on top?” Mythra asked quietly, a foolish question he kindly did not laugh at: she was already on top of him, and as she straightened herself in her straddle, he released her hair. It should have been a position of power, but staring down at the man who had ruined her marriage, Mythra knew she had only been given an opportunity to fall flat on her face. When he nodded, she wet her lips with a drag of her tongue and nodded with all the confidence she could muster. It was not a very confident nod as her elbows raised and her hands reached back, gathering her hair and tossing it to the side. “Then I’ll make you cum like this,” she promised.

“I’m sure you will,” he said, his smirk only growing. 

Mythra bit on her bottom lip in turn, reminding him (and herself) of something simple. “I’m the Aegis. You’re… not going to last a minute inside me,” she claimed with raunchy bravado, wanting to prove herself and earn the promised rewards. She looked down at him, her rediscovered pride on display only undermined by her fluster. With her back arched and her breasts pushed forward, she was like an idol in the flesh, more worthy of worship and adulation than the Architect who created her.

“I’m sure you will,” he repeated, glancing down from Mythra’s face to his cock, the dripping hole it was pointing up at, and the supple thighs that framed it. Mythra only began when their eye contact broke, reaching down with both of her hands to get everything where it needed to be. Her fingers trembled, though they knew what to do well enough. Grab hold of his shaft… spread her pussy with her fingers…

But it was the first time she had done it. With Rex, it was always missionary, with little else for her to do but move her hips and eventually fake an orgasm in hopes of sparing herself prolonged boredom. Fucking back last night, even just a little, had been something new to her. “Get… get ready,” Mythra murmured down at him, even as she began to inch her hips down. Slowly, slowly, and then the thick head of his prick was against her sodden gash… though not at quite the right angle. It glided along her wetness, and Mythra breathed in sharply, dragging him back. Squeezing him tight, she began her descent upon his prick, shoving her hips down in a movement both jerky as it was awkward.

He didn’t say another word.

Mythra expected her pussy to put up more of a fight against his cock’s invasion, but it was still left slightly parted from their prior infidelity. Its inner, lurid pink walls still fondly remembered the shape it was forced to take when he initially stretched her cunny out with rough thrusts less than six hours prior. “–Fuck,” she squeaked, half-filled from what she expected to be only the start of her impalement. The blonde Blade stopped there, her knees tucking in roughly against the stranger’s sides, one hand rushing up to cover her mouth and grasp at her face; the other slapped its palm down on the stranger’s abdomen. Her pussy rippled reactively, its soaking wet folds massaging in their squeeze. “Oh, fuck , you feel…”

“Sixty. Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven. Fifty…” The counting began and progressed far before Mythrea realized why he was counting backwards from sixty; she needed the time to adjust and acclimate to the feeling of him inside her from beneath, nothing at all like the other ways she had gotten dick. She had said he would last less than a minute inside of her, and he was going to hold her to it. “Forty six, forty five…”

“D-damn it,” Mythra gasped softly, squeezing her eyes shut as she slapped her other hand down against him. Clawing into his skin, she began to move, urged on by the lowering number. Even the littlest thing resulted in his position and angle inside her changing, pressing against her cunt’s lining in new ways. And even the littlest of them proved to be profoundly distracting to Mythra, sending shivers and shakes throughout her body, nerves electric and body ablaze with lust. 

She wanted to experience them all, she wanted to figure out which one he’d like best and which one she’d enjoy most. He wasn’t going to give her the time to do that; his count-down continued, voice almost leisurely and frustratingly unaffected by what was driving her wild. “Twenty, nineteen…”

I just have to give it everything I’ve got…! Mythra realized, though her outward expression of that realization was far more rocky. “D-don’t hold… back…!” she told him, an order too breathy to be taken as the command she meant for it to be. The easiest thing for her to do seemed to be just twisting and rolling her hips, keeping him at the same depth inside herself, but even that was impossible for her inexperienced hips. Even a tiny twist stroked him deeper into her cunt’s embrace, and Mythra only grew wilder as he entered the single digits, frantic and panicked.

“Three… two… one. Cum, you goddamn slut,” he said, lifting his voice over the beginning of her rapturous squeal. She had lasted a full minute with him inside her, but only just; he bore through her mouth’s worship and a minute without batting an eyelash. As sure as if he had pressed a button inside her pussy, Mythra felt her everything contract tight, a powerful quiver felt deep in her bones at its apex. Her lustful mind, already rapt on the moment rather than the past or future, went completely blank for anything but the cock that filled her– and then even that was gone as everything that made the Aegis who she was exploded outward. 

Not even a pump of his hips. Just a count-down and one word, and he made Mythra cum again. All she knew was the pleasure of giving in to him, her stacked body squirming and writhing with ecstasy as her cunt tried to drag him deeper. She didn’t realize when she started wailing out with the ecstasy of it, though she was dimly aware of the hand clamping over her mouth to keep her quiet– to keep her secret.

Once more, Mythra lost herself on his cock despite knowing nothing about him beyond one all-important fact: he was not her husband. It might have been seconds after she started screaming or minutes afterwards, but soon her panties seemed to reappear, shoved back into her mouth to keep her volume down. With his hands free, the stranger grasped her hips and began to reiterate the vast difference between them when it came to crass carnality; loud wet slaps rang out in place of her cries as he pumped himself up into her.

The orgasm cooled from its peak, but it did not end. Mythra kept clawing at him, dragging down his torso as her body rode the waves he created within her; when they reached her knees, she began victimized herself with her nails, grabbing at her thighs and breasts mindlessly as he fucked her. There was nowhere else in the world she wanted to be; not in Rex’s bed impaled on his cock, and not in Nia’s entwined with her sapphic lover. The fat-cocked stranger fucked away her soreness, and he fucked away her headache and hangover too.

A small part of Mythra still recognized how wrong it was– and how embarassing it was that he could do all of this so casually , but it remained buried deep inside her and pushed deeper yet by every thrust. When he finally gave her thirsty cunt the thick white cum it wanted in her womb, that should have been it– the end of it. 

But it wasn’t. The blonde Blade, put in her place, laid limp and shivering after he pushed her off him. If she heard the things he said to her right after finally busting inside her, she didn’t remember them later. What did stick with her was the feeling of his spent cock being put against her lips, dragged and lazily slapped against her skin until she parted them and gave his crown her tongue. That was what Mythra remembered most of all: the taste of him, so fresh and yet so sloppy from her cunt.

She couldn’t handle him any more than she could have handled another month of neglect. He didn’t leave her spent and discarded on the bed, helping her into her private bathroom’s shower and turning on the hot water for her. 

As Mythra slumped down, back to the wall as the highly pressurized spray began to rain down on her, he spoke his parting words to her: “We’ll discuss your training tonight, after I’ve had a chance to speak with your husband.” And then he was gone, and all Mythra could do was stare down between her parted legs at the cum slowly running out of her spread gash, once again inseminated.

… What the hell is going on with me? Despite the shower’s steam, Mythra shivered. At least her hangover seemed to be gone.

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Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes.

After twenty minutes, Mythra accepted the plain truth already so evident to her eyes: just sitting there and letting the hot water rain down on her and over her? It wasn’t going to be enough to make her feel clean or less violated. There was no taking back what was done. All it did, really, was give her time to… drain out. At least the fresh cum trickling out of her was being dragged across the tile floor by the water, towards the drain. “Fuck,” she whispered beneath her breath, hardly audible even to her own ears, lifting her hands to scrub at her face.

It was what it was. She was a cheater, and she was never going to get away from that fact. It wasn’t like she could go into her own memories and delete them; even if she could, it’d probably just happen all over again. Mythra breathed in deep, then began to drag her fingers further up her face, raking it into her golden bangs and pushing them back. … He fucked me three times. And I put his cock in my mouth. Does that count as cheating four times? Or since it was all sort of back-to-back… did I just cheat once? For a brief moment, she gazed up towards the showerhead, eyelids quickly dropping low. It doesn’t really matter.

She dug her green nails into her scalp and exhaled hard, tilting her head back against the shower’s wet wall. Stress continued to gnaw at her, but she couldn’t deny how relaxed she was feeling. That’s just the hot water and steam, the blonde Blade told herself hollowly, knowing full well that hot water and steam could not strike so deep into her bones, so relaxed that she wasn’t even sure her gooey-feeling legs would support her weight once she stood up. If the stranger hadn’t all but dragged her into the shower and gotten the water going, she probably would have just laid in bed until someone came in, found her in her state of disgrace and…

Don’t go there. Mythra swallowed. The thought of being seen like that by Rex, one of her sisters or Nia– it was sickening to her core. It made her heart tight, and her core crystal like some stigmata. Everything they had built together since defeating Malos could come crashing down at any moment, were they to discover her infidelity. It wouldn’t matter that she was drunk at the time, and it wasn’t like she would actually lie to them about it; despite sputtering at her ‘lover’ that he had taken advantage of her, Mythra knew she couldn’t repeat the claim to their faces.

Twenty-five minutes.

It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t entirely right either. Because I wanted it. Because… I really am an attention whore . Recalling yesterday’s conversation with Pneuma made her flinch and shift uneasily in her seated pose. Any man could have done that to me, if they just… pushed. Because it’s what I’ve wanted out of them, every time. Reopening her eyes and staring at the white-laced water running towards the shower’s drain, Mythra thought back to the other men who could have had her. The guys that all the women at the Aegis Inn had pegged as perverts. The guys that she would get into arguments with.

They always backed down from her bravado and bluster, but if they kept pushing, she would have given up the goods to them. If they got her alone, anyway. Usually, the Aegis girls were good about making sure none of the lecherous guests got an opportunity to creep one-on-one, but they weren’t omnipotent. No Architect, no Foresight. Having some creep start dropping hints? Coming too close to Mythra while the others were busy? It happened more than once. In retrospect, Mythra couldn’t help but feel as if she had let it happen–

But they never pushed once she started glaring and spouting off at them, all but daring them to proceed. To grab her by the wrist or by her breast, or by her hair. To get in her personal space. To impose themselves upon her. Mythra shuddered despite the warmth of the shower. But I guess… that’s not really what happened with him. No, he wasn’t like the others. He was polite and affable up until he was jeering and shaming her. He was a gentleman until it came time for him to dick her down like the unfaithful housewife he posisted she was. And while he did push , it wasn’t like he did anything without giving her opportunity to fuck off. 

It was her choice to sit in his lap. 

Her choice to beg for him to make her cum. 

Her choice to put his cock in her mouth. 

Her choice to give in to him.

Did it make it any better or any worse that she genuinely thought he was Rex when she woke up? That even sober, the two of them had a striking resemblance? Mythra didn’t feel one way or another on that topic: just empty. Just bad.

Thirty minutes. … Guess I should actually wash up. Mythra felt no more at peace with what had happened, but repeatedly going over what had happened in her head wasn’t helping anything. With a faint grimace, she put one hand to the floor and the other to the wall, both slick with water but textured for friction. Carefully, the blonde Blade rose from her slump, her legs having recovered some of their strength. Not enough that she felt like she’d be able to stay upright for long, but thankfully the shower had a few bars installed for gripping.

Four extra washrooms had seemed like an affordable luxury to the proprietors of the Aegis Inn, some six months ago, just as Nia’s seemingly endless heat kicked off and an extra degree of privacy seemed warranted. Just before their business went to shit, anyway. Now, it seemed like the purchase would be their death knell. Mythra appreciated it for what it was, though, and the fact that it allowed her some solitude while she came to grips with what she had done. After a few minutes of just standing under the water’s pressurized spray, she finally reached over with one hand to grab a bottle of soap, scrubbing all but one part of herself to the best of her ability.

Rubbing her bruised ass produced several soft grunts and groans that no one else would hear. Even without the running water, each of the four washrooms was sound-proofed– only the one that Nia (and thus Rex) used really NEEDED it, but they had sprung to get it for each new washroom. Just in case. Future preparation, as it were. With the help of the floral-scented soap, her skin began to feel clean. Not purified, but clean. Mythra tried not to look down at it in her hand; both its thickness and off-white color were vaguely reminiscent of the thick fluid she had only recently stopped leaking.

She might have still been leaking it, for all she knew. Mythra’s hairless pussy was the one place she didn’t touch: the sluttiest, most ruinous part of her body. Nothing she ever did would make that hole feel clean again. After sudsing up and washing off every part of her, shy of her mound, she reached for her preferred shampoo; washing and drying hair as long as hers was a bitch of a time, but it was already wet. And she had a feeling that like her skin, there would be something already dried in it. Something she couldn’t let the others see.

When she found that something, Mythra kept her eyes closed and told herself it was anything but spent sperm. Maybe some dried dry shampoo. Maybe . Laughable, but she didn’t laugh. When it was all done and over with, she stepped out to towel off and blow-dry her hair, avoiding her reflection in the mirror above her sink’s basin all the while. When the device had done all it could for her hair, she put it up in a high tail. The last thing she did– the thing she should have done first –was brush her teeth. She scrubbed her tongue, too. Tried to get rid of the aftertaste of cock, sweat and spunk.

It mostly worked. Then she returned to her room, where gazing at herself in the mirror was unavoidable. The sun was already filtering in; her gentleman caller must have tossed open the blackout curtains before leaving. 

When Mythra thought the man in her bed was her husband, she had been so damn excited to see the aftermath of their time together. Most of the proof of her infidelity was gone, her pale skin rosy where she had rubbed herself roughest with the towel. And that one place where she hadn’t touched herself? She glimpsed it briefly and bit roughly at the inside of her cheek, embarrassed and humiliated at herself. It was flusher than any other part of her skin, its resting part worse than when she had woken up. It glistened with wetness not entirely from the shower.

And it was still fucking warm. Even when her stomach was at her queasiest with anxiety, she was still aroused. Mythra turned her back to it, pulling her golden ponytail to the side and peeking over her shoulder. The bruises that she had been repeatedly reminded of that morning had indeed developed, dark splotches on her skin where the stranger had spanked her repeatedly. … At least they don’t look like handprints. That would have been a smoking gun, were one of her sisters to barge in at that moment.

She sighed and stepped over to her wardrobe to get ready for the day. The impulse that had possessed Mythra to toss on fuck-me clothes was dealt with, at least; she picked through her various options, not spending much time contemplating what was before her. Though it felt like a ‘tight pants that need a knife to take off’ kind of day, she doubted her ass would appreciate that. Indeed, her ass wouldn’t appreciate much of anything, and that called for a short skirt. Something that wouldn’t be brushing against it constantly. There were problems with that choice, but they were problems she willfully ignored in favor of comfort. The main thing was, the dark garment’s hemline would keep her ass well-hidden.

Unless someone walked behind her on the stairs, but that would be easy enough for her to avoid. Just have to make sure no one is right on my butt. Piece of cake for the Aegis. She grabbed a thong from her underwear drawer to wear under it, something that wouldn’t chafe her bruised bottom, and then a sports bra that matched it. Once both of her (thankfully unbruised!) tits were stuffed into it, she grabbed a tight-fitting tank-top and tugged it on. Mythra took a glance in the mirror at herself, then grimaced. I don’t look like I want dick, but… she did, and she was still pretty fuckable. Grabbing a cardigan to toss over her tank-top helped in one regard.

Still left her legs bare, open to admiration. Mythra fixed that with some jade thigh-high stockings, which unfortunately didn’t actually solve the problem. It just changed its nature, turning her calves to sleek silhouettes and giving her thigh a notable squish. I should take these off, she thought to herself as she grabbed a pair of shoes from her closet. Nothing special, nothing with a heel. She laced the sneakers tight. Boosting her height above Pyra’s was the last thing on her mind.

With a deep breath, Mythra grabbed her purse and marched to the hell that would be breakfast.

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“Are you alright? You were going pretty hard last night,” Pyra murmured to Mythra while their guest was distracted in conversation with their husband, leaning in close and keeping her voice down. “And I kept feeling–”

The Aegis girls always felt a hint of what the others felt when it grew particularly intense, but never enough to know the whole picture.

“Yeah,” Mythra mumbled back before Pyra could finish, unable to take her eyes off the food that had been served to her. The shape of the protein on her plate made it impossible to keep a flush off her cheeks without looking away, but– she couldn’t . She just couldn’t. “It was nothing. I was just getting… frustrated, you know?” Without thinking, she threw out some of the truth, something that Pyra would understand and not want to press further on. “Saw Rex and Nia, you know…”

Fucking. While the other man sitting at our breakfast table was dragging me by the hair so he could fuck me. Mythra left that unsaid.

“Oh. I’m sorry. That’s… never fun,” Pyra said with soft understanding and softer sympathy. She didn’t pause before reaching over to give Mythra’s leg a reassuring squeeze under the table, just above the knee; Mythra appreciated the earnest care behind that touch. Didn’t stop her from tensing beneath it. Pyra wasn’t about to check her sister’s pussy randomly, but if she did… “Do you want me to get you something different to eat? If I had known–”

Mythra shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m just hung-over,” she assured Pyra, reaching out to pat the hand on her stocking. Where her fingers felt like they were chilled, iced even, Pyra’s were as warm as if she still possessed her powers over fire. The assurance was as much a lie as omitting what was really frustrating her last night, however: the shape of the food. One half of the plate was dominated by a healthy limbdo flamii egg omelet with all her favorite veggies. There was nothing wrong with that, though– it was just a rectangle with some stuff jutting out of it. “Don’t worry about me.”

No, the problem was with what was on the other side of her plate. Sausages. Two of them. Side-by-side.

One just so happened to be noticeably smaller than the other, in both length and width. Both Pyra and the sausages were without fault, but even so– it was a reminder of what happened last night. What happened that morning. Rex hadn’t been lifting weights with his cock. That was a ridiculous idea. The stranger sitting at their breakfast table just happened to have a larger cock than her husband. The saliva gathering in Mythra’s mouth– she couldn’t tell if it was out of hunger, having gotten so much ‘exercise’ overnight, or if she was remembering its taste and the feeling of it in her mouth.

“Okay. Just let me know if you change your mind,” Pyra murmured kindly, before taking her hand back. Pneuma was sitting on the redhead’s other side and said something that drew her attention away from the blonde Blade. Without her caring sister’s scrutiny, Mythra relaxed fractionally and allowed herself a brief peek up at the other side of the table.

Rex and their guest sat side-by-side. The chair at the proverbial head of the table went empty– Rex could be so damn daft, but he always wanted their guests to feel at home at the Aegis Inn. He never sat there when they had someone. The resemblance that Mythra noted yesterday and allowed herself to be fooled by that morning was less convincing, now that they were side-by-side. Still real, but, well–

The portrait of Rex that Mythra had painted in her head glossed over some imperfections or transformed them into more admirable features. In the flesh, with a more objective lens and something to compare it to? That stripped the proverbial rose tint away. Rex was a handsome man, but his face’s features were not perfect. The scars he had earned on his face in recent years didn’t improve what was already there. They were detractors from his rugged handsomeness. It didn’t help that he was clearly tuckered out from the night he had with Nia.

The stranger had scars on his face, too. One at the corner of his lip, tugging his mouth towards a resting smirk at all times without making it impossible for him to smile. The contrast between Rex’s weariness and the stranger’s well-rested countenance was striking. Mythra lowered her eyes before he could see her staring, but she could almost feel his follow-up glance. 

With her blush deepening, the blonde Blade opted to cover-up by stuffing her face with sausage. Rex’s smaller sausage first, just to get it out of the way so she could move on to the fatter, juicier and more promising of the two cocks– sausages. These aren’t dicks. They are sausages. Mythra grimaced and started to cut it up, listening more to the two men talk than her own self-assurances or her sisters.

“... Wild that we never actually met,” Rex was saying, laughing despite how well-worn he was. “But I guess we were always coming and going from the camp, so it makes sense. How long were you with them before I took over?” he asked, reaching for his coffee.

“Man, they all bleed together. I have no idea,” the stranger replied, stroking briefly at his beard as he thought back. “I was thirteen when Vandham took me in. And that must have been… twenty years ago? Probably six or seven,” he figured, before cracking a smile just in time for Mythra to glance up and catch it, mid-chew. Their eyes met briefly before he looked back to Rex, and she lowered her gaze to her husband’s cock– no, the sausage on her plate. “If there’s one thing I’m terrible at, it’s time.”

“Oh. I feel you, I’m the same way.” Rex said with a grin. “We’ve been here for… what, ten years? And it feels like it’s been only one or two to me, still, when that’s how long we’ve been married.”

“Eight years. And we’ve been married one year, almost exactly. Our anniversary was two days ago,” Mythra interjected up without lifting her chin again. She tried to keep her voice leveled-off, but some of the tension she was feeling slipped in.

“Really? Wow. Thanks, Mythra,” Rex chuckled. “See what I mean? I’d be helpless without the girls,” he told the stranger– the stranger , Mythra kept thinking of him as. Mythra was the last one to learn his name. Pyra and Pneuma knew it yesterday, though they didn’t connect the dots until the stranger mentioned he had been part of the Garfront Mercenaries, the band of mercs Rex inherited from Vandham. He had stepped down from leadership after Malos’ defeat, but still kept the connection. They were the source of most of his monster-hunting jobs, outsourcing to him.

“Yeah, you’re a lucky man,” the stranger replied. He paused lightly, deliberately, then repeated with even more light deliberateness: “Your anniversary, huh? That’s a big deal.” Pneuma and Pyra quieted; Mythra licked her lips and glanced sideways at them, suddenly anxious.

“Yeah, I…” Rex started trailing off as soon as he opened his mouth, eyes wide. “Oh, shite. I completely forgot, with what Nia and–”

“We can talk about it later. It’s not a big deal. And it’s not something we should get into in front of our guest, honey,” Pneuma spoke before Rex could get started on all the heartfelt promises he wouldn’t be able to keep.

“Sorry, Mister Gyrex.” Pyra added with a sweet smile. 

Mythra just grimaced at the reminder of how close his name was to Rex’s. She had a distinct memory of laughing about that with Nia when they saw his name on the merc group’s roster, years ago. Hahahaha, a Guy named Rex. The mirth they shared in that memory felt like a distant thing, like something Mythra might never feel again. She kept her face down and continued eating. Wonder if Nia will even remember that…

“I should be the one apologizing. Though please, just call me Guy. We’re hardly strangers,” the stranger, the fucking stranger laughed, and Mythra once again felt his eyes on her when he said it. “Feels like we’ve known each other a long while, and I’m planning to stay in Leftheria for a while.”

“Sure. Guy it is,” Pyra promised.

“You sure you wouldn’t prefer Rex? That’s what you went by before I came around, yeah?” Rex himself wondered.

“It’ll get confusing, and I don’t mind. I’ve gotten used to Guy over the years,” the stranger replied, and the two continued to chat.

You’re always just going to be a stranger to me, Mythra thought grumpily, stabbing her fork vengefully into the larger of the two sausages. She felt bad for that right away. It was a good sausage. It didn’t deserve her attacking it. Letting out a small sigh, she lifted it from the plate and brought it towards her lush lips, ready to apologize in appropriate fashion to the uncircumcised cock. The tip of her tongue slipped from her mouth and slipped along its juicy side, only teasing her worked-up hunger with its wonderful taste.

Though Pyra didn’t grab her wrist, she stopped Mythra all the same when she grabbed her thigh again, voice low. “Don’t eat that way in front of a guest,” she nearly hissed, and there Mythra realized she wasn’t even trying to eat the sausage. She was working up to suck it like a cock, and she nearly choked on the thought.

“S-sorry. Still a bit of wine in my belly, I guess,” Mythra mumbled and bullshitted without much fight, setting her sausage down on the plate and promptly beginning to cut it up. 

Mythra’s regret at such was almost immediate; it would have been far better if she had just… taken her plate to her room. Made an excuse, like bringing breakfast to Nia, who was still abed. Then she could bring the long, fat sausage to her room and do whatever she wanted with it and its juices. She could have tried sucking it so the next chance she had, she could prove the stranger wrong about her skills. Or she could have just laid back on the bed, spread her legs wide and used the sausage to deal with the still-present arousal she bore. 

Now that she had tongued at it a bit, Mythra knew the sausage wasn’t QUITE the size of the stranger’s, but it was still…

Mythra stared at it. It was still a sausage. She pictured herself doing that, not laying back but posed as she had been that morning atop the stranger, spreading her tiny twat wide while attempting to ride the obscenely-sized and shaped food item. It was a no. It was a bridge too far. It would be even lower than sucking on his balls without realizing he wasn’t her husband. The only way Mythra could see herself doing something as crude as that was if the stranger told her to do it. If he was watching her fuck herself with the sausage.

… what the fuck, Mythra. The blonde Blade squeezed her eyes shut and got back to eating. And listening, too, as Pyra and Pneuma joined in the conversation with the men; it was finally turning towards the business that the stranger wanted to discuss with Rex yesterday. Although Rex owned the Aegis Inn on paper, it was the three sisters that ran and operated it in every sense.

“Left the Garfront group a few years ago, myself. Been something of a businessman since, and Leftheria is a place with a lot of potential. It just needs development,” the stranger was saying, his plate of food empty and pushed aside. He finished off his coffee, and without a word Pyra was rising to get the carafe and refill it. After giving the redhead an appreciative smile, he addressed Pneuma– she was the one that balanced the books. “And I think the Aegis Inn would benefit from a little boost of capital. Something to help you stay afloat and grow in the years it’ll take for Leftheria to become a place worth visiting.”

“Business has been slow lately, but we expect it to pick back up soon. What are you proposing, exactly?” Pneuma asked with polite interest, but no clear leaning one way or another.

… I can’t. I can’t deal with him staying here. Or being a part of this. Or… With her golden eyes still staring at what remained of her sausages, Mythra interrupted abruptly. “We don’t need his money, or his business. One Rex is plenty.” The dining room almost grew quiet.

“Don’t be rude, Mythra. What’s wrong with you this morning? You’re not acting like yourself,” Rex asked, and when she glanced up to look at him, he was frowning. She averted her eyes back to the plate quickly, unable to meet his gaze.

He seduced me last night. I sucked his balls. I’m pretty sure his cum is still in my womb. Mythra said none of these things. She said nothing at all, just forcing herself to go back to eating while feeling Pyra’s glare on the side of her head. He’s not you. And his cock is bigger than yours. And that’s my problem. You. Him. UGH.

“I’m sorry. Mythra can be such an awful grouch in the mornings,” Pneuma laughed lightly; forced, though she made it sound almost natural. “Maybe we should continue this discussion in the office. Just the three of us? I’m sure Pyra and Mythra have a lot to do today.”

“That might be a good idea,” the stranger said as he pulled his chair back. “This can be a contentious topic, and I understand all too well how sensitive people can be about hard times.”

“Let me check on Nia first,” Rex said. “Think she’s still out like a light, but I wouldn’t want her to wake up and come barging in–”

Not a minute passed before they were out of the room and out of earshot. “What was that about?” Pyra asked, reproach in her tone.

“I don’t like him,” Mythra mumbled. “He seems like an asshole.”

“He seems like an asshole? You spent most of yesterday talking to him. Or staring at him,” Pyra said with baffled disbelief. “Did something happen with him?”

“No. I just don’t like him, he’s got a dick,” Mythra shot back defensively, her eyes shooting up to glare at Pyra, who simply stared at Mythra with redoubled bemusement.

“... Most men do. So I would think so, yes,” the redhead said after some seconds had passed.

“I meant he IS a dick,” Mythra barked back defensively, the red hue of her cheeks brightening. She sat back in her chair, only to quickly lean forward again as the weight pressed on her bruises and aching hips pained her. “That was– a slip of the tongue. You know what I meant!”

A slip of the tongue . That reeled Mythra right back to slipping her tongue along his wrinkled, sweaty scrotum and then his shaft, giving it more kisses than she had given Rex in the last few months. Her horny cunt throbbed with need. Mythra almost wished he’d pick that moment to come back into the dining room– that he’d take hearing her say ‘he has a dick’ as an invitation to use it. That, without her needing to say another word to Pyra, he’d push her down, flip up her skirt and tug aside her thong to fuck her.

That way, she’d get fucked and she’d be ripping the bandage hiding her infidelity right off.

“No, I don’t.” Pyra sat back, crossing her arms beneath her bosom. As Mythra grit her teeth and looked back down at her food, the redheaded Blade seemed to have an epiphany. “This is about Nia, isn’t it?”

“What.” Mythra wasn’t asking a question. Right away, she knew where Pyra’s head had gone.

“You’re worried that Nia might throw herself at him if Rex needs a break from her, aren’t you?” Pyra asked, her voice evening out with a near-motherly concern.

“... Yeah,” Mythra lied. It was close enough to the truth. “Exactly.”

“You let Rex worry about Nia. If he has to leave her here while Guy is around, I’ll make sure they’re never alone. We could really use an investor,” Pyra said, unfolding her arms and starting to get up. “So please keep your head on straight. This could mean the difference between keeping the inn and losing it entirely.” As she spoke, she began collecting the various plates on the table.

“... Yeah, fine.” Mythra gazed at her untouched omelet, then pushed her plate away and got up herself. “Sorry. Can you put this in the fridge for me? I’m not hungry.”

“Sure. Oh– wait.” Pyra paused.

“What?” Mythra looked over her shoulder at her sister.

“What happened to your wedding ring?”

… Fuck.

Chapter Text

Although she assured Pyra it was tucked away with the rest of her jewelry, Mythra nearly tore apart her bedroom looking for it. The last place she knew it to be had been in her panties, which had been stuffed in her mouth a second time to keep her quiet while the stranger fucked her like a bottom bitch, when she was supposed to be on top. When that was over– when she had stopped making so much noise, he had taken it out. Left her laying on her side, mind smashed as much as her pussy was. Incoherent.

Left staring at her sweat-soaked, cum-stained bed sheets, Mythra tried to remember what he did with the lacy black panties after taking them back. Her focusless eyes had not been particularly concerned with his hands, however. The only things that Mythra could recall were what he did with his spent cock before dragging her off to her shower; the faint feeling of him slapping it on her face. Putting it near her mouth. How willingly she parted her lips and began to lick at the sloppy head, cleaning away the remaining rivulet of cum without tasting it.

Regret panged deep through Mythra, though she could not say if it was regret over not paying more attention to the ring… or the taste of his cock. She had already checked behind her bed’s headboard and the nightstand. Under it, in the garbage can… nothing. Unless he had thrown them against the ceiling and they had somehow stuck up there, she was pretty sure neither the panties nor her wedding ring were in her room. 

Mythra glanced at the ceiling, not feeling very hopeful. That lack of hope was rewarded with a fat load of dissatisfying nothing. There was only one possibility left: he had taken the neatly-knotted panties back to his bedroom when he left her bedroom. It was the most likely possibility, even before she had wasted an hour investigating every nook and cranny within her bedroom. Her panties were a fucking trophy to him, proof of another marriage he had ruined. And from what she could remember he had said– he had something of a thing for infidelity.

It was almost enough to get Mythra crying and tearing at her hair.

Almost. What Pyra said as she headed into the kitchen to wash the dishes echoed in Mythra’s head: don’t forget to do the housekeeping . Get his room out of the way while he’s busy. “Pyra, you dumb genius. I could kiss you,” she murmured, and perhaps she even would. It had been too long since she had shown any real affection to her real ‘twin’. A hug would have been nice, actually. Shit.

Mythra shook her head. Nearly an hour had passed, but if they were discussing an investment, he’d probably be getting grilled by Pneuma for the rest of the morning. The inn’s daily housekeeping also included the rooms of Rex’s four wives; she started by stripping all the soiled sheets off her bed, something she’d be doing anyway on the off chance someone bumbled in and discovered the physical evidence. With those bundled up under an arm and the dress she was wearing last night in another, she headed out of her room.

The laundry cart was just a few feet down the hall. Mythra tossed it all in and wheeled it along. Only the washrooms of the Inn were soundproofed; she could hear the chatter from the office’s door, letting her know she had plenty of time. Grabbing replacement sheets for the stranger’s room as she passed the linen closet, she continued along, soft-soled sneakers quiet but for the roll of the cart’s wheels. Her own room’s sheets could wait.

She had to find her wedding ring. 

Mythra stopped outside the stranger’s room and stared at it, her courage for the task beginning to waver. Stepping into his bedroom was not an insignificant risk. What would happen if he showed up before she found her wedding ring? What if he left the panties there, but the ring was on his person? She swallowed and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath to gather herself. Those were problems Mythra couldn’t afford to linger on: she just had to get to work and get out, and hope Pneuma didn’t cut their meeting short. 

And if the worst came to pass– well. That would be a bridge she would cross as needed. Although Mythra was in a hurry, ideas of what might happen then were already filtering through her mind, laced by her treacherous twat’s lecherous musings. If he shows up, I tell him the truth. I tell him that I’m just there for the house keeping, even if it’s REALLY obvious that I’m looking for what he stole from me. And… and if he decides to take advantage of me again, that’s not the worst thing that could happen. I can survive getting fucked by him again. She nipped against the inside of her inner lip, imagining it.

The stranger, grabbing her hair. Full of anger. Not giving Mythra’s VERY reasonable excuse for being in his room any credence before pulling her around, just as he did last night. Shoving her face against the bed. Flipping up her skirt and tugging aside her thong, and going at her with every bit of the sexual vigor he’d proven himself capable of utilizing against her. It wouldn’t have the element of build-up that their last two times together had; first with him fingering her to an edge, and then with her episode of mistaken-identity oral. Yeah… yeah. I can survive that, Mythra assured herself, releasing the self-nip on her flesh and taking one more deep breath.

It wasn’t a matter of surviving it. Her pussy wanted it. Mythra pushed past that want as she opened her eyes, grabbing the master key from where it hung on the cart. She unlocked the stranger’s door and then pushed inside, beginning to feel a steady thumping within her chest. An anxious, queasy chill occupied her belly, sharply contrasted by the hammering of her heart and the heat lining her wet loins, but she kept her shoulders level and her head raised as she entered the den of the lustful beast.

Slowly, she scanned the room from left-to-right and then back again. There was no ‘premier’ suite at the Aegis Inn, save perhaps the master bedroom of the former Master Driver. Each available booking was roughly the same in decor, save for those meant to house multiple guests. The layouts differed here and there as the Inn’s ad-hoc expansion necessitated. Only one bed. A dresser, a wardrobe. A writing desk. A private bathroom, of course. 

It begged the question why the girls hadn’t just swapped with guest rooms when they realized they needed some sound-proofed privacy. But that was with the benefit of hindsight. It was something Pneuma deemed they could afford when they decided to make the renovation.

There was a lot one could learn about a person through their room. Really, housekeeping was beneath Mythra’s pride– but she did like peeking in on the privacy of others. She appreciated the opportunity to be nosey without blame, and that was why she had never tried to pawn the duty off to Pneuma or Pyra. Even then, it would have been preferable to balancing the books and cooking. 

Rex’s bedroom was always a mess, for instance: a reflection of the immature, teenaged soul he was unlikely to ever mature out of. Bits and baubles and assorted memorabilia of his adventures littered both the floor and the shelves. Pyra’s bedroom was almost excessively tidy and neat, with every piece of furniture and wall decor being perfectly aligned with the others. Pneuma kept her sleeping area almost clinical, which made Mythra’s work there always quick and easy– but her hobby area was almost as chaotic as Mythra’s own. And Nia, well. Nia’s bedroom used to be luxurious and full of places to catnap. Now it was just a den of sex and sin, with Mythra frequently needing to scrub strange stains off the floor.

That was sort of what she expected out of the stranger’s bedroom, despite him spending his first night at the Aegis Inn in her bed. In private, without anyone else around, he was so intense about his lust and his position of power over Mythra– it primed her for semen stains on the sheet. Maybe on the walls, too. Some small part of her expected to see a used condom or two in the trash, or at least some sullied tissue papers. Perhaps a crusty sock slung over the bed’s headboard?

Nothing of the sort. It was tidy and neat, but not the too-tidy and too-neat that Mythra associated with Pyra. It barely looked like he had spent more than two or three hours there. … Probably because he hasn’t, she noted obliquely. Just enough time for him to unpack. She checked the wardrobe first and found some coats, some formalwear jackets. Some shoes. Nothing there screamed to her ‘hidden panties here’, so she moved on to the dresser. Rifling through the various pull-out compartments, she found plenty of evidence that supported his legitimate intent to stay for the long haul: no one packed so many socks or pieces of underwear on a vacation.

His underwear in particular garnered her attention for several long seconds. Not because Mythra expected to find a knotted-up piece of lacy black lingerie there, but because everything there had been in contact with his cock and balls at one point or another. Staring down at the fabric, she began wondering how he would look in each pair; how tight they would be, how much of a bulge they would form. How easy it would be to reach inside and take him out. Mythra hadn’t really seen what he was wearing beneath his clothing last night– and presumably, she would find last night’s pair in the hamper.

… What would it be like to… just put my face down there? And sniff them? Would they smell like him? Mythra cleared her throat and blinked hard. I’m not a teenage boy. I’m not doing that, she told herself, though she very much wanted to as she instead shoved the drawer shut. Next, she moved on to the writing desk. That would be safer than just jumping straight to the hamper– and a more likely hiding spot for her panties and wedding ring, besides. There, she pulled out the cabinet drawers along one side, finding both empty. Then she worked her way up to the desktop itself, which already sported a number of accouterments.

A few journals, the oldest well-loved and well-used. Some ink, a pen that seemed recently used. A jewelry box. A framed photograph. While the journals and the jewelry box seemed most promising to Mythra, her focus snapped to that photograph first, picking it up to take a closer look. Behind the clear glass was a picture of the stranger… along with a woman that Mythra could only assume to be his wife, from how happy they looked together. It was a rather casual photograph, all told, him standing with his arm around her, the Cloud Sea spanning endlessly behind them. The sun was setting, the sky shading from orange to purple.

A few years old, maybe? The stranger seemed a bit younger in it. Less scarred.

His wife was a beautiful woman. Statuesque. Wearing a dress. A few inches shorter than him, with tanned skin and well-tamed dark curls. The attire that she wore was flattering without being overly bold, following the contours of her body closely; just a long eyeball at the picture and Mythra figured she was probably as busty as the Aegis herself. Her painted lips were curved in a smile that bordered on both grin and smirk, and her eyes held a hint of wicked mirth to them, matching her husband’s expression. Clearly, the stranger and his woman were made for each other. It cut off at their waists.

So why is he here, ruining our marriage? Mythra’s fingers felt the glass on the other side of the frame, beneath the fold-out stand. She hesitated. Double-sided? She turned it over and stared down at the second picture. Yeah. That’s double-sided. It was, in a sense, the same picture as the one on the front side of the frame. But it began where the other photo cut off, spanning from their lower halves to their feet. 

They were notably less dressed. In fact, the stranger wore no pants whatsoever, though he wore boots. His wife had the skirt of her dress raised and pinned to a hip with one hand. The presence of two other people in the photograph kept it from being a complete full-frontal assault on her eyes: two naked people knelt before them, their backs to the camera. A woman was in front of the man, her curvature such that her breasts were visibly spilled out to either side; her hands were busily fucking her own cunt, while his hand held the back of her head tight, fingers curled into her platinum-pale locks. 

… Oh. She’s… sucking his cock? Mythra’s pussy nearly pulsated with jealousy. No. He’s face-fucking her, she realized, chewing at the inside of her lip. She looked next at the second kneeler, the one before the stranger’s wife. A man, obviously, in a similar state. Masturbating while the stranger’s wife kept his face pressed against her mound, her stance spread to give him decent access to his cunt. This… sort of thing isn’t a problem in his marriage, I guess. Her golden eyes took note of the elegant cursive handwriting in the top-left corner of the photograph. Love you forever. V

Mythra turned the frame around and tried to put it back where it was. Not important. This doesn’t have anything to do with my wedding ring. She breathed in hard, then reached for the box on the desk. Inside were a few items. An antique watch from the old world, still ticking, and a few more contemporary modern replicas. A bracelet. Couple of masculine rings, some earrings, and there– in the corner, a feminine wedding ring. Relief had Mythra’s shoulders sagging until realization had them growing tense once more.

It was not her ring. The diamond set in it was as big as she wanted hers to be, but Rex and his four wives were not able to afford four of those; smaller and lesser gemstones were all they could get. 

Mythra reached in and picked it up carefully, holding it up to the light. Its craftsmanship was simple, but all the more beautiful for it. A peek along the inner rim had an engraving: V & GR. His wife’s ring? I guess so. He must be a widower. A pang of pity disrupted the rapid beating of her heart, not that he deserved pity after the last twenty-four hours. Losing Rex… or even one of my sisters or Nia, that would kill me. She turned the ring around in her fingers, staring at it. Or maybe he’s just divorced and she tossed it in his face.

And then it was on her left ring finger. Mythra didn’t think about it: it just happened, and then she was extending her hand, fingers stretched out to admire how the band and expertly-cut rock upon it complemented her digit, green painted nail and all. The woman who once wore it was taller than her, larger, and it didn’t fit snug upon Mythra’s slim finger. And while it looked good on her hand, it distinctly did not belong there. If he let another woman put on MY ring, I’d kill him. After a moment, she took it off and dropped it back into the box, uncomfortable.

That left the journals. Mythra flicked through them quickly, just to see if he might have tried to do something sly with them. Hollowed-out pages, maybe, like in the spy novels that had been getting popular as of late. No dice there; she felt silly for suspecting it as a possibility. Although Mythra didn’t bother reading the oldest ones, she did take note of the writing. The writer alternated between pages, with every second page seeming to have similar writing to his wife’s message on the lurid photograph. They shared these? Mythra didn’t keep journals, but Pyra did– a very private thing for her eyes alone. It must have taken a lot of trust and intimacy for them to share .

There were sketches, too. Different men. Different women. She didn’t try to look too closely at them.

Mythra wet her lips with a flick of her tongue. She glanced over her shoulder at the room’s open door, then reached for the most recent of the journals– its original position on the desk suggested that the stranger had added to it last night. With a hint of worry in her belly, she started to flick through the pages in search of the most recent entry. The entire book was one writer, in a script more blocky and utilitarian than the cursive handwriting. His wife is gone, one way or another. The blonde Blade did not read the particulars of any entry on her way to destination; the sketches continued, rough but skilled renditions. Only women, unsurprisingly. Sometimes the same one, back-to-back.

When she reached what she was looking for, Mythra quickly covered the accompanying sketch with her hand. That wasn’t something she was ready to see. As her eyes ticked over what the stranger had written at the top of the page, she realized she wasn’t ready to see any of what was now laid before her. Yet curiosity, and her pussy’s nigh masochistic desire, pushed her to read what was clearly not intended for her eyes. 

MYTHRA AEGIS, THE AEGIS, WIFE OF REX

Immediately below the page’s title were a list of statistics. Her height, her bra size, her waist and hip measurements– each one a guess, if the question mark following each was any kind of indication. Each one was uncomfortably close for something that the stranger would have ultimately guessed at, going off what he saw in the dark and felt with his hands. A few of the accompanying notations were more objective in nature, like her hair color and eye color. The one that really caught her eye and held it was the most peculiar of them:

DIFFICULTY: ★☆☆☆☆

“Difficulty… one out of five stars?” Mythra whispered to herself. She could think of no more optimistic way to read what she was looking at. The anxious, queasy chill in her belly reversed course sharply. “He’s saying I’m easy ,” she realized, her blush deepening as a sneer overtook her lips. “Fuck you.” As she reached for the pen, she let her eyes skim a little further down the page.

TIME TO DISGRACE: Less than 1 hr~, not including prelude. New record. V would be proud.

“Fuck… you,” Mythra repeated irately, putting the pen’s nub to the journal’s page and beginning to correct his mistakes. It was much easier to lash out at him when he wasn’t around at all. She crossed out each of his guessed measurements and put them in correctly. He supposed she was 5’0, but was a few inches off. 4’9 wasn’t impressive, but Mythra figured she was close enough to 4’9 and a half that she could toss that ½ in as well. Her bra size was missing a D, and her waist was actually one inch below what he supposed it to be. When she hit DIFFICULTY, Mythra took great pleasure in her edit.

DIFFICULTY: ★★★★★

It was clear to her now what the journals were; they were records of conquest, of debauchery and misadventures at the expense of others. But Mythra was the Aegis, not some simple lay: if her infidelity was going to be recorded for future posterity, she would have known he was her most difficult lay. He probably had to work himself up for HOURS before actually doing anything, she stubbornly thought to herself, moving on to tackle the writing just a little further down.

TIME TO DISGRACE: Less than 1 hr~, not including prelude. New record. V would be proud.

TIME TO DISGRACE: Non-applicable, because Mythra isn’t disgraced. You’re a piece of shit.

That satisfied her a great deal. With a tense smile on her lips, Mythra continued to read down along the page. Right after the statistics began a recounting and review of what happened last night, all from his perspective. Reading it over did soften Mythra’s expression while making her squirm uncomfortably in her own skin; it began with the long conversations they had yesterday afternoon. Just as he suggested, Mythra had been a little too open in what she told him: she never outright said how poorly her marriage was going, but he had picked up on it. Apparently, once Mythra got ranting, her bitterness leaked through in passive-aggression.

What he wrote about the dinner was rather complimentary of her appearance, and referred the reader to the sketch on the opposing page. Mythra lifted her hand and gave it a tentative glance, pleased to find that unlike so many of the other drawings she had glimpsed, it was not her in the midst of something lewd or debasing. It was her seated at the dinner table, lips in a smile and cheeks blushing, eyes intrigued. There was no ignoring her pose, of course– leaned forward, shoulders tucked in, showing off a profound amount of cleavage in her fuck-me dress. But all in all, it was a flattering recreation.

Kind of want to tear this out and take it… Mythra then read the rest of what he said about their dinner, eyes narrowing: embarassing truths that she had already come to accept. That she was being a thirsty slut, and an immature one at that, quietly playing with her hair and staring at him whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. That she wasn’t pacing the rate at which she imbibed her wine, deliberately compromising her judgment to make what she was going to do that night easier on her conscience.

He mused over just walking her into her room and taking out his cock, but opted for a route that would give Mythra more autonomy in what happened– and make it much harder for her to lie about how it all played out. She skimmed through the rest of what he said about what happened on his lap and what he said about fucking her; she certainly didn’t want to read what he thought of her licking at his balls. The final paragraph just mentioned he took her to the shower, but didn’t touch on what he did with her panties or wedding ring.

There was more on the page, though. An assessment.

Potential: High. Natural slut. Masochist? 

Currently untapped. Completely neglected. Extremely inexperienced. 

Notables: Oral virgin. Anal virgin. Focus on her before the others. Go for dominos.

Mythra grabbed the pen again, frowning at the page. At least one thing there was completely off-base.

Notables: Oral virgin EXPERT. Anal virgin. Focus on her before the others. Go for dominos.

Not exactly true, but I’ve sucked dick before. You’re just a big stupid idiot with a big stupid dick, Mythra thought, putting the pen away, annoyed. She flipped the page just to see if there was anything else about her; while the rest of the journal seemed empty, the other side of the sketch page had another blush-worthy drawing of herself. Though her panties were present, it was of no help to her: it showed her after he finished with her the first time, legs splayed wide and infidelious cunt flowing freely with spunk, panties still in her mouth. She wet her lips and stared at the lines of cum that lined along her stomach and sternum, lacing her core crystal.

An immediate image flowed through her mind, as vivid as if her Foresight had returned: that position again, from his perspective. The core crystal beneath her heaving, sweaty breasts wasn’t just laced with cum. It was covered in it. Only a hint of the crystal beneath was showing, a place his cock’s splatter had missed. And there, Mythra’s core crystal was glowing pink without a hint of green.

It only lasted a moment, but a moment was enough for Mythra to sway and lose her balance. Just as she began to teeter, she managed to grab at the corner of the desk, gripping tight and finding herself panting, near to the point of hyperventilating. After a moment, the panic passed, leaving her tongue feeling dry and too-large in her mouth. I need to hurry up and get out of here, she thought as she slowly steadied, grimacing. This is… this is too much. What kind of twisted pervert does stuff like this? Mythra closed the journal and pushed it back towards the center of the desk, realizing something only as she took a step backwards.

Mythra stared at the closed book. I just left proof that I was digging through his stuff. … Fuck. Shit. And ripping the pages out or taking the journal will be just as obvious. But– he knows we do housekeeping. Right? He has to. And he left it out, so maybe– did he– was I supposed to find it? Is this all some trap? If it was, it was the perfect moment for him to tap her on the shoulder and reveal that he had snuck up on her. A slow glance behind herself alleviated her worries, but only just. Fuck it. It’s too late to take it back now. At least I called him an asshole.

She took another quiet step away from the desk, before a rash thought occurred to her. I could… do way more than call him an asshole, though. After a dart of her eyes towards the clock to see how much time had passed, Mythra stepped back up to the desk and swiped the pen again. Reopening to the sketch of her post-fuck bliss, she began to scribble hastily on the page opposite of it. Petty revenge was the only option she had available to herself, and while it felt like a bad idea, the gratification it offered was too much to turn down.

GYREX, THE ASSHOLE

Next, she added a masculine mirror of the statistics he attributed to her– each one less incorrect than the last. And that was saying something when the first thing she wrote was ERECT LENGTH: Four inches , when for all she knew he could have been three times that.

DIFFICULTY: ☆☆☆☆☆

TIME TO CUM: Two seconds. Pathetic. Load size is also paltry. Zero chance of impregnation. Loser.

Glancing back constantly at his summary of the previous night, Mythra gave her version of the events, one long parody that put her in complete control of herself and the situation. The stranger was made out to be far less than what he was; a bumbling virgin with an active imagination that Mythra simply took pity on. An easy mark for a bored housewife looking to do something while her husband was away. In her version, she didn’t cum repeatedly from his savage fucking; she didn’t cum once, and he blew his load within a minute of entering her cooch each time.  

Potential: Low. Quickshot. Small dick. No idea what he’s doing in bed.

Notables: Pretty sure I popped his cherry. Would not fuck again. 

“Yeah. Suck my dick, you bastard,” Mythra said to herself with a smile, putting the pen aside. With that done, sure to be found, she could turn her back to the journals without regret. She could focus on what she was actually hoping to find in his bedroom. Deep down, she knew it would make whatever happened later that night all the harsher for her– but she stifled those thoughts, unwilling to be the woman featured in his accurate account, let alone her farcical version of the evening. 

The stranger hadn’t bothered making it look like he slept in the bed, but she stripped it down all the same on the off chance he found some way to hide her missing ring and underwear there. No luck there, nor in the pillows or their casing; next she checked behind the bed’s headboard and then under it, only finding empty suitcases beneath the latter. She tossed it all in her housekeeping cart’s laundry bin, then grabbed his hamper to see what awaited her there. 

Yesterday’s clothing. None of hers, but… his were there, with a noticeable stain that could have only come from their combined juices overflowing in the midst of the act. It was tempting to steal a lick, a sniff, or even the pair itself, but she threw them in the hamper too. Fuck him. One-star difficulty my ass, she thought spitefully. Taking a step back, Mythra gave the room another survey, worrying at her bottom lip as she did so. Those were all the obvious places for him to tuck her stolen garment and precious jewelry; over the next few minutes she scrounged through the more unlikely hiding-holes without much luck, and then some downright baffling possibilities.

Nada.

That left one place it could be hidden, if he wasn’t keeping the soiled lady’s underthings on his person. Mythra grimaced, then stepped into the washroom, closing the door behind herself out of habit. The guest washrooms were not as luxurious as the ones added to each of their rooms, but they were sizable enough and held everything most guests would want, including a personal shower. Its foggy glass and visible wicks of moisture suggested the stranger had taken a shower after leaving Mythra to hers.

She decided to check there first. Just in case. Her sneakers squeaked on the damp tiles underfoot; a quick perusal revealed nothing more interesting than his preferred brand of shampoo– something with a masculine, woodsy smell. That was a noticeable step up from Rex, whose hair always smelled like whatever shampoo of the wife who had him last. Always Nia’s, these days. Mythra shrugged to herself and started to step out of the stall.

The washroom’s door creaking open made Mythra freeze up with one foot inside the stall, and the other out. “Am I interrupting you?” the stranger asked before he was visible, though he did not wait for Mythra to respond, continuing to push it open.

She wasn’t just caught. She was cornered twice-over, in a small room within a slightly-larger room. “Yes, I’m on the toilet, so don’t come in,” she quickly sputtered out, the first thing to come to mind. And so clever, too! There was no way the crude-yet-polite man would walk in on her taking care of nature’s call. It would surely buy her a bit of time! Unless he didn’t give a fuck one way or another, of course, but there was no way he’d just barge in. He used to be married, he had to know better than that–

“Oh, so you’ve pulled down your skirt and underwear already? That’s delightful,” he asked with a hint of leisurely interest. And then the stranger was stepping through, closing the door behind himself and looking Mythra over with a slanted head. As he locked the door behind himself, he asked with a dry hint of mockery, “You tinkle in the shower?”

“Of course not! So shut up, you pervert!” Mythra shot back at him, her off-and-on flush of arousal growing so much stronger with the humiliation of being caught in a lie. “What if I really was on the toilet?!” she demanded of him. It was a challenge, a dare, and one he thought nothing of facing down. A few long strides of his legs took him to the shower stall’s entrance before Mythra could think to slip away from it, and she found herself backpedaling into the stall. “A-anyway, I’m done in here, so–”

“If you were really on the toilet, I would have apologized and given you a moment to finish and tidy up,” the stranger said as he pushed the shower’s door shut behind himself. “But even if you were, I would have seen you through the door’s crack. That’s just the way the angles work. Don’t get me wrong, though,” he told her, smiling slightly. “It was quick thinking. Most people would have fallen for it. But I’ve never been a part of ‘most people’.” He took another step forward.

Mythra took another step back, but there wasn’t any more room she could put between them. Her ass pushed her skirt against the still-damp wall of the stall first, and when he took a slighter step towards her, Mythra’s shoulder blades made contact too. A quick glance to either side, and she knew there wasn’t going to be space to wriggle around him if he wanted to keep her there: the recessed, shelf-bearing walls of the shower stall would be far more uncomfortable to be against, anyway. “Well, whatever,” she said, feeling not half as brave as she sounded. “I’m just doing the housekeeping.” Her golden eyes glared up at him. “And I have other guests to get to. Get out of my way.”

The stranger’s palm slapped against the shower wall over her head and to the side, supporting his weight as he leaned over Mythra. “No, because I’m the only guest here. And after seeing Pneuma’s records, I know I’m the only guest to be here in weeks.”

“T-that includes my sisters and Nia,” Mythra shot back.

“Fair enough,” he allowed, with a thoughtful glance to the ceiling. Even with her vastly reduced capabilities, he was wide open for Mythra if she wanted to go through him. While she was more suited for swordplay, she knew how to strike with her body too. A quick punch to his wide-open gut or jaw, or a knee to his groin, and she could easily dip out. With the sound-proofing, no one would hear his yelp if she went with the latter.

But it’d be playing with fire, seeing how he still had proof of her infidelity. And… his balls are kind of…

Before Mythra could find out where that thought was going, he looked back down, his half-smirking smile growing. “Since you’ve been going through my things, I don’t know that I care that much. What if you were trying to abscond with something that doesn’t belong to you?” he wondered, his other hand rising and presumptively going to the blonde Blade’s jaw. “Maybe even something that did belong to you, but you willingly gave to me,” he added. “Normally, I wouldn’t suspect a maid of larceny–”

“Fuck you. I’m not a maid,” Mythra interrupted tersely. She half-expected him to slap her on the spot, but he simply stroked his thumb along her cheekbone. When Mythra tried to look away from him, he gently urged her to meet his gaze once more, and she reluctantly did. Though invasive, his touch didn’t send chills down her spine; it sent fire to her cunt and made her hips want to squirm.

“If you’ve forgotten, you’re whatever I want you to be, whenever I want you to be it,” the stranger replied lightly. “You’re not broken in, yet, so something like this is to be expected.” He considered her for a moment, then allowed his fingers to start trailing down from her face. As if to reinforce his words, he took brief hold of her throat, and Mythra made no effort to stop him from giving the vulnerable area a squeeze, lending credence to his possessiveness. She could feel her pulse racing beneath his fingers. “You know, I was going to take it easy on you today. A grace period, of sorts. A chance for you to mull things over and accept what you already know to be true.”

Did he see the journal? I bet he’d be angrier if he saw the journal. “And what’s that?” Mythra muttered, the threatened growl in her voice hardly enough to cow the larger man when he could begin choking her at any moment. The stranger did not answer. Not with his mouth, at least. Though Mythra’s cheeks were burning a fiery red with unhappy shame, she could not bring herself to look away from his eyes now. He’d just grab my chin and make me, anyway, she told herself– but she denied herself the opportunity to resist him. To make it harder for him to get what he wanted from her.

Even so, the ire in her eyes waned as his hand released her throat and began trailing down. His answer came in the form of his touch, his grip transitioning to one fingertip dragging down the center of Mythra’s chest. It passed over her collarbone without incident, continuing on a sure and steady path towards the border of her tank-top’s neckline, cut high above where her bosom began its fantastic curvature. Had it not hugged her body so tightly, it might have even amounted to some degree of modest attire.

Mythra swallowed faintly. Her even breathing deepened, and its pace grew disrupted, uneven, spurred into chaos by her unrelenting desire. It’s happening again. He’s going… to use me again, isn’t he? With each progressive inch of her skin that his finger claimed, Mythra could feel her eyes begin to lid. He’s going to fuck me again. She had never settled on whether or not last night and then what happened this morning counted as one fuck or two fucks. More, if they went by his orgasms– four at least. If they went by her count, well, Mythra had no idea how many fucks that would be. Too many. Three separate incidents in less than twenty-four hours, at least. Three too many.

Her golden eyes never fully closed, and she felt as though she were sinking into his blue gaze. Will he do it the same way? Drag me to the bed by my hair, hold me down and fuck me until I can’t think of anything but his dick? As Mythra wondered, his finger hooked beneath her tank-top and tugged at it lightly. And as if it were a beckon, Mythra swayed towards him, unable to deny the call she imagined. Before she could close the rest of the distance between their bodies, however, his finger lifted and his palm pressed just as against her chest, above her breasts, against her core crystal. Without qualm, she flattened her back against the damp shower wall.

Seconds passed with them posed as such, and as Mythra’s marriage drowned in the icy depths of his eyes, she came to a belated realization. He wouldn’t have closed the shower stall’s door behind himself, or the washroom’s door even– not if he wanted to repeat last night. Alone, his body was enough to keep her in the tiny room within a room as long as he wanted her there. It’s going to be here. He’s going to do what he didn’t this morning. He’s going… to fuck me in the shower in the next few minutes. The swell of Mythra’s bottom lip briefly disappeared into her mouth, dragged by a short bite that soon released it.

The seconds continued to tick on by in relative silence, the only audible sound being Mythra’s heavy, lustful breaths. Her imagination took what it had settled on and ran with it. He’s not going to bother taking all my clothes off, like before. It’ll just… be against the wall, like this. Pulling my hair. Wrecking my pussy with his big cock. Making me scream, where no one in the house can hear it. And he’ll probably run the water at the same time… fucking me in wet clothes. There’s no way I’ll be able to make it back to my bedroom to change without someone else seeing me. Not unless he helps me.

His hand finally began to move again, and Mythra took in a slow, excited breath. She told herself that those were all suppositions, things that she was afraid he would do to her. But it was all a veneer, something she told herself to keep herself calm and protect herself from the more naked truth. Mythra was hoping he would do those things, and she hoped he would explore some of the possible alternatives. A little hair-pulling would be divine, but the cool, flat tile of the shower’s wall… He’s going to flatten me against this. Crush my breasts against it. Pin my cheek against it. It’s not going to be comfortable. Or… or maybe the glass? The glass part of the stall would fog up once the hot water started steaming it up. Mythra had no idea how opaque it would be from the other side, but she could imagine Pyra realizing the housekeeping was not yet done, searching room-by-room for Mythra in a tiff.

She could imagine Pyra discovering her infidelity, and it was as easy to imagine the stranger engineering this very situation for that purpose. Parts of Mythra tensed with anticipation of where his hand would go next– her twat most of all, but her belly and shoulders too. He was about to start playing with her tits; his hand dragged to the left side of her chest, and from there it would surely go down .

And down it did go, but not far enough for Mythra’s liking. She stirred with lewd anxiety, waiting for a grope that never came until something more factual clicked in her head than her hopes disguised as worries. He’s… feeling my heart beat, isn’t he? … While he waits for me to say what he wants to hear. ‘A chance for you to mull things over… a chance for you to accept what you already know to be true’. And I asked what that was. Mythra closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, speaking the answer without thought once it came to her. “Your slut. That’s what I am.” That’s… what I agreed to be. When I begged you to make me cum– no, when you tricked me into begging you.

She had to keep up that veneer, that mask, that self-lie.

“That’s a good girl,” the stranger praised softly, and Mythra’s cunt clenched fiercely. The corners of her lips twitched upward faintly, wanting to smile. “My slut. Before everything else, that’s what you are until I leave… and if I leave , I take the money that will save your failing business,” he told Mythra, leaning in and down until their faces were aligned, almost brow to brow and nose to nose. The blonde Blade closed her eyes again, swallowing the lump of worry– excitement –that lurched up in her throat. “That’s what I meant last night. If you play the part of a good little slut and keep putting out on demand, I’ll make sure the Aegis Inn pulls out of this slump and prospers. Rex will never know it, but you’ll be what saves the family and keeps it together,” he promised her. “Do you understand?”

“... blackmail,” Mythra whispered, hips squirming in place; her body could not decide if it wanted to part its thighs or press them tight together. Open them and give ease of access to what laid beneath her skirt, or close them to try and appease her puss with what pressure the squeeze would grant them. “I understand you’re blackmailing me, asshole,” she replied, the last word tossed on top of its softer-spoken predecessors. The anger in it was an unwieldy thing; another attempt to cover up the truth.

“That’s one way you can look at it,” the stranger shamelessly told Mythra, without an ounce of hesitation or regret in his voice. She had to wonder how often he leaned on such tactics to get what he wanted, given the extensive record of his affairs. They hardly seemed necessary.

“Did… you and Pneuma come to an agreement?” Mythra asked, daring to open her eyes to slits. He’s too close to my face… he’s too handsome to be this close to my face. They closed before his answer. She asked about him and Pneuma, but the decision would come down to Rex, ultimately. It sounded like it would be pretty open and shut, though– something Pneuma wouldn’t take issue with, and that Rex wouldn’t need ample convincing for.

“Your husband and sister have a contract to review. They’ll give me their decision tomorrow,” the stranger replied with a faint smile and a confident cast to his eyes, already sure of the answer he would be receiving. “Now, would you like a reward for being a good little slut, Mythra?”

Nothing is signed yet, so nothing is certain– but there’s no way Pneuma turns down a big investor planning to dump money into all of Leftheria. He knows that. I know that. So… I just… keep going along with this. It felt like something had slipped her mind, but with him there, practically on top of her without witnesses or a chance to be overheard… “Yes,” Mythra whispered, her expectations set and tapered by their previous infidelities. The ‘reward’ was probably going to be what she feared (what she hoped for), getting slammed against the shower’s wall– maybe with some rough prelude. A slap to her cheek, or to her tit. She knew she would even appreciate a clap on her cunt, or a new round of spankings.

He undermined all of that and left Mythra deeply unsettled when he instead kissed her. It wasn’t even a rough kiss: at first, Mythra didn’t realize what she was feeling was his lips against hers, gentle yet self-assured. They moved in ways that felt foreign to the blonde Blade; kisses with Rex were lame things that dragged on if the girls ever tried to heat them up. The lewd dance towards open mouths was not actually foreign to Mythra, though. Before she ever kissed Rex on the lips, she had wrestled tongues with Nia. 

Therein laid the difference: Nia had soft, loving lips, generous and bowed. His were thinner, but no less inviting for it. We shouldn’t be doing this, Mythra thought, a feeling like cold steel piercing her guts. A kiss meant less than allowing him to fuck her. It certainly didn’t have the potential consequences of him inseminating her womb, and yet the implicit intimacy of the act felt like beginning the betrayal of her marriage all over again. Fucking was a private thing, but kissing was the moment a marriage became official, in her eyes, practically public with all the watching eyes. We’re not– this is for real lovers, not for… for a slut and her… her master? He’s my master and this is all so FUCKED UP, and–

And it wasn't enough to stop Mythra from beginning to match his movements and mold her lips to his. Despite the difference between kissing him and Nia, Mythra’s experience proved relevant. She fell into the illicit act without any difficulty whatsoever, even losing herself in the moment as it carried on. The stranger sought for her married mouth to open, and she willingly parted them. 

One of her hands finally stirred and left the wall behind her, reaching out to grip a fistful of his crisp white shirt. In turn, the hand he had over her heart abandoned it, going elsewhere. Mythra moaned faintly into the kiss as he caressed her hair, pulling her long ponytail over one shoulder and letting it hang along her front. Her other hand joined its sister, finding another fistful of his shirt. Once her hair was where he wanted it to be, the stranger’s fingers graced the side of her waist and trailed down towards her hip.

It wasn’t at all what Mythra had feared he would do to her– what she refused to acknowledge was hope . All the same, it was gratifying. Almost empowering, in a way. Every other time and way he had her, it was always what he wanted her to do. What he let her do. What he made her do. Even when she gave his balls a tongue-bath, it was just him letting her prove her ineptitude and lack of experience. Mouth-to-mouth, though, he was allowing her autonomy. He was kissing her like he cared.

And he didn’t react adversely to Mythra falling into old habits. When it came to sleeping with Nia, Mythra had made the first move, and that initiative carried into all their nighttime sapphic liaisons. Though the blonde Blade was presently wearing a short skirt, she historically wore pants when it came to bedding down with Nia. Before the stranger’s taunting tongue could push along Mythra’s to tease into her mouth, she deepened the kiss. Even more gratifying than being able to just kiss back was the grunt and stiffening of surprise that prompted of the stranger; and that was even better than the satisfaction of vandalizing his journals.

For what felt like long minutes but could only have been half of one, the stranger allowed Mythra to pin and toy with his tongue. She relished the power he relinquished unto her, pushing it further. Her hands released his shirt and glided up and over his shoulders, clawing into the back of his neck and pulling him closer to her. A little part of Mythra expected the roughness to kick in right then and there, really– for him to grab her ponytail or drop another round of abuse on her bruised bottom.

Instead, once the moment passed, the stranger began to push and fight back on equal terms. It would have been simple for him to just rip the initiative of the kiss away from Mythra in whatever way he pleased, and yet he chose the path of most resistance. The path that only came to an end once Mythra ceded the no-husband’s-land between their mouths to him and all but welcomed him into her mouth. Her fighting retreat lasted only seconds before Mythra’s invading tongue routed; despite her opportunity to make him work for it, she simply wanted him too much to keep up the pretense.

As the aggressive turn of his kiss pinned the back of her head to the shower’s wall, Mythra’s thighs finally made their decision. They squeezed tight in a desperate drive to quell her now-rioting pussy as its inner walls repeatedly tightened and released. It was hardly the stimulation that the former Master Blade’s true core wanted, but it was all that she could offer it– she dared not release the clutch she had on the back of the stranger’s neck, certain that it would end their kiss.

Of all the ways he had violated her, this was the most loathsome to Mythra, the one that spat on her marriage the most and stomped on it spitefully. Can’t… get enough of this asshole. Damn it. He’s good. I needed this as much as I needed his dick, she thought dreamily. And that will be coming soon enough. I bet… he’s not going to turn me over, he’s just going to hike up my leg. He’s going to fuck me with my back against the wall. And there’s still time for him to turn on the water…!

Just as she hoped, his hand left her hip, boldly crossing over and down along her skirt until it was at its hem. With the same sureness, he groped her inner thigh and dragged his hand up until his knuckles brushed against the sodden crotch of her thong. As if she possessed no willpower whatsoever, Mythra’s squeezing thighs parted way for him, welcoming his touch to her clothed cunt. Every bit of her focus honed in on the sensation of him shifting his hand, dragging it up along her unrepentant gash, nearing her clit.

There, it stopped.

There, the kiss ended.

There, as Mythra panted breathlessly and inelegantly shoved her hips to rub her disgraceful hole against his hand, he whispered words that sent real despair into the blonde Blade’s deepest depths. “You’ve had your reward. Don’t be a greedy bitch, Mythra. It’s unbecoming of someone with your proud legacy and long list of accomplishments.”

The stranger may as well have ordered her: “Please,” she whimpered raggedly, continuing to chase his fingers until they pulled out from under her skirt altogether. He calmly wiped them to some semblance of dry against her skirt, leaving a dark gleam on the fabric. “I want to cum. Please make me cum again,” Mythra begged, embracing being a greedy bitch for all it would entail. “I… I want your dick again.”

“No,” he told her without pity or remorse. “You’ll get my dick when I decide to use you… and that’s going to be tonight, just as I’ve already told you,” he said. Mythra opened her eyes, a frustrated gleam of tears leaving her golden gaze watery; shame and agitation alike flushed her cheeks, borne both of humiliation and frustration over being so easily frustrated in the first place. The fingers that could have gotten her off lifted, and Mythra parted her lips in anticipation of them entering her mouth: a consolation prize.

They ignored the opening entirely, going instead to give her cheek a gentle stroke, and then a condescending pat-pat. “You’re so very pretty when you pout,” the stranger told her with a glimmer of sardonic amusement. Simple as the praise was, Mythra’s pussy reacted with the same lust every other compliment evoked out of her. Her thighs squeezed tight again, in a hopeless effort to placate. “For the rest of the day, you’ll pretend that none of this has happened. You’ll leave me alone, and I’ll leave you alone… until everyone else in the house is fast asleep,” he murmured. “Then you’ll come to me. I want you to be naked, only wearing a pair of heels and jewelry. Clean. Freshly made-up.”

“Don’t make me wait,” Mythra pleaded one last time.

“You’ll wait,” he told her, his voice welcoming no argument. “And you’ll wait like the obedient whore I know you can be, you greedy little slut.” Each degradation just added to the trembles running throughout Mythra’s pussy, all her pride pushed well out of the way. “You won’t try to get off without me. If you do, I’ll know,” he promised her. “I’ll still make you cum tonight, but come morning, I’ll leave you and your family to suffer your impending financial ruin. And all you’ll have to show for it is a few creampies, a sore ass and the knowledge that you’re a cheating bitch who doesn’t really love her husband.” A pause, and then he asked in a lower voice, “Do you understand?”

Mythra closed her eyes, and her shoulders almost seemed to mirror her thighs– tight and trembling, trying to contain an emotion far stronger than she was in her horny distraught. “Fuck you, asshole,” she whispered, her voice as tremulous as the rest of her.

“Do you understand?” he repeated, calm and unaffected, though his thumb was giving soothing strokes along her cheek again.

“... yes,” Mythra replied after a soft swallow, unable to keep herself from slanting her head and pressing back against the touch, almost nuzzling him. “I understand.”

“Then repeat it back to me.”

Mythra kept her eyes shut. “No masturbating, or… you pull out of everything,” she mumbled. It was an excessive requirement, really, from her perspective– he didn’t know how impossible it felt to cum when she started playing with her pussy that morning.

“Except you when I make you cum,” the stranger clarified with a little bit of humor. “The first and last time I cum tonight will be inside you.” 

Mythra ignored his comment; it was a goad, a taunt, an attempt to trip her up. Given the fact that her hands fell away from him and curled into fists at her sides, it was clear that it had worked. “And I’m going to your room tonight, when everyone else is asleep. Clean. Made-up. Only wearing heels,” she told him stiffly.

“With all your underwear in a bag,” the stranger said, and Mythra slowly opened her eyes to stare at him. “All of it,” he repeated. “Bras, panties. Whatever.”

“Why?” Mythra asked. The answer to that genuinely worried her. It was not the gloss-over sort of worry that allowed her to cling on to the idea she wasn’t a willing participant to this strange arrangement. All the reasons he’d want all of her underwear were uncomfortable; in spite of seeming small to the male eye, each cost a pretty penny. And for women as well-endowed as Mythra and her sisters? It was actually hard to get a bra that fit properly. Most stores wouldn’t stock them, and they sure as hell didn’t go on sale.

He said nothing. Mythra set her jaw for a moment, but decided to pick and choose her battles. We’ll talk it through once I know what he wants to do with them. Hopefully. “I’ll bring all my underwear with me to your room,” she acquiesced unhappily.

“Good,” he said, stepping away from Mythra. “Two more things. First, take off your underwear right now and give them to me. You’ll go commando throughout the day,” he told her. “Don’t try to sneak anything on when you go back to your room. With how clingy that top is, it’ll be obvious if you have a bra on,” he added with a glance at her sizable chest. “And while we’ll be pretending none of this has happened… I will check for panties,” he warned with a dry smile.

“I’m going to be dripping all over the place,” Mythra told him after a short silence, half shocked by the suggestion. She took a quarter-step away from the wall, her shoulders finally slumping as her body accepted the miserable truth: she was not going to get fucked in the shower, not even with the shower off. “And everyone is going to know.”

“You’re a smart slut, not a stupid slut,” he said with a careless shrug. “Figure out a way to play it off. It’s your problem, not mine.” He lifted a hand and snapped his fingers, urging her on but hardly urgent himself.

“... didn’t say I wouldn’t do it, asshole. Just pointing out the obvious,” Mythra muttered, chewing at her bottom lip after receiving his peculiar praise. It felt good; it also gave her cunt false hope that he would, in fact, be fucking her shortly. When he didn’t reverse course, the busty blonde Blade sighed and got down to business, peeling her tank-top up over her head. Her sports bra had to come off in a similar way, and her profound tits gave a flesh-jiggling drop once they were let free from their containment, spilling out. Even if the rest of her body language wasn’t screaming ‘just fuck me already’, that paired with the stiffness of her erect nipples made her uncomfortable levels of arousal clear.

Mythra paused right thereafter, tank-top dangling, bra still stretched between her raised hands. She snuck a glance at the stranger, hoping to catch him ogling her– something she could turn around on him, perhaps, and get herself railed ahead of schedule. He did nothing beyond reach out, leaving his palm up and waiting for her deposit. With an annoyed snort, she dropped her bra on his hand and tugged her tank-top back on. 

The tight-fitting tank-top was thin enough that it had already been showing hints of her flesh’s color beneath it, along with the hue of her bra. Mythra glanced down at herself and grimaced once its hem skirted along her skirt. Without that extra layer of fabric padding them down, both her breasts were on clear display. Her hard nipples were damning in and of themselves; for the rest of the day, she’d be fighting the urge to cover up with her hands every time she encountered someone.

And her hands were far, far too small to contain her tits. Full stop.

“Pyra will actually go to war with me over this,” Mythra warned the stranger as she moved on. Her thong was easier to shed, and didn’t necessitate her flashing him in the process. All she had to do was squat, reach up, and start pulling as she stood back up straight. He didn’t demand more of a show than that, hand extending once more as Mythra lifted a foot to step out of them entirely. Immediately, her dripping twat felt the draft.

He took the thong, neatly balling them up in the sports bra and tucking them away. Watching his hands, Mythra again got the sense that she had forgotten something. Her brows pinched as she tried to remember what it could be, but he distracted her with words before she could make any conclusions. “Alright. If you can’t think of any other option to get out of it, you can put your underwear back on,” the stranger decided with a shrug. “But I’ll have to punish you for failing.”

“... Thanks,” Mythra said softly, far from unappreciative. Feeling naked despite her remaining layer, she shifted on her shoes, one hand clasping the other arm’s elbow uncomfortably. “You said two more things?”

“I did. See? You’re a smart slut,” the stranger said with an amused smile, and with red cheeks Mythra returned it before she realized what she was doing. “If your husband tries to fuck you today, let him. If he so much as looks at you, I want you to look back. Spell it out for him, if you have to.”

Both the color and the gratitude drained out of Mythra’s face. By the time the stranger finished speaking, she was both pale and wide-eyed, sputtering out in disbelief, “What the fuck, you want me to fuck Rex?” After everything that had happened over the last day, that was the last thing that she wanted to do. It’d be nothing short of fucked up; a low well below kissing thank-you to the stranger’s balls. And most poignantly, Mythra knew it just wouldn’t be good as what would happen to her that night.

“If he wants to fuck you, yes. In whatever way or hole he wants it,” the stranger told Mythra, his smile growing at her reaction. “You deserve an opportunity to warm up and get some practice in before I put you through the paces,” he said. A jumble of strangled noises meant to be words poured out of Mythra, but he ignored them all, stepping to the side and pushing open the stall’s door. “Now go finish your work in my room and get out of here.” Unlike the other points, he didn’t wait for her to speak it back to him.

“... he’s my husband, I’d be fucking him anyway,” Mythra finally mumbled, her voice weak. Her first step forward was a stumble. She caught herself and took a second to steady herself, moving stiffly and trying to keep her movements minimal: anything to avoid a wardrobe malfunction or adding extra emphasis to what was now left untamed. The asshole stranger said nothing as she brushed past him; she fumbled daftly at the washroom door’s knob before thinking to unlock it.

Though reeling, Mythra’s body was still longing for him, hoping he would change his mind. Maybe he would lunge out to grab her hair and drag her back into the shower, or come up behind her and shove her face down on the bed to do his dirty deed with her submissive holes. As she was halfway through his suite, he said one word that stopped her in her tracks, blood quickly rushing back to her face. Her cunt hadn’t calmed at all, still ready for him. “Mythra.”

“... Yeah?” Mythra asked, glancing over her shoulder with a shiver of excitement. One of her hands started reaching for the hem of her skirt, ready to flip it up, not even thinking to notice the open door that led into the hallway.

“You can leave the stockings on. Wear a pair tonight, and bring all the rest with you too. And close that door behind you, I’m feeling another shower.”

“... Yeah, okay,” Mythra said listlessly, her shoulders sagging as denial turned to acceptance. He was not going to change his mind, and unless Rex decided to dick her down, she just wasn’t going to get fucked until tonight. If anyone else had been toying with her like he was, she would have made sure to slam the door, a deliberate snub at the asshole.

For the stranger who was destroying her marriage, Mythra closed it gently. Despite her earlier claims to the contrary, the blonde Blade finished up her maid's busywork in his room before shuffling out into the hall altogether. The home she once felt safe in now felt like a mine-laced warzone, and worst of all, she remembered what she had been doing prior to his appearance. Still have no idea what he did with my wedding ring. Shit, shit, SHIT.

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And a moment after Mythra closed the door to the stranger’s rented room behind herself, she regretted it. Not because she didn’t succeed in recovering the physical evidence of her infidelity. Not because she failed to get him to fuck her on the spot in degrading fashion, either. Though, both were keen regrets, one more so than the other. Getting pushed up against the wall and having fuck her senseless would have been more of a relief than having her wedding ring back on her finger.

Her immediate inclination was to sink back against the door, slump down to the floor and take a moment to try and get her head on straight– to ensure her horniness and his denial didn’t lead to her doing something stupid. How she was going to do that, she couldn’t say, but she pictured it being something along the lines of ‘bury her face against her knees and scream against her skin’. Although her shoulders thumped on the door, Mythra did not have the time to drop down. 

There was someone standing by the housekeeping cart already, and she couldn’t very well scream in front of any of her family members: they would want to know what was wrong. The person in question did not look away from what had stolen their focus, showing no reaction to Mythra’s arrival– or to the fearful quiver that quaked across her lips. This could be worse, but ohmyfucking FUCK this is bad. What… What the hell do I do? I could sneak down the hall–

Were the person standing at the cart Rex, that would have been a great option. He could be daft and imperceptive at the best of times. The worst of times, too. Alas, it was not Rex standing there. Were it Pyra or Pneuma, Mythra knew she would have immediately been chided or teased over the obvious loss of her bra. Either option would have been preferable to the person who induced Mythra’s new fright– their noses wouldn’t have led them to the cart. 

They wouldn’t have dug through the laundry to find Mythra’s bedsheets. And if they had , they wouldn’t have pulled it out to investigate it so thoroughly, alternating sniffing with licking curiously at the stained surface. It was Nia, and Nia showed no shame at indulging her curiosity… or her other hunger. As Mythra watched with wide golden eyes, the petite fuck-kitten dragged her gently-textured tongue across a drying spill of sperm, expression dreamy with contentment. Her other hand had already ventured down between her thighs. A press of her forearm kept the hem of the men’s long-sleeve shirt she had been sleeping in against her abdomen, fully baring her inflamed twat to her fingers.

Nia, the woman she cared for the most, was unwittingly tasting the proof of Mythra breaking her marriage vows. Only one thing kept her from spiraling into a full-on panic attack: it was not the first time that Mythra had found Nia lapping at stained bedsheets. 

Far from it, in fact. 

Over the last six months, she had even caught Nia in more ribald acts– sucking on cum-soiled fabrics with a blissful look on her face, or trying to stuff them into her cunt. Her insatiable desire for cum had made Nia care not one whit where she got her next hit of spunk. It didn’t matter if it was fresh or hours old. As of late, with the lack of guests, she had only pilfered her and Rex’s laundry out for sampling– but before, she had absolutely tasted the seed of strangers.

I can’t run away. Pyra or Pneuma might come by and realize they’re my sheets, not Nia’s or Rex’s. … There’s no way Nia knows that, though. She doesn’t think straight when she’s like this. It could be so much worse. That didn’t lessen Mythra’s mortification, or slow the trickle of runaway arousal running down along her inner thigh. Mythra sucked in a breath to calm herself, then cleared her throat loudly. Nia reacted, but only with a twitch of her feline ears and a flick of her tail, still absorbed in trying to do the impossible: putting an end to her heat. If Rex hadn’t been able to do it with his cock, how could she ever hope to do it with her fingers and aged cum?

Mythra hesitated, watching Nia for a few more moments. … I can think of one cock that would do the trick, she thought to herself, one that was very close indeed. The ramifications of the treacherous thought sunk into her a moment later, and the blonde Blade grimaced, shaking her head and shoving off the door entirely. No. Fuck. Even– even then, he wouldn’t want to fuck Nia, she told herself. If he wasn’t willing to fuck ME minutes ago, there’s no way he’d stick his cock in Nia to cure her. I’m way more fuckable.

And– we’re married. You’re being an idiot, Mythra. The glint of the tiny diamond on Nia’s self-spelunking left ring finger gleamed at that moment. A trick of the light streaming in through a nearby window, but still a heart-panging reminder of Mythra’s missing ring. “Nia, you’re doing it again,” she said quietly, slowly approaching the rabid sex kitten’s side with raising hands and flat palms; for all the love and jealousy she bore towards her sister-wife, she needed to be treated like a wild animal at the height of her unending heat.

Nia’s ears pricked, the fur on them raising slowly but surely. Parts of her became dangerously still, like a feline thrice her size priming itself to turn its attention from its captured prey to approaching competition. Her eye flicked to the corner, almost fixated on Mythra. The pupil was dilated to an extreme, very little of her amber iris showing. While her neck no longer moved, her tongue kept rubbing over the sex stains on the sheet, showing no sign of stopping despite her newfound awareness of the other woman– territorial to a fault.

“Nia, you need to put that back in the laundry bin and go find Rex,” Mythra whispered, stopping an arm’s length from the sex kitten. Although Mythra had more lean toning across her body than Nia and she certainly had more padding across her backside and chest, they were about the same height and size. It wasn’t like there was much Mythra could do to swell her size and present herself as an intimidating figure; though she kept her calm, she was acutely aware of the way Nia was eye-murdering her.

“Not gonna stop,” Nia hissed back quietly at her, tail raising with a further heightening of her hackles. “Don’t… wanna talk. Go away,” she said, each word all too familiar to Mythra. Each one harkened back to the first night they spent together all those years ago, the night after Malos’ defeat and the final goodbye of the Architect. Nia hadn’t wanted to talk to her then, either, too hurt by the belief that Mythra, Pyra and Rex were about to abandon her. “It’s so… so virile, shite,” she panted out thereafter. Mythra ignored it. “How come it isn’t in me? I need it in me, I need it, where’s the fuckin’ fuck that can fucking fuck it into me–”

Back then, persistence and a willingness to put mouth where she claimed her affections to be had gotten through to Nia. Maybe… Mythra wet her lips with a flick of her tongue and took another step towards Nia. Maybe it will work again. Already, she could feel her mouth begin to salivate. … Or maybe I just want to try and taste it the way she’s tasting it, Mythra noted, her pussy too fired-up to take heed of the grim realization. “You need… to go… find… Rex,” she repeated slowly. 

One more half-step, and then Nia closed her eyes to swallow and savor what was on her tongue. Sensing her opportunity, Mythra lunged for her. She had lost the strength she formerly possessed as a Blade, but she was still agile, nimble, and the taste Nia was going crazy over had distracted her. Her hands went straight for the bedsheets, ripping them away and hastily stuffing them back into the laundry bin in one motion.

Nia did not like that at all. A hissing yowl jumped out of her throat, sounding like it belonged to a very different animal, and then she was pouncing Mythra, eyes full of wild and lurid fury. Her hands grabbed and slashed at Mythra’s thin tank top, which would have been perfectly fine by the blonde Blade if it was a level-headed Nia doing it: that version of her favorite sex kitten knew how dangerous her claws could be and was careful with them. Driven by thoughtless desire and anger over having ambrosia ripped from her fingers, however, she used them without restraint, ripping and tearing at the white fabric.

They shouldn’t have been half as long or even a quarter as long as they were. Since Rex was the only one that could calm Nia, it was on him to make sure she kept her claws short, and evidently their shared husband hadn’t made time for it recently. Mythra let out a sharp yelp of her own as one of the claws scored blood along her side, but she still possessed a fighter’s ingrained instincts outside the bedroom. As they fell to the floor, Mythra twisted her body so they both hit their sides rather than her backside cushioning both their falls. Rather than defend herself, her own hands grappled for control and leverage over Nia, rolling to get the leaner woman beneath her.

Throughout, Nia continued to shred at her top and skin. Not every rake of her claws drew blood; perhaps she was holding back unconsciously. Mythra didn’t manage to get her to stop with her hands, but she had a plan and she was sticking with it: with adrenaline pounding through her veins, she abandoned the grapple to seize Nia’s face by the jaw and then dived down to snog her sister-wife. Not the way that she used to, though. 

Mythra and Nia’s lovemaking was always gentle, always soft. Any roughness the blonde Blade showed her former bottom was a brief flash in the pan, and playful in nature. Mythra kissed Nia like the stranger had kissed her– the way he kissed her after letting her have some autonomy and control. It was quite unlike that first kiss the two shared oh so long ago, and not just because Nia’s fangs threatened to rip into Mythra’s bottom lip. Mythra took advantage of that and used her tongue boldly, well aware of what Nia could do if she decided to snap down on it.

The gamble worked. Almost immediately, in a way that Nia hadn’t the last time Mythra tried to tongue-fuck her mouth, Nia yielded. Her claws retracted and took to rubbing and groping at Mythra through her tank top instead, a low purr beginning in her chest and carrying up her throat, its vibrations tactile against both Mythra’s breast and in her mouth. She allowed Mythra to bully her tongue much like Mythra herself had ultimately allowed the stranger to bully hers, the two pink muscles of love dragging and twining together in unison. 

I can taste it, Mythra thought gleefully to herself. I can taste it on her tongue. Just a hint of it, because licking and sucking at a bedsheet wasn’t a good way to sample cum, but still! Something was better than nothing by a longshot. And while the taste wasn’t the purpose of Mythra’s kiss, she had achieved both her goals: the sheets stuffed away, and Nia calmed considerably. Only Rex had been able to do that before, courtesy of his cock. Maybe… maybe you just need to be rough with her? Like, like I just need a man to be rough with me… fuck… yeah– she’s just like me. Isn’t she? There’s a reason we got so close!

Natural progression followed. Mythra’s hips pressed down against Nia’s belly, rolling back and forth in a deliberate grind as her hands finally abandoned the sex kitten’s face, sliding down over her collarbone to give her small breasts a squeeze through Rex’s stolen t-shirt. The fierce kiss broke to allow them both a chance to breathe, and Mythra opened her eyes to see Nia staring up at her, enamored and dazed. Between panting puffs and long licks of her lips, the Flesh Eater had something to say, a besmotten whisper.

“Your mouth tastes like dick,” Nia breathed out softly, a secret for only her ears and Mythra’s own. “Like a man. Like… balls… ohhh…”

Mythra smiled at Nia with bitten-lip affection until that clicked into place. … It’s not that she needs a man to be rough with her. It’s that I didn’t brush my teeth this morning, and I’m fresh from making out with a man we aren’t married to, she realized. Nia’s sensitive taste buds were able to pick up even a trace of the stranger’s ball musk. “Shut up, it doesn’t, you’re just super out of it,” Mythra told her quickly, red-faced, and before Nia could breathe another word, the kissing resumed.

Of course, two small women getting into a minor cat fight and rolling around was no quiet thing. While the stranger ignored it, both Mythra and Nia ignored their sister-wives and husband calling out across the Aegis Inn to see what the trouble was. Neither heard Rex saying he’d check it out, and that meant when he turned the corner and came upon the pair of them, he caught them in the middle of the act and watched for far too long before finally clearing his throat. Just Mythra had found, that wasn’t enough to break one cum-craving slut from her lewd activity– or the sex-starved slut atop the sex kitten.

“You two okay?” Rex spoke up, slowly. Just as slowly, Mythra broke the kiss again. Nia tried to chase her mouth up, growling unhappily at the implicit denial, but Mythra lifted a hand from Nia’s shirt to push down against her face and keep her there.

“... Yeah,” Mythra told Rex breathlessly as she looked over her shoulder, the aroused color in her cheeks deepening to a humiliated flush. “We were… just having… girl talk,” she lamely claimed, starting to straighten. Seeing a hint of her own backside’s flesh through the corner of her eye led to a quick mental reassessment of the situation; Nia’s feet were planted and her knees raised, thighs spread. Her needy cunt was on full display, and the stolen shirt she had slept in was halfway up her abdomen, leaving her mostly naked. Mythra’s attire, such as it was, was no better. Had she been wearing her underwear, the wardrobe malfunction their tussle-turned-makeout had caused would not have been as dramatic as it was.

But Mythra was not wearing her underwear anymore. With her turned back, Rex couldn’t see the tit that was now just hanging out of her torn top. He could, however, see her full and plump ass such as it was, revealed by how her skirt had hiked up amidst her grinding. With the way she was straddling Nia, it was spread, showing both a dry virgin hole and a maddeningly wet cunt to his eyes. Though Rex had seen her naked plenty of times, though they were married , the sense of humiliation within Mythra deepened when she realized he was staring at her gash.

Both their gashes, really, but Mythra knew hers took precedence. Hers, which twitched with lust for another man. Her pussy, the self-lubricating pathway to her womb, which surely still bore hints of her prior inseminations. And Rex had no idea, gazing at the pussies he thought were his. One used regularly, the other left to languish, taken for granted. “Right. Girl talk. Sorry. Didn’t realize she had gotten up yet. I should, uh, deal with her before I head off for the day’s diving contract,” he said; beneath her, Nia started licking at the hand pressed against her mouth. Mythra flinched her fingers away.

“Um… right,” Mythra mumbled, averting her eyes as Rex started to approach, but not in time to avoid taking note of the growing lump in her husband’s pants. The first few times she saw his tented erection, she thought it might have been the biggest tower for miles around: now she knew better. “I’ll… leave you to it,” she said, only beginning to get off Nia when Rex was within a couple of feet of the two women.

“Nooo,” Nia groaned out urgently, her hands grabbing at Mythra’s sides, pausing her with the threat of claws that began to lightly push in. “Don’t go.”

“You’ve got Rex to fuck you now,” Mythra said stiffly.

“I want you to come too,” Nia hissed, “I need your mouth.”

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It was against the rules that the wives had set up after their disastrous wedding night. Satisfying four women– no, even just giving five women an equal share of attention in one night? It had been ridiculous and naive of Rex’s wives to saddle him with such expectations. Saving the world nearly a decade ago did not mean he was capable of sexual heroics. 

Pneuma had suggested the rule, and Mythra had been all for it considering how her experience went: first Rex came too quickly, and then he fucked her for what felt like forever, only finishing after all the other women passed out. And not in a good way. There had not been a threesome, a foursome or a fivesome since. In the face of Nia’s begging for her to come have sex with them, though, it was hard for Mythra to say no. She had always been able to pluck at Mythra’s heart strings when she wanted to, and Rex didn’t protest the suggestion. In fact, he suggested that they ‘owed Mythra’ a proper anniversary.

It helped that the stranger had left Mythra so hot and bothered. And clearly, it helped that the stranger had planted the seed for this at breakfast.

Two of us at once? It’s going to be a lot fairer than four of us, Mythra told herself on the way to Nia’s bedroom: the pair of them had been in Rex’s last night, and Mythra still hadn’t hit it for housekeeping. A threesome should work. We shouldn’t have ever ruled it out, she continued to rationalize to herself, one hand trying and failing to cover up her exposed tit. Her other had been seized by the sex kitten, dragging the blonde Blade along. Nia tugged their shared Driver and husband along with her hand’s twin, the trio forming a delta destined for sin.

Deep down, though, another reason made it impossible for Mythra to deny Nia’s offer. The stranger’s words hovered heavy in her subconscious: If your husband tries to fuck you today, let him. If he so much as looks at you, I want you to look back. Spell it out for him, if you have to. You deserve an opportunity to warm up and get some practice in before I put you through the paces.

Mythra chewed on her inner lip. For all her cunt’s eager fluttering, she couldn’t help but feel nervous, like she should have rejected the offer, made an excuse and slipped away. There’s no way he expected it to happen, right? Or that he planned for it to happen RIGHT after I left him? I guess… it’s all just a coincidence because of Nia. I think I would have just avoided Rex entirely, if not for her. There was absolutely no way that Rex was going to feel normal inside her. Not after the stranger fucked her. Not after he ruined her and her marriage in one night.

But soon, the door was open and she was passing through it with the pair. Rex closed it behind them, and there was no turning back. “Oi. Just wake me up with your dick each morning,” Nia growled impatiently at Rex, releasing both their hands and throwing herself at his chest. She tugged the hem of the shirt back up to expose herself, her other arm slinging over his shoulder and gripping it for support. “You… you know I don’t care if you just fuckin’... shoves it in me…” she breathed out heavily, hiking a leg up and curling it around his hip. The hand used to pull up her shirt dipped to fumble at his pants, trying to unzip them while simultaneously trying to dry-hump him through them.

Mythra swallowed slightly. She crossed her arms beneath her bosom and stood awkwardly to the side, though after just a second it felt more like she was hugging herself, just watching her fellow wife and shared husband through the corner of her eye. What Nia was saying sounded wonderful to Mythra’s ears… just waking up to find herself already getting pounded in whatever way pleased her man, feeling his shaft drive down her throat or up her cunt, paired with the slap of his balls against ass or brow or chin.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to do it when you’re not ready,” Rex told her, painfully earnest even at such an intimate time. His hands pushed down to try and get between Nia’s naked cunt and his tented stiffy, fighting with her fingers for the right to unzip and draw out his erection. “And what if you were having a bad dream or something, and didn’t realize it was me right away?”

“I’m always ready, you iijit, always so fuckin’ wet…” Nia grumbled back. “Get your fingers out of the way, I’m tryin’ here–”

This is going to take forever if I just… stand here, Mythra realized, closing her eyes and breathing in deep through her nose. Then she opened her eyes, turned on the heel of her sneakers to face the arguing couple fully and stepped forward. “Let me,” she spoke up, taking charge of the situation with outward confidence. Inside, things remained fraught. She both wanted to get fucked and wanted to get it over with as soon as she could. Neither Nia nor Rex protested as Mythra shoved her hands down and between their bodies; Nia wouldn’t stop humping, but Mythra cupped over her cunt and kept it at bay while one-handing Rex’s belt and zipper. 

His pants fell to the floor, and for the first time in months, Mythra saw her husband’s cock. Dry, at least, and not impaled in Nia’s ravenous pussy. She took it in hand and stared at it for several seconds, pushing back against Nia’s tantrum-throwing pelvis. Holding him brought her right back to the breakfast table, to the time that she spent considering the two sausages on her plate. There, her imagination had done Rex something of a disservice: he was larger than she remembered. Above average, certainly.

But above average was still much smaller and thinner than the stranger’s cock. Rex was easy enough to handle even with one small hand, but the stranger– Mythra had a feeling she’d need to grip his cock in two hands with how wide he was. She stroked along him briefly but briskly, watching his crown closely and noting the difference foreskin made between Rex’s circumcised cock and the stranger’s uncut dick-hood. Rex grunted from it, and his hips were no longer steady, thrusting with a more manageable degree of impatience than Nia’s. From the angle she stood at, the blonde Blade couldn’t see enough of his balls to make a comparison there.

“Don’t fuckin’ make me wait, you fuckin’...” Nia started to cuss Mythra out, one hand leaving Rex to grab at her, digging her claws into flesh and giving Mythra an awkward shake, lest it defeat her one-legged balance.

Mythra made her wait. She lifted her golden eyes to look at Rex, to see how he stared at Nia, an eagerness for sex there that she hadn’t seen towards any of the Aegis sisters. “How many times did you two fuck yesterday?” she asked after a moment, impulsively, drawing Rex’s eyes towards her.

“Uh, counting… by how many times I came, by how many times she came, or how many times we started and stopped?” he asked, a question Mythra herself had been pondering.

Ignoring Nia’s building hiss and the pain of those claws beginning to break skin, Mythra clarified her question. “How many times you came,” she told her husband softly. While he ruminated on the answer to her question, she began to move, shifting her hold on his cock while stepping behind Nia, giving the little sex kitten two soft cushions to lean back against. Her fingers slipped along Nia’s pussy, pushing down along her vulva and spreading them to pave the way for Rex’s cock.

“Seven, I think? Three times inside her pussy, two in her mouth, and two uh–” Rex explained. 

That first word was all it took for Mythra to tense her jaw, clamming down the well of frustration that suddenly threatened to explode out of her. Before Rex could say where the last two loads of cum went, Mythra had his cock slotted against Nia’s entrance. Given her experience over the last two days, the Aegis expected there to be more of a fight, more slowness, but Rex slipped right inside Nia’s narrow twat, much to the kitten’s moaned relief. And then, as sure as if he himself had put himself inside the woman, Rex was thrusting. Mythra moved her hand out of the way before her fingers could get smashed between their pelvises, and Rex hilted inside Nia with a slippery squelch and a wetter slap of their skin.

“That’s a lot,” Mythra mumbled to herself, barely keeping a lid on her temper. More than I realized, if that’s an average day for them. … Fucking unfair. Why does that feel so fucking unfair? She hugged her arms around Nia as Rex pounded into the petite Gormotti, and soon found Nia reaching back, clawing upside-down at her neck to bring her mouth closer. The all-tongue kiss the two then shared made it official: Mythra was involved, not just a voyeur. Her body was not going untouched, thanks to Nia’s tail, brushing up along her inner thigh and taking advantage of Mythra’s commando mission to tease along her sodden slit.

Yet Mythra’s mind was not with her body, despite her pussy’s powerful longing for that tail to transform into a cock and fuck the hell out of her. It was stuck on that question and remained so until it was answered, something that only came to her when Rex had his first nut. A quick thing, as was the obvious answer to her query. Nia’s shuddering didn’t bring her back from her reverie, so much as the painful squeeze of her claws as she peaked with Rex, tail going stiff between Mythra’s legs. 

I’m not jealous that they had so much sex. I’m jealous Nia got so much cum. As Mythra pulled away from the kiss, grimacing, the thought continued: It’s unfair that she got seven loads and I only got four. It’s unfair that HE didn’t cum in me eight times. It’s what I deserve. He wouldn’t even be alive if not for everything I’ve done. Ungrateful asshole. The anger threatening to boil over and pop her lid turned spiteful, not towards Rex and Nia but towards the stranger. This is my chance to prove him wrong. To prove to him he’s not right about me, that I’m not his slut, that I really do love these two–

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t in the room with them. When I’m finished, I’ll make sure he sees how I look. How satisfied I am, Mythra swore to herself. And he’ll fucking eat those words. He’ll fall over himself apologizing and fuck off forever and give us all that money, hoping that I forgive him. … Yeah. YEAH. Unfortunately, it did not occur to Mythra that such inane, unselfaware decision-making was exactly how she ended up in her predicament. She had doubled down on being an attention slut to prove that she wasn’t one. It was the only reason that she had gotten those four separate loads of cum. Perhaps that was part of what drove her decision.

As Nia’s lifted leg dropped and she slumped against Mythra, the blonde Blade glanced down between the sex kitten and Rex, watching as his limpening cock slipped out of her, in no state to continue. Once upon a time, Mythra had solved that problem for her husband. Glancing up to meet Rex’s eye, she made her bold pitch to do so again: “Can I suck you off and then get the next round?” she asked, pouty lips pursing meaningfully. 

It was crasser and far more forward than the last time Mythra had proposed a blowjob to him. For a moment, Rex seemed taken aback by the suggestion, leaning back against the wall near the door. Then he cleared his throat and grinned awkwardly, starting to say, “Putting your mouth there just, uh, that doesn’t seem right to me, Myth. You know that,” he said, rambling on needlessly. “It can’t be sanitary doing it right after I was in Nia. And it’s where I piss from, right? So–”

“So what? Are you going to accidentally piss in my mouth if I suck your cock?” Mythra snapped back at him, some of that restrained frustration slipping out of her. Rex blanched and shook his head quickly, opening his mouth, but not speaking before Mythra could continue on. “Then why would you even bring it up? Idiot, do you want me to drink your piss or something?” He shook his head again, and Mythra scoffed at him, not letting up. “Nia’s already getting all your cum, do you give her all of that stuff too?”

“Of course not, that’s gross,” Rex said, voice raising. Mythra only realized she was shouting from that. Nia seemed unaware of the argument, still slumped against Mythra’s tits, soaking in her release even as cum began to drip from her gash. “Why the hell would you even say that? You don’t want me to do it, do you?”

For a split-second, Mythra hesitated. What the fuck would I have done if he said yes to any of that? Rex was right, of course. It WAS gross, but she could see herself stubbornly committing to the degrading act if it meant getting one over on the stranger: dropping to her knees, opening her mouth and demanding Rex disgrace her with Nia watching on. Just as easily, she could see herself doing the same with him– “Of course not, that’s gross,” Mythra spat back tit-for-tat. “You let Nia suck your cock, so stop bullshitting me.”

“Yeah, and I’ve never felt her FANGS on my dick, which are a lot more dangerous than your teeth,” Rex told Mythra with a toss-up of his hands. “That’s why I only let you do it one time, Myth. I was so damn worried you were going to bite my dick off.”

Mythra found herself stunned into silence, and the stranger’s words echoed through her head once more: You couldn’t suck a cock to completion if it meant saving your husband’s life. “Why didn’t you just say something?” she asked more quietly, her arms loosening as Nia began to wiggle herself free. Once she was free, the little sex-kitten began to move between her fellow wife and shared husband, tugging at their clothes while they stared at each other.

“Because you’re so damn proud of everything, and I didn’t think you could– I mean, I didn’t want to hurt you,” Rex told her, his face briefly disappearing as Nia clumsily tugged his shirt over his head. He averted his eyes, then said a bit less tersely, “I’m sorry. I should have been honest about it. You deserve the truth, not white lies. I won’t fib again.”

“... Yeah, I do,” Mythra replied, her anger down to simmering but far from dissipated. The rips and tears in her tank top were clearly beyond Pyra’s ability to repair with a needle and thread, almost coming off Mythra with little more than a tug. Though it clung tight to her hips and ass, her skirt slid down easily once loosened, leaving Mythra in her shoes and stockings. She crossed her arms, as unwilling to meet Rex’s eyes as he was hers. “... Sorry, too. For making you feel that way,” she added after a second.

But she wasn’t willing to promise the truth to him, that she had already betrayed his trust in a far more grievous way. It would ruin what was about to come; what needed to be the best sex in her life, if she wanted to save her marriage and get rid of the stranger. There was no way in hell anyone would understand if she confessed to having the stranger’s cum in her womb. The room was silent but for Nia’s moaning breaths as she pulled off her shirt and padded barefoot to the bed.

“Wanna see Mythra suck your cock,” Nia told Rex as she dropped down, her voice throaty. “Before I lose it again. She’ll do better,” the little sex kitten promised.

“... Promise to be careful?” Rex asked, glancing at Mythra, his cock still limp.

“... Yeah. I promise,” Mythra swore vehemently. And though she still had her goal in mind– proving to the stranger that her marriage was working –she again heard his voice in her head: Do you want to learn how to suck my cock? Do you want to use the mouth you kiss your husband with to please another man? Her answer had been yes, and he had urged her to use this opportunity as practice.

“... Okay,” Rex said, albeit reluctantly. “I trust you,” he told Mythra, walking over to join Nia on the bed. As the mattress sunk and creaked beneath his weight, the Flesh Eater already present there wiggled herself around, tucking herself close to her hubby’s back, hard nipples and modest breasts hugged close by the arms that wound around his broad chest. Her legs stretched out alongside the outside of his. Rex smiled and glanced back at Nia, visibly relaxing for her closeness. “What am I, your little spoon?”

“Yeah,” Nia murmured, kissing against his back. “‘Till I need you to fuck me again. Mythra isn’t bad with her tongue, you’ll see,” she assured him, confident. Her tail lazily swayed as she lifted her eyes to peek over Rex’s shoulder, giving Mythra a little smile that the blonde missed. The rest of the Aegis Inn girls didn’t get Nia like this anymore: she was only so calm and content right after a dicking.

Right. I’ve made you cum so many times. I was eating you out long before I first went down on Rex, Mythra reminded herself, returning Nia’s smile almost shyly. The sinking feeling in her gut threatened to soak the start of warmth and intimacy with misery: she knew all too well that sucking cock was not nearly analogous to going down on a girl. “Love you,” she said to Nia, drawing on that smile for the power and confidence she needed to see everything through.

“Love you too, Myth,” Rex said, presuming himself to be the center of attention. Nia tightened her hold around him, the loving gleam in her eye telling Mythra that the sex kitten knew who the words were really meant for. The blonde Blade fidgeted in place, gaze locked with Nia’s until she ducked her head against Rex’s back. Then she finally met Rex’s eyes and took in his expression. With Nia comforting him, he started to look at Mythra– really look at her, in a way he hadn’t for some time.

The long stare he gave her exposed pussy in the hallway? That was shock as much as it was awe, and it was something shared between her cunt and Nia’s. Now, though, Rex was actually admiring Mythra, appreciating the beauty and raw sexuality that she was so proud of. He didn’t admire her eyes for very long, dragging his gaze down her body with an increasing intensity, its focus almost tactile. Her core crystal had no nerve endings, but Mythra could have sworn that it tingled when his eyes skimmed past it, more interested in her stacked breasts. Already stiff, her nipples tightened further, pleased for the well-deserved attention. 

But it didn’t feel right to Mythra. He was her husband, yet she had to fight to keep herself from lifting a hand to shield her naked chest from him. It was gratifying to know he still desired her… because of course he did. I’m the Aegis. Nia is cute and frisky, but her body doesn’t have anything on mine, Mythra thought to herself. But she wanted him to act on that desire. Rather than just stare at her breasts, she wanted him to stand up. Whether it meant shoving Nia off his back or letting her cling on as he crossed the room, Mythra wanted him to approach her. She wanted him to take what he wanted from her, however he wanted it, whenever he pleased.

The rougher and meaner, the better. This, though– it was going to be Mythra approaching him. With Nia’s help, she had effectively bullied Rex into allowing her to do as she pleased, and that just didn’t feel right to her. She breathed in slow and deep, chest rising and falling. The long pause stretched on in silence as Rex continued to look over one of his many wives. While he re-familiarized himself with the sight of her forgotten gash, Mythra hoped that Rex would realize what she wasn’t saying, or that perhaps Nia would whisper some provocation to him. Something in line with what the stranger might do to her. Fucking her face. Forcing her to hold her tits together so he could fuck them. Just… fucking her, in any way whatsoever, in a way that refused Mythra the respect she demanded and eschewed the affection she deserved.

It didn’t happen. Something would have to give, eventually. But it wasn’t Rex or Nia.

After far too long– longer than Rex had stared at the two of them making out on the floor –Mythra took a step forward, and then another. Her eyes lowered from her husband’s face to where he had already spread his knees, creating a tidy little place for her to tuck herself and begin proving her oral superiority to him. Enough time had passed that Rex’s limp, wet cock had begun to rise again, which would surely make things easier for her. One more step, and then she was lowering to her knees, crawling the rest of the way there. 

That felt more natural to her. More submissive. Still in its long ponytail, Mythra’s hair ran partway down her back and dragged along the floor as she went, slowly, dragging out the process in hopes Nia’s impatience might return and perhaps rub off on Rex. He just watched her heavy breasts swing and sway right up until Mythra was docking herself, rising to a kneel between his legs, pressing herself close to the bed and resting her hands on his thighs. 

His cock was right in front of her face, but she looked up to his face first in hopes of seeing something dominant there, something powerful. Instead, Mythra saw the love he still had for her, as true as it was leading up to their wedding day. She saw relaxation, comfort. She saw Nia’s wriggling feline ears, and then Nia peeking over Rex’s shoulder, smiling increasingly distracted encouragement to Mythra. She saw the trust he was giving her, and…

It just made Mythra feel wretched for having already betrayed Rex’s heart so severely. But she had her orders from the stranger, and she had her lurid plan to defeat him too, ill-considered and little more than an excuse to let her perpetuate the lie she was living. “Here it comes,” she warned Rex as her tongue swept over her lips, wetting them. Her hand moved to his cock, cradling its shaft with gentle fingers and lowering her eyes to it. Once again, she had to compare it to the stranger’s. 

She was sure that Rex had nothing to be ashamed of with his cock, but the stranger’s was just majestic in comparison. Crude and crass and carnal, but majestic all the same.

“Can’t wait,” Rex murmured down to her. But Mythra could. His cock felt wrong in her hand. Though her pussy raged on with lust, she did not feel the thrill and excitement she had that morning, laying in bed with the stranger, handling him while he pretended to be asleep. Her arousal hadn’t lessened , but what fueled her libido wasn’t the sexually-charged situation she was in: it was just carrying on from how she felt after leaving the stranger in his room, and after tasting hints of his cum on Nia’s tongue.

She took a breath and parted her lips, giving a slow stroke along Rex’s shaft. One last chance for him to seize control, if he wanted to– he could grab her head, impale her mouth and make her choke on his cock if he so pleased. Rex kept his hands to his sides, fingers curled tight in the sheets. When he didn’t take it, Mythra bowed her head and closed the distance that remained between her face and his dick. Her first instinct was to begin with Rex as she had with the stranger, mopping up his balls with her tongue and kissing them with thanks for all the pleasure he had given her the previous night. 

… He came in and on Nia seven times last night. I only got four. And from another man. He doesn’t deserve it. Jealousy and spite had her demuring at the last moment, her tongue going instead to the underside of Rex’s shaft. Her fingers kept him vertical. His breathing deepened as Mythra ran her tongue up along him, tasting familiar hints of Nia’s pussy coated and smeared into the skin. Not a slow lap, but a swift one, sloppy and uneven as it was quick, bringing her tongue to his crown. There, Mythra gave a tease of her tongue beneath the ridge of Rex’s cock. Though her saliva offered some paltry lubrication to him, her movements were almost as stiff as his shaft and her nipples.

Slowly, thoughtlessly, Mythra closed her eyes. In her mind, she could still see what was right in front of her: a cock, a man. But it wasn’t Rex that her mind pictured. Locking the stranger’s pussy-pleasing cock in her mind, she leaned closer, fingers lightly pushing him to meet her halfway. She kissed the side of his crown, deepening it as though they were mouth to mouth, allowing her tongue to skim out over him while her fingers began pumping along him again. The illusion helped, at least until Mythra’s fingers should have had the cock’s foreskin pulled up to hide the crown’s ridge: a reminder of the distinct differences between Rex’s cock and the strangers. Her body was less willing to play pretend than her mind was.

She grimaced faintly, even though Rex groaned his enjoyment. “That’s good, Myth,” he praised her, but it just didn’t hit her the same way that the stranger’s praise did. It was respectful; intimate. When the stranger praised her, it was ‘good girl’ this and ‘good slut’ that.

“Told you she wasn’t bad,” Nia murmured. As Mythra slowly dragged her lips up to take the tip of Rex’s fifth blade into her mouth, she heard the mattress creak and shift as the two seated upon it moved slightly. “I wanna kiss you while she’s doing this,” the little sex kitten said, which put a sudden stop to Mythra’s ministrations, mouth open and cock inside , untended. Her stomach felt queasy. From the time he showed up to now, Rex hadn’t kissed Nia at all, but Mythra and the sex kitten had spent significant time tongue-wrestling… in no small part because of what Nia had been doing.

Something filthy, debased, and driven by physiological needs beyond her control. And Mythra had relished it. Mythra, who hadn’t brushed her teeth that morning. Mythra, who was now realizing she might have purposefully avoided the simple act, lest she rid her tongue of the stranger’s cock. Mythra… who had been making out with the stranger not even an hour prior, and begging him to do more, to fuck her again and again.

“Yeah, c’mere…” Rex mumbled back to Nia, twisting himself without moving his legs to enable the exchange of saliva.

I… should stop them, right? Rex doesn’t deserve this. He deserves better. He’s not even going to realize it. But Mythra couldn’t think of a way to stop it. Not on a dime, short of blurting out exactly what she and Nia had on their tongues. She hesitated, opening her eyes to glance up and bear witness. As much as she kept hoping Rex would just grab her head and go to town on her throat, she hoped more that they would stop short, that maybe their kiss would just be a peck on the lips.

The queasiness in her belly dropped as she watched their tongues begin to dance and slip along each other, lips hardly touching throughout the kiss. … Too late now, Mythra thought. I have to be the worst wife to ever live, came her glum realization, and there was nothing more for her to do but continue forth. She kept her eyes open and angled up to watch her sister-wife and hubby, slowly sealing her lips around Rex’s shaft, with about an inch of him filling her small mouth– she made a point to make sure her pouty lips were over her teeth, wondering if that may have been the stranger’s problem with her oral skills as well. … Probably. Fuck.

As she worked her lewd tongue over Rex in circular fashion, Mythra kept expecting some kind of pride or pleasure to rise within her. He remained relaxed, tensing only when the warm tip of her tongue dragged over his pre-leaking slit, and that was a clear indicator that Mythra was doing it right . She hadn’t fucked up. But it just didn’t feel right to her. Letting the stranger have his way with her was betraying Rex and her fellow wives, but having her way with Rex? That was betraying herself for no other reason than to keep up a facade. 

With the way that Rex and Nia were kissing, it was clear that the only woman in their marriage who had an ounce of happiness now was the sex kitten. Maybe Pneuma, too, who seemed a bit above and beyond it all– but even so, Mythra had to wonder if either Pneuma or Pyra had seen the two like this. Rex was always awkward and stilted when they kissed him with tongue, but Nia’s relentless need for his dick seemed to have torn down some of his hang-ups. Or maybe we just don’t kiss as good as she does, Mythra thought, her angry jealousy spiking back up. And he’s not willing to just out and say it, like with my blowjob.

… fuck this, I’m going to make him scream my name! All thoughts of Mythra’s prior plans and contradictory decisions vanished. She was no longer sucking Rex’s cock to prove he had been unfair to her; she was no longer there to get fucked so good that the stranger backed off. She certainly was not blowing him for practice or because the stranger had ordered her to do so, or because she was horny. 

Mythra needed Nia to know she was every bit as capable as the sex kitten was at getting, and keeping, Rex’s attention. No… that I’m BETTER at it. That he wants me more and loves me more. A deep awareness of that was why she and Pyra had gone to Nia’s bed that night eight years ago. The Aegis sisters were just better than she was, and Nia was never going to match them in any department.

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Mythra removed her hand from Rex’s cock, taking a brief inhale through her nose. The hand still on his thigh squeezed tight, while the other reached down and further outward of Rex’s opposite thigh, clasping Nia’s ankle and giving it a similar squeeze. Then, Mythra shoved her head down and tried to emulate what she had seen the Flesh Eater do so easily, making it seem as simple as taking a step or making a fist.

She tried to take Rex right down her throat. All the way, in one movement that would leave her lips kissing the base of his pelvis, her nose buried in the pubic hair he hadn’t done Nia the courtesy of shaving off. The first inch of him already inside her progressed to the back of her throat easily enough, given her abrupt forcefulness, and the rest began to follow, shoving against the tube of her throat before beginning to drag down along it. It startled Mythra as much as it startled Rex; she didn’t expect it to batter against something, or for having her throat penetrated to be so different from having her pussy slammed.

But of course it was. Even if the stranger deemed them both fuckholes, her throat and cunt were very different tracts. One was meant for air and swallowing sustenance, and the other was made to take cock for pleasure and for procreation. The one that prepared itself and could have easily taken Rex’s seven inches dripped and drooled its arousal upon the bedroom’s floorboards, neglected in favor of the more inexperienced hole.

And without any real preparation, mental or otherwise, Mythra’s throat was not having it. Little more than an inch of Rex’s cock plunged into her throat before her gag reflex kicked in, muscles recoiling and fighting back against the choking hazard with ripples and squeezes. I’m… the FUCKING… AEGIS, AND NIA IS JUST A BLADE THAT ATE A HEART– she shouted inwardly. Outwardly, she was gurgling, grunting harshly as she tried to force herself to take her hubby’s cock as deep as she KNEW she could take it. I’m better than her, I am, I am!

But she couldn’t do it, and giving it her all had led to Mythra fucking up profoundly, breaking another promise that she had made to her husband. Over the sound of her heart and her squelching throat, Mythra had not heard his grunt of surprise or his yelp of alarm when her lips stopped cushioning her teeth. 

What she did notice was when he finally reached down to grab at her head with both hands, clutching it in a way that just felt so damn right . Unlike everything leading up to the moment, it was how Mythra was meant to be grabbed. Rex was going to do it. He was going to fuck her face. Though he remained unaware of her infidelity, he was going to force his cock down her throat and treat her like the slut she really was. He was going to punish her, and Mythra had never loved him so much in all their time together. She gave herself over to his control and waited for the thrust to come. 

He was– not pushing down. He was pulling back. To prepare for another attempt at doing what Mythra hadn’t been able to force herself to perform on a whim? But he didn’t stop once the tip of his cock was on her tongue. “Damn it, Myth!” he was yelling. “You almost bit me!” And then he was out of her altogether, releasing his clutch on her. As Mythra fell back on her ass, she opened her eyes to watch with watery eyes as Rex checked over his cock frantically, making sure his fears had not come to pass. Nia was scrambling off her cling to his back, just as worried as she reassured their hubby that it had to be a mistake, nothing more than an accident.

“... but I’m the Aegis,” Mythra whispered to herself through ragged pants, ignored by the pair. How did I fuck this up again? She coughed and cleared her throat until her body calmed from its freak-out, but the headache she had been feeling much earlier that morning returned in its place, ushered in by all the contradictions and lies she had told herself: it was driven even further and deeper by her heartache, which built as she watched Rex and Nia.

Handling Rex’s cock in the course of that check-up seemed to push Nia right back to where she had been when Mythra found her outside the stranger’s room. Her heat returned as if it was the partner-in-crime to Mythra’s headache. Without giving their husband much warning, Nia leaped from nursing his cock and ego to slobbering all over it, knelt sideways over his lap, tongue and lips lustfully frenzied. Mythra had felt like she was doing a good job with the blowjob despite all the wrongness, but watching Nia work Rex over made the Aegis feel like a juvenile: painfully ironic, given how Nia’s modest curves stacked up against Mythra’s jaw-dropping figure.

What Rex’s hands did once again emphasized the painful truth of his kiss with Nia. He didn’t try to take control, but his fingers rewarded her for so readily taking Mythra’s place, reaching back to play with the pussy cat’s pussy from behind. His other hand went below Nia’s body, grasping and squeezing at one of her slight breasts. Mythra couldn’t get the stranger to treat her the way she wanted to be treated. She couldn’t even get Rex to do it, or to even give her an ounce of what Nia got out of him. 

There was no getting out of whatever her visit with the stranger would entail– and staring at Rex and Nia, Mythra wasn’t even sure why she was trying to resist it still. She had done wrong by everyone at the Aegis Inn. Except the stranger, and she wanted what he was offering. To train her. To treat her the way she deserved to be treated, the way her family wouldn’t even if she came clean about her mistake.But the blonde Blade didn’t think beyond that. She just followed what her pussy begged her to do in the heat of the moment. With tears in her eyes and quivering thighs, Mythra reached down to begin answering her clit’s call, moving in rhythm to Rex’s digits. Her other hand grasped at one of her breasts, the same side as Nia's, sinking green nails into the fair flesh. 

The stranger had told her not to masturbate. He had told her to fuck her husband, if he wanted to use her. It was a muddled situation, and she had no idea if her participant trophy for this threesome would excuse her attempts to get off, if the stranger were to discover them. Don’t… care, she decided as she blinked back her tears, her moan soft and buried beneath the muffled yet wanton purring coming out of Nia’s cock-stuffed mouth. She watched her previous sexual partners fuck, but she thought of the stranger and what he would do to her. How rough and cruel he would be. How he would make her feel, and how having all her pride stripped away by his sexual abuse would make her cum: the great Aegis, the savior of the world, reduced to just another entry in his registry of cucking conquests

Without the stranger there and doing those things to Mythra, though, jilling her clit would amount to nothing more than teasing and torturing herself. Each minute that passed left her more worked up, more frustrated, more unable to put a stop to it, but never brought her closer to a conclusion. Her moaning turned to whimpers of despair ignored by the people that should have cared most about her making sure pitiable noises, each one at their most needful when Mythra bore witness to Rex proving Nia’s skills were top-notch, attuned to his needs. When he came inside Nia’s mouth, she just kept going at him, not bothering to swallow and making a mess with what escaped her lips. Rex’s strewn face screamed it was too much, but he didn’t ask for mercy.

Mythra couldn’t do that. 

Nia only rose and swallowed what remained in the hollows of her cheeks when he was hard again, contented by her protein supplement but far from satisfied. The sex kitten hardly seemed aware of Mythra’s presence as she mounted Rex, her back to his front as she descended on his cock, facing the blonde Blade as she began to bounce away. Unlike Mythra had earlier on the stranger’s cock, Nia lasted. She lasted long enough to cum at the same time as Rex, reaching back and sideways to interlace her fingers with his, squeezing them as Nia mewled and Rex growled.

Mythra couldn’t do that.

What she could do was what Nia told her to, her womb’s need to be pumped full temporarily placated. It was in those moments that Nia really saw Mythra at her worst, with her deepest need. For Mythra, the remainder of the ménage à trois was like a dream. She was used to telling Nia what to do in bed, yet her little sex kitten was robbing that control from her. Letting it happen was humiliating, belittling, acknowledging Nia was better at something than she was. But that felt like the way things were meant to be. They kissed so much, both their mouths tasting of Rex’s cock; Mythra kept trying to taste the stranger’s long-removed cum in its place. 

Nia’s fingers burrowed snugly into her wetness and tweaked her nipples. Almost made her cum. Got her a lot closer than playing with herself had, but not quite enough to get her over the finish line. Close enough that Mythra felt Nia might be able to do what the stranger had, if she just pushed harder– if she stripped away the care. I could… tell her what I’ve done and beg her to punish me, some crazy little thing within Mythra urged. Make her hate me. Make her call me a slut and…

I’m going crazy, Mythra almost laughed. She was too breathless when the kisses ended to actually do it, but she almost did. It didn’t actually feel like a bad idea to just out her infidelity– it wasn’t like either of them had noticed her missing wedding ring, for fuck’s sake. More rooted common sense kept her from doing it. That, and the fact that Nia dragged her over to the bed. By the wrist, not the hair, unfortunately. She wanted to continue. The sex kitten wanted to make good on the promise that she and Rex would make up for the shitshow their first anniversary had been. Obediently, Mythra merely nodded and laid back on the bed, limbs limp.

Having Nia’s cum-stuffed snatch kissing and leaking its stored semen all over her face was nice. It felt like where a bitch like herself deserved to be, even if the cum was less than satisfying to her inexperienced palette. What came out of Rex’s balls just didn’t seem as thick or potent as the stranger’s, but Nia gripped her hair and grinded down on her face, giving the blonde Blade, the blonde bitch, something else to focus on. Reuniting her tongue with her former bottom’s pussy was far preferable to what was going on between her legs. 

Rex and Nia were speaking above her, but Mythra ignored it, as much as she tried to ignore the unsatisfying feeling of her husband pushing into her pussy, slow and steady and making a big deal about it. Their first time together in so long, and Mythra felt no joy. No wonder. No love. She just felt someone holding her legs up high and spread, pumping their cock through the unenthused squeeze of her pussy. Although Mythra gripped at Nia’s thighs, squeezing reactively to having her face ridden, she was stiff as a board below the neck. 

The muscles in her hefted legs grew tired long before Rex was ready to blow inside her. For a moment, Mythra found herself right back on her wedding night: finally losing her hymen to her husband and finding herself bored out of her mind, with no end in sight. Not just bored, but resentful and lying to herself about it, trying to pretend it didn’t want to make her scream that Rex couldn’t even be assed to wash the stripper’s lipstick off his cock. She didn’t scream back then, of course.

After another few minutes, only spared chafing by how ludicrously wet the stranger had left her, Mythra did what she should have done a year and two days prior. She screamed. She shuddered, she stirred, and thoughtlessly went through all the motions that the stranger coaxed out of her. A wordless scream; even if she told Rex what an asshole he was, Nia’s creampied hole would have kept it quiet. The sex kitten pushed her hips down firmly, matching the cry with a far more genuine feeling behind it.

Mythra faked her orgasm, and Rex stopped holding back on his. He filled her, but she didn’t feel it like she felt the stranger slosh his cum into her womb. When he pulled out of her, breathing hard and sinking back, the blonde Blade could finally let herself relax. Nia’s wet warmth left her face, and Mythra just as easily faked the aftermath of her supposed orgasm, staring up at the ceiling with heavy-lidded eyes, feeling the mixture of Nia and Rex’s fluids trail along her face. His cum was at its most noticeable as it trickled down along her slit, passing over her asshole on its way to the bedsheets.

… I’m such a bitch, she thought to herself, and smiled weakly. Being a bitch didn’t feel so bad to her anymore. Not until Rex was climbing over her, kissing her and murmuring meaningless words to remind her how much he loved her, and how sorry he was over how hard the last six months had been. Still hungry for cum, Nia kept Mythra from replying by returning the recent favor.

It wasn’t long until Nia’s other cockhole wanted its share of the semen, and by that time Mythra felt enough time had passed for her to pretend she had recovered from her pretend-orgasm. One kiss to Nia, one kiss to Rex, and then she was slipping out of the room. She didn’t bother getting dressed, just holding her ruined tank top and skirt against her cunt to keep herself from leaving a visible trail of bodily fluids as she snuck to her room, just a few doors down. 

Guess I’ll take another shower and… go back to work. After that. Somehow. The daze that Mythra found herself in began to fade away as the hot water once more rained down at her. It cleansed her skin of her husband’s sticking filth, but in the end, having a threesome with Rex and Nia had only left her worse than where she had been prior to being dismissed by the stranger. She had to make peace with the fact she wasn’t going to cum until he told her to do so. If Nia hadn’t been able to do it with her fingers or tongue, there was no way jilling again would get her anywhere. There definitely wasn’t a sex toy in the house that could replicate the stranger’s intensity.

… And then Mythra remembered that her shower head was detachable, and it occurred to her that it might be good for driving her husband’s unsatisfying spunk from her cunt. Not that her pussy needed to be cleaned out, but… the stranger was a guy, and guys could be pretty stupid about female bodies. 

She began to smile as she reached up to take it down from its mount.

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Another thirty minute shower. 

Transforming Rex’s old home in Leftheria to an inn had necessitated a lot of renovations. One of the first, and perhaps the most important, was aimed at making sure that the house wouldn’t run out of hot water. It came well before the decision to make the Aegis Inn, though. Without it, Mythra and Nia’s penchants for taking two long showers a day wouldn’t have left anything in the boiler for Pyra and Rex. Those days, when Pyra would frequently chew Mythra out but ignore poor little Nia for being so wasteful, were so much simpler. So much easier, when held up against the debacle their lives and business had been the last six months.

There was so much that Mythra missed about that pre-marriage time period. Rex being too dumb to realize he was surrounded by women committed to waiting for him. Being closer with Pyra and Nia, the latter especially. The carefree certainty that they all had at the end of the day that the future was bright. The surety that all the hardships and trials were behind them were over, and everything ahead of them would be smooth sailing. Post-marriage, things still seemed bright.

The post-heat time period? Not great, but by the time Mythra got out of the shower, she would have gone back to it if she could. Back then, at least, she was sure she could have gotten off by keeping the shower head pressed against her pussy for five minutes. In her post-cheating epoch, she now knew it would be impossible. The stranger had woken something up in her when he broke the sanctity of her marriage. Nearly thirty minutes of keeping that hot, water pressure tucked close to her crotch, and all she had to show for it was weak legs and an over-stimulated cunt that still hadn’t had a proper release.

She avoided drying the wettest part of herself with her towel when she got out, and once again examined herself in the mirror prior to getting dressed. A bitter smile tried to be bold on Mythra’s pouty lips, but its strength was depleted, leaving it a wan and hollow thing. Her fingers avoided directly touching the now swollen and sore lips of her pussy, exploring around it instead. The foolish attempt at getting herself off… if her cunt was gaped even just the slightest bit, it would have been like the aftermath of Gyrex fucking her.

And though Rex was the last man inside her, he had nothing to do with her state. Even before hopping in the shower, she had checked the state of her recently-used groin: parted enough to drip, but hardly devastated by her husband’s underwhelming dick. … At least I know for sure now that it’s not enough to just get fucked. I really do need to get used and treated like a walking fucktoy , Mythra thought. Her subsequent sigh managed more bitterness than her lips as she turned away from the glass, wobbling slowly on her way to her wardrobe and dresser. 

The tank top that Nia’s claws shredded was in the garbage, now, and it was going to stay there. Pyra was handy with a sewing needle, but there wasn’t any fixing that thin garment. Just as she pulled out the drawer stuffed with all her bras and panties, a thought struck the blonde bitch. Guess having to change clothes isn’t going to excuse me for wearing underwear. But he’s an asshole and can go fuck himself. That put a bit of self-confidence back in her shoulders, and Mythra stared at the assortment of undies awaiting her there.

After a moment of just looking at the garments, Mythra closed the drawer. Even the softest silk would be a little too much on my cooch right now, she told herself, though deep down she knew it was just an excuse to follow the stranger’s humiliating orders. He wanted her to spend the day exposed and vulnerable, not just easily accessed but giving Pyra something to bitch about too. To that end, she picked out a fresh outfit along the lines of what she had changed out of. With how much of a bitch she felt like, a black tank top felt more fitting than the pure white she put on that morning. 

It would also have a better chance of obscuring her tits’ total lack of support, downplaying the curves and showing nothing of her flesh’s color beneath. Wasn’t a factor in the decision at all, though. It just was what it was. She almost put on the same skirt, until she noticed the somewhat telling stain left there by her using it as a rag on her way back to her room. 

Setting it aside to toss in the laundry, Mythra found that short skirt’s closest sibling amongst her possessions. It wasn’t a twin to it, though. Where the first was red, the one Mythra pulled up her legs now was a shade of red Pneuma opined to be whorish… particularly with how much thigh its cut left revealed. The mini would make it so much easier for her to accidentally flash her entire family and their sole guest. Didn’t even occur to Mythra, though. 

It was just the best she could do. And if it led to the stranger taking advantage of her far ahead of schedule, well. That wouldn’t be so bad. A fresh pair of dark stockings were pulled over her legs before she slipped back into her closet for more ‘proper’ footwear. Earlier, she had dressed to try and downplay the stranger’s attention. Sneakers just didn’t scream ‘fuck me’ the way heels did– and unlike the ease of accidental exposure, that did play a part in her decision to put on some pumps, even though she knew they wouldn’t be the best for the work she still had ahead of her. 

After fixing up her ponytail, Mythra got back to it.

In short order, she found that there was not much for her to get back to. It had been nearly three hours since she left Pyra behind to get started on her tasks for the day, and she’d only gotten through two of the five rooms she needed to tackle before disappearing with Nia and Rex. Flushing, she spent a few minutes searching the house to find what had become of her cart. It was exactly where it should have been, if she hadn’t fucked off to get a dissatisfying fuck and had finished with it: parked in the laundry room, with an unhappy Pyra beside it, folding the now-washed and dried laundry.

Even more deeply flushed in the cheeks, Mythra hesitated before stepping in. The conversation the two were going to have would be easier if she addressed it promptly. Pyra didn’t need to look up to know it was her, able to tell just from the heels: Pneuma always wore flats, and Nia was typically barefoot.  “You know I have enough to do without you slacking off. It’s not like this is hard,” the redhead told her twin. Not cold. Not furious. Just… disappointed, which was almost worst. “What were you even doing?”

Well. First I had to try and find my wedding ring, which meant searching our asshole guest’s room. I really needed him to fuck me again, but he fucked with me instead and then kicked me out, Mythra thought, but left unsaid. The truth would not set her free from Pyra’s justified ire… but part of it, she figured, would alleviate it. Just a part of it. “Nia, um, needed me,” she said apprehensively, stepping up and reaching towards the clothing and sheets still awaiting Pyra’s folding.

The redhead started reaching out to stop Mythra from joining her, then paused, a tiny frown tugging her pouty lips downward. “What do you mean, Nia needed you?” she asked, returning to her own folding but keeping the corner of her eye on her twin. A brief downward glance, and the frown grew to a full-fledged one as the more domestically inclined Aegis girl took note of the change of clothes.

“That.” Mythra cleared her throat slightly, and then reiterated with more emphasis: “You know. That . With her and Rex. It was really spur of the moment,” she said, recasting the truth in something amounting to wholesome and putting on a smile. Her words were honest, but the smile, that was the lie, the soul-eating devil hidden within the details. “They wanted to make up for missing the anniversary, and, um. Yeah. It was something else.”

“Both of you with Rex at once?” Pyra asked, skeptically. “What happened to only one of us at a time?”

“After all the sex he’s had with Nia? He can definitely handle two of us at once,” Mythra told Pyra, her false smile now tainting the truth too. “He’s actually… way better than he was before,” she told her sister, pausing. “I mean, from what I remember. It’s not like I’ve had sex with him recently enough to compare it, really.” She ducked her head and kept her eyes on her work, with an occasional glance over to Pyra’s hands. … Sex with him. Compared to the stranger, though…

Mythra kept quiet, and for a few minutes, Pyra did too. The only sound between them was the shuffle of towels and linens, proper attire and unmentionables.

Though Mythra took care of the housekeeping, Pyra was just better at every aspect of cleaning and tidying up. It came to her naturally; to Mythra, it was a deliberate effort. Even after years of it being her main chore, she couldn’t quite manage to fold things as well as Pyra. There was always something she missed in her cleaning, deliberately or otherwise but seldom noticed by the guests. Pyra managed to keep things spotless and seemed able to zone in on what Mythra overlooked the moment she entered a room. Mythra didn’t like losing, but for something so trite, she didn’t even feel like it was a competition. If Pyra had the time to do EVERYTHING in the Inn herself, they all knew she would.

“... How much better?” Pyra eventually asked, her tone downplaying the interest her flickering eyes betrayed when she glanced at Mythra.

“He made me cum,” Mythra lied. Made me fake it. Though the outward lips of her cunt were still throbbing in their soreness, the inner part of her tunnel toiled in want of the stranger’s cock, remembering how he made the traitor of a twat gush and writhe. Lifting a hand from her folding, she tucked an errant blonde lock of hair behind her ear and added, “I couldn’t keep up with him and Nia.” Because I didn’t want to be there. The stranger, she’d love to match. “It was what our wedding night should have been.”

“That’s great. I’m happy for you.”

Silence.

“Did they say anything about making it up to me? Um– I mean, us. Pneuma and I,” Pyra asked, trying to sound just curious and then quickly trying to sound just a little less curious, a little too quickly. Her red eyes touched her sister’s golden gaze before dropping back to the fabric beneath her fingers. A little hint of color tried to make the hue of her cheeks match her hair, but falled short.

Why would you want them to? Mythra wanted to ask. Their bodies were one-to-one, after all, and her pussy had clearly rejected her husband’s cock. Their minds, of course, were not. She paused, tongue dabbing over her lips before replying. “No, but they’ll bring it up to you soon,” she told Pyra, no longer going through the motions of folding and setting clean things aside. 

“Do you really think so?” Pyra asked, darting a look at her twin with scarcely-veiled hope buried near its surface. The way that her teeth nipped at her bottom lip was all too familiar to Mythra’s eyes. For all the contention between the two of them, Mythra did love her closest kin.

“Yeah,” Mythra promised, her smile more genuine, not that its warmth could clean what now stained her soul. “I think so.” Pyra beamed without looking back up, shifting her hips and footing. 

She really loves Rex, Mythra reminded herself, and in doing so she reminded herself of the jealousy she herself felt when she had front row seats to Nia and Rex going one-on-one. Pyra isn’t as competitive as I am, but… how would she feel, going through what I did? And… shit. It only happened because I was making out with Nia. After another pause, Mythra hedged her thought and spoke it with slow care. “You probably wouldn’t be able to get Nia away from him, though, and she’s going to be all over you,” the blonde bitch warned. “Are you okay with that?”

On the most pedantic level, Pyra was the only one who lost her virginity on their wedding night. It was the first time that Mythra had gotten dicked, but she had slept with Nia countless times before. After her arrival Pneuma was a frequent guest when they shared a bed. As far back as Mythra could remember, Pyra had never shown an inkling of anything past platonic interest in her own gender.

“... I think so,” Pyra spoke softly when her reply came, two folded sheets later. “You two both enjoy it, right? So it’s more than likely I do, too. Just… not quite as much. Not enough that I’ve ever wanted it on its own. As the side to something else, though, it sounds like it’d be fun. Maybe.” Almost shyly, she met Mythra’s eye and asked, “What’s it like?” she asked.

I shouldn’t risk this kind of conversation with her, but… ugh. I want her to be happy. That’s all I want. For me to be happy and… for everyone else to be happy. And for Mythra, that would mean hiding the truth from the rest of her family until the stranger moved on to his next conquest. Some woman running another failing business in Leftheria, or an unhappy housewife one Titan over. “Well… it depends,” Mythra told Pyra after chewing on her inner cheek. “When we used to sleep together without Rex, it was always… I don’t know. Sweet. Soft. A lot of closeness. Really intimate. Loving, I guess? Nia would do whatever Pneuma and I told her. We were never hard or mean to her.”

Pyra gave Mythra her full attention; there was only one thing left to fold, but she was invested in what the other Aegis sister was divulging, no longer thinking to downplay it. When Mythra said the ‘i’ and ‘l’ words, her eyes brightened up. “That’s lovely,” she murmured, and Mythra had to wonder if Pyra had ever felt those things with Rex when they got to be alone together. Really felt them, not just tricking herself into believing that his earnestness was anything less than how Rex approached everything in his life. 

“Yeah,” Mythra said, shrugging without thought. She once thought she loved being adored, but the day begged to differ. “You’d like that a lot, I think. But right now Nia is kind of…” After trailing off, Mythra lifted a hand and flopped her wrist over in a gesture. “Feral,” they both said. Pyra smiled in amusement, but Mythra only grew more serious. “Any time she finishes, she’s back to normal for a little while, but after a while she goes crazy again.” Her gesturing hand waved over her tank top. “I had to change tops because she basically ruined the other one,” she confided. “Even then, she wasn’t anything like she used to be. She was being bossy. Didn’t want to take things slow. She just wanted to go, go, go.”

Why am I exaggerating? Nia wasn’t being THAT bad. … It’s because I want her to be happy, Mythra reminded herself. There’s no way Rex will think about fucking her unless she’s put right in front of him, or she asks Nia to make it happen at the perfect moment. Even then, it’s not going to be what Pyra wants. She… shouldn’t fuck Rex again. Not until Nia finally goes back to normal. With that in mind, Mythra impulsively decided to lean further into her falsehoods. While Pyra worked those fake facts over in her head, Mythra lifted a hand and wriggled an arm to slide down one of her tank top’s straps, showing one of the places Nia left a lasting scratch on her skin. The blood had already stopped by the time she had gotten in the shower. “So, you kind of have to be careful if you go for it. She’s going to be all over you. Even when you’re kissing Rex or he’s fucking you. She’ll probably expect vice-versa, too.”

Pyra grimaced faintly, her hopes not dashed but clearly diminished. “Right.” She was so distracted by whatever was going on in her head, Mythra’s lack of bra seemed to slip her notice entirely. “Maybe I’ll just hold off if they ask me,” she said, standing straighter, as if telling herself not to let her disappointment show.

… Such a bitch. I could have just let her have that, but I didn’t. I’m such a fucking damned bitch, Mythra lamented, but it was easy for her to picture Pyra suffering through an even more awkward threesome than the one she endured. Rex’s mediocre cock aside, there was no way she’d be able to get into things once she saw how fast and wild Nia liked to go.

“Sorry,” Mythra mumbled.

“It’s fine,” her twin sister assured her, reaching to fold the last sheet.

Mythra simply watched Pyra as she finished up. One of the comments the redhead made began tugging at the corner of her mind, insistent on being addressed: You two both really enjoy it, right? So it’s more than likely I do, too.

Her brows creased slightly. If there was any merit to that… Shit. Maybe she would like the way Nia likes to fuck, after all. And if she does, then maybe– she’d like what the asshole does to me, too.  

As soon as she considered the possibility, Mythra felt a dizziness rush upon her poor head. A vivid image flashed before Mythra’s eyes, her imagination making wild jumps that almost seemed like her Foresight returning. It was as if she were peering not moments into the immediate future, but weeks if not months or years ahead. But it was just her imagination. It had to be: her Foresight wasn’t that strong, and it was long gone.

She saw herself, disgraced and humiliated but oh-so-satisfied. As she lay flat on a bed, breasts heaving with the vigor of her panting breaths, her pink core crystal glowed intensely. Thick spunk laced her face and dripped out of both her cunt and her asshole. The Mythra in the image was a thoroughly debauched bitch, and the quiver at the corner of her mouth suggested she was elated to be so.

She saw her twin sister, all her serenity and maternal instinct gone, replaced by amorous amorality. In a sharp contrast to her own disgrace in the not-vision, Pyra was on proud display, crouched low with her thighs wide, back arched and hips jutted to ensure nothing was hidden from the eyes before her. There was no trace of her being fucked, but her core crystal glowed pink just as Mythra’s did.

She saw the stranger, standing half-behind Pyra and half-over her, his spent cock and sweaty balls resting upon her head like her hair had no other purpose than to cushion his junk. He was smiling as he spoke words of praise to the redhead. And she saw–

Pyra, shaking Mythra out of it with a frown of concern that only went away when Mythra’s eyes blinked into focus on her face. “Stop daydreaming. Let’s get all this stuff put away so we can go worry about lunch.”

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Nothing on Mythra’s plate was vaguely phallic. Her breakfast sausages were at least somewhat cocklike. Wonder if that’s why I don’t have an appetite, the blonde bitch mused grumpily, the latest in her series of the bullshit excuses she kept telling herself. She absently pushed the noodles and fried vegetables around her plate, straight back to ignoring the truth of it all. 

She was stressed out of her fucking mind. Her butt hurt. Her cunt throbbed. But those weren’t the things that were keeping Mythra from eating, not really. Imagining the stranger with Pyra, involving him in their cruel affair, praising her instead of Mythra… that had rattled her. It was all in her imagination, but it felt like something destined to happen. It had left her not just tense in worry for her twin sister, but agitated and jealous towards her too.

It was just her imagination, but it felt so real in the moment. Can’t let him sweep Pyra up in this. … I don’t want him to split his focus between us if he does.

Everyone else had already finished eating and gone on. Rex and Nia had finished their fuck-a-thon and took their meal to go, leaving just the three Aegis sisters with the stranger. Though he hadn’t left her mind whatsoever, she had an easy time keeping out of the conversation, and no one tried to drag her in. Mythra had snapped at Pyra right after she came to, ruining whatever good vibes their brief chat on sex had established. Pneuma presumably presumed whatever funk Mythra was in at breakfast continued, and the stranger–

Well, he just acted as though Mythra wasn’t there. She kept expecting him to do something– to somehow reach beneath and across the table to reach under her skirt with his fingers. Or just his foot, even. I’m probably the kind of bitch that would get off to having a wingtip rubbed against my pussy.

When everyone else left, she stayed behind, back to the hallway’s entrance, still expecting something out of him. That maybe the stranger would wait until the others were occupied, then double back and bring their infidelity with him into the dining room. 

No such luck. Mythra sighed and glanced up at the clock. Fifteen minutes was more than enough time for him to show, if he were going to, and it was more than enough time for her to eat, if she were going to get hungry. Guess I’ll wrap this up for later and do the dishes, she thought, growing more glum than grumpy, starting to push up from her slump.

“That took longer than I expected it to,” the stranger said from the hallway, and Mythra stopped, halfway to her feet, heart leaping from her chest to her throat in both surprise and sudden excitement. She was almost smiling when he said, “Sit back down,” and she dropped her bruised rump down, quick to obedience.

“Ow,” Mythra grunted, the brief flash of pain putting a quicker end to the pleasentness she felt a moment before; before her mind could catch up and remember that the man her pussy was dying to be fucked by was an absolute jackass. Turning her head, she glared at him as he approached the back of her chair, the dining room door closed behind him. “Were you watching me that whole time?”

“Out of curiosity,” the stranger replied, his hands settling on her shoulders, sliding along her neck with a light touch. Without any force, just the gentle guidance of his hands, he made her look forward again. Away from him. Away from his cock, which was practically eye-level given his standing height versus her seated. “Patience is a good quality for a slut like yourself to have. But you’re not really that patient, are you? Just desperate.”

“Just standing there, staring at me… you’re a creep,” Mythra muttered. His hands slipped back down from her head and down to her shoulders, grip growing firmer. In turn, Mythra tensed up. Ignoring her comment just like he ignored her during the meal, he started to push and knead, squeeze and rub. “What… are you doing?” she asked him, tightly.

“Giving you a massage. Would you like me to stop? I will if you ask,” the stranger said, and Mythra only puffed out a breath through her nose. Her shoulders said plenty without saying anything at all; his rough, large hands knew exactly how much pressure needed to be used to rub the knots and stress out of her muscles. Pneuma had given her a massage before, but not Rex: she found herself preferring the stranger’s hands. “Why didn’t you touch your food?” he asked. “Pyra outdid herself. It’s a delicious dish.”

“... I dunno. Just wasn’t hungry,” Mythra lied. If there’s one thing he’ll never fuck out of me, it’s an admission that I’m freaking out about the thought of him doing this shit to Pyra and... not getting his entire focus. I just have to make sure he has his hands full with me.

“You need to eat. Last night will have nothing on what we’re going to do tonight, and you still have to get through the rest of the day,” the stranger promised Mythra, sending a shiver along her spine.

“Yeah, whatever. You’ve… got a nice dick,” Mythra muttered, looking at the wall across from her. She wanted barbs and venom in her voice, but his damn hands kept her tone more placid; anger was beyond her. “And you’re great at sex, but that’s all you’re going to do,” she said, as if that wasn’t what her pussy was begging for. “You’re going to fuck me again. I don’t need any energy for that. I can just lay there and let you hump away. It’s not like you deserve better. Don’t expect me to do more than the bare minimum.”

“Hmm.” The stranger paused, then let his grip loosen, sliding his fingers along to the thin straps of Mythra’s top. “Is that so? Is that what you did with Rex and Nia after leaving my room?”

“How–” Mythra stiffened and started to swivel, but he pushed down on her shoulders briefly and she stilled, falling silent, her heart racing. Was he watching? Does he have a camera in the room? Did he cut a hole? DId he–

“I have two ears, a brain and some common sense. Answer the question… no, more than that. Tell me what happened,” the stranger said, pinching the spaghetti straps and starting to pull them outward.

Mythra looked at her fork, still in hand. She looked at his hand out of the corner of her eye. A poor excuse for a weapon, but if she really wanted to, she could stab the motherfucker, who was probably literally a motherfucker. … No point to it. I’m kind of liking this, anyway, and if he just heard and guessed, I can dress up the truth a little. She dropped the fork to the side of her plate.

“You put it in Rex’s head that he needed to make up for missing our first anniversary, so… he and Nia asked me if I wanted to have sex, since it’s been a while. … Since I’ve had sex with either of them,” Mythra added quickly, not sure if he’d slide in to slap at the low-hanging fruit. He’d be insufferable if he knew why I started making out with her.

“Either of them,” the stranger repeated. “Was that a slip of your tongue, or are you bisexual? I guessed you were all straight, but I suppose there’s plenty of pussy to go around for your pussy cat.” 

Mythra pursed her lips and crossed her arms beneath her bosom. The stranger chuckled, taking his answer from her silence. “Go on,” he invited her, like his leverage over her didn’t make his questions an interrogation. “Tell your story.”

“There’s not much else to say. We had sex. It was pretty good,” Mythra lied, as flatly as she could.

“Don’t be so stingy over the details, Mythra. It’s not like you have anything left to hide from me,” the stranger reminded her, his voice harboring a hint of smug arrogance it did not seem to have the previous night. Led by his fingers, the spaghetti straps of her top finally began to slip down over her shoulders and along her biceps. Mythra held her tongue for a second longer, nipping at it with her teeth as she looked down at herself. Beneath the green gleam of her core crystals, her breasts were now uncovered, glorious and proud, nipples refusing to back down from full alert.

Just enough of the truth to keep him happy. “He fucked Nia while she was standing. One leg cocked up, leaning back against me while I held her. We kissed, then I gave Rex a blowjob while Nia held him–”

“Did you, now? I trust he didn’t make any… biting remarks as to your skill,” the stranger said, with a pause that was all too deliberate. Even with his hands rubbing soothingly along her arms, Mythra found herself growing stiff again. The shame of that moment returned fully. Her eyes began to water, though she kept any tears from spilling over: her cunt was already flowing with wetworks, but it twitched with a special delight at the reminder of her ineptitude.

“... You could have told me what I did wrong instead of just saying I’m terrible at it,” Mythra mumbled.

“It wasn’t a big deal to me, and I think learning things the hard way will be more enjoyable for you.” His hands slipped further down her biceps, working over her forearms on a steady path towards her wrists. She didn’t try to keep up the pretense of having them folded. “I’m sorry for interrupting. Please, continue.”

“... Nia sucked his cock. She rode him facing me while I…” Don’t say masturbate. Anything but masturbate. “While I watched. After he got off, she walked over to kiss me and play with my pussy before Rex started to fuck me on the bed. After a while, I came, hung around for a bit, and then I left.”

The stranger guided Mythra’s hands to her breasts, guiding them to squeeze, to dig her nails in firmly but not sharply. Her breathing deepened as she glanced down at his hands, seeing again how much larger and rougher they were compared to her own. Fondling herself without a need for further instruction, she watched closely as his hands descended further. She felt him lean down and over her to reach the hem of her miniskirt, his aftershave flowing its masculine scent to her nose.

Without a word, he began to pull the skirt’s hem up. Just the littlest tug, and they could both see her mound: outrageously swollen and wet as a river. “Does this look like a satisfied pussy to you?” the stranger wondered quietly. “It looks sad to me.”

He can tell when I’m lying. He’s just letting me leave some details out, isn’t he? “... No,” she answered reluctantly, her left breast turning into a stress ball beneath her clawing fingers. “It’s not. It belongs to some terrible, cheating bitch who didn’t cum when her best friend and husband decided to throw her a bone,” she said, more honest to her own truth.

“How many times have you masturbated today?” the stranger asked, his hands resting on her thighs, refusing to go any nearer to her dick-craving cockslot.

He won’t believe me if I tell him I got this swollen with just my fingers, Mythra thought with a grimace, before mumbling, “Does it count if it was while I was with them?”

“No,” the stranger decided. “Exceptions can be made for exceptional circumstances.”

“Then… just once.” Mythra wet her lips with an anxious drag of her tongue. He had made the consequences of disobedience clear to her, but it didn’t feel real. Her body began to tremble, but she felt almost as if it was happening to another person. “When I went back to my room to clean up. I used the showerhead and…” She trailed off, not wanting to say the rest. It was already obvious she had failed to achieve her goal.

“Good girl,” the stranger told Mythra after a moment. His fingers brushed her mini-skirt back over her cunt, and he began to pull back from his lean, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Since you confessed, I’ll be lenient. You won’t lie to me again, will you?” he asked as Mythra sagged with relief.

“... No. I’ll behave,” Mythra mumbled, against her pussy’s biased urgings otherwise. “... Sorry.” What a stupid thing to almost ruin my life and marriage over. And I didn’t even cum. I’m so fucking… ugh.

“You’re still going to be punished for this tonight. For this and the other thing you did,” he added, his voice firm but not without some humor to it. His hands slowly ran along her hair and her face, stroking and caressing– treating her like she was his docile pet, because that was exactly what he had ensured she would be. “But you’re going to be a good girl and take your punishment without complaint, aren’t you, Mythra? Because you’re the Aegis.”

“No,” Mythra closed her eyes as she reminded him of what he had told her, “Because I’m an infidelity-loving whore.” And because this is what I need to do to keep everyone happy, myself included. … Such a fucking bitch. Although he didn’t say anything to her, two of his fingers drew along her cheek and towards the corner of her mouth, seeking to slip inside and remind her tongue who owned it. She kept playing with her tits while she suckled, only letting her hands fall away when he withdrew his from her whore’s mouth.

“When and how will I see you tonight?” he asked.

“When everyone else is asleep. I’ll be naked, wearing only stockings and heels. And I’ll be bringing all my panties with me,” Mythra murmured softly.

“Good girl,” the stranger praised her one last time, drawing his hand along her ponytail before taking a step back. “Are you going to eat your lunch?”

“... Yeah,” Mythra murmured again, reaching for her fork. The stir fry had cooled, but she never minded eating that sort of thing; heat was more Pyra’s thing. She stabbed into a vegetable, pausing only when the stranger spoke behind her.

“You should apologize to your sisters for the way you’ve acted towards them today,” he told her. This time, he didn’t stop her from looking back at him. “That’s not an order or something I’ll punish you for not doing. Just a piece of advice. Treasure your sisters. Family is important. Don’t take your loved ones for granted,” he said, twisting his wedding ring around his finger.

“... Okay, I’ll think about it,” Mythra promised him, turning back towards her food. He left without a word.

Later that afternoon, she did both. Neither Pyra nor Pneuma receive a satisfactory explanation as to what had her so agitated that morning, but they were both used to Mythra’s moods and difficulty expressing herself. Pyra seemed to appreciate the apology all the same. 

Pneuma wasn’t bothered at all in the first place. She turned the conversation towards how good the sex was, a question that startled Mythra and had her stammering until Pneuma calmly reminded her that she had ears, a brain and common sense. The green-haired Aegis sister giggled amusedly to herself as Mythra recounted a similar tale to the one that she had told Pyra, rolling her eyes by the end of it. Afterwards, they discussed a bit about the offer that the stranger– Pneuma called him Guy, like everyone else did. It wasn’t something Mythra would normally be interested in, but she was curious and wanted to make sure she hadn’t been fucked stupid when he fucked her stupid.

It all checked out. Pneuma was excited for their future redeemed, this finances no longer uncertain with his backing. There were some things in the contract that she wanted to negotiate, but– that was all stuff that Mythra tuned out. The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully. Nia and Rex even got back in time to have dinner with them all, the former fucked recently to keep it together for twenty minutes. She was dragging Rex out before Pyra could serve what used to be her favorite dessert.

Mythra didn’t touch a drop of wine, trying to keep herself cool despite the return of her anxiety and worry. Her earlier calmness could never have lasted, and she didn’t want to be drunk for what happened: she didn’t want to forget what he did to her, and what he made her do. When Pyra called it a night, Mythra did too, giving herself a chance to get ready while waiting for Pneuma to hit the hay as well.

She had some important choices to make.

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So many important choices.

Do I seriously go through with this? Do I go to him and beg for him to stop? Do I go to one of my sisters, or Rex and Nia, and ask for help? Do I hide a knife behind my back and threaten him when I go back? Mythra’s head felt like it was swimming; she had so many options, so many different paths forward. And yet…

Those are the things I should be thinking about, Mythra thought, gazing at her nude body in her vanity table’s mirror once more. Both of her hands held hangers, sleek and scandalous dresses meant for Rex running down them. Like the dress she had worn the previous night, each one was a risque thing, meant to be put on only to be soon taken off thereafter. The amount of skin the dresses showed made them grossly inappropriate for wearing in public. Not this. She moved one dress in front of herself, picturing how it would look if she were to try and slip her slim yet stacked body into the silky material. How did I get to be this way? I guess it’s just the way that I’ve always been.

“You’re a bitch, Mythra,” the blonde Blade reiterated to herself in a murmur, as she had so many other times that day. “A selfish, attention-craving bitch.” She lowered the red dress away from her skin to next compare how the innocent white of her alternative option would look. “... And stupid, too,” she muttered more sourly, lowering both hangers and setting her lips in a frown. The stranger had been very clear with her, and she had repeated back his orders no less than three times: she was to show up naked, but for heels and stockings. Clean. Made-up.

And yet I’ve gotten it in my head that he’ll like it more if I show up wearing actual clothing. Like he doesn’t have me wrapped around his finger already, Mythra grimaced, then turned around, padding barefoot over to her walk-in closet to put the dresses back up. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why? It’ll just make things worse for me. She’d been going back and forth over it for an hour now; Pneuma was taking her sweet-ass time in going to bed. When she left her green-haired sister with the stranger, they had been starting to talk business– nothing that Mythra had much of an interest in, but prone to drag on.

Maybe I’m just spinning wheels. I’ve got time to kill. Mythra glanced over to the side of the closet dominated by a long shelf of footwear, each pair a treasured possession of hers. It constituted her share of the Aegis Inn’s early success; perhaps if she hadn’t splurged so much money on things she wore so seldomly, they would have had enough money laying around to weather the bad business. Perhaps not. Mythra chewed at her bottom lip briefly, then shrugged to herself and stepped back out of the closet, heading across the room.

Is three showers in one day too many? Mythra passed into the washroom without slowing. I don’t care if it is. I’m a filthy, rotten whore but he wants me clean, so. The hot water raining down on her and the steamy air filling the shower stall proved no more cleansing than the last time. Her fair skin was flush with its warmth even after she finished toweling off, but it didn’t scrub away any of the day’s realizations. It just reinforced what the stranger had already taught her again and again and again: The reason I was thinking about dresses is because I want him to go harder. He was right about me wanting things the hard way.

Whether or not she went to him that night or tried to avoid it was never a choice at all. Every idea I’ve had about trying to get out of this was just bullshitting myself, Mythra thought as she left the washroom, returning to the vanity table. There she finally perched upon the chair, letting out a little puff of air and gazing at her almost forlorn expression, torn between the competing forces of heartache and unsavory, sinful excitement. Or figuring out ways to make everything worse. I just need to accept that this is a thing that’s going to happen. The Aegis shouldn’t be slouching.

She raised her shoulders and fixed her posture, her breasts raising and falling with a deep breath. … or cheating on her husband, Mythra noted, her inner voice more drab than the confidence she projected upon her reflected visage. Try as she might, without him there with her, egging her on to be her worst self, Mythra couldn’t commit herself fully to the immorality she had found herself in. Fuck. Maybe Pneuma will keep him busy all night with boring contract talk, and he’ll put this off. Yeah, that would be nice. Though Mythra found herself laughing at the thought, her heart wasn’t with it– nor was her pussy.

It cut off quickly as her cursed imagination struck again, once more with vivid clarity of a now-impossible Foresight vision. In it, Mythra saw Pneuma keeping the stranger busy with not-so-boring contract talk. All the details were neatly inked out across the eldest Aegis sister’s back, her skin treated like paper. She knelt before him, naked, her hair out of its typical ponytail and left hanging along her front, ensuring a clear view of even the fine print scrawled across the small of Pneuma’s back. Where the signed contract called for a signature, there was no signed name: only two stretched-out and twitching holes, one much more so than the other. Both leaked with the stranger’s cum. 

The ‘talk’ coming out of Pneuma’s head was loud, sloppy, her hands reached behind the stranger to grip his ass as she relentlessly fucked her face on his cock– a degree of autonomy that Mythra’s pussy pulsated with jealousy over. Though Pneuma was keeping him busy, the other two Aegis sisters were not left wanting: he had his thick-muscled arms around them both, holding them close to his side. Both the twins were as naked as Pneuma was, though neither quite as well-fucked as she was. A combination of feminine arousal and masculine spunk glazed Mythra’s face, half-hiding the envy with which she stared down at Pneuma. Only Pyra’s pussy was well-plunged from his prick. Their hands roamed and grazed over his musculature with admiration and lustful affection; his, in turn, played with their cunts leisurely. 

It was just a brief image, but Mythra intrinsically knew some of the details attached to it. The stranger was withholding an orgasm from her, but he allowed Pyra to cum as she pleased upon her fingers. When he wasn’t firmly reaffirming to Mythra what kind of woman she was, his mouth would be lavishing Pneuma with praise or giving loving kisses to the redhead opposite of her. That night, Mythra tried to steal Pneuma’s special moment– and in doing so, she had ensured that the stranger would punish her, the kind of punishment with no reward hidden within it. 

When it passed and she was back in her own skin, she was moaning with unhappiness. Fuck. Where is this even coming from? Mythra shook her head quickly to dispel it, lifting her hands to clap on her cheeks lightly. Focus, you dumb bitch. Focus. It took a few long minutes for her to get out of the bitter envy– and to get out of her sudden need to get up, get out of her room and run down the hall to make sure Pneuma wasn’t blowing the stranger. There was still a trace of it tucked away inside her when she finally began to doll herself up, in a similar style to how she had done her make-up yesterday.

For her second go-around in bed with the stranger, however, she took a heavier hand. There was no pretense now, no trying to stupidly prove to her sisters that she wasn’t an attention slut by being an attention slut. She was a slut. His slut, and he was expecting her to look the part. The dark lines of her eyeliner and mascara were made thicker, and the green of her eyeshadow less than subtle. Mythra dithered over applying stick or gloss to her lips, and in the end decided to go with the former, half-driven by the desire to leave a mark on his body– a largely unnecessary claim to his flesh, despite how unlikely it was another woman would see it before he washed himself. 

Mythra had all sorts of options. Most of the lipstick had gone untouched since Nia’s heats began, but she found the reddest of the lot, one that would match her aroused cunt’s whorish flush. A bit of blush… she checked herself over for anything unsightly that might need to be covered up with foundation, but of course there was nothing. Save the now-dark bruises on her bottom when she stood and took a turn to inspect her backside over one shoulder, but Mythra figured the stranger would want to see them. Once she was satisfied that she was caked-up like a politician’s mistress, the blonde Blade went over her green-painted nails. They were slightly chipped in a few places from all the clawing she had done, but a fresh coat fixed that.

She dithered again over her jewelry collection; he hadn’t said anything about wearing accessories, but he also hadn’t said not to wear them. Despite not knowing whether or not she wanted to decorate herself for beauty’s sake or risk more punishment, she decided to put on the earrings from last night, pairing them with a matching bangle bracelet on one wrist. That just left the actual clothing she was entitled to: she went with sleek ivory white thigh-highs and jade green pumps. Not the one-inch heels she wore once or twice a month (which was often, relative to the scale of her collection) but the excessive, five inch fuck-mes that she had never worn, yet to be broken in.

Her feet would not be thanking her, but Mythra hoped he would approve. I should put some garters on with these. No way in hell that they’ll stay on once he starts… doing stuff, she thought to herself as she tugged at the elastic tops of the thigh-highs until she was pleased with the amount of squish they produced. But I guess those will probably count as underwear to him, and he wants everything but the stockings I’m wearing in a bag… right, I should do that.

The small fortune Mythra had spent in leg-hugging and crotch-lining silk garments didn’t even fill half of the tote bag she dug out of her closet. Depressing. I really hope he doesn’t do what I think he’s going to do with these, she thought, biting her bottom lip as she looked down at it. Should I leave some…? No. I’d end up blurting it out if he asked me, and I don’t want to know what he’ll do if I keep pushing my luck. She grimaced. Whatever. That just leaves my hair. Will he be expecting something special?

Probably not. Mythra began brushing it to a silky, shiny gleam. And I’ll be all here night if I try to do something without Pneuma or Pyra helping me. Rather than leave it entirely loose, she tied off the last few inches with a green ribbon, forming a lovely golden sheet down along her back that tapered into a little tail. It’d be easy for him to pull if he decided to, and she hoped he would. Easy to undo if he wanted it wild and free, too. “I’d fuck myself. And he’s definitely going to fuck me,” Mythra told her reflection after a moment’s study, satisfied with her appearance.

It only took a few seconds for that satisfaction to curdle, turned to a reason for shame as she reminded herself what she was doing. Her lewd, clenching cunt kept it from going entirely to self-loathing, still intoxicated by the memory and promise of the cock that could make her cum so very hard, and so very much. The rising volume of Nia and Rex getting down to business just a couple rooms away added a flutter to it, even though Mythra had no particular desire to revisit them.

“Seven times,” Mythra murmured to herself, laying a hand over her abdomen and lowering her eyes to gaze at her reflected pussy: so horny and wet, but having at last lost some of its swell. It almost resembled the tiny, tucked-in fuckslit she was otherwise always so proud of. I hope he cums eight times tonight. Not even counting this morning.

With nothing else left to do, Mythra turned and walked towards the door. Her feet begged for her to rethink her shoes, but she refused to spare them from their pain. Cracking it open and peeking out, she double-checked Pneuma’s door to make sure it was closed. The green-haired Aegis sister was quiet when she traversed the Inn, but whether or not she was in her room, she left its door open unless she didn’t want to be disturbed. That meant she was gone to sleep, or close enough to it for the stranger’s purposes.

She waited a moment, glancing the other way down the hall just to make sure Pyra wasn’t slipping out for a glass of water, then stepped out and started to click-click-click her way down the hallway. After the first few loud steps, Mythra found herself wanting to break into a run rather than risk getting caught, but the knowledge that such would only attract the attention she wanted to avoid kept her from doing so. With her cheeks burning, she made a feeble effort to make herself less conspicuous: the tote slung over her shoulder tugged to cover her slippery sex from the front. A hand low between her ass’ cheeks behind, and the other stationed to try and obscure her tits and nipples in tandem with its forearm. 

Though she failed to hide more than her crotch up front, Mythra made it to the door without incident. She had expected to find it open so that she could slip inside unobtrusively, but the stranger had left it closed. The ‘do not disturb’ sign hanging from its knob, she knew, was not for her. … Asshole, she thought to herself, glancing over her shoulder as she stepped up to turn the knob and open up.

It was locked. “... Oh, you asshole,” she whispered to herself more irritatedly, glancing quickly up and down the hall before knocking softly as she dared. Then, swaying on those too-tall heels, she waited for him to open up. And he indeed made her wait; she could hear him move around within the room, simply taking his time. Well before he reached the door to open it, a faint thrum of classical music began to slip out from under the door; at some point during the day, the stranger had slipped out to do some shopping. That must have come from one of his purchases.

When he began to open it from the other side, Mythra stopped checking her flanks to glare up at him and give him a piece of her mind, already taking her first step forward to hurry inside while she did so. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, wearing a cool-faced expression and much more than Mythra beyond that. The stranger looked the part of a business professional, and one who had successfully transitioned into thriving finances from their former work as a merc. The last time that Mythra had seen Rex wearing anything remotely close to that had been at their wedding, and the jerk hadn’t put on his tie right. He’d been half-choking from its tightness during their vows.

“Bag,” he said before Mythra could verbally unload, extending his other hand. The other one squeezed on her shoulder, silently asserting himself over her and reminding her of her place in their relationship. And of his size, too– even wearing those five-inch feet killers, Mythra was so much smaller than he was.

Biting back the passive-aggressive response that came to mind, Mythra quickly slipped the tote off her other shoulder and thrusted it towards him. The hand formerly covering her pussy from behind slipped up front to cover over her crotch, and as he took the canvas tote stuffed full of her underwear she glanced either way down the hall again. “It’s all there, I promise, so let me in,” she said quickly, in a hush. “Before someone catches us.”

The stranger met Mythra’s eyes without a change in his expression, then discarded the bag behind himself without bothering to check its contents. “Why are you here, dressed the way that you are?” he asked her. Unlike Mythra, he made no effort to lower his voice.

“Because you told me to come here dressed this way, obviously,” Mythra snipped back, making herself even smaller with a tuck-in of her shoulders and a bend to her back. She started forward again, her now-stressing mind relieved when his hand relented from her shoulder.

She squawked in high-pitched surprise when he instead grabbed her hips and lifted her right off the floor, legs giving a futile little kick against him. Unaffected by the bump of her shoe against his knee, the stranger stepped out of the doorway and set Mythra down again, right in the middle of the hallway. “What are you doing?!” she asked in a quick hiss, a harsh and fearful whisper. Once again, his well-controlled expression did not change. Only the position of his hands did, skimming up along Mythra’s sides until they slipped inward and alongside her breasts. Ignoring them, one of his hands centered on her chest above her core crystal, a slip away from seizing her throat. “I’m here for you to fuck me, so let’s hurry up and get this over with,” she started to sputter out.

Before Mythra could finish saying those words, his other hand left her body– and then returned in a short, sharp crack against her cheek that left her shocked and silent, cheek stinging. She sucked in one astonished breath, then made no other sound, staring up at the stranger with wide eyes. Despite all the fighting she had done, Mythra had never been slapped before. Not across the face. What?

She didn’t understand what had been done to her right away, but she did feel its effects keenly. It was more than just the sting on her cheek; the slap was only barely that, not even an eighth as strong as it could have been. The shock hid the indignity she felt until it passed, but her gluttonous puss was already quivering from it, drinking deep of the reminder that Mythra had no reason to be proud before this terrifying man. Her forearms raised for balance, hands half-curled in fists.

“Why are you here, dressed the way you are?” the stranger demanded a second time, his eyes locked down on hers, so intent and focused that Mythra felt as if his gaze was drilling into the window to her soul; his words were a test to see what he would find past the gold depths of her own eyes.

Mythra swallowed softly, still feeling the daze inflicted upon her with that sting. The words came easily, thoughtlessly, without anything standing in their way. He had made her acknowledge it so many times throughout the day, and she had been reminding herself all evening. “Because… I’m your bitch. I’m your slut, and this is where and how you wanted me to be,” she whispered, her voice beginning to tremble towards the end as the fear of someone walking out of their rooms to discover them returned.

“Why are you my bitch? Why are you my slut?” the stranger asked.

“Because you made me this way,” Mythra answered quickly, quietly, uncomfortably squirming in place and darting her eyes up and down along the hall again. They managed three panicked glances in either direction before his fingers made contact with her cheek again, cracking her open to allow her to answer honestly in her shock after a yelp. “Because– I threw myself at you. Because I needed your dick,” she rushed out, “because I’ve always been this way, because it’s who I am, because–”

He quieted her again. Not with a third slap, but with his fingers pushing up and squeezing around her throat, just enough to leave her wide-eyed, panting in breathy rasps. “That’s better,” the stranger said to her, still not bothering to lower his voice. Either utterly confident no one would leave their room or completely uncaring that someone might, he stepped further into the hall, his hand pushing Mythra back with stumbling steps until her rump hit the wall opposite of his bedroom door, followed by her back flattening against it. She grunted, her heart racing, pounding in her chest and audibly thumping in her ears.  “But not good enough. What would your husband think? Doesn’t he satisfy you?”

For a moment, Mythra stared up at the stranger. Her hips squirmed in time with her pussy’s hopeful twitch and quiver, and her knees parted by degrees, unconsciously preparing to present him an offering. “I don’t care,” she told him with shameful honesty, tears once more beginning to form in her eyes at the admission. “He doesn’t pay enough attention to me. He can’t get me off. He’s not good enough for me. And… that’s why… I’m cheating on him with you. That’s why I’m here, dressed like this,” she mumbled.

At that moment, her heart finally broke. Being split asunder did not make it pound any less thunderously; the twist and queasiness of the infidelious dagger stabbing her gut did not lessen her cunt’s wetness. Mythra blinked quickly to try and push them back and keep them off her cheeks. “C-can we… go in now?” she asked, to which the stranger simply shook his head. No longer was he meeting her eye. Her admission seemed to serve as the permission he did not require to begin appreciating her nude, shaking form.

“Please,” Mythra begged, her raw voice pitiable, heartstring-tugging. “I don’t want anyone to see us,” she uttered softly. She didn’t want to inflict her heartbreak on the others. Still, the stranger said nothing. Keeping his grip on Mythra’s neck, he lowered his head. She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back against the wall, nearly assuaged by what seemed to be an encroaching kiss: something that would soothe her through the tormenting emotions he was putting her through.

He ignored her mouth. Still keeping her breath impaired, the stranger brought his lips down to one of Mythra’s impossibly perfect natural tits. The feeling of his beard brushing along the sensitive flesh of her breast caught her breath, before his lips and tongue finding her erect nipple stole it away from her in a throaty moan. That was another thing that Rex had never done to her: once he knew what fat tits were really meant for, the stupid sod had stopped appreciating them as much. Always claimed he felt a bit weird about the possibility of milk coming out, even when the Aegis girls made it clear that probably wasn’t going to happen without a baby in one of them– and that itself seemed like it was never going to happen.

“Fuck,” Mythra whimpered wantonly. Sensitive and neglected as long as her cunt and clit, her excitable nipple quickly stiffened to its true peak, giving the stranger something to seal his lips around while his tongue teased over it. An occasional rough nip and mean tug of his teeth only added to Mythra’s shameful delight in his attention. Each one was just a little bit more malicious than the last, probing for the telling hints of discomfort and pain in her voice.  Although he ignored her other breast, its pink tip perked to match its sister.

When her thighs parted further, the stranger finally took the unspoken invitation that Mythra unconsciously offered; his other hand settled flat on her belly and slipped down, briefly cupping the whole of her pussy’s mound in a possessive clutch. The blonde bitch squirmed her hips with impatient lust until he gave another soft slap against her skin, abusing her most delicate part. “Ow, ohh, ohhh,” she whined out, the pain resulting in a quick tensing and body jolting shudder. But her pussy didn’t reject it any more than the crack across her face. A few more little strikes against her sodden, swollen snatch’s outer lips finally sent her gathered tears spilling down her cheeks, passing by her parted lips.

Mythra’s hands abandoned the notion of helping maintain her personal balance to depend fully on the stranger’s, grabbing at his lowered shoulders and clawing into his shoulders with reckless savagery. “D-don’t do it here,” her mouth pleaded falsely, legs practically splayed wide for him now in more honest desire. As if in response, his mouth moved from her nipple to the side of her tit, growing all the rougher between kisses and bites. The short but potent sucks against her skin threatened to make lasting marks on her skin; marks she would not be able to explain away.

In the face of finally getting what she had been dying for all day, it mattered as much to Mythra as their severe risk of being caught: it did not matter at all. As the stranger’s fingers began to play with her pussy, he proved to be just as gentle and tender as he had been with every other touch, which was not at all. The heel of his hand grinded roughly on her clit, wet enough to make even sandpaper slippery against it. His fingers pushed inside her slit without delicacy, coaxing in a gesture that left Mythra’s toes curling tight. “P-p-puhleaseeee,” she pleaded through an uncomfortable yet amorous groan, over the lurid noises her pussy made amidst his frigging.

“Cover your mouth, or I’ll make sure everyone comes running to see why you’re screaming,” the stranger growled quietly against her breast, his lover’s mark completed, only now needing time to mature.

Don’t care, yet Mythra cared that he told her to do it. She released one half of her clutch on his back, a half-curled palm slapping quickly over her mouth. As he returned his lips to her nipple, suckle-kiss-bite, his fingers pressed deep inside her pussy, finding one little spot in particular along the clenching and shivering pink walls. As he pushed his digits against it and focused them there, Mythra found herself quickly losing what control she had over herself, if she indeed had any since leaving her bedroom. Her knees seemed to lose all rigidity, but the stranger’s hand kept her throat clutched and the back of her neck to the wall kept her upright. Clumsy bucks and rolls of her hips tried to fuck back against his hand ineffectually. Though her hand muffled her quickened breath, the rapid pumping of her lungs paired with her twisting torso led to her breasts swaying back and forth with uneven rhythm.

Gonna… cum… gonna cum gonna cum… gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum! Mythra couldn’t speak the words, even if her hand were to leave her mouth: the only noise she could make was something befitting a day of built-up expectations. The expectations and lewd hope inside her was well beyond what had left her and the others so excited for their wedding day. She opened her eyes to take one look down at the back of the stranger’s head. Through how blurry the streaming tears left her eyes, he could have been mistaken for her husband– but the fact that he wasn’t was what was making it so good that she was crying, in the first place.

Then her eyelids began to flicker before the balls themselves rolled back, and Mythra got what the stranger had promised her. 

She came. 

Her hand was far from enough of a muffler to keep it a secret. The wail that came with her release lifted high and desperate, only tapering once the height of the moment met what she needed out of it and it all crashed down around her. All of her writhing and shaking intensified, and for a moment she may as well have been Nia: feral and mindless beyond a need for sex that kept her hips moving The peak prior to her orgasm’s tapering coincided with the moment the stranger pulled his fingers away from her. Though each of her previous falls to the stranger’s skills was a wet mess, he now pushed her to something new. Her first time properly squirting came complete with kicking legs and stomping feet, when they weren’t just limp and shuddering beneath Mythra.

Too distracted, the blonde bitch missed a few things that the stranger noted. Two fainter, startled and squealing cries followed up on Mythra’s own with uncanny timing, creating a debaucherous harmony. It was something worth stopping for, if only to listen for a moment and make sure there wasn’t a new risk at play. 

He didn’t.

Overwhelmed and shuddering, unsure of what had happened to her besides how miraculous it felt, Mythra only returned to proper awareness of her surroundings when the stranger pushed her fingers out of the way and pressed his mouth down against hers. Still quivering in the aftershocks of her spraying gush, she gave herself over to the kiss thoughtlessly and without delay, welcoming his aggressive tongue. He still had her pinned against the wall, but now his hand hiked one of her legs up, higher than his hip. A second later, she could feel his cock pushing in against her twitchy twat.

Wwwwwait, give me a minute, let me get over this one before you give me another, Mythra wanted to moan into his mouth, but she didn’t know if the futile squirm of her hips was to get that minute or get his dick inside her. It didn’t matter how tight she was. Her arousal was such that one thrust was all he needed to bury himself halfway inside her, and paired with her inexperience, her vulnerability to what immoral joy offered her body was still far too much for her to handle.

Especially with him fucking her the way Rex had jammed his cock into Nia, to start. His deliberate choice there was not lost on her, though the wall was a poor substitute for a short, busty blonde holding her up. Even so, Mythra knew she was receiving something far beyond what Nia enjoyed courtesy of their hubby. Mythra’s arms slid up and hugged tight around the stranger’s neck amidst their kissing, her fingers curling and her nails carving down along his back, trying and failing to cut through his jacket and the shirt beneath it. Her raised leg tried to mimic the over-and-behind the hip hook that Nia did so effortlessly, but she did not possess half the flexibility of the Gormotti-presenting Flesh Eater. Mostly, her leg bounced, tensing and untensing while her foot kicked, whenever her ankle wasn’t twisting or her toes were trying to point here-or-there.

He made her mouth feel like it belonged to him, and him alone. The violation of her mouth’s marital sanctity went well beyond just play with his tongue. Mythra’s pouty bottom lip, so often nipped and teased by her own teeth, was bitten and tugged by his, suckled and lapped-over. Past it, whenever his tongue grew bored of dominating hers in its home territory, he explored the nooks and crannies and crevices within her sweet mouth. Under her tongue, along the sides of her teeth, behind her upper lip. It was nothing that his fingers had not already done to the blonde bitch, but it was far more intimate, personal.

And yet careless, too. Even though Mythra was the receiving bitch in both kisses, it wasn’t anything like the tongue filled liplock she shared with Nia during the threesome with Rex. Although Nia had been driven by greedy lust, she made sure that Mythra enjoyed the kiss. Here, the stranger just knew Mythra would enjoy the kiss: that there was nothing he could do to the self-admitted slutty bitch that would turn her off. Without a word, he reasserted that fact to Mythra over and over again. She was his slut, she was his bitch, she was his fuck toy, she was his period.

Deep in her gut, Mythra felt reprehensible, like the worst sort of woman but the feeling of his cock continually driving up through her squeezing snatch drowned all of that out. The slickness lining her cunt continued to flow and build, and as she found release courtesy of his cock it only grew wetter. Stuffed full of his cock, none of the orgasms she suffered blissfully through resulted in another unseasonal storm, only thicker and creamier fluids staining his shaft. He did not give her an opportunity to look down between their bodies and admire the smear of their combined filth across his cock.

The kiss carried on. Too long, almost, and then too long indeed. Mythra tried to pull away from it when her head grew light and dizzy, but with her back to the wall, she had nowhere to go. Perhaps that was why he pulled his hand away from her throat and finally let her pump air unrestricted through her nostrils– or perhaps he just wanted to free his hand to maul at the breast he had left neglected prior. Unlike Nia or Pneuma’s hands, he was able to clasp so damn much of her hefty tit at once, and the forceful discourtesy with which he squeezed it sent spastic undulations through her spine, starting off another orgasm on its own merit.

When he released it and slapped the innocent mammary, she came again with a muffled, breathless yowl. She kept cumming. There just wasn’t anything else that she could do, not even maintain the clinging of her arms around him: they just draped loosely over his shoulders after a point, tightening and quivering whenever a fresh release threatened to destroy everything that made Mythra into who she was. 

And just when Mythra thought she could take no more, that he could do no more to her– the pumping of his hips started to come harder, faster, jabbing his dick deep within her. Not to the very depths of her shallow snatch, but close enough that even through the mind-melting haze of lust she tensed in anticipation of her cervix being given an uncomfortable crown-first greeting. Her hands patted weakly at his bag, pleading again but wordless. She wanted a moment of respite, but she frankly didn’t give a shit that there was no way he was going to give her one: continuing to get fucked was just as good.

A few moments after he intensified his rut, the kiss broke. Mythra alternated between harsh panting, yipping squeaks and ragged groans, not one of them a loud noise. Though his mouth left Mythra’s, it soon returned to her body, just a tad lower and to the side. Her out-of-focus eyes opened to stare down at the back of his brown-haired head. He had latched upon her neck now, not her tit, and with stamina still to spare he began giving her a second hickey with twice the ferocity of the first; the blonde bitch could only watch it for a few seconds before her eyes once again started to roll back, heralding the intense shudder that preceded another potent orgasm.

With that orgasm came something new. A tiny seed of gratification of a different sort, less than rational, not as simple as ‘dick good, pussy happy’. It was envy, finally satiated, finally fading. She was getting fucked like Nia had been, but she was having one hell of a better time than Nia did, even if she didn’t love the asshole blackmailing her into this. Mythra’s favorite lady in all of Alrest only came when Rex nutted in her, while she had already came multiple times in the same act.

It seared her mind white. In that whiteness, Mythra’s imagination attacked again– it had to be that. 

There was no way that the power of Foresight was returning to her through infidelity. The vision that came to her was shockingly lucid and detailed, and though she only saw it for a moment, it was burned into her memory with her orgasm. Like all the others, it centered on the stranger, naked and proud in the midst of his conquest. All the Aegis girls were pressed close to him, their green core crystals turned pink, with each one of them given a different duty by his commands.

Pneuma stood at his side, her arms twined around him and her hands exploring his body reverently while he kissed her. The twins knelt before and behind him, almost hugging his legs, heavenly breasts squeezed close to them. Pyra kissed his buttocks with loving affection, more devoted to his hindquarters than her husband. Her hands were behind Mythra’s head, however, keeping the blonde bitch’s face pushed up and into his scrotum. Mythra herself was trying to catch them with her tongue or lips for similar worship, but the stranger’s thrusts were resulting in his sweaty sack just slapping against and along her face, much to her teary-eyed frustration. Only Mythra was in any way restrained, handcuffs keeping her hands locked behind his knees, unable to participate beyond what Pyra’s hands enabled.

In such a position, the fair thing would have been for Mythra to be getting her throat destroyed by the stranger’s cock. The only woman who had the privilege of getting slammed by his prick that day was Nia, however. He bore her weight easily, hands clasping her ass while her legs were hooked up over his shoulders, given no other support beyond the cling around his neck. With her head tucked in close to his collarbone, Nia kissed and licked at his skin feverently. Her core crystal had turned the same pink as the Aegis sister’s, and she seemed– not just feral or satiated. In Mythra’s brief vision, the stranger’s cock had given Nia back her sanity. The cum in her womb had put an end to her heat. It was–

Over. Another rough thrust, and the thick white ropes built up and held back within the stranger were finally let loose. What snapped Mythra out of the vision was not the sensation of him cumming inside her, but his deliberate slip out of her. She felt a few wayward shots of it brush against her ass, clinging but only to drip all the more slowly to the floor beneath her. Even through her mind’s hazy hedony, Mythra felt a hint of anguish at his decision against filling her. “Wanted that,” she slurred out in weak protest, hips giving a weak roll as if to try and bring him back into her.

“Oh, you’re still going to get it, you cheating slut,” the stranger promised her in a low growl, sending a different sort of shudder along Mythra’s spine. Even though he had nutted, she heard no satiation in his voice– she heard no sign that things were about to wind down, or that he would take it any easier on her in the coming moments for it. Still she groaned pitifully, forlorn yet spent, unable and unaware of how she might get more of him.

And then he dropped her. He lowered her a bit first, but he still dropped her to the knees, where she only just barely caught herself on her hands with a soft grunt of surprise. The fall was not enough to pull her out of the daze he had put her in, but what came next jarred her out of it. It was almost enough to drag her out of her debauchery-welcoming frame of mind altogether; he squatted down and she glanced up with blurry golden eyes, seeing first his cock at-level with her face and mouth. Is he going to fuck my face…? Her gaping cunt tried to squeeze shut in celebration of the possibility, which seemed only stronger when he grabbed her hair.

Instead of pulling her forward and impaling her mouth on the spot, however, the stranger pushed Mythra’s face down. “Clean up your mess. We don’t want anyone to slip and fall if they get up to visit the kitchen for a late night snack,” he told the blonde bitch coolly, forcing her lips to the floor, pressing it to the wetness her pussy squirted out.

“Are… are you fucking seriously…?” Mythra asked, her voice scratchy and soft. It was a far different kind of humiliation than the sort he had already put her through, and he confirmed her shocked wonderings without a further word, pushing her down the last few inches until her nose was in it, her lips kissing the wet spot. She grunted and tried to push her head back against it, but neither the strength nor the will to resist was there.

She was his slut, she was his bitch, she was his fuck toy, she was his period… and she wanted to be all of those things. Mythra grimaced weakly. With him pushing her on, she did not need to muster much in the way of courage to obey his orders. She simply parted her lips and began to lick, unable to even really see where the wetness was. He guided her, however, and showed no signs of letting up or regretting his decision to turn the Aegis’ tongue into a squirt-mop. Mythra knew he was doing it to prove a point. It wasn’t like she had gushed enough of a puddle to make a serious slip-risk; there was barely anything for her to taste off the floor.

If her face hadn’t already been overwhelmingly red from all the fucking and cumming, shame would have gotten it there. Despite that, it proved to be an easy task to perform. He pulled Mythra closer when the floor was finished, and she opened her mouth in hopes of finally getting her face properly fucked, her novice throat forced to let his cock go deep– but he just made her lick along his thighs, where her squirt had left damp spots on his slacks. His half-hard cock brushed against her head and hair, and twice her cheeks came close enough to his balls that she could feel their warmth, but she was not permitted to put her tongue to either.

Once his slacks were ‘cleaned’, he rose from his squat just enough to take three steps, dragging and twisting Mythra around with them. His first load of the night had made a sizable mess along the inn’s wooden walls. There, at least, she needed less forcing to get down to business: unless some really fucked-up things were happening late at night in the Aegis Inn (other than cheating on her husband, that is), no one was walking on the walls. And it was tastier, thicker– even ashamed of her actions, there was a sense of reward there, of privilege. Mythra hadn’t had a proper taste of his fresh seed prior to that, too dumbfounded by his dick the prior opportunity she had been given.

The texture was strange on her tongue, but not unpleasant. The taste wasn’t, either– almost sweet, not quite to the point of a syrup but something Mythra would enjoy on its own as a treat all the same. His other hand busied herself as she lapped willingly at the spunk and the damp trails its downward drag had produced. Two of its digits slotted into her pussy from behind, starting slow but growing brisk in their loud, wet spelunking. With her cunt still twitching in relative esctasy from the recent fuck, the pair were welcome guests inside her. They quickly distracted Mythra from doing more than just applying her tongue to the smooth wood of the walls, but the stranger kept her head moving.

When he finally pulled her head away, Mythra had been licking nothing but wood for some time. He pulled back his fingers from her slot at the same time, bringing them cracking down in a loud slap across her bruised bottom. She grunted and shuddered, looking again at him. Though she meant to catch his eye and gauge his expression amidst their obscene lovemaking, her out-of-sorts golden gaze hooked first and foremost on his cock and balls. Smeared with her pussy’s cream, it looked even more beautiful and delicious to her than ever before.

Mythra wanted him to start again. Right then, right there. She was past just not caring about the risk of getting caught, doing what they were in the hallway– he had truly fucked her spatial awareness away. But they moved according to his desires, not hers. When he rose and began to walk towards his room’s open door, she crawled after him as quickly as she dared. It still resulted in him dragging her by the hair past the threshold and into the room. He closed the door behind her and locked it, sealing them both inside. Mythra’s ears twitched at the classical music coming out of the old-world record player on his dresser, something that the sounds of their coupling had all but blocked out after a certain point.

It simultaneously seemed like the wrong soundtrack for what was sure to be a ruinous night of carnality, and the perfect one for it. The stranger released Mythra’s hair and left her kneeling near the door, stepping over to the bed and shedding his shirt, jacket and tie as he went. She suckled his taste from her tongue as she watched him go, eyelids growing heavy. The dim lighting throughout the room was just enough for her to get a proper look at the scars across his muscular body. They were far more numerous than Rex’s, speaking to the danger he had survived.

“Come here, bitch,” he said as he reached the bed, turning and sitting at its edge, knees parted, cock presented, his intent and desire both obvious. “It’s time for you to learn an important lesson.”

Once again, he was following the flow and sequence of what Mythra had done with Rex and Nia… and that meant that the blonde bitch would have another chance at an oral redemption. “Yeah,” she breathed out, beginning a languid crawl across the floor and towards the opening he had made for her. She had crawled slowly for Rex and Nia, but she didn’t bother making it as much of a show for them: for their eyes, just the sway and motion of her hanging breasts was enough to tantalize. The stranger’s dick and his mastery over it warranted more. Mythra arched her back as she moved, putting more sway and shift in her thrust-back ass, her silky hair half-along her back, half-dragging at her side.

The stranger’s cool expression almost seemed to break with the addition of an approving smile. Though wordless, it was enough to make Mythra almost bashfully shy when she returned it, lip half-bitten. The tears he had fucked out of her were long over, but the inherent praise there almost made her want to start happily weeping again. Another chance for her to redeem her tongue, her mouth, her throat– a chance that Mythra knew Rex would never give her again. She was so lucky to be the stranger’s plaything; he had not forgotten her desire to learn how to suck him off.

As she reached the space created by his parted knees, Mythra slid up to hers. Her hands reached for his thighs, and she thought of where she had gone wrong with Rex; she thought of how she would do things right this time. As she brought her lips towards the stranger’s proud shaft, her eyes ran along him, granted a moment to properly admire the difference between his cock and her husband’s. Don’t know how long Rex really is, but… he has to have four or five inches on him . She dragged her tongue over her lips hungrily, preparing herself. … And if Rex is longer than most guys already, that means… what? He’s eleven, twelve inches? More? Her fingers squeezed his thighs softly.

“Of all the married women that I’ve met and fucked,” the stranger said quietly, drawing Mythra’s eyes up to his face. “You are, by far, the most beautiful, Mythra. There isn’t a woman alive who rivals you, even without bringing your breasts and ass into the equation. And you’re certainly the most powerful, even if you no longer think yourself capable of fighting.” His words of praise stirred more than just her treacherous twat; he spoke them so easily and comfortably that she did not doubt his sincerity. They tugged her heart as easily as Rex’s earnestness once did.

It was a strange time for her to be shy and wordless, considering how he had shattered so many personal barriers, all the hatred she told herself that she held for him, and the fact she was seconds from putting his cock in her mouth. Yet shy and wordless she was as he leaned forward, putting his hand on the side of her head. He stroked along her luxuriant blonde hair, once again treating her like more of a possessed pet than a woman, and Mythra happily closed her eyes, tilting her head into his touch.

A second later, his fingers curled tight in her hair and then twisted tighter, pulling backwards and forcing her neck to crane back. As she opened her eyes to peer up at the ceiling, she saw… herself, as he saw her. Apparently, the stranger had purchased a ceiling mirror when he was out that day. The Mythra staring back at her was not the most beautiful or powerful woman in the world, not by a longshot. Her face was ever-burning with entwined shame and arousal, almost enough to hide how puffy her fucked-out tears had left her golden eyes. All the mascara and eyeliner she had applied was smudged and streaky, running down along her cheeks towards her jaw. 

And her expression, normally so proud and confident, sure and assertive? In its daze, it was slack. Submissive. She was a woman who had surrendered everything… to a stranger she barely knew. Just because he looked like her husband and paid attention to her. And here they were, about to push things even further. His cock was good enough that she was doing it again, blackmail be fucked. Mythra did not look like a woman who would say no, one who would stand up for herself or draw any kind of line in the sand. 

Her eyes grew heavier as she continued to stare at herself. New tears started to sting at the corner of her eyes, but the lips she had parted for the stranger’s cock formed a tremulous smile. I’m so many things, but this is what I really am, isn’t it? A bitch who was living a lie, just waiting for the right man to come along and sweep her off her feet. Mythra had to wonder if the heartache would ever go away, if it would ever hurt less, but one thing she knew then and there that it would never deter her from the path she found herself going down. With everything else stripped away, unable to lie or put on arrogant airs, this was what Mythra wanted.

Still viewing things from the mirror’s reflection, Mythra tracked the stranger’s other hand as he took hold of his cock, stroking it once. The fingers clutching her hair pulled her closer, and she went willingly with only a faint grimace. As he began to speak again, she listened close, hooked on his every word. “You are also the most despicable woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking,” the stranger said softly, cruelly-intended yet spoken as if it were pillow talk. “Despicable and deranged. You should have left this place long ago with some other man, but I’m glad you didn’t, and that I can be the one to finally make you into an honest woman. All your pride, your confidence, it’s just a front because you’ve wanted to hide the truth: this is what you were created for. Being used.”

“... Yes,” Mythra whispered, her smile gaining strength. She said it once again, the little thing she kept inwardly degrading herself with. She said it proudly: “I’m a bitch.”

The stranger didn’t say anything. She had been wrong about what he intended to do with her: there would be no oral redemption for her that night. Still sloppy from plowing her hole, he brought his wet, hard cock down on her cheek, producing a loud, sharp crack from the slap. It wiped her smile and her pride away in one instant, leaving her gasping and flinching back from him. The hand clutching her hair gave her no opportunity to escape the next demeaning slap of his meaty cock, but it was a purely reactive thing from a woman not yet used to such abuse. He owned her, he was using her, she was where she was supposed to be.

And those two were just the first of many. After the third cockslap, there was always a little pause between them, a chance for the stranger to drag himself along Mythra’s face. Not one part of her normally-lovely face was off limits for his cock. The only part he avoided was her lips, intent on making a statement in the course of the degradation visited upon her. His pre-cum leaked upon her, often smeared into her skin on his cock’s next pass over whatever feature. Mythra’s cheeks were just the start to him marking his territory; she had to squeeze her eyes tightly shut as his crown passed over their lids. His cock’s drip continued along her eyelashes and eyebrows. 

Her cheekbones. 

Her jaw.

The blonde bitch did not try to speak a word, but she moaned wantonly from start to finish. Things only changed up when Mythra was beginning to feel her purpose there that night was to be his cock’s personal polishing rag. Letting go of his cock, the stranger took hold of her head by the sides– for a moment yet again, she hoped her face was in for a fucking –then pulled her in closer than close, holding her face against his shaft, her lips against his balls. With little else to do, she kissed his ballsack, leaving the imprint of his lips there.

And then he did fuck her face, just not in the way Mythra wanted or expected him to, using her sullied face to stroke the underside of his shaft. It wasn’t comfortable. Far less comfortable than having Nia sit on her face and grind down on it, in fact, but Mythra didn’t let her protests become more than a soft grunt or whine. He owned her, he was using her, and still, she was where she was supposed to be. It went on for long minutes with nary a word leaving either his lips or hers; cock rags were something Mythra intuitively knew did not speak, and her lips were busy kissing against him as she could. Her lipstick left red smears all over him. Occasionally, she stuck out her tongue for a sampling of his skin.

After a point, the discomfort that Mythra felt in the act faded as she became innured and used to it. In its place came a peacefulness, almost as serene as that one glimpse of Pyra in the earlier vision. The eye that his cock was passing over on its grinding thrusts stayed closed, but the other opened to mellowly watch as he humiliated her. She felt ready for whatever he would transition to next.

She was wrong about that. The stranger kept his encroaching orgasm a secret, with his expression retaining stern dominance right up until he was pulling Mythra back from his cock. One of his hands left the back of her head and quickly cracked on her messy cheek, and as her mouth opened to gasp in surprise, he pushed her blonde head forward, her unexpecting mouth filled by an inch of cumming cock. 

Each load that the stranger had pumped into her womb or onto her skin felt ample, but having his nut burst right in her mouth was a drastic difference. And not just because she was tasting it again. Wide-eyed and startled, Mythra looked up at him with confusion, as if he might have something else to explain himself beyond the virile seed filling her mouth. He offered Mythra no illumination, not even of the dimmest sort. Graduating from cock-rag to cock-hole did not grant her any new privileges. He simply filled her mouth with his cum, then pushed down and thrust up at once, brute-forcing his cock into her unexpecting throat. Spunk spurted out of the corners of her dick-hugging lips, pushed out with his thrust.

And pushed down with it, too. Mythra distinctly remembered where exactly trying to deepthroat Rex had gone wrong. From the very start, the stranger’s thickness was not meant for something like her throat… but unlike her pussy, it was long enough to accept every inch, if her gag reflex could be suppressed. Or, as he did then and there, if one were to ignore it completely. Over the past day, Mythra had been constantly in and out of panic. About being caught having her affair, about her life as she knew it being over then and there. Choking on cock was a very different sort of panic, and though her pussy screamed yes, her throat glugged and gagged nope, nope, nope.

The stranger did not let that stop him. He didn’t show Mythra mercy, though the way that she started to dig her nails into his thighs and slap at them could and probably should have been read as a plea for it. The delicious hedony of his cum in her mouth went ignored, neglected, leaking out where it didn’t just line the roof and bottom of her mouth. As more and more of him disappeared inside her, becoming a visible lump along her otherwise graceful neck, Mythra’s lungs quickly emptied out what air they had, unwisely spent in her frightened state. She was not prepared to bask in the glory of the moment her lips found the base of his pelvis, their red paint leaving the mark she had hoped for.

He did not hold Mythra there for more than a moment before pulling her back, just enough that instinctive relief filled her– fresh air was just a moment away! And then that hope was dashed as he forced her back down, over and over again. To her fraught senses, it dragged out, new tears streaming and cheeks finding a shade of purple-red from the breathless strain. In reality, it was only a minute before he was pulling out for good, releasing her hair and letting Mythra drop down to cough and heave to resupply her spent lungs, spitting out as much cum as she swallowed in the process. 

He owned her, he was using her, and still, she was where she was supposed to be.

Still. Breathless and out-of-sorts, she held a hand to her mouth as her breathing settled and lifted the other, palm out and flat: another silent request for a break, a breather. It wasn’t much for her to ask for, all things considered… but then he was gripping her hair and dragging her up despite her dizziness. 

He owned her, he was using her, and still, she was where she was supposed to be. Mythra did not ask again for a break; she simply did as he silently told her with his hands. The standing fuck was out of the way, and the blowjob was too. Mythra was in no state to do her very important part for the third act of the evening, following the path that Nia and Rex had unwittingly set out for them; she didn’t straddle him so much as she dropped against him inelegantly, breasts to his chest, head tucking under his chin.

Mythra was tired, her heart still pounding, still shuddering with residues of fright. His hands did the moan-worthy work of positioning his cock at her cunt, no further spreading needed for him to simply slip into her pre-stretched twat once he got going. Though her hips squirmed, the same hand scooped under her ass to do all the lifting and dropping that Mythra couldn’t have done, even were she not still recovering from almost passing out on the stranger’s dick. His other arm slipped over her shoulders, cupping the back of her head, holding her against him almost tenderly.

Rex had never done that. Rex would never do that. Even when he was treating her like nothing more than fuckmeat, even though he had made it clear to Mythra that she was effectively his sex slave– he was more romantic in the midst of fucking than her husband. The tears kept running down her cheeks, and she had a feeling he knew they had as much to do with the way he was stroking her hair as it did with how full he left her feeling. Although her bouncing atop his cock had started quick, he slowed it, almost matching it to the comforting pets of his hand.

When he spoke into her ear, Mythra didn’t hear the stranger’s voice. She didn’t hear an asshole. She heard him loud and clear for the first time. Even when he was being stern or mean towards her, there was just enough care hidden in his voice that she knew she mattered to him. “Are you ready to try moving on your own?” Gyrex asked her.

He wanted them to call him Guy. “... yeah, Rex,” Mythra whimpered out, and not by accident. “I… yeah… I think so.” With that, his hand shifted to simply grip her ass, fingers digging roughly into her bruise as she quivered. For a few seconds, she tried to drag herself up, to rock her hips up and bring them back down as he had been. Between her lack of leverage and the general hot mess she was inside and out, it didn’t come together. What came more naturally to her was slowly rolling and rocking her hips, abandoning the notion of a bouncing ride altogether in lieu of stirring him through her clenching pink walls. Every few repetitions, his hand would come down with a swat against her bruised bottom, enough to make her tighten and groan.

She didn’t get him off like that, but it was gratifying all the same to cum on his cock, allowed control for just a few minutes. “Love your dick so much,” Mythra moaned dreamily against his skin, her pussy weakly squeezing at it as she rode out her afterglow, almost as if trying to suck out the cum it had been yet-denied.

“Of course you do. I don’t care how many centuries you’ve been around, you were always destined to find your way to my bed,” Gyrex replied in a murmur against her hair, before he was taking control back from her. He switched back to arrogant and dominant as easily as he first slipped into the slower, romantic bent to their torrid affair; he picked up right where he had first sloped off, lifting Mythra from below to bounce her atop him and thrusting up to meet her on the descent, wet lurid plaps loudly clapping out. He didn’t slap her jiggling ass again, though he didn’t leave it alone either. Mythra’s moans heightened sharply when he took advantage of her momentum to let gravity shove half his index finger in her ass.

It was just as unwelcome in her virgin ass as his cock had been in her throat. Mythra knew that people fucked asses, but she had never even considered the possibility; the shock and indignity of it was enough to set her off through yet another orgasm. A whole new chain of them, in fact, only curtailed when Mythra finally felt him shoot his third load of the evening deep within her.

With that load, they were already past the point where their last two fucks had ended, in both her number of orgasms and his. Mythra had forgotten about her desire to get eight separate loads over the course of the night, but the rest of the evening played out as if Gyrex hadn’t– and he didn’t even know about Mythra’s hopes in the first place. The next position had her facing out towards the room. He didn’t give her an opportunity to try and fail to replicate Nia’s nimble reverse-ride, using one hand to hug around her lower abdomen while the other yanked at her hair, tugging it back hard while he pounded up to her. Mythra’s hands couldn’t decide where to start, squeezing at her tits and fumbling back to grab at him before finally raking over her face and through her hair.

Another insemination. Gyrex took her again as Rex had, alternating between slapping her face and squeezing her throat to keep her eyes open and locked up on him as he pounded her. His callous rough play made missionary worth bearing through for her, and unlike with Rex, Mythra actually participated in the act, bent knees tucking in against Gyrex’s side, nails dragging along his back and digging in each time he made her cum. The blonde bitch’s weary hips didn’t know the first thing about how to fluidly move to match his movements, but she tried all the same. 

She was shuddering insensately when he pulled out and moved up along her body to drop his load, not on her face or her breasts but on the thing just above them. Once again, the man who was neither her husband nor her driver dropped a thick load all over her core crystal, all but burying its dull green glow beneath the off-white hue of his spunk. Just a tiny bit of it was left unsullied on one corner, and there the green it should have been was instead glowing pink, almost radiating with its intensity.

Noteworthy, were either to note it– but for every single one of Gyrex’s orgasms, Mythra had given six or more of her own. She was once more well out of sorts, and he was far more interested in continuing his sexual tyranny over the world-saving woman who had become his bitch. Once he was in position to lean over Mythra’s face and fill her moaning mouth with his limp cock, he wasn’t about to look back and notice the hairpin of pink peeking out from under his splooge. Mythra slovenly obeyed his orders to lick and suck, wretchedly elated, gloriously despairing. She hoped again for it to become a face-fuck, but it never did. When he was hard again, he rolled her over, making her strain the arch of her back and neck while he started to pump into her prone, weight trapping her beneath him.

Mythra couldn’t take it, but his voice gave her something to focus on. “Everything in that bag you brought?” he growled in her ear as his pelvis slammed down against her ass, abusing those poor bruises once again, adding pained notes to the limpid moans already pouring out of her. “Tomorrow, I’m going to destroy all of it… and over the next week, we’re destroying every other piece of clothing you have.” She opened her mouth to begin listing off all the reasons he shouldn’t – but that just gave him a place to put his fingers, and like the slut she was, she suckled them. “The only clothes you’ll wear are what I buy for you. And I’m going to make sure that everyone who looks at you… knows… what you are,” he promised, his voice growing deeper, more dangerous. “A filthy fucking slut.”

Her eyes rolled back as she started to shudder violently, pushed again to cum, and made to do so again and again before he finished inside her. For a third time, Mythra passed out with him inside her… but that didn’t mean he was finished with her. The room was darker when she came back to consciousness, both because time had passed and because Gyrex had her face shoved down against the cum that had rubbed off her core crystal and onto the bedsheets. As he slammed her from behind, he didn’t need to tell her to start licking: she did it of her own volition, after a fair deal of it had already been mopped up by her cheeks. Mythra was not long in cumming again for him.

They passed seven loads. They hit nine before they left the bed behind, the seventh staining her backside while the eighth spilled straight down Mythra’s throat. The ninth ran along the inner curve of her ass, a little bead of seed over her backdoor in spine-shivering foreshadowing of its future another night. “I… I can’t,” Mythra finally, hoarsely insisted as he stumbled her over to the desk. Its lamp was on, illuminating the open book there: his record of conquest, opened to the pages she had vandalized. “Please, I can’t…”

No sweetness, no mercy, no affection. Those were things Mythra would get when he decided she had earned them, or– however he chose to dole them out. Without a word, he bent her over, face pinned down against the paper by a cruel hand. She couldn’t read what she had written, but she knew it well enough. By then she was so tired that she could cry at having to continue, but… he owned her, he was using her, and still, she was where she was supposed to be. That, and she had no more tears in her to give.

With her face shoved into the mocking testament besmirching his skill and physique, Mythra continued to cum like the bitch she was. Her hips ached and her pussy was growing increasingly sore, but none of it stopped her from cumming. The exhaustion was getting to her, but it was already thick enough that it was easy for her to just let Gyrex continue to do as he pleased. Having him fuck her face again afterwards was a welcome change of pace, but then he was back in her cunt, the occasionally finger or thumb in her backside making her fear he’d take her ass before he finished for the night.

That hope for seven separate loads? 

Eight would have been just enough. A little too much, maybe. Fourteen was FAR too much, and even as she finally began to pass out, she knew she’d regret her foolish folly the next morning– and that with the way Gyrex was still going at her, she was probably going to wake up with more than just fourteen loads of spunk on and in her. Even so, she passed out with a weak smile on her face and warmth in her heart, finally and truly accepting her new lot in life as bitch to another Rex altogether.

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The previous night, her first night in bed with Gyrex, Mythra had slept well. After having her long-neglected pussy finally treated like the whorish hole it truly was, years of built-up tension and longing had been dealt with in the course of a couple of hours. 

It would have been impossible for her to do anything but sleep well, with how thoroughly he had worn her out and how eager she had been– he was right! The haughty Aegis had all but thrown herself at him, and had made no attempts at resisting his seductions, whatever she had told herself at the time. It could be debated whether or not he really even seduced her in the first place, with how she spent the entire day eye-fucking him and soaking in the attention he offered her so freely. The moment in the Inn’s living room may as well have been pure foreplay.

Mythra’s second night in bed with Gyrex was different. It was better in virtually every way but one. Where he had fucked her into the best sleep of her life previously, their second evening together was a lesson in the dangers of excess and the wisdom of moderation. She had gone to his room hoping to make him nut seven times, and she had gotten at least double that out of his cock– and dozens of her own. He pushed her far past where he had taken her the prior night.

Even when she felt herself grow sore, even when she feared her wetness would not be enough and that he would chafe her, Mythra didn’t voice any complaints. There was no hiding the element of discomfort in her moaning. It had begun from the moment he started pounding her. Just the thickness of his cock was enough to draw it out of her, and he reached so much deeper than her husband ever had.

If he hurt her, it would be his intention– his sexual prowess and knowledge of her body left Mythra certain of that, in some deep corner of her mind. And in that little corner, sequestered for her entire lifespan but finally let free, Mythra wanted to feel uncomfortable. She wanted to feel used, and she wanted it made clear to her that everything she felt and experienced was secondary to getting her new master off. Her pleasure came from pleasing him, and from all the reminders of how wrong it really all was.

He had broken her. He had broken the sanctity of her five-way marriage; he had broken the pride and vanity that informed every action Mythra had ever taken.

The ache in her pelvis, hips and tailbone from how he repeatedly slammed into her sopping wet pussy? They were just that. Paired with the bruises left upon her ass, both from his spanking hand and just from how he had rammed her throughout the night, Mythra felt like he had chewed her up and spat her out. Even after passing out from sheer exhaustion after the obscene fuckathon, she could not get comfortable. Throughout the night as she slumbered, she tried to roll and squirm into a more lax sprawl. 

The weak smile that the Aegis had been wearing when she fell into unconsciousness shifted into unaware grimaces. While there was plenty of space in the bed, Gyrex had elected to sleep atop his slut, his solid musculature keeping her pinned throughout the evening. Mythra’s limbs could stretch, but there was no getting around the fact that there was about two hundred pounds of muscle dwarfing her 4’9 frame, so slim of limb yet curved.

Mythra did not sleep well. She did not sleep well at all, but sleep she did, safe and secure beneath the warmth of the man she had cheated on her husband with. All the while, the profuse amounts of cum his cock had spilled lingered on her skin and deep inside her, still-quivering cunt lined with his spunk, womb stuffed to capacity. Her throat had received less demanding use than her pussy over the hours he fucked her, but felt just as sore and totalled as her cunt and birth canal.

She dreamed. The broken Blade dreamed of terrible things, things that would have made her whimper in her sleep if not for the fact she was already whimpering from how he had wrecked her. They were all nightmares of what could happen next, what she knew should have happened next– her and Gyrex coming clean to the rest of the Aegis family, or being discovered in the act. 

Her marriage, imploding, her most important and treasured relationships falling apart. Some of the nightmares were swift while others were slow, and she experienced variations both spectacular and simple, salacious and saccharine. The details were not destined to stick with her when she awoke, not with how they all flitted through her mind at a rapid cadence– hundreds of thousands of possibilities over the course of the night, glimpsed as though by foresight.

What would stick with her was their ending. All those possibilities, all those variations on the future… 

The infinitely branching tree of her future tapered into one fated finale, now that Gyrex had broken her. As she dreamed, Mythra saw her future self through his eyes. Gifted a moment of his viewpoint gave her a much better appreciation for the differences in their heights and sizes, but there were more interesting things for Mythra to dwell on. 

Gyrex had followed through on his promise, just as he had in the present. He had ensured that she was a filthy slut, and that her promiscuous desires would be clear as the sky to all who gazed upon her. The clothes she wore were dangerously immodest. Each top sported daring forms of cleavage, side-boob and under-tit that threatened her breasts slipping free over a deep breath. Whatever she wore on bottom brazenly invited similar levels of disaster; short skirts and shorts that failed to hide the curve of her ass or constantly teased hints of her crotch, or too-tight leggings that welcomed untoward attention.

They were not everyday clothes. They were not party clothes. They were certainly not the kind of clothes one would wear while working at a respectable hospitality establishment, whether or not one had once been an all-powerful Blade and had been largely responsible for saving the world. They were stylish– but they belonged on a porn set, or on the body of a woman selling her body on some street corner in a seedy neighborhood. 

And Mythra would wear them everywhere, because Gyrex demanded it of her. For all but the most solemn occasions, the blonde wore the humiliating attire to make every part of herself easily accessible to her master. Her husband was a good man, but he couldn’t see what everyone around them did– that Mythra was and had always been an enormous whore. Attention had just been her gateway drug to dick and cum. 

Black satin lined her in a tight choker throat, with an engraved gold plate spelling it out all the more clearly: CHEATING BITCH . It was her collar, another sign of his ownership over her.

The moment seemed to drag on forever, and Mythra did far more than just gaze at herself with Gyrex’s eyes. Her hands– rather, his hands –reached out to grab the body of the broken bitch, fondling her tits and going lower, caressing and then fingering her pussy. Through his fingers, Mythra felt what she would do to herself for him– without a bra under her top, there was no hiding the studs running through her nipples or the piercing keeping her clit permanently stiff. Just as she felt one side with Gyrex’s hands, she felt her side of it too, moaning lowly. 

Mythra simply knew she had done more than just decorate her tits and pussy according to his wishes. Even with her dream-self still dressed, she could feel the tattoo he had given her with his own hands. The piercing through her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth as she bit her bottom lip. Most potently, Mythra felt the quickening in her womb– the spark of life she had yet to reveal to Gyrex, uncertain of what he would make of her impossible pregnancy. Part of her wanted to sit on the truth until the rounding of her belly made it obvious.

She felt how wrong it was for her to hold back such a truth, and as he pulled her close, Mythra made the impulsive decision to open her mouth and confess what she had withheld from him. At that very moment, though, his fingers were expertly playing her pussy like a fiddle; confusing to experience, when she felt both ends of it. He deliberately timed the push to make her cum with the moment she wanted to speak–

And Mythra came once more, like the bitch she was, Gyrex’s inexperienced plaything. The ease with which he got her off would be a constant in their life together; so easily that Mythra’s future vision carried through to her present self. Her worn-out body shuddered beneath the man still sound asleep atop her, hips in a desperate dance as she whimpered out long and low, eyes rolling back. The way her cunt’s walls shuddered and writhed re-emphasized how sore they were, but only served to push amorous arousal further. A fresh mixture of her juices flooded out of her, bearing with it Gyrex’s hours-old cum.

She panted weakly as the high of her one-off gush winded down, closing her eyes. Just like every other glimpse of the future Mythra had received in the last day, she pushed it from her mind as nothing more than her imagination. Don’t have that power anymore. It’s just wishful thinking, she told herself as she tried to get back to sleep. Can’t have children. Don’t even want them. Fuck. What the hell, Mythra? Feeling the distinct warmth and dampness of Gyrex’s cock against her ass made that difficult, but in time, she got there.

She did not sleep well that night at all. The man who had stepped between Mythra and her marriage, however? He slept very well indeed, conscience clear and cock satiated. When she next awoke, it was not to the sound of the Aegis Inn’s morning bustle. That was still an hour away. 

It was still dark out, the room entirely unlit. Being rolled over had broken her slumber. Opening her green eyes groggily, she looked up and made out the dim shape of Gyrex between her slightly-spread legs– both her Guy and her Rex. His calloused hands ran over her lean thighs, simultaneously massaging the weary muscles while there; their ultimate destination was the underside, sloping along her outer thighs before hooking under her knees and beginning to pull them up.

“Tell me why I’m waking up with a married woman in my bed, covered in my dried cum and stale sweat. Tell me why my bed sheets and mattress are soaked through with your pussy’s juices,” Gyrex said, his voice low, given extra gravel by the sleep he had yet to shake off.

He just woke up… and the first thing he’s thinking about is going again? After going that many times? Mythra thought to herself slovenly, breathing in slowly and deeply as she stared up at him. Fourteen loads, each thick and ample. She felt his stain on her face and breasts, on her belly and on her back. If every nut had been internal, she might’ve second guessed how many she had counted. When Gyrex had lifted her legs, he pushed her knees back. Still wordless, the Aegis reached with tremulous hands to grasp herself and hold them back, keeping herself spread wide open for him. Freed, his hands retreated.

There’s no way he has an ounce of cum left in his balls. There was no denying the horny proof Gyrex presented her with a half-moment later, when he brought his cock down on her sodden, sore and leaking cunt in a lazy slap. A soft, wantful groan whined its way out of Mythra’s lips, back arching and grip beneath her knees tightening as he rubbed himself against her entrance. “Fuck,” she uttered weakly. “Rex–”

The thwack of his cock against her most throbbing place was just the prelude to a longer tease, a rubbing grind that left Mythra largely inarticulate as he prodded and slid himself along her. Sometimes he nocked herself as though to thrust in, but he never gave Mythra more than the very tip of his cock before pulling it back, spreading their mixed fluids along her cunt’s lips and over the swell of her clit, peeking out from its tidy little hood. “I asked you a question,” Gyrex growled down at her. Though he sounded impatient, what he was doing was pure patience.

Can’t… answer if you keep doing this–! Bastard, Mythra wanted to say, but had she the breath for that, she would have simply told him what he wanted to hear. She squirmed beneath him, prying her shaking legs wider and back further as though doing so might break his composure and force him to take her waiting hole. In the darkness, her damp green eyes begged for it as much as her keening voice was. If he was up for fucking her again, then she wanted him again.

Not that what she wanted mattered all that much. Mythra was now his in heart, body and soul. He pushed his cock to the side, against her thigh, holding it there with one hand while the other plunged thick fingers into the gaping breach of her cunt. Although it felt like his fat cock would have left it stretched forevermore, she had bounced back, and her walls quickly clenched tight around him, squeezing wickedly around the two digits pushed into her. What little focus Mythra had quickly broke, her eyelids matching the squeeze of her cunt, scrunched tight. 

If he just left the fingers there, she would cum. A third pushing in alongside its brothers jarred Mythra off that coming orgasm, her hole straining to take the triple combination; together, they were thicker than his cock. Mythra’s lurid moans deepened desperately. The fingers did not go deep, but they didn’t need to. If he just left the three of them there, she would cum– and again he stole that from her, twisting his wrist to readjust his fingers, aligned with her slit. A further push had part of his pinky joining his index, middle and ring finger. It was immediately maddening.

And almost as immediately, he began to move those fingers, curling, pushing against her walls… not like he was trying to get her off, but like he was exploring her for the sake of touching her. 

A ragged yet sharp squeal slipped out of Mythra, already overstimulated and still so fully spent from the previous night. He knew what he was doing. He always knew exactly what he was doing, and that’s what makes him the perfect man for a bitch like me, Mythra thought to herself, a fact as frustrating as it was extraordinary. After a moment, he pulled them free, leaving Mythra’s gash twitching and empty and giving her hope his cock would make its triumphant return. 

She swallowed and opened her eyes slightly, wanting to watch as he began to make use of her slutty body once more. The raise of her lashes came just in time for them to flutter shut again, as his slickened, cum-slopped fingers gave a light, wet crack against Mythra’s cheek. Her second time being slapped was just as jarring as the first time, and just as arousing– no, more arousing. Now it left proof of her infidelity on her already soiled face. “Rex,” she gasped, her voice shrill with the shock and sting of his light strike.

Still, he did not answer her. He showed no signs of having heard her at all. Gyrex’s messy fingers clasped over the bottom half of her face possessively, further smearing his seed into her flushed skin. Though the roughness of his grope left her grimacing, Mythra soaked in the attention, as much as it reiterated what she was to him: a toy. A bitch. A whore. When his hand shifted to jaunt his fingers into her mouth, she quickly closed her lips around them, tongue licking their combined fluids off his skin. 

Even though it had been sitting inside her for hours, his cum was still delicious to her– aged like a fine wine? That felt plausible to her. Or I just love his cum and I’ll take it any way that I can get it– That was even more plausible. As Mythra turned to suckling at his sodden fingers, Gyrex began to tease her cunt with the stiff head of his cock again, fully engorged and ready to spear into her whenever he bored of toying with her. With her prior weariness looming large, Mythra tried to settle in for the long haul–

And of course, the moment she was comfortable and lax, his fingers slipped from her lips. Another short slap had her gasping wordlessly, and then Gyrex’s hand was moving down to a different part of her body, palm pushed against her throat, fingers squeezing into the side of her neck. Mythra’s pulse quickened with instinctive worry– just as her cunt throbbed with lustful trust. Her heavy breasts swayed amidst the now-rapid rise and fall of her chest, her breathing wild and unchecked. “Answer the question,” he demanded.

Mythra stared up at him, gaze vapid and eyes glassy. “I… forgot what it was,” she whispered shamefully. He punished her quickly, her breathing briefly unimpeded for the next quick slap given unto her. If not for the fact she was already tearing up, that would have started the trickle that ran down along her cheeks– humiliated, stressed, exhausted but oh-so-willing and happy beneath the fraught veneer. “Please,” she squeaked.

Gyrex grunted, almost sounding amused as his hand returned to her throat. He dragged his cock down from her moody twat, pushing its tip against her vulnerable asshole. Another squeak shot out of Mythra, alarmed, reflexively tightening up her sphincter. For all the fingering he had done last night, she did not feel remotely ready for him fucking her ass– not with that juggernaut of a cock he was packing. “Tell me why,” he repeated in a rough rumble, “I’m waking up with a married woman in my bed. Covered in cum. Soaking my fucking sheets with her slutty pussy.”

“B-because… because I’m a cheating bitch who can’t be satisfied by her husband,” Mythra whispered, hoarse and ragged. “Because that’s all I’ve ever been, and you’re the one who showed me that. Because I’m yours,” she said, just as she had before. “I’m your bitch. I’m whatever you want me to be.”

“Who owns your mouth?” Gyrex asked, beginning to push more pressure down on her throat. “What were those whorish lips and slutty tongue made for?”

“You do,” Mythra gasped, afterwards dragging her latter over her former, cleaning away traces of aged cum. Though he wasn’t truly choking her, it felt close enough to having her airway squeezed. She had forgotten all about her fingers keeping her legs pried wide and pulled back for him, knuckles white. “F-for… your cock…”

Gyrex’s cock slowly dragged up from the dry hole, teasing Mythra’s cunt with the slightest parting. This time, she tried not to get her hopes up– though her body yearned for it. As he spoke his next words, he pulled it back and gave it a few leisurely thwacks down against her slit, hips bucking. “Who owns this pussy? Why is it such an awful mess?”

“Y-you… you do,” Mythra answered urgently, stumbling over her words as she spoke them. Her hips bucked, as though it might result in him slipping into her. “It’s, it’s like this for you, because I want you so bad and you fuck me so good–”

With dangerous speed and at great risk of incident, Gyrex pushed himself back down, his sloppy tip once more pushing against Mythra’s virgin asshole, as if trying to trick it into giving way for his cock. For how willing the rest of her body was, her backdoor remained reluctant despite Gyrex actually pushing against it, testing the puckered hole. She clamped her teeth together, hissing and squirming. The fingers that had pushed in there last night were thick, but they were nothing compared to his cock. He had broken every part of Mythra but one.

“Who owns this ass, and why isn’t it letting my cock in it?”

His fingers had fit, but his cock? That would actually break her. That’ll tear me apart… fuck! The first time Gyrex had been inside her cunt, similar worries had hounded Mythra, but at least that hole was made to stretch. The fallen Aegis had not been opposed to his fingers, at least not while he was fucking her, but this was something else. This felt dangerous to her. “I, I can’t–” she forced out in a tense, worried squeak, though she did not release her quivering legs to try and deny him his prize.

Mythra’s master stifled further complaint with a flex of his throat-clamping digits, making her cut off with a high-pitched wheeze. Her green eyes flashed wide, and she felt her heartbeat redouble, pulsing loud in her ears. She tried to suck in a breath, but no longer was Gyrex just playing with her. All her attempt produced was a rattled noise, desperate. Fuck– fuck– why?

He was actually choking her, leering down at her with disappointment. The blonde beneath him shuddered, body attempting an undulation it could not follow through on. Survival instinct had her wanting to fight, but there was something more powerful inside her– lust. He was treating her the way that she deserved to be treated, and that was not something Mythra could deny. Aching as it was, her pussy shivered with a wretched delight. “I don’t know who this I Can’t is, but I don’t recall selling, trading or giving away your ass, Mythra,” he told her darkly, before falling silent.

That’s not what I meant! You know that’s not what I meant! Though Mythra whimpered, it was an airless noise, her flushed face darkening far redder with the strain. Her chest heaved rapidly, mouth wide open, lips moving without making words. The lipstick coating them had been thoroughly smeared the previous night, something made worse by Gyrex’s invasive hand just a few minutes prior. 

Running out of air pushed her sense of touch to a whole new level, even amplified further by the lightheadedness pervading her being. After a few more seconds, her eyes squeezed shut, as tightly as Gyrex was choking her. The wanton need overpowering her keen instincts began pushing away the fear that should have drowned her; Mythra’s mind honed in on where he was touching her and where he had touched her. Now untouched, her pussy kept working as though he was solidly pounding into it or playing with her clit, no longer just leaking his cum. Weak squirts shot from her gushing cunt, splattering his pelvis and the bed with a combination of their fluids.

I’m cumming– from this? From getting choked and having my ass poked with his cock? Fuck. I’m fucked up, Mythra thought woozily, almost laughing inside. All her pride and arrogance, and this was the woman she really was deep down inside: a pathetic slut just waiting for a man to come along and say the right things to her. All those years waiting for Rex to be ready to marry her, and some motherfucker had ruined their marriage in less than two days. I’m so… fucked up…

Not that she was being fucked at all. Gyrex grunted, and Mythra could feel him push, really push. Not as hard as he could go, but still, he was trying. His cock was slick and sloppy, as lubed up as it could be without him grabbing a bottle of it, but that didn’t beat the Aegis’ tense sphincter. There, her defenses seemed impenetrable, an absolute territory beyond taking. As her pussy gushed, her muscles tensed and relaxed, but never there. The muscles shared between her twat and backdoor refused to let up. “Damn it, woman. This is ridiculous,” he muttered, both irritated and astonished by her resistance. “... But maybe I’m just getting ahead of myself. You’re a once-in-a-lifetime bitch,” he said, cutting humor in his next comment: “And I’m going to get three of you.”

Praise. It was the cherry on top. Mythra’s back arched fiercely as the pleasure already storming through her hit a new crescendo, eyelids flickering in herald of the upward roll of her eyes. Her mouth hung silently open. Her vision flashed white– and then black, a peaceful dark void sprawling endless before her. No awareness, no sensation, nothing. She had passed out, utterly overwhelmed by Gyrex.

It was peaceful.

Then his cock was waking her up, slamming deep into her. It was only seconds after she blacked out. The fingers holding her legs wide only had a brief window to loosen before they were digging deep again, her painted nails scratching deep beneath her knees. A mewling yelp shot out of Mythra as Gyrex’s cock collided with her cervix, a momentary pain giving way to greater pleasure once more. His hand was no longer on her throat, allowing her to pant dearly for the breath to restore what he had already fucked out of her. Both of his hands pinned down on her shoulders as he pounded her; the thrust that had brought her back to reality had been Gyrex going from zero to a hundred.

It was an irresponsible and reckless pace, but Mythra could take it– and take it she did, continuing to cum, continuing to lose her mind. Though the noise coming out of her was a constant thing, she was never loud – Gyrex’s forcefulness and breathplay had left her ragged. If any of the others were awake, they would likely assume the muted noises of sex was something to do with Nia waking up early and demanding Rex’s dick.

“Tell me… who owns… your ass,” Gyrex demanded, unwilling to let a single question go. Each word was punctuated with him bottoming out inside her narrow, shallow twat, not built to take a cock of his size. With each pump of his hips, his sweaty balls slapped against her even sweatier ass. “Tell me why it wouldn’t take my cock.

“Yyyy-you own my ass, you do, you do, you do you do you do–” Mythra whispered, wild and slurred, unhinged and unmoored. She couldn’t think of an answer for his question, not while he was fucking her. Words just fell out of her, as though his cock were pressing them out of her. “And and, and, b-because I’m slutty trash, I’m not good enough, I couldn’t, I can’t, oh fuck, oh fuck–”

His hand raised off her shoulder, again slapping her. This time, he didn’t abuse the same cheek. Mythra flinched at the fresh sting, left dazed by it; that led into her next writhing, her green eyes rolling again to show her master their whites.

“That’s for me to decide, and for you to accept,” Gyrex told her, deep and low in his throat, before dipping down to kiss her. In the midst of losing herself, Mythra lost herself all over again, enchanted by the tenderness shown after so much roughness and disregard. It was more than a slut like she deserved to get– he was so kind, so generous, so noble, so good–

The hands clutching on to Mythra’s legs only loosened when she felt the distinct twitch of his cock pulsing and pouring its hot load deep inside her, spastic waves of energy shooting through her. Both her arms and legs wrapped tight about him, twining tight. Her nails carved wickedly into his shoulders, and though she drew red trails into his skin, Gyrex didn’t budge. By reflex, her legs were trying to push him deeper, crossing over one another upon the small of his back. In the heat of the moment, her attempted leg-lock was at its most powerful, but there just wasn’t space in her cunt for every inch of his cock. 

For as much of the shaft as the two made fit, there were several inches left behind: not dry, not after the throat-fuckings the previous night, but still unable to enjoy the lavish, velvety-smooth and warm lining of Mythra’s pussy. One day, perhaps, her pussy would miraculously manage another five inches, but it would not be that day. It took several little pumps of Gyrex’s hips before he stopped cumming, hardly seeming depleted by last night’s marathon.

“H-how are you able…?” Mythra asked in a murmur as their kiss ended, eyes still tightly shut as he pulled himself free of her stuffed cunt. She didn’t have it in her to make it a full, coherent question, but Gyrex still seemed to understand what she was getting at– and what she wanted most in the moment, too. Though he deprived her still-twitching hole of his cock, he laid atop her, allowing her to feel his dick soften against her pelvis.

“Lurwood extract from Xataris Spring. It’s about the most potent… performance enhancement a man can take,” Gyrex murmured into her ear, one hand caressing her body possessively as they laid together. “I usually do without, but for our first real night together, you deserved a treat. Did you enjoy it?” he asked her.

Lurwood… Mythra had never heard of it, but she remembered Xataris Springs well enough. The word springs always brought to mind a swelling of fresh, pure water, but the liquid there had been toxic seepage from the Titan that hosted it; some form of blood or viscera, perhaps. It was hard to imagine that a thing so wonderful could be borne of something so awful.

She almost commented on that, then paused, breathing deep before giggling weakly and squeezing Gyrex tight. It wasn’t hard to imagine at all– not when she was in the middle of finding out just how awful she was and how wonderful Gyrex was. “Yes,” she whispered, kissing against his neck. “I’ve never felt so…”

There Mythra trailed off, falling silent. Gyrex waited patiently, enjoying her warmth and soft skin, as soiled as it was by all the spent fluids. “So loved,” she settled on, surprised by herself, soft and bashful. “Appreciated. Is that ridiculous? It feels a little ridiculous,” she admitted, increasingly shy and self-conscious; the sort of feelings that led to her most brash and rude behavior. But she wasn’t afraid of the vulnerability it meant, not in the aftermath of that .

He had fucked her like a savage, slapping her, degrading her. He was destroying her marriage. He was going to destroy all her clothing, and she was saying that he made her felt so loved . By making her feel like a slut. By blackmailing her into being his bitch…

“No. Everyone has different needs and desires,” Gyrex murmured. “And there’s nothing wrong with having to stray outside your commitment to your husband, if he can’t fulfill them.” He stroked a hand through her golden hair, lazily dragging his nails against her scalp. 

Mythra shuddered at his touch, and at the words themselves. They made her tear up with emotion– lewd lust paired with confusion. If she took what Gyrex said at face value… how could she reconcile that with what she now knew to be the truth? Mythra loved what they had done because of the wrongness, because of how awful and shameful it made her feel. 

Maybe I don’t need to reconcile it. Maybe I just need to… enjoy it for as long as it lasts. Creator knew it could all fall apart at a moment’s notice. It could fall apart right then and there, if someone walked in and saw Mythra in another man’s bed, just a few rooms down from her husband and sister-wives. “Thank you,” she murmured. For being so awful to me. For ruining me.

“No, thank you for giving yourself to me. But… you understand that this is just the tip of the Titan, don’t you?” Gyrex told her, slowly slipping his fingers out of her hair and beginning to ease up to his knees. When she tried to push up into a weary sit, he pushed her back down, gazing down at her. “You might think that I was rough or cruel tonight, but there are no limits to what I’ll do to you, if we continue to do this.”

Mythra couldn’t help but begin to grin at him– a weary grin, exhausted in both body and mind, but a grin nonetheless. She could feel a distinct tightness in her chest, a sort of heartache, an acknowledgement of how she was undermining everything in her life. It was not as strong as the tightness in her throbbing cunt, however. “Do I really have a choice?” she asked him breathily, laying in the soaked-through sheets strewn with her wayward hair. “Either I’m your slut, or my family’s business and my marriage falls apart. Right?”

“... Right,” Gyrex told her, smirking back. The pause was deliberate, as though gauging her candor; as though she indeed had a choice, or an opportunity to argue for some kind of limit on what he could do to her. But her new master had not led her astray yet, and he was clearly an intelligent, thoughtful man. There and then, drunk on the pleasure he gifted her, Mythra couldn’t imagine him doing anything that she wouldn’t quickly come to enjoy. If he ever deliberately risked their affair being discovered… Well, surely he’d be doing it in a way where he was confident it was safe, even if Mythra was freaking out.

Her eyes glazed as her mind began to explore the possibilities, tongue dragging over her lips. Before Mythra could go far down her horny little rabbit hole, Gyrex was speaking again. Her eyes hooked on him; with dawn now nigh, there was enough light filtering into the room to make out his nudity. “Spread yourself for me. Hold your cunt open.”

“Yes,” Mythra murmured, sedately obedient for only one man. He didn’t specify how wide she was to spread, and her legs felt more goopy than solid. She simply parted them, reaching down with both hands to her mound. There, the petite pussy she was once so proud of was thickly swollen, outer lips left plump. Just touching them was enough to make her breath sharply. Still laying on her back, Mythra couldn’t see what Gyrex stared down at, but she could certainly feel her cunt keenly enough to imagine it vividly. Pried wide, her twitching, flooded pussy drooled with his spunk. She could feel it trickle along her ass.

Is he going to fuck me again? I thought he said that was the last one he had in him… Mythra received her answer through his fingers, plumbing deep inside the ready hole. She moaned as he explored her again in much the same fashion, eyes fluttering shut and toes curling. If he wanted to make her cum again– well, that would never be a hard task for Gyrex.

The last time he gathered cum from her cunt, it was for the sake of slapping her with messy fingers. That again? Mythra wondered as he extracted his three thick digits, but they did not go far at all. Carrying his precious seed, they just dragged down the short distance to the hole that her body had denied his cock. She swallowed, stomach tensing and puckered hole squeezing tight to deny him. Unlike her master’s dick, however, his fingers were of a size capable of forcefully burrowing without much difficulty. She squirmed with discomfort as he probed inside, whimpering, still unused to being touched back there. “Rex,” she panted out.

“We’ll save this hole for a special occasion… but you’ll be begging for me to fuck it long before I ever do,” Gyrex promised her, dragging his fingers out of her asshole slowly. Mythra swallowed again, bracing for something more down there– but the next hole he touched was her lips with those same fingers, still smeared with his cum. For a moment, Mythra hesitated, lips sealed in a purse to deny him– a denial their agreement did not allow.

Again he slapped her– slight, just enough to make her gasp. Straight in his fingers went, pushing deliberately against her tongue, making her taste the pairing of her ass and his cum, and that was enough to get Mythra licking and suckling at them, signaling further acceptance of his claim over her. They were neither gentle nor kind to her, pushing as far as her throat and making her gag before eventually retreating, whereupon it repeated.

A plunge into her pussy. A gathering of cum, and then a shove into her ass to leave what he had scooped inside her unfucked hole. Then Mythra cleaned him up, and it happened again– again– again. It was far easier for her ass to accept his digits in the middle of getting fucked. As uncomfortable as it was, Gyrex was once again giving Mythra exactly what she needed, punctuating the use with a low thrum of approval. “There’s a good slut.” Her body quivered weakly, her orgasm muted but still deeply enjoyed. It seemed to end there, with Gyrex getting off the bed and stepping out of sight as Mythra sprawled on the bed.

She was just beginning to wonder what the fuck kind of morning she was going to have when he returned with some sort of tchotchke in hand, spade-shaped, almost like a doorknob. If it was one, it was incredibly tacky. Its bottom was shaped like the Conduit and thus matching her core crystal. Its surface gleamed with some wet glide rubbed into it. “Pry your ass wide for me,” Gyrex told her.

Mythra didn’t hesitate a second time, though she stared at the thing he held with worried apprehension. “You’re not… going to… really put that in me, right?” she asked, though her legs were already lifted, hips shifting up to present her master with his holes. Her painted nails dug into the inner curves of her ass, as close to the hole proper as she could, and pulled wide. It barely budged.

“Of course I am,” he told her, and Mythra gulped down the sudden lump in her throat. The thickest part of the plug proved to be a struggle for her, about as wide as Gyrex’s cock, but it tapered considerably after that. Once fully inserted, the only visible sign of it was the Conduit keeping her ass slightly parted and acting as a stopper. Settling down, she grimaced at the very distinct feeling of a lump in her ass, as if what had been in her throat had coursed all the way down only to be trapped.

“That stays in until I tell you to take it out. It’s going to keep all that cum in your ass until you absorb it,” he explained as he stepped up to the side of the bed, reaching out to grab Mythra by the waist. She grunted and then squeaked out as he turned and lifted her up, shouldering her with all the grace and respect due to a sack of snowbaby potatoes.

“F-fine,” Mythra mumbled, grasping at his back as he carried her into the washroom. There, he helped the weary woman clean away the very copious proof of her infidelity. She’d been going overboard on showers since Gyrex had arrived, but this time she truly needed it. Allowed to dry, so much of his cum was effectively off-white crust on her skin. The only part of her body that seemed to have three straight inches without sperm on it were her ankles and feet. He did most of the washing and scrubbing for her. Although she protested she could do it herself, Mythra didn’t fight him too hard.

She didn’t fight him on it at all. Gyrex took full advantage of the opportunity to grope and fondle her, reiterating his dominance of her– and her pussy, something that gave Mythra due cause to scream. The soundproofed rooms kept anyone else in the house from hearing her, even when it peaked and she fell to her knees on the shower stall’s tile floor. It was a prime opportunity for him to take her mouth and Mythra hoped for just that, but when he seized her hair, it was only for the purpose of helping her find all the clumps of spunk he had left there, too.

Mythra had a lot of hair. 

They were going to be late for breakfast.

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“Mythra, can you pass the jizz over to me, please?” Pyra asked politely.

“What?” the distracted blonde bitch asked, startling at the question and swinging her eyes up from the side-plate of jam-slathered toast she was staring at. “I– what? What did you just say?” she asked her twin, baffled and blushing and suddenly terrified to her core. The red on her cheeks was already there before the wild question was asked, but now it truly blossomed.

The jizz . There were two of those beneath the table, but only one that Mythra was willing to consider adequate for the task of jizzing. As always, the shared husband of the Aegis Inn’s four female staff members sat at the head of the table– and as always for the last year or so, Nia sat atop his lap restlessly, hips wriggling in want of her third breakfast. The first had been their husband’s cum, the second had been the tiny portion of actual food Pyra insisted she ate, and the third would be Rex’s spunk again once he finished eating.

That should have been the jizz shaker that Mythra defaulted to. Sitting to her right was the other man in the room; the one who had swept her off her drunk feet and fucked her to the realization of her husband’s inadequacy. Pyra’s absolutely insane question sent the blonde Aegis’ mind straight to how she could get the jizz for her. Does she want me to just– reach beneath the table, jack him off and give her whatever my hand catches? Or get down there and suck him off, then like… drool it off on to her plate? If Gyrex was willing, if he took her hand and put it over his crotch– I’d do it, but what the fuck. Why would she ask that? Does she know?

Her green eyes cut a glance to the man in question. Mythra had received his sole focus for the last twelve hours. Now he ignored her, focused on fondly reminiscing with Rex about their comrades in the Garfront Mercenaries. For a split-second, Mythra waffled.

“The jam,” Pyra repeated patiently. “The hot orange jam you just put on your toast?”

… Oh. I’m just… how the fuck did I mishear jam as jizz? I’m fucked up, Mythra realized once again. “R-right. Sorry,” she cleared her throat and picked up the jar in question, just outside Pyra’s reach. The true curse of their petite size was a short reach and a need for a dedicated step-stool in the kitchen's counter. Once upon a time, the girls could have always relied on Rex coming along to get stuff off high shelves and out of cupboards well above their height. Since Nia’s heats began, however, they were on their own.

“Thank you,” Pyra said as she took it from Mythra. “Don’t let your food get cold. You’re going to get fucked a lot today.”

“What?” Mythra squeaked, sitting up and stiffening immediately. Anything that put more of her weight on her tailbone and pelvis was not fun . The bruises left on her ass from all of Gyrex’s spanking had finally taken dark root; before they left his room, she had a look over her shoulder at them in the mirror, and was thankful no one else would see how they disrupted the paleness of her ass. It was more than just that, of course. Her pussy still ached dearly– and it was impossible to get comfortable with the thick plug tucked inside her ass.

“Since you didn’t do much yesterday, you have a lot to catch up on today. I can’t cover all your chores,” Pyra was less patient repeating that time, more concerned. She frowned slightly, red brows clinching together as she turned towards Mythra. “Are you feeling alright? You’re acting weird.” The most motherly of the three Aegis sisters set down her utensils, reaching a hand towards Mythra’s forehead. “Let me feel your temperature.”

“I-I’m fine, I’m just– it’s nothing,” Mythra quickly headed off Pyra’s hand with her own, grimacing. For a moment, she feared that her sister would pick up on the difference between their touching left hands. Where Pyra wore her wedding ring, Mythra’s was still missing. Pyra didn’t seem convinced, but simply frowned at Mythra, rolled her eyes and returned to her own meal.

Without the redhead’s attention on her, Mythra felt like she could breathe easier. Everything felt easier when she and Gyrex left his bedroom behind. Sure, she was walking funny, and she felt awful for what she had done, but giddy and delighted, too. The feelings forged from her slutty betrayal of her marriage should have been mutually exclusive, yet Mythra found them inexplicably intertwined. Becoming a cheating bitch was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Reality hit her like a bag of shell rock bricks when they joined the others for breakfast. After everything she did with Gyrex– she just casually walked into the dining room with him? While she was wobbling along, bow-legged? Her master seemed to pick up on her sudden worry at the time, smirking and winking when no one else was looking. He didn’t even seem bothered when Pneuma asked Mythra where the garment she was wearing had come from.

It hadn’t even occurred to her what a red flag that would be. Mythra had gone to Gyrex’s room mostly naked, and she left it wearing a men’s sweater large enough to be a dress on her, almost hanging to her knees. The sleeves had to be rolled and bunched up above her elbows, else they would hide the entirety of her hands in their baggy hang. For all that looseness, it was not so roomy that it completely hid the swell and shape of her splendid breasts; it did keep anyone from realizing she wore nothing beneath it. Not unless one counted the Conduit-shaped plug parting her ass’ cheeks, anyway.

Perhaps the smell of his aftershave on the fabric had distracted her from using common sense.

Mythra had played it off with an awkward laugh and a mumble about it being one of Rex’s. Rex made a sound of agreement, too busy dealing with Nia’s amorous fussing to stop and really look at it. It wasn’t a lie, not really– others liked calling Gyrex Guy, but Mythra got a special tingle out of calling him Rex . Sitting there and doing it in front of her husband? It got her sore pussy throbbing again, in want of cock once more. Though the greedy slit was still leaking with the excessive amount of cum poured into it, it seemed insatiable for Gyrex’s attention.

At least she could play the worst of her fluster off as being fresh from a hot shower. Her hair, still wet, had been put up in a quick ponytail.

She did her best to keep out of the conversation, to keep her eyes down and to actually get some food in her belly. Clearly, Mythra couldn’t trust her ears; if everything she heard was warped into pointing back to Gyrex’s cock and her infidelity, then her tongue was liable to spark disaster. Eating proved easier than it had the previous day, where she lapsed into cock-sucking her breakfast sausages. Multigrain toast with hot orange jam had no similarities to cum, though she found herself envious of Pneuma’s buttered slices. 

The way the white spread looked on them… it made Mythra’s mouth water and wondered how it would taste, were it Gyrex’s cum across her toast. She tried not to stare at her green-haired sister as she nibbled at her toast, but couldn’t help but imagine the lurid possibility. It was a relief when Pneuma finally finished, and the bacon and scrambled eggs on each of their main plates was far safer. Far less sexual. Yet even then, intrusive thoughts of Gyrex making her a special hollandaise sauce threatened her.

“Are you finished?” Pyra asked several minutes later, getting up and collecting empty plates. Mythra’s was the only one with anything left on it; she had her fill of protein the night before.

“Yeah. Thanks,” she mumbled without looking up. As Pyra stepped away, she felt a familiar, calloused hand reach over to touch her just over the knee, just beneath the sweater’s hem. Mythra’s breath caught in her throat, and she stiffened again, waiting and not daring to look to the right. Is he really going to touch me– right now? With everyone in the room? Want and recoil roiled inside her, both potent enough that she felt frozen in the moment but for her eyes. She cut an apprehensive, hazy-eyed glance towards Gyrex, expecting to see him looking at her.

He was not. His other hand lifted his mug to sip at his coffee, letting out a content sigh before speaking up. “That really hit the spot, Pyra. Thank you. You’re an excellent chef.” The hand on Mythra’s thigh began to slip up beneath the hem of her sweater, and it kept following the smoothness of her leg. She shuddered and swallowed her caught breath. He wasn’t just reaching beneath it– he was dragging the hem up as he went. If anyone suddenly peeked beneath the table… in a moment or two, they’d see Mythra’s swollen gash, in the midst of whatever game Gyrex meant to play now.

“Of course, I’m glad you liked it,” Pyra said, warm as the flames she once commanded, while disappearing into the kitchen.

“You’re a very lucky man, Rex, to be loved and cared after by these ladies,” Gyrex chuckled. “Each with their own speciality. Pyra in the kitchen, Pneuma with the accounting, Nia with keeping you satisfied…” The last comment toed over a line, almost playful in its utterance, good-natured. Pneuma burst into a surprised laugh. Mythra made a little noise in the back of her throat, half-distressed but relieved that he seemed to be skipping over her. 

“Aren’t I just,” Rex laughed ruefully, embarrassed. Nia was the only one who had no reaction at all, expression pinched and frustrated as she wiggled her hips atop him. “Listen, uh–”

“And Mythra, keeping you on your toes, hm?” Just as he said that, Gyrex pushed the hem of the sweater right up to her hips. To keep the pressure on her pelvis down, Mythra had been sitting with a slight splay to her legs, a natural parting of her upper thighs; his uncoy touch had no trouble going straight to where it wanted to go. Another little noise started deep in Mythra’s throat, a whine she struggled to keep down. “I don’t think the stories and legends do justice to how much trouble she can be. You must have to keep your eye on her constantly.”

“Yeah, you’ve got that right.” Rex laughed again. “She’s a real handful– source of most of the complaints we’ve gotten here, actually. Used to get into a lot of fights with guests when we were busy. Love her all the same, though,” he said. Mythra’s eyes snapped up to glare at him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Those fights were Mythra telling off the perverts who came to the Aegis Inn to leer at the voluptuous saviors of the world– those complaints were the bruised egos of perverse men gross enough to imply they wanted more out of their visit, but not bold enough to try and take it. When Mythra rejected them or got between them and one of the other girls, they always bitched at Rex, and Rex took the ridiculous complaints seriously. 

She had tried to appreciate he was trying to be even-handed, but Gyrex had opened her eyes to much of her beloved’s inadequacies. While Rex spoke of his blonde wife being a handful, Gyrex held her mound as a handful, lazily teasing her clit and slit with light strokes of his thick fingers. The moan her stifled whine wanted to become was hard to keep at bay. She wanted to grab hold of Gyrex’s forearm, but didn’t trust herself to do anything more than grip at the chair beneath her.

“Careful, Rex. I think Mythra is thinking about how much she wants to jump you right now. Maybe to jump your bones, maybe to strangle you,” Pneuma teased, her prolonged study of Mythra’s countenance overlooked by the blonde. “Either or.”

Mythra grit her teeth and forced her stare away, stand-offish and harrumphing.

“Hah. Strangle, I bet. She had her turn on my bones yesterday. Nia and I are going to try and get you or Pyra today–” Rex was saying.

“We’re in front of a guest, babe,” Pneuma interrupted. “A future investor.”

“I don’t mind. You’ve already made me feel at home, like I’m a part of this little family,” Gyrex’s laugh was a deep rumble, coming with the moment that Mythra felt would be her cumming– his finger slipping past her inner lips, wiggling a hello just inside her cunt. She squeaked faintly and prepared for the storm to come, but then his finger was out of her, wiping the cum and slickness off on her thigh. He didn’t bother tugging down the hem of her sweater. “Such a happy family, too.”

Pleasantly spoken and candid as they were, those words pained Mythra, almost as much as not getting off. She shot Gyrex a look as venomous as the one that she gave Rex; he of course ignored it, so Mythra put her glare back on Rex, who deserved the brunt of her ire anyway.

“Anyway uh, like I was saying,” Rex began again, “I know we’re supposed to sit down and talk through the deal, but Nia is in a bit of a state.” Namely, she was panting, fighting against Rex’s hands in a vigorous bid to get her pants off. “So if you don’t mind getting started without me…”

“Of course. Whatever Nia needs,” Pneuma said as she pushed back her chair, rising easily.

“Don’t take too long. Pneuma will tear me to shreds without you in the room,” Gyrex said wryly, rising and taking with him any hope of Mythra receiving an imminent orgasm.

“Thanks,” Rex grinned, far too bashful for a man about to get laid. His arms scooped under Nia’s legs as he rose, banging them off the edge of the table as he stood up and hurried out of the room ahead of the pair.

Jealousy stirred in Mythra as she watched Gyrex and Pneuma leave side-by-side, left alone in the room with nothing to do but either sulk or get to work catching up on what she failed to finish yesterday. Until Pyra stuck her head out of the kitchen and chided her, she chose sulk.

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“So,” Pneuma said as Gyrex closed the office door behind himself, stepping up to the desk they both spent so much time the previous day– hours with her behind it and him before it, discussing the conditions he laid out in his proposed investment. Though the chair was comfortable, she did not step around the desk to return to it, instead pivoting on the ball of her foot and pulling herself up to perch at the edge of the desk.

The door clicked as Gyrex locked it behind himself.

“So,” Gyrex then replied in humorous, smirking kind as he walked up, stopping a few feet away from Pneuma. He had kept his eyes high and respectful throughout breakfast and throughout the previous meals they had shared together. Each time the two of them were alone, however, he allowed himself polite slips of decorum. 

He politely eye-fucked her.

Pneuma didn’t hold it against him. She was proud of her looks; she no longer remembered if she had chosen them for herself or if killer curves and flawless skin had been chosen for her. Much like Mythra, she enjoyed attention and being desired. Unlike the one-half of her personality split, however, Pneuma knew it and was comfortable with it. Where Mythra reacted with sometimes-violent embarrassment to being appreciated by the male gaze, Pneuma relished it.

That morning, knowing that they were likely to be alone again, Pneuma had opted to dress with him in mind. Theirs was a business meeting, but she was in casual wear; not outright slutty, but better suited for a date with a chance of getting lucky than discussing a serious influx of cash. Just the right pair of tugs along her halter-top and mini-skirt would expose her lush tits and the moist delta between her thighs– were she not wearing a bra and a thong, anyway.

“So,” Pneuma repeated, leaning her weight back on her hands and arching her back, smiling knowingly as Gyrex took the bait to gaze at her breasts. Then, slow and exaggerated, she crossed her legs, coaxing his attention right back down to her bared thighs. He was doing exactly as she wanted, and they both knew it; neither had shied away from flirting the previous day and evening. Pneuma enjoyed her inclination to play ball.

She had expected worse of him, after seeing how things between him and Mythra were progressing.

“So,” Gyrex followed suit once more, lifting his hands from where they lay over his waist and spreading them in a gesture. Pneuma walked into his trap, going to the place his hands had been covering after he came to a stop. His sizable erection ran down along his thigh, a thick lump of such a size that Pneuma suspected he might be stuffing it, but even half as much would suit her well. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” he suggested, ribald.

“Has that line ever worked for you before?” Pneuma asked, her glossed lips slanting in a smirk of her own as she glanced up from his stiff, stifled cock to his eyes. It was tempting, what he suggested– spreading her legs wide, pulling her thong aside and welcoming him in quickly. Rex was supposed to join them, but there was no threat of him walking in on them. More likely than not, Nia would keep Rex busy until the two of them finished everything on their agenda.

She had no doubt that fucking her was on Gyrex’s agenda… but she didn’t intend to be as easy a catch as Mythra had been.

“More than you’d expect,” he told her, taking a bold step forward, testing the waters. Pneuma lifted a bare foot and put it to his abdomen, and he lifted his palms flat in apology.

If I was more like Mythra, it would probably work on me, too. What was going to happen between Gyrex and the blonde Aegis sister had been blatantly obvious to her from the first dinner; Mythra was starved for touch, for approval, for validation. The parts of Pneuma that made up Pyra tempered the parts that made up Mythra; she didn’t need men falling over her to feel good about herself. Rex’s inattention didn’t affect her all that much. She loved him, yes, but…

It wasn’t the same kind of love that Mythra, Pyra and Nia had developed for him. Pneuma had the memories of the journey they had been on, but they did not feel like her memories. For all intents and purposes, she felt like her life began when they fished her out of the Cloud Sea. Her connections to each of them were different.

Keeping Mythra and Pyra happy were the number-one priorities in her life.

Pneuma gazed down at her foot for a moment, toes painted to the same black as her fingernails. She wasn’t going to fuck Gyrex… but a little teasing wouldn’t hurt. After all, he was playing ball with her. If only out of hope that she would play with his balls, but even so. “Was that how you got my sister?” she asked, her voice lowering intimately but keeping the distance between them. “Did you offer to play doctor with Mythra?”

“No. Close, though. Offered to let her sit in my lap and then asked her if I could show her something,” Gyrex shared candidly, gaze trailing along Pneuma’s thigh, then calf. He watched close as she dragged her foot down along the lump his cock formed in his pants, nostrils flaring briefly. One of his hands lifted, stopping shy of touching her skin as he glanced up to meet Pneuma’s green eyes with an unspoken question.

She simply smiled and gave her head a small shake. Though he allowed her touch, she would not be giving him the same opportunity. Gyrex smiled back faintly and shrugged his shoulders, inclined to take what he could get out of her.

Gyrex had implied the affair to her during their previous meeting; the only thing that surprised Pneuma was that it hadn’t happened sooner, with how hungry Mythra had been for some man to give her the time of day and their cock with it. “You could have been more discreet about it this morning,” she murmured, holding his eye as she continued to caress him through his trousers with her foot. “Was she just too caught up in the mood to go back to her room?”

“Yes and no. She didn’t think of it. I could’ve steered her there, but… I felt it would be a nice way of showing you how serious I was, yesterday. Mythra is in deep, and she has no intention of pulling away,” Gyrex revealed.

“Mmm.” Pneuma lidded her eyes. With the implication of the affair had come another implication , a little more surprising to her than the affair itself. So long as Mythra was happy, the infidelity was meaningless to her. Gyrex’s purpose in tipping his hand wasn’t just to brag or turn Pneuma against Mythra; he had made it obvious that he was going to use it as leverage in their ‘negotiations’. She had a feeling that if he thought it would work, he’d use it as leverage to get into her pants too. 

Pneuma had suggested he prove it that morning.

“Mythra is in deep, or you were deep in Mythra?” she asked with a sultry lilt, getting a laugh from Gyrex. 

“Guilty as charged,” he confessed, confident that Pneuma would not reveal what Pyra and Rex would never imagine Mythra capable of. “Anyway… is that proof enough for you?”

Pneuma smirked at him. Flatly? You know you don’t need to prove it. You know how obvious it is. You weren’t even trying to hide that you were fingering her, because you know they won’t suspect a thing until they HAVE to face the truth . “No. Have you got something else for me?”

“Besides a cock ready to fuck you?”

Pneuma’s smirk grew more salacious. “Something I’m actually interested in,” she shot back, giving a lazy push of her foot’s sole against his shaft before bringing it back and crossing it again. She was sure that she was leaving his cock harder than she had found it.

That didn’t wound his pride, though he gave a soft hiss and winced playfully, as if she had stabbed him. Pneuma would have been disappointed if it had rattled him. “I do,” he said, reaching out of his pocket to take out a balled-up pair of familiar panties from his jacket’s pocket. He unwound it partway, reaching inside to procure the missing ring Pneuma had noted yesterday. He offered both to Pneuma. “You should give these to her later. Think she forgot about them entirely. Tell her you found them laying around, maybe.”

She took both. The panties smelled of sex and were still a little damp, not allowed to dry from whatever activity had left them soaked. Pneuma studied them passively before setting them aside on the desk and looking back to Gyrex. “Rex had sex with her yesterday. You could have stolen these,” she suggested, expression calm in the face of Gyrex’s brief incredulity.

He caught on quick enough that she knew how ridiculous that was. “Fine,” he said, gesturing again. “If you want real proof, I’ll give you real proof.” Gyrex reached into his jacket a second time, and this time he removed something smaller– a petite Aerial Cam with a removable storage device that could be plugged into some other device, allowing one to review the recorded footage. Its small size was sure to keep it hidden if one didn’t know where to look for it.

Pneuma bit back her smile as she reached out to take it; she figured he’d have something like that set up. Whether or not she played ball with Gyrex’s blackmail for the Aegis Inn would depend purely on what she saw. If Mythra was as happy with the sex as Pneuma suspected she would be… 

“Well, then. Should we watch this before we get back to talking business? A little pre-meeting entertainment,” Pneuma suggested lightly, smiling as she glanced up at him.

“It’s long,” he warned after a pause.

“Your cock or the footage?” Pneuma shot back without delay, lifting her eyebrows.

“Both.”

“Like I said, I’m not interested in your dick. Today,” Pneuma riposted with amusement. “We’ll watch it at double speed.” She couldn’t imagine it being more than an hour or two long. Maybe three, at the most.

“It’s long,” he warned again, clearing his throat. “Quadruple might be better.” 

“Don’t tell me you spent the entire night teasing her,” Pneuma said as she uncrossed her legs and slipped down to her feet.

“Lurwood extract,” Gyrex explained far more simply, expecting the words to mean something to her.

For all her confidence, Pneuma had no more experience than Mythra; plenty of threesomes with her and Nia, but only a handful with Rex, who rarely lasted long in bed at all. At least, he rarely lasted that long before Nia took over their marital bed and needed his dick constantly. Never an hour, but she could at least imagine what an hour of enjoyable sex would look and feel like.

What she watched side-by-side with Gyrex was enough to crack her composure and leave her flustered, second-guessing her decision not to sleep with him– but not enough to reverse her course. While they waited for Rex to finish up with Nia and join them, they hashed out the fine print of Gyrex’s investment. The fine print wouldn’t just be small on the contract. It wouldn’t be on it at all. Each promise was verbal and unwritten.

Pneuma let him keep some of the provisions she had planned to push back on. Keeping him around was worth selling the Aegis Inn in its entirety. Not just because it meant the girls would have someone around to reach high shelves and brute-force airtight jars. If it wasn’t Gyrex, Pneuma knew that Mythra would have eventually ended up slipping with someone far worse, and far less willing to keep it secret. 

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This sucks. Mythra’s pussy had not calmed from the state Gyrex had left it in; deeply sore from overuse, but even more deeply aroused. She found herself gaining a new appreciation for what men meant when they complained about being blue-balled. It was a torment unlike any she had ever known before, bringing with it heartache and nausea with each throb of her twat.

Mythra had only been able to bear with it for an hour before trying to deal with the lewd urges and her wanton desires, but nothing she tried amidst her chores was good enough for her pussy. In the middle of trying to make Pyra’s bed, she realized how thick and smooth the rounded post of her sister’s bed was. Too big to fit inside her cunt, surely, but for just rubbing and grinding…

She gave no thought to the possibility that Pyra could walk in and catch her in the middle of the act, nor did she give any thought to the certainty that if Pyra did catch her, she would lose her fucking mind.

It did not work as well as Mythra hoped. In fact, it did not work at all. Her drooling snatch didn’t dry up on contact with the smooth wood, but it just wasn’t a substitute for what she actually wanted. Mythra already knew far too well that there was no substitute for Gyrex’s wife-ruining cock, but she had to do something to deal with what she was feeling. It felt like she was losing her mind. Tears of frustration once more welled in her eyes as she dismounted the post, leaving it visibly slick with dampness that she had to wipe away with Pyra’s nearby pillow.

The day’s chores, and the work she missed the previous day, kept her moving from room to room, doing a little of this and a little of that. Opportunities for alternative sources of pleasure were plenty wherever she went in the Aegis Inn, though she forced herself to be picky. The inner size queen within the cheating bitch had been awoken by Gyrex. Anything that wasn’t a similar scale to her master’s cock just wouldn’t cut it, even if something smaller would be kinder and more manageable to her suffering pussy.

When she was dropping some forgotten dishes in the kitchen sink, Mythra’s eyes caught on Pyra’s favorite rolling pin, just over a foot long and appreciably thick. Everything laid out on the counter spoke to Pyra not being gone for long– a sack of flour, a bag of chocolate chips. Eggs. Milk. Brown sugar. Pyra was going to make some cookies, apparently.

Again, Mythra gave no thought to the possibility that Pyra could walk in and catch her in the middle of the act. She wet her lips, anxious only over her need to cum, then reached out and grabbed it. Leaning back against the counter, she gripped the pin tightly by one handle and used her other hand to lift the men’s sweater that she was effectively wearing as a dress. With its red swell, her cunt’s mound looked horrendously agitated. Quickly, her fingers pushed down along the flanks of her slit and spread it wide.

The size of the rolling pin paired with her petite hand and short arm made it clumsy going, but Mythra was nothing if not determined to deal with the lust that harrowed and hounded her. She pushed it inside herself with a low groan and a grimace. By then, most of the cum Gyrex had pumped into her had finally drained out, staining the inside of his sweater. Her abused snatch was nevertheless slippery, entering her easily enough, though her twat’s tightening soon made it rougher going. It was thicker than Gyrex’s cock– a little too thick.

Too thick to be inside her at the same time as the plug, certainly.

But the texture, the lack of life to it, that was all wrong. For several long minutes, Mythra fucked herself with the common kitchen utensil, neither her pace nor the angle of the improvised toy’s thrusts proving to do much for her. Hazy-eyed with lust, she scowled down at her impaled cunt, mumbling to herself with a moan more dismayed than pleased, “C’mon, c’moooon, just let it happen, just cum, you stupid fucking bitch…”

Deriding herself did not help. Mythra could not shame herself; it had to come from someone else. It had to be genuine . It had to be real. When she heard Pyra’s shoes clicking on the hallway floor, she grimaced to herself and hastily withdrew it from her pussy, wiping it off on her sweater and starting to put it back where she found it before she could be discovered.

She stopped short, staring at the cunt-smeared rolling pin. Mythra’s eyes widened as something clicked for her. Shame and humiliation were such big parts of how she got off with Gyrex, and while nothing about the rolling pin was right for her to cum on it– what could be more humiliating at that moment than Pyra walking in and seeing her sister fuck her kitchen utensils? In her mind, Mythra could see it. It wasn’t with the vividness or alacrity that came with the recent flashes of Foresight-like imagination she had been experiencing since giving herself over to Gyrex– a product of her own imagination and perversions, not a background calculation of what would eventually come to pass.

Pyra, stepping through the open archway, dropping the bag of groceries she had been bringing in. Her twin, staring in shock and revulsion at the sight of Mythra savagely punishing her already punished pussy, thighs spread and hiding nothing. Mythra could feel how her face would burn, how her heart would pound, how her bitchhole would beg for her to stop, but of course she wouldn’t, lost in the gushgasm that Pyra’s arrival would advent. As Mythra wailed out in pleasure, Pyra would scream out in horrified disgust and everyone would come running. Everyone would see what kind of woman Mythra was. 

No one would let her ever forget about it. It would be perfect.

Pyra was close, stepping into the dining room and humming a Leftherian bedtime lullaby to herself. If I’m going to do this, I need to do it now…! Mythra realized, driven by a surge of panic. She made her decision, and a spike of adrenaline steadied her frantic hands. The rolling pin was quickly put right back where the blonde had it, shoved as deep as she could get it in the heat of the moment– far, far deeper than before. As deep as Gyrex went. The handle of the pin battered against her cervix and made her yelp with the flash of gut-flipping pain.

But it wasn’t Gyrex. It wasn’t a good pain, a deserved one. It was just pain . Her twat tightened its slutty pink walls around the smooth wood inside it. “Mythra? Are you alright?” Pyra asked from the dining room after hearing the yelp, her steps quickening.

The redhead crossed through the open archway. She hadn’t gone to get groceries, but her favorite apron, pink and frilled, having not yet been separated from the groceries. Pyra paused, brows knit and face writ with concern as she looked at the source of the cry; she did not find Mythra as the cheating blonde bitch had ad-hoc planned.

Instead, she found her deeply-flustered twin sister smoothing out the sweater that hung down her thighs. “Y-yeah. Just… stubbed my toe, I guess?” she said a little too quickly to be convincing, her voice cracking with an antsy warble. Mythra had committed to her course of shame-seeking action, but cowardice caught her at the last moment. Being caught wouldn’t lead to the unceremonious discovery of her affair with Gyrex. It’d be a far leap of logic! But she had no idea how he would react, once he learned what she was doing.

The rolling pin was still inside her, the lowest half outside her now-filled snatch and clutched between the tuck of her thighs. At the last second, she had lost her nerve and pushed her sweater back down to hide it.

“You guess?” Pyra nitpicked, tying on the apron as she made her way over to the counter. Mythra quickly sidled to the side, grimacing at the very distinct feeling of the rolling pin shifting inside her. 

“Yeah. I guess. Don’t give me the third degree,” Mythra mumbled, unwilling to lift her eyes. Oh, there was shame aplenty, but none of it was right. It wasn’t going to get her off. She had no idea what the fuck she was doing. Before Pyra could get to another word, she changed the topic. “Why’re you making cookies?”

“Just a little treat and snack for them. Rex is going to be tuckered out when he joins them,” Pyra said with a wistful little exhale, punctuated by a throaty cry coming from somewhere else in the house. “He’ll need the energy. And Guy will probably want something to get his mind off Pneuma giving him a hard time. You know how she gets with this kind of thing,” the homemaker said, looking over everything she had set out with a smile that grew puzzled. Her brows knit.

Mythra stole a glance at her sister’s face and then hurriedly looked away again. “Have you seen my rolling pin?” Pyra asked. The blonde’s pussy squeezed around the wooden column as though trying to cry out, yes come take me , making her grimace and squirm in place.

“Umm, no. M-maybe it’s in your other apron?” Mythra quickly suggested, barely keeping her voice from reaching a telling level of squeakiness.

“No, I definitely left it right here,” Pyra’s smile tapered into a frown, and she stepped back from the counter, briefly backpedaling and squatting down to check along the floor. “That’s weird… maybe it rolled under something?”

The lost tool was just a foot away from Pyra’s head, wet and getting wetter by the moment. Mythra shifted on her feet uneasily, toes clenching. What if she checks under the sweater ? Pyra wouldn’t do that– it’d be utterly ridiculous, but Mythra had done something confoundingly stupid. “Y, yeah. That seems likely. I probably knocked it over o-or something when I hit my toe? You, um, you check over there and I’ll look under here–”

“Oh, sure.”

The moment she was confident Pyra was sufficiently distracted by the search, Mythra ‘found’ the missing rolling pin, dried off as best as she could in a hurry. It wasn’t thorough enough to remove all the evidence, but Pyra seemed to overlook the hint of gleam in her visual inspection, mind elsewhere. “Can you put on some real clothes?” she asked, glancing up from her sister’s improvised dildo to her face. “You look a bit sloppy, and you’re showing a lot of leg.”

“A lot of leg– Pneuma’s butt is almost hanging out of the skirt she’s wearing!” Mythra blurted out in a defensive exclamation.

Pyra rolled her eyes, turning away from Mythra to get to work on forming the dough for her chocolate chip cookies. “And that’s how I know she’s wearing underwear under it. You just look kind of… slutty right now, Myth.” As Mythra gold-fished her mouth at Pyra, the redhead glanced at her and continued, “You’re going to give Gyrex the wrong idea about what kind of woman you are.”

Mythra had nothing to say to that; she mumbled a whole lot of nothing to Pyra on her rushed way out of the kitchen, through the dining room and into the hallway. It was too cruel, what Pyra was saying– unwittingly so and well-intended as it was. There was no world where the blonde bitch could appreciate her twin’s unintended irony. Of all the people under the Aegis Inn’s roof, there was really only one person who knew who Mythra was at her core, and that was of course Gyrex.

Although she beelined to her room, taking her sister’s suggestion to heart was not her intention. Mythra threw herself on her bed, landing face-first into her pillow, and screamed. She screamed until her lungs gave out and then she screamed a little more, letting the tears she had barely kept in earlier leave damp spots in the pillowcase. This wouldn’t be so bad if he just… let me fucking cum, why didn’t he make me cum? I didn’t care that everyone was there, that everyone would notice, he should have just made me cum– the Aegis thought to herself miserably.

Mythra took to biting the pillow, as though it were a crude effigy of her master. Her agitation lessened after a few minutes, though her horniness did not. One of her hands stole between her thighs to try and rub herself to climax, but it was of course futile. When she got up, she peeled out of the sweater and tucked it away, hoping Gyrex would never think to ask for its return; that way, she could cuddle close to it at night when he wasn’t with her, and feel some closeness to him. The clothes she chose to change into were not the sort that would alleviate Pyra’s concerns.

Her master had not specified to wear the sweater, but she made a point to ensure her outfit was no less revealing. A short skirt would be too risky with Mythra’s lack of underwear, but dark, clingy hot-pants felt safe. The damp spot left by her constant leak of arousal would be difficult to notice unless her covered crotch had a light shining on it, and the camel toe she’d be sporting would be hard to notice without a dedicated leer and with some mindfulness on her part. Up top, she went with a off-the-shoulder crop top that would hopefully distract from her lack of bra with its show of belly.

She double-checked herself in her bedroom mirror, just to be safe, stretching one way and then the other. … Nope. With each twist of her waist and strain of her arms, the tight top clearly shifted with her moving breasts. Her stiff nipples were standing out strong against the fabric. I don’t know what I expected. Rather than try on another shirt, however, Mythra resigned herself to the certainty she would be having a spat with Pyra by the end of the day, and she got back to work.

Another hour went by, and then another. Within the span of both, Mythra succumbed to her hyper-aroused need twice more. Urgently, and with a blatant disregard for the possession or comfort of the others that she lived with, Mythra tried to fuck herself with Pneuma’s hairbrush and then– in a moment that felt like rock bottom to her –a scratching post she had jokingly purchased for Nia a year prior, sized for a house cat. It was kept in the corner of her bedroom. That one, she regretted immediately. Though it stood tall and stiff, it was no cock. It was a scratching post. It just irritated her pussy with its coarse surface. Grimacing and beet red, she stepped away from it and started to pull her shorts back up. Just… make the rumpled bed and get out of here…

“Mrrehhh?” the rumpled sheets moaned a mewl, and Mythra froze solid still bent over, the hotpants barely up her calves. Looking over, she watched with wide eyes as the sheets slipped apart to reveal the slow lift of the resident sex kitten’s rumpled, silvery-haired head, ears twitching. “Mythra? Issat…?” she asked as she swiveled to look over her shoulder at the blonde, her voice hot and soft and breathless. Her eyes were heavy, hooded.

Shit. I thought they were fucking in Rex’s room. I guess they finished up and… fuck. Shit. Fuck. FUCK. “No, you’re dreaming. Go back to sleep,” she told Nia quickly, resuming the upperward glide of her bottoms along her skin. I’ll just come back later or, I don’t know, something. Fuck.

“S’dreaming…?” Nia’s ears twitched as she sat up more fully, turning on her knees with feline grace. As the rest of the blankets covering her fell away, Mythra was hit with the sight of her sister-wife and frequent fuckbuddy’s nudity, her skin given a gleam by the sweat glossing over it. Rex never made sure that Nia grabbed a shower after they wrapped up, leaving enough seed on her skin to give Mythra a vivid idea of what they had done together. The still-fresh cum lining along Nia’s belly to her breasts were suggestive of a last-minute pull out to mark the sex kitten’s body. A splotch of cum on her left cheek streaked up towards her brow; if her facial had dotted her mouth, Nia’s tongue had already cleaned it off. 

She crawled to the edge of the bed. “M’dreaming of Mythra,” she giggled to herself, before tumbling straight off the mattress. Disproving any notion of Gormotti always landing on their feet, she landed shoulder-first with a grunt.

“Are you okay?” Mythra gasped, abandoning her pussy’s cover-up to hastily waddle up to her fallen friend, shorts stretched out just above her knees. As quick as she could given her awkward state, she began to lower to a squat, her breathing sharpening as the shift in posture reminded her again of the lump that plug was in her ass. Her asshole tensed around it, furthering that feeling with its squeeze. Pushing past the discomfort, her hands reached down to Nia’s shoulders.

“I love dreaming of Mythra,” Nia giggled drunkenly as she pushed herself up on one hand. “I loooove Mythra.” As the blonde’s green-painted nails touched her shoulders, the naked sex kitten’s other hand shot up and outward suddenly. Neither expecting it nor in a position to defend against it, the blonde that Nia loved so much let out a short squeak of alarm as her preferred paramour’s fingers found her cunt. “So much. Best wet dreams ever,” she purred. The grin that slashed across her face was delirious, her eyes amorous.

“W-wait,” Mythra begged, without an idea of what would follow that wait– would she try to deter Nia? Try to convince her that it was something other than a pesky sex dream? It didn’t matter, for Nia was bent on the course of action she had already latched on to. She pushed her digits deep, and Mythra shuddered at the sudden surge within her. Tight as her twat was, the day’s misadventures had involved enough stretching that Mythra wouldn’t have been able to resist the digital penetration, even were she dry.

Curling, Nia’s fingers went straight for her g-spot, and whatever balance Mythra had when she started to lower into the squat turned to ephemeral vapor. She dropped on her ass with a low moan, hitching from suddenly having her bruises smack against a solid surface. “Never wanna wait for Mythra’s pussy. Never ever,” the little sex kitten giggled raucously, now far from bleary. As quickly as they had slipped in, Nia’s fingers slipped back out, her hands moving swiftly.

“Nooo, Nia, I can’t right now, you can’t,” Mythra tried to insist, but she didn’t try to actually deny Nia. Hellbent on what she wanted, the Flesh Eater pulled Mythra’s half-on hotpants all-off, discarding them with the respect of a litterer. She’s going… she’s going to taste Gyrex’s cock, she can’t, she caaaan’t, the blonde panicked, but nothing her legs did sought to prevent Nia from disrobing her bottom half or further spreading the blonde’s legs. Her pussy wanted it. Her horniness demanded it.

And if Mythra had learned only one thing since Gyrex arrived at the Aegis Inn, it was that she was and had always been a slave to her libido. Nothing else she had used in a bid to get off had worked, but the unique texture of Nia’s tongue had never failed her before– perhaps it would be what pushed her over the edge? “Please,” the blonde mumbled, unsure of whether she was further revoking her consent or committing it.

Nia took to her belly, heedless of the maybe-invitation, and took a moment to simply appreciate the sight of Mythra’s ornery cunt, squeezing and squelching with earnestly depraved desire. “Always so pretty,” she panted to herself. “Prettiest pussy around, ‘specially today…” Simple as it was, the praise was enough to make the blonde’s cunt quiver and feel a flaring warmth– aided by Mythra knowing just how much a hock of shit it was. Her pussy was pretty when it was tight and tidy, petite and princess-like in its smooth-lipped presentation; there and then before Nia’s sex-crazed eyes, her parted lips revealed her inner pink, outer lips still furiously red and tellingly thick with swell.

Then the Gormotti descended, lips first, and kissed what no one in their right mind could call a slit. Mythra’s cunt was a gash, a slutty hole inviting anything to try getting her off. Laying on her belly, Nia snaked her arms up along the outside of her lover’s ass and curled her arms over her thighs, gripping them as she began her lewd lavishments. Her lips and tongue seemed to move in perfect unison, alternating the long kisses with teasing probes and presses of her tongue. The bluntly-barbed texture across the flat of the pink muscle sent a jerk straight up through Mythra’s middle, and her moaning soon filled the air.

Usually, when Nia went down on her, Mythra knew her clit would get all the love it needed. Everything done along the lips of her cunt or just inside it was foreplay, build-up to what would really get her off. A few times, the times that Nia had taken initiative rather than just allowing Mythra to lead, her textured tongue had overwhelmed her. Now, it was doing the same to her pussy’s entrance, and while completely ignoring her clit, at that. “Niaaaa, fuck,” Mythra moaned, her body moving restlessly. Both of her hands shoved down to grab hold of Nia’s silvery hair, holding tight. At the same time, her ankles criss-crossed over Nia’s back, trapping the sex kitten’s head between her tightened thighs.

Exactly where Nia wanted to be. Her claws pushed lightly against Mythra’s pale belly as they pushed up along the skin, slipping under the crop top to find the far bustier bitch’s tits, toying roughly with them. That was another departure from the norm, for Nia was typically gentle, careful. She took her time. Not that afternoon, though; she was ravenous with hunger, despite the recency of her last fuck with Rex.

Minutes past, minutes more than Mythra typically lasted when Nia was south of her waist’s border. Nia’s tongue had never failed her– except for when it had, just yesterday, easily overlooked and overshadowed when it was bookended by the best sex of Mythra’s life. She had eaten Rex’s cum out of her pussy. It hadn’t dissatisfied her, but…

“Tasteshshogood,” Nia purred out incoherently in a moment between breaths, the heat of her puffed air as good as another lap of her tongue, “this cock, this fuckin’ cock… need this fuckin’ cock…”

Mythra squeezed her eyes tight. She knew that was coming. Nia was eating her pussy out, but what drew her there was the scent of Gyrex’s cock and its vacated cum; it was sure to keep her there, too. The reminder of her master helped push Mythra past what seemed to block her from cumming on Nia’s face. This wasn’t the first time that Nia was tasting what Gyrex had done to her. It wasn’t even the second time– she had caught Nia licking their cum-soiled bed sheets! Her own infidelity was bad enough, but she couldn’t stop herself from dragging her best friend into it, who had not been in her right mind for some time.

I’m so fucked up . How can I be this awful…? …And that was enough.

“Nia, N-Nia, I’m… I’m sorry,” Mythra whined, sharp and shrill and only growing more so as she found herself pushing towards the release that had been eluding her since breakfast. If Nia heard the apology, she did not react to it, continuing to absolutely feast on her favorite snatch until Mythra’s over-eager pussy had everything it needed. “N-Nia…!” she cried out, but it was not the name she called when the moment of her finale truly came: “REX!”

But Mythra was not calling for the same Rex that Nia had been fucked by. 

As her cunt spasmed into a wild spray of gush, a too-vivid vision burned through her mind once again– so much like Foresight, but Mythra knew that the powers she lost were never coming back. In the vision, she was struggling. Not because she had been denied anything; her gaped cunt drooled rampantly with his fresh seed, mirrored by her burning asshole. Her savaged breasts were leaking in their own way, thin rivulets of milk running down from her pierced nipples and the swell of her puffy areola along their lush curves.  Mythra’s impossible pregnancy had only just begun to show in her belly, faint enough that one would have to see and feel it to believe the Blade had been knocked up by a human.

That was not her struggle. It was a simpler one, lewd only in its specifics. Mythra may have had bewildering curves, but they did not change that she was a tiny woman, slim wherever femininity had not left her preposterously lush. Though she was a few inches taller, Nia’s more modest curves left her seeming smaller. Round hips and breasts made to house milk went far in that regard.

Seeming smaller did not translate to Nia weighing far less, and having lost so much of her Blade power, Mythra’s arms were hardly sufficient for bearing the entire weight of Nia’s body. But that was what her master had demanded of her, and she needed to do her best to be an obedient bitch for her baby’s daddy. Her arms had slipped up under Nia’s thighs and knees, keeping the sex kitten’s feet raised over even her feline ears. The demanding hold had Mythra’s fingers locked behind Nia’s neck, the locked-in woman’s arms kept out to the sides at the same time.

It wouldn’t have been such a struggle if she could lean herself against a wall, but that wouldn’t work for Gyrex– the difference in his height and theirs required that Mythra stood on a step-stool while keeping her best friend aloft. Each time Gyrex slammed his cock home into Nia, Mythra felt like she was going to rock back and fall flat on her ass, body jostled with the forceful impact. Nia was unaware of the danger of their fall, yowling wordlessly in pledge to Gyrex’s big fat cock. Her tail brushed along Mythra’s side.

The only thing that was keeping Mythra from the fall her struggle seemed destined for was Pneuma. Within the moment itself, the blonde wouldn’t be able to turn her head to look at the green-haired Aegis sister– but within the vision, Mythra could see everything at once, from every possible angle. Naked and marked as Guy’s bitch in ways similar to Mythra, the eldest Aegis held the blonde’s hips and kept her steady, half-squatted down. Her face was buried between Mythra’s asscheeks, catching as much of the cummy run-off as she could.

Pyra wasn’t there. Not because she had fallen out of favor with Gyrex, Mythra knew instinctively– it was her day to keep Rex distracted while they tried to do what their wronged husband never could. Gyrex was going to be the one that would put an end to Nia’s endless heat. Every day until she returned to normal, he would cum inside her until the miracle of Mythra’s pregnancy had been repeated, and that would be the day that Gyrex completed his corruption of Rex’s marriage.

As he groaned through his life-starting nut inside Nia’s ultra-fertile womb, the vision came to an end. 

Panting breathlessly, Mythra laid in shapeless spill upon the floor, her limbs falling akimbo as Nia shrugged them off. Giddy relief had Mythra sobbing and laughing at the same time, and not just from finally getting off– as preposterous as her imagination was being, the idea that Nia could be cured by Gyrex’s cock just hit her in a strange way. Unaware of it all, unaware of anything but her need for endless sex, Nia crawled up from Mythra’s pussy, pushing a sloppy kiss upon her, first with her mouth’s lips and then her pussy’s.

The latter cooled Mythra’s fiery need considerably. Returning Nia’s oral was just good manners, but the last thing Mythra wanted to taste was her husband’s spunk, still so fresh inside the insatiable Flesh Eater. She spat out as much as she could, which unfortunately wasn’t much when Nia was mounted atop her face and grinding down. The rest she swallowed swiftly, trying to minimize the contact it had with her taste buds.

All-in-all, however, it was a small price to pay for the relief that had eluded her at every other turn. When Nia finally had her fill, the blonde made her bed and made sure she was tucked in tight before slipping out to finish the rest of her work for the day.

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“These cookies are flipping delicious, Pyra! You really outdid yourself,” Rex said as he munched down, crumbs flying from his open cookie-crushing maw in his rush to give the little clan’s little homemaker her earned praise.

“Thanks, sweetie,” Pyra replied with a smile after pouring the last glass of pink lemonade, leaning in to kiss his brow before taking her seat beside him. “But please close your mouth while you’re chewing. Look at Mythra, you’re grossing her out.”

With her belly feeling like it had dropped out of her torso and was now located somewhere between her ankles, Mythra stared at her husband’s open mouth. Though he could be famously imperceptive, he seemed to realize she was staring at him, and gave her a particularly sheepish grin as he tried to take Pyra’s advice. “Sorry, Myth. They’re just that good. You should try one.”

“I did,” Mythra replied rather hollowly. Everyone seated at the table had a little plate out for their snacks. Pyra had prepared more than just cookies, but– everyone went straight for the fresh cookies. Though they smelled scrumptious, Mythra had been unable to take more than one bite, and so her cookie remained on her plate, once-touched. “They’re good.”

It wasn’t bad, but whether it was her mind playing tricks on her or something that was very real– Mythra could taste hints of her pussy and Gyrex’s cock in it. No one else at the table knew what she had done with the rolling pin, and Mythra herself had forgotten until she took her first bite and it all came rushing back.

Nia, in a bewildering show of lucidity, had cleaned herself up, gotten dressed on her own and joined everyone. She, in particular, was chomping down through the cookies like a woman starved, which lent some credence to maybe the secret ingredient was actually that strong. She sat to Rex’s left, between him and Pneuma. 

“Mm,” Gyrex agreed in a hum, the only person who Mythra didn’t mind eating the cookies, if only because he wasn’t rushing through them. He took a nibble out of his second one before asking Rex and Pneuma, “Do you mind if I rip the bandage off? Considering what we agreed on and how some people might feel about it, I think we should get it out of the way sooner than later.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever,” Rex said easily, earning a side-eye from Pneuma. Unlike Mythra’s stare, he failed to notice that.

“Wait– agreed on?” Pyra spoke up, her deep frown creasing her otherwise smooth brow. “You’ve already finalized the arrangement?”

“Yeah, we did,” Rex chomped right through another cookie, making Mythra cringe.

“Without consulting the rest of us? We own the Inn together, Rex,” Pyra picked up a cookie from the tray at the center of the table. It was destined to be fiddled with in her hands rather than ever eaten, however.

“Sorry. That’s because of me,” Pneuma admitted. “As the person actually tracking all of our expenditures… Well, I made an executive decision. We had the contract ready by the time Rex joined us, so we went over it and he signed it right away. Without this deal, we’d have to close the Inn and sell it by the end of next year.” The explanation didn’t seem to sit well with Pyra. Mythra was still stuck on Rex’s ongoing genocide of the pussy-cookie platter, its numbers already thrice-decimated by him alone. Nia was racing to catch up with him.

“Maybe sooner, going by the books and current tourism trends,” Gyrex spoke next, setting his cookie down and interlacing his hands on the table. “I’ve purchased the Aegis Inn in its entirety, along with its debt.” The table went almost quiet; Rex and Nia were continuing their cookie tyranny, blithe in the face of the thing that shocked Pyra into silence and had even Mythra still with surprise. “Until such a time the Inn has become profitable enough and I’ve recouped my expenditures, I’ll be acting as general manager. Some of the changes I make will be sweeping,” he admitted, “but I promise you, we’ll turn this place around.”

“What?” Pyra asked, weakly. “It’s the Aegis Inn because we own it.”

“And you’ll own it again when I leave to open another Aegis Inn,” Gyrex assured her. “Though, it’ll be as a licensed franchise while I retain private ownership of the name and brand. You’ll all have permanent seats on the board of directors–”

Franchises? Corporations? Mythra blanked out. It was all beyond her; all rooted in the Empire of Mor Ardain’s proposed ‘copyright laws’. Upset yet composed, Pyra kept asking sharp questions; Pneuma and Gyrex had all the answers ready for her, while Rex and Nia cleared out the rest of the cookies. They covered numerous sub-topics that Mythra had no interest in, though her attention honed back in when Gyrex mentioned her by name.

“... be hiring a few extra hands to help with housekeeping duties and so on, in the long term,” he was saying. “Mythra isn’t challenged or stimulated by those tasks. She needs something to keep her busy, so I’ll be taking her on as my personal assistant. We’ll be closed for the next month to handle some necessary renovations, so you won’t have much more work to do because of it,” he promised Pyra.

Mythra felt her face begin to heat up along with her cunt; the disinterest wrought by business talk began to burn away. A sudden squirm in her hips led to a writhing that reminded her all too keenly of her bruises and ass-plug. He’s going to make me… his personal assistant? What does that even mean?

She would have to wait until the next day to find out. Mythra hoped he would call her to his bedroom again that night, or enter his own, but the only moment they had alone together was when he had her show her where the nearest dumpster was so he could throw out some trash. The bag with all her underwear, both lingerie and more practical sets, was unceremoniously tossed in with the other garbage. She hoped that would segue into something, or at least include some instruction for her to join him that evening or leave her room unlocked…

It didn’t. Mythra hugged his sweater close to her chest as she slept that night, unsure of what the future would bring.

Chapter Text

A few days had passed since Gyrex’s purchase of the Aegis Inn.

The first day under his rule had been business as usual for most of the girls, except the front door to the Inn’s reception area had been locked, the ‘OPEN’ sign hanging in the window flipped to read ‘CLOSED’ instead, not that there were any guests coming. Rex and Nia went out on a day-long monster-hunting bounty which would most assuredly include them fucking several times. Pyra cooked, cleaned and did some basic housework. Pneuma was tucked away in the office, and Mythra–

Well, the housework and touch-ups that typically fell to Mythra were taken up by Pyra instead. She was Gyrex’s personal assistant . Though going to sleep alone and untouched the night before had upset her, she woke up feeling far less sore and far more ready to do whatever he might ask of her. The prospects excited her and filled her head with torrid thoughts as breakfast started. As that first day carried on, Mythra spent most of her time within easy reach of her master, just as she hoped she would.

Nothing came of it. He spent most of the day sitting side-by-side with Pneuma in the office, going over records, inventory and other assets. Thus Mythra learned the real duties of a personal assistant: if Gyrex or Pneuma wanted coffee, she went to the kitchen to get them coffee. Water? Snacks? Same deal. If they needed particular documents that would take them thirty seconds to get themselves, they took a minute to tell her where they were filed and waited another two for her to deliver them. When the afternoon sun got in Gyrex’s eyes, she closed the curtains for him.

It was a lot of nothing, simply waiting for him to tell her what to do. As the boring hours droned by, Mythra felt both under- and over-dressed for what her new job entitled. They had, of course, not yet gone out to purchase her promised new outfits, so she had put on the clothing she imagined Gyrex would want her in. Neither her skirt nor her blouse were workplace-appropriate in their length or tightness, especially not when paired with her ongoing lack of undergarments. When she had picked out her attire for his ease of access, she hadn’t considered the possibility they might be spending the day with one of her sisters, or that he might have zero intention of touching her.

Still, though, she was so close to him and she knew that at any moment things could change. Pneuma gave her obviously ungirded tits a few glances askance, smiling bemusedly at Mythra whilst quirking her brows as though to say, ‘hey, what the fuck’ beneath Gyrex’s notice. Mythra shrugged her shoulders in an awkward attempt at nonchalance, flustered. Her pussy remained hot and sodden. While she hadn’t worn her Conduit-stoppered plug overnight, it was once more ensconced in her ass. Sitting on it was more bearable, now, and the bruises were easier to cope with.

At a few points, Pneuma left the room to get-this or check-that tucked into a closet or storage room. Each time, Mythra expected something to happen. It was prime time for Gyrex to just reach out and grab her, touch her, do whatever to her– and it wasn’t like she would take very long, if he wanted to get her off. Alas for her yowling cunt’s yearning, Gyrex kept things respectful. Professional. His small talk bore no hint of innuendo or promise, though the faint smirk and knowing glint in his eyes said he knew what she was feeling.

Moody and horny had been Mythra’s default mood since the morning after her first time with him, and it seemed that was the way he liked her most. They wrapped up for the day around dinner time, and though Gyrex sat beside her at the dining room table, he did not touch her beneath it as he had the previous day’s morning. Mythra drank deeply of their evening wine, half-hoping he would tug her off once the others turned in for the night; she was unsurprised that he did not.

But a bit of wine– she didn’t need much to get wasted –went a long way in making Mythra feel able to broach the issue with him. After he’d gone to bed, of course. Just as she had two nights prior, she went to his room, nude but for stockings and heels. His door was locked, but he answered after some insistent knocking, more naked than she without socks. Naked, and just as aroused– his marriage-ruining cock stuck up and out towards her, the one-eyed snake demanding more eye contact than his face. “Why are you here?” he had asked Mythra bluntly.

“Because I’m your bitch. I’m your slut,” Mythra had told his cock, breathy voice a drunken slur. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to feel it on her skin and inside her. Her pussy pulsed pathetically with its need for him, dragged out throughout the day. The words she spoke so comfortably were the words that had been the advent of her new life, and in her mind surely they would do the same now. One of her hands, uncoordinated and doubled-up in her vision, reached out for him.

“Did I tell you to come here?” Gyrex then asked quietly, and Mythra’s hand stopped short of his half-covered crown.

“No…” Mythra whispered, hesitant with uncertainty, glancing up. By the time their eyes were meeting, his hand was slipping behind her head, twisting a grimace-worthy grip into her hair. “Rex,” she whined in a long, soft groan. Her eyes closed, relishing that she was finally getting something from him, and her head nocked back into his tug.

More than that was coming to her. Though it made Mythra yelp, she welcomed anything he gave her. The short slap of his fingers across her cheek harkened back to all the slaps he had given her prior amidst the pounding that had completely broken her. Keeping her head steady with the hand in her hair, Gyrex laid several more on her pale cheek, leaving its sloshed, aroused fluster even darker there. Each crack of his calloused digits against her soft skin brought with it part of his next question. “Then why are you here, when I don’t want you?”

“B-because… because I need your cock…!” Mythra had then confessed, something they both knew all too well. In the moment, her head hazy, it felt like the right thing, and he made her feel like she was being rewarded for being so candid– he hauled hard on her hair to drag her in, slamming the door behind her. Though Mythra’s drunkenness kept her from walking steadily, he pulled her across the room and right over to the bed where he had made her understand what she really was, deep down.

“You don’t get my cock when you want it. You get it when I want to use you, bitch,” Gyrex reminded her, his voice low as he dropped upon the bed. Mythra found herself following after him, but not in any way that would lead to her getting what she wanted from him. As he forced her belly over his knees, Mythra moaned, not quite grasping what it meant when his cock was pushing against her stomach from below, in no danger of slipping into her snatch or mouth.

“And tonight… I don’t… want you.” THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. Each part of the sentiment was segmented by his palm impacting her ass, keeping it in jiggling ripple. The first garnered no audible reaction from Mythra amidst her surprise and stiffening, back arching and head trying to lift. She was still flat-footed when the second connected with her already-bruised rump, yowling out loudly and clearly. 

Both of her hands grabbed at his leg beneath her and clawed at it, and though her moment of reflexive viciousness drew blood, the all-human businessman was made of stern stuff. With every impact, Mythra felt like the plug both breaching and guarding her asshole was being shoved in fresh. The three were just the start of her punishment for the evening. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. “G-Guy! Rex! Gyrex!” she squealed out; THWACK, THWACK. Though his point had been made at the door, he did not hold back or slow.

Mythra didn’t want him to. She wanted to be treated like a dumb, cheating bitch unworthy of respect, and whether or not Gyrex opted to give her more than the damp brush of his cock pressing against her stomach, she was getting that. Spurred by masochistic delight, her hips squirmed with each smack that came down on them, toes tight from the first spank. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. The lasting bruises on her bottom would be renewed for the morning, and it would be so worth it; her pussy was already tightening, rolling with a stormy quiver.

THWACK. Wanton ecstasy began to pour out of Mythra’s mouths, one creamy liquid, the other pure noise. Gyrex was quick to slip his hand from her hair to her face, jamming his fingers into her mouth to muffle her orgasmic cry. Heedless, she bit on them, but still she persisted. THWACK. Mythra didn’t need his cock to cum; she just needed him . The spanks kept coming, and she kept cumming with them, finding pleasure in his abuse and all the reminders of what she deserved.

When it ended, he shoved her off his lap, and Mythra landed limp on her side with a woozy, moaning whimper. But that had just been the end of her spanking, not the punishment he had elected to give her; with no chance to recover from her body’s immoral joy, Mythra found herself rolled over, her face pushed into the puddle gushed out of her cunt. “I want this spotless, you whore,” Gyrex growled down at her, grabbing her hair again and guiding her head. 

All pride eschewed, Mythra did as she was told. He continued to spank her, but now he left her flaming cheeks behind, forcing her thighs apart to allow him to slap something far more tender and sensitive to the touch. Wet smack after wet smack rang out throughout the room as he abused her quim, the resultant gasps and howls each their own shrill shriek. It was more than she could take. A normal woman would have begged for him to take it easy, for him to slow down or stop altogether– and Mythra had only just begun to understand how abnormal a woman she was, the nature of her being aside.

When he presented her with his glistening fingers to clean, Mythra did so with hysterical gusto before she found herself being dragged again, knees sliding along the wooden floor. The door to Gyrex’s room opened, and her master put his foot to her ass and kicked her through it. “Go the fuck to sleep,” he told her, his hard-on untouched.

That was all Mythra could think about on her shuddering crawl back to her bedroom. There, she did as she was told, a pained smile on her lips and her body cuddled close to the sweater that smelled of her master. The renewed bruises across her poor ass served as her hangover cure come morning.

The second day was more of the same; the night itself was not, for her knocking at his door went unanswered. Mythra went to bed dismayed, certain she would be awake and trying to get herself off all night; the wine saw to it that she passed out, exhausted and unsatiated.

The third day, though– that was different. The morning initially dragged on like the first two days, with her being Gyrex and Pneuma’s errand girl instead of the bitch he had made her into. After lunch, Gyrex slid the green-haired Aegis sister a pile of paperwork and asked her with a handsome smile, “Can you take those down to the post office, send them off and then meet with those contractors? It’d be for the best if they could get started on our planned renovations by the end of the week.”

“Of course,” Pneuma replied with a smile of her own, rising to her feet. After briefly flicking through the paperwork to make sure nothing was missing, she glanced at Mythra with a hint of odd mirth in her expression. “Behave yourself for Guy.”

“O-of course I will,” Mythra said, sitting up from her indolent slump on the couch before second-guessing the wording and glaring at Pneuma. “What do you mean, behave?! I’m not some pet!”

From behind Pneuma, Gyrex smirked at his pet fucktoy, blossoming fresh red across her cheeks. Pneuma just giggled and began to head out of the room, hips swinging. “Door open or closed?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Closed,” Gyrex replied simply, and without a second thought, Pneuma popped out, the door clicking soundly behind her. The two were finally left alone, and Mythra was all too aware of what that might mean– the way that Gyrex gazed at her from his seat behind the desk spoke volumes. She sat up even further and wet her lips anxiously, looking back at him with wide eyes that said even more: eager, anxious, liable to break into tears if not finally given the outlet she finally needed.

“Strip,” Gyrex told her with the same blunt delivery he used with Pneuma, giving her clothing only the briefest glance. Two days of neglect by her master had not led to Mythra giving up on showing off for him, but it had led to her putting less care into it– the first day had been a blouse and skirt, and the second had been a sheath dress. 

For the third day, Mythra was stretching out a thin tank-top and suffocating her ass in denim cut-offs. Professional? Nope. Workplace appropriate on a casual Friday? Even if they had such a thing, hell no. The stiffened tips of her nipples were pressing against the fabric, overt enough that a hint of her puffy areolae’s color could be gleaned through it in good lighting. The jeans were coarse on her wet cunt, but unlike her top, the fabric was thick enough that just a bit of feminine pussy drool wouldn’t create an obviously damp spot.

“You want me to…? Y-yeah, fine!” Had she actually regained her Blade powers, Mythra would have been a blur of motion in how quickly she rose and ripped off both layers. Without them, it was much slower going. She tried to play it off as cool, as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if she hadn’t been profusely slick and aching for him for days. In her rush to rise, she stumbled a step, but quickly straightened up. Her hands grabbed the hem of the tank-top and quickly skimmed it up along her pale, flat stomach. In the midst of the rise, the top bunched up beneath her buoyant breasts, hauling them up and making for a spectacular drop when they cleared over the mounds. Once it was over her head, she shrugged it down one arm and used the other hand to gather and draw her long hair to one side.

“Throw both your top and bottom over to me,” Gyrex spoke up before the top could completely clear over her hand. Ready to just ditch them wherever, Mythra hesitated, then balled it up and tossed it over to her master. He reached out and caught it before it could land atop all the paperwork and documents spread out on the desk before him, opening a drawer beneath the desk and dropping it in without ceremony, leaving it open. His eyes returned to Mythra quickly, watching her with distanced interest.

She had not been told to pose or strip slowly; while Gyrex dunked the tank-top into the desk’s drawer, Mythra had unbuttoned her shorts and was beginning to tug them down. Despite her excited rush, the inanimate object proved disinterested in abandoning the flesh they hugged like a second skin. Getting their elastic waist over her ass was as much a struggle as taking Gyrex’s cock for the first time, a goal Mythra could only achieve through a great deal of wriggling and bouncing in place. All the while, her pretty face grimaced, teeth gritting in irritation at herself for not just sticking with the skirts she’d been wearing before.

It was not a deliberate dance, that wriggling and bouncing– but it was enough to put a smile on Gyrex’s face when Mythra finally managed the feat, puffed her cheeks with post-consternation satisfaction and glanced up at him. Biting at the inside of her bottom lip, cheeks flaring fresh red, she slid them down over her thighs with less difficulty, pushing them down over her knees and then stepping out of them altogether. Once she stepped out of them, Mythra threw them over to Gyrex’s waiting hand, where they were unceremoniously dumped into the drawer with her top. He shoved it shut, locking the drawer and tucking the key away.

No socks, no shoes. Mythra wore nothing else– no necklace, no ring, not even a pair of earrings. The plug in her ass hardly counted, though the Conduit-shaped stopper was certainly a choice decoration, matching her green core crystal. Dark liner and subtle green shadow outlined and emphasized her golden eyes, freshly applied that morning, though the polish on both her fingers and toe’s nails had grown chipped since she first applied them. 

As she stood to present herself, her posture leaned towards self-conscious yet prideful; Mythra hid nothing from Gyrex’s eyes, back subtly curved to thrust out her tits while her stance kept her thighs parted to reveal her slutty cunt. After ensuring the preposterously long fall of her golden hair was hanging along her backside, one of her arms reached behind herself to grasp at the elbow of the other. Gazing demurely at Gyrex, she saw that his smile had faded, his expression inscrutable as he looked her over from head to toe and back again.

It was almost as good as having his hands on her, being given such a clear reminder of how he owned her– how he alone could treat her. Practically tactile, Mythra felt his gaze most keenly when it slowed in consideration of choice parts of her body. 

A moment on her lips, which Mythra could not help but flick her tongue over, adding a slick sheen to the gloss already coating their pink. Another moment on her breasts, obscene in their youthful pert for their size– when he looked there, she gave her shoulders a little shake, just enough to sway them for his eyes. As Gyrex regarded her hips, Mythra gave them a matching wiggle, a rock to one side and the other in order to flaunt their femininity– perfect for child-rearing, if only she could be bred. 

The flushed swell of her needful snatch made him smirk slightly, clit peeking from its hood, outer lips giving a slight twitch. His last touches there had been malicious, mean-spirited, and Mythra’s masochistic pussy had not forgiven him for it; it wanted more of the same. More reminders, more abuse. Mythra’s eyelids began to hang heavy, lashes a dark veil over the gold of her irises, open just enough to watch as he crawled his lecherous assessment of her body down along her thighs.

What comes next? … Besides me, obviously, Mythra thought, giddy at the coming disgrace he was sure to inflict upon her. As Gyrex’s roaming gaze began its return up along her nubile flesh, her perverse mind conjured the possibilities, flicking briefly from him to different pieces of furniture and places in the room. Perhaps he would clear the desk with a mighty sweep of his powerful arm, then shove her down against it and fuck her into it with flagrant disregard for how it would batter her front-facing thighs. Maybe he wouldn’t bother clearing the desk, and he’d just slam her back down against it, holding her down while briskly pumping into her pink twat.

Maybe he’d have her kneel facing away from him in the chair that Pneuma had vacated– or maybe he’d push her up against the wall, pinning her cheek against a framed family photograph of happier times for the Aegis family. Mythra loved it when he put her against the wall– especially when he took full advantage of trapping her in place, brute-forcing as much of his cock down her throat as he could. A hot flash flared from her shivering fuckhole throughout her body, making her shiver. Goosebumps trailed on her skin in its wake.

A minute must have passed by, perhaps even two. Gyrex did nothing more to her than look , saying nothing, and Mythra simply waited, her lips first nibbled then pursed and finally pinched. Her bedroom eyes began to burn with horny impatience as the realization dawned upon her that, once more, she was going to be teased, strung along, left to suffer until such a time her master took pity on her. It was just as Mythra deserved, but not the mistreatment she truly longed for.

That didn’t make it any less arousing. When Gyrex finally spoke, Mythra’s eyes shot up hopefully. “Sit back down on the couch. Lean back and hold your legs up and apart,” he told her. Familiar instructions, ones that had preceded fierce fucks that left her womb plump with his intense loads of seed.

“Sure,” Mythra breathed out hotly, taking a step back. She expected to be a little further from the couch than she already was, but found the back of her legs brushing its leather exterior straightaway. Further abandoning grace, she dropped down into place, green-painted fingernails clawing beneath her thighs as she pulled them into the mandated position. Her restless feet lifted just above her golden head of hair, raised thighs not quite thick enough to obscure the restive spill of her natural breasts; so very motherly, if not for their youth. Her hungry gash’s pink tunnel shivered excitedly, far more exposed and vulnerable than the plugged hole just an inch below it, itself flanked by the bruises he left on her skin.

“That’s good,” Gyrex murmured in his deep baritone, his approval sending another hot flash through Mythra’s body. “Hold that position until I’m ready for you, Mythra. I have a lot to go through before the renovations begin,” he said with just a hint of chagrin, and again Mythra’s pussy rejoiced, further soaking with the implication that he would rather be doing something with her hot, ready hole.

“Uh… uhm, right,” the blonde panted, feeling like another remark along those lines might be enough to push her into an orgasm on its own. He’s being so… talkative… is he going to keep going? Please keep going. Tell me what a good girl I am for you. Or at least tell me what a fucking trashy piece of shit I am…!

Gyrex did not. He fell silent for another minute, looking down at the ledger open before him. Something he read warranted a pinch of his brows; he grabbed a pen from the waiting cup off to his side and jotted down a quick notation. When his silence broke, it was not the praise or degradation that Mythra hoped for so dearly, but instead a conversational question. “Have you tried to masturbate since the last night you spent in my room?”

They had not conversed since their early morning fuck days prior. Mythra grimaced, her notions of being fucked on the spot squashed. Do I tell him the truth? she asked herself, swallowing slightly and giving her lip the smallest of nips, playing for time as she sought a decision. Would honesty make him more likely to use her like the fucktoy she was, or less? I think… I think he’s going to know if I lie to him, the Aegis decided, her belly tensing with the realization. “Yes,” she answered, breathy voice faint with apprehension.

Gyrex grunted, unsurprised, and did not look up as he bid Mythra, “Tell me what you did and when you did it,” he ordered.

With aroused shame further fanning the flames of her desire, Mythra began to indulge her master– to think, she had contemplated lying to him. To think she had lied or misled him at all! That just made it worse, and the worse it was, the better she found it. Her confessions did not feel like a weight lifting off her shoulder, but a heavy presence plying her pathetic, traitorous pussy. “I… I tried a lot of different things after breakfast. The one where you were fingering me in front of everyone,” she started, pausing there, expecting a pointed inquiry.

Gyrex did not comment. He did not push for more. He simply continued to work, pen flowing across the page. He wants me to just keep going, doesn’t he?

So Mythra did just that. “Tried… rubbing myself against Pyra’s bedpost for a few minutes, but it wasn’t working.” The more mundane attempts of the incident in the kitchen followed without warranting any reaction from her master, but when Mythra brought that up… “And, and then in the kitchen with Pyra’s rolling pin–”

That got Gyrex’s attention. His brows swept high as he looked up from the paper to the bitch showing off her holes to him, the surprise on his face a genuine thing. Though wide with that surprise, his eyes soon narrowed to slits, razor sharp and honed in on Mythra as she continued. “I fucked myself with it, but it wasn’t working. It was… bigger than your cock, but about as thick. But it wasn’t yours,” she said. “And just as I was about to give up, Pyra was coming back from wherever she got the chocolate chips for the cookies. And– and I decided I wanted her to catch me doing it. That it might make me cum. Everyone finding out how terrible I am, w-without… without exposing you.”

“Did it?” Gyrex asked.

“... No,” Mythra told him softly, closing her eyes. “I covered up before she got in. She just… she just assumed I was sick, and when she wasn’t paying attention I took it out, dried it off and ‘found’ it,” the blonde told her master.

“The secret ingredient in that batch of cookies,” Gyrex began slowly, “is your pussy’s juice staining the rolling pin?”

“Yeah.” Mythra nearly whispered, swallowing.

“Let me get this straight. You fucked yourself with a rolling pin, then let your sister use that rolling pin to make cookies. Then, you sat in front of your entire family- myself included -and watched as everyone ate those cookies.” Gyrex paused, each word very cleanly, sharply enunciated. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” Mythra mumbled weakly, her stomach fluttering with butterflies twinned by her cunt. Is he mad at me? Please don’t be, not… not unless you’re going to fuck me while you’re angry…

Gyrex chuckled, still a slow sound, like molasses in that regard– and in how it sounded to Mythra’s ears. What she liked best from her master’s lips was undoubtedly praise and disdain, however he might like to give her either. But it was nice to hear him just laugh at her, even if the source of that laughter seemed to be him grappling with stark disbelief. “You’re not kidding,” he said, rather than asked. “You’re not just dressing this up. You actually did that.”

“... Yeah,” Mythra confirmed for the third time, her smile self-conscious as her murmur. “I… I really wanted to cum,” she earnestly confessed to him, opening her eyes slowly to meet his gaze. “It was driving me crazy, and I know that’s why you did it, and… and I did exactly what you wanted me to do, right?” she asked him. Her pussy twitched, vivid wet pink just as bashful yet honest as she.

“No. I expected you to stew in silence like a good slut until I saw fit to fuck you again. What you did has to be one of the most disgusting, deplorable things I’ve ever heard a woman do,” Gyrex replied, blunt and direct and without an ounce of hesitation. “It is incredible that you managed to sit through everyone enjoying those cookies.” Mythra squirmed at his choice of words until his reiteration made her flinch, delivered sharper. “Not incredible in a good way, Mythra. You’re lucky that you were created so pretty, because something is deeply rotten within you.”

The fuzzy side of the warmth that had just begun to spike within Mythra faded, and she felt like he had just kicked her in the ovaries– the emotional equivalent of his cock ramming against her cervix. The warmth itself only grew, and though her range of motion was constrained by her pose, she nevertheless moved with restless arousal. The only thing better than praise from Gyrex was his disdain mistaken for a compliment and quickly corrected; that got her the best of both worlds.

His eyes slid away from her, the astonishment on his face fading with the pinch of his brows and the purse of his lips. “While I knew Rex was going to be completely oblivious to everything going on right beneath his nose… I didn’t expect Pyra to be just as imperceptive as he is,” Gyrex said, thinking out loud rather than speaking to Mythra. “Certainly not about the way you’d look and act with something that thick inside you. Suppose she’s predisposed to disbelieve the worst until she sees real proof of it.”

“I… I guess?” Mythra offered up tentatively, gnawing at the swell of her bottom lip. She had not been in the legs-up pose for long, and it was one that Gyrex had her take a few times now– but that did not translate to her being used to it. Her once superhuman stamina was far-gone, and the exercise that she had these days did not adequately prepare her for maintaining such a lewd display for more than a few minutes at a time.

Gyrex didn’t look at her. He stared pensively at the wall for a minute more before scraping back his chair and rising fluidly. “Stay where you are,” he told her, heading over to the door. Mythra’s eyes glued on to his waist as he went– first his frontside, where his titan of a cock had formed a noticeable bulge that not even Rex would be able to play off, were the two men to suddenly cross paths. As he opened the door and stepped out, her dreamy eyes latched upon his ass. Compared to Rex’s, it was a damn good ass, shapely with muscle–

Damn good enough that it, on its own, was enough to spark another vision– the Foresight she had yet to accept as being what it really was. Another vivid flash of a certain future played out in an instant before her eyes, feeling so much longer to her senses; a great deal of information condensed into less than a nano-second. She saw herself as Gyrex would soon make her– inked and pierced with reminders of his ownership, and collared too. Whether or not she was pregnant was unknowable. If she was, then the life in her womb had yet to begin rounding her belly.

The two of them were in the Aegis Inn’s remodeled and expanded kitchen. Once sized with just their family in mind, Gyrex’s renovations saw the kitchen greatly improved, with all the amenities and utilities Pyra (as well as her extra staff) would need to prepare meals for upwards twenty guests at a time, family not included. They weren’t a bed and breakfast anymore, but a full-on hotel. That morning, though, it was just them . There were no guests yet, for the Aegis Inn had yet to relaunch itself. Nia, Pneuma, Pyra and Rex were in the dining room; a waist-high serving hatch behind the service counter and bar allowed them to see into the kitchen, and vice-versa.

No. This isn’t a dining room. This is a restaurant, Mythra realized. Pyramanic? Mythra couldn’t see the sign that named Pyra’s restaurant, but she knew that to be its name. The Mythra in the vision couldn’t see much of anything. As far as her family knew, she was still asleep in bed, dealing with the hangover left by the small celebration they had the previous night. That was what Gyrex told them, seeming to be the first one up, and insistent on being the one that prepared breakfast for them all that morning. Pyra, he claimed, deserved an opportunity to sit back and relax.

She was impressed with that. Really, everything Gyrex had done up until that point impressed Pyra. The redhead was only half-involved in the attention, watching him work in the kitchen with a smile all too familiar to Mythra; it bordered on dreamy without quite toeing over that line. Once upon a time, she used to look at Rex that way.

Gyrex had lied to them all, of course. The vision-Mythra had been the first one up; she had passed out with her cheek pillowed atop his sloppy cock, and she awoke with his morning wood. As he had taught her, she had woken him up with her loving mouth and worshipful fingers and had swallowed her breakfast load. Then he had her crawl naked into the kitchen at his heel, risking chance exposure of their affair to the others.

Though he was wearing pants when they entered, those had been set to the side by the time the family started filtering in, all yawns and stretches. Gyrex confidently wore Pyra’s favorite apron to cover up his lack of pants, hardly emasculated by wearing something pink and frilly. Its small size was pulled tight over his front, making for some appreciable eye-candy for the women. Again, though: the Mythra in the vision couldn’t see much of anything. The naked bitch was hidden from her family by virtue of being on her knees. Her virgin white painted nails kept Gyrex’s ass parted for her mouth, her face tucked right up against his crack to ensure her mouth could press against its hole, kisses trading off with lurid laps of her tongue against the profane entrance.

The vision-Mythra already had her morning protein; now she was having her morning salad, freshly tossed. It was not her first time eating her master’s ass, but she could count the number of times he had demanded such pleasure from her on one hand. She’d been upset and apprehensive the first time, unsettled by what she saw as a strange request. Now though, she ate his ass eagerly, enjoying the forbidden taste like fine wine– like a bitch who had no appreciation for wine beyond its alcoholic content. 

He had done far worse to her since, and made her love it.

One of his hands reached back to grab the back of her head, and in the vision, Mythra knew what that meant. She took a quick breath while she still could, and then he was pushing her roughly against himself. Her hands slid around his hips to grab his mighty cock with one hand, the other taking to fondle his balls. As silent as her ass-eating was, the rapid jack of Gyrex’s precum-oozing cock was markedly less so, once again risking everything for just one nut.

Mythra loved him so much. Her master had already told them that he would bring her breakfast in bed, after they were all served. She couldn’t wait to find out how he intended to sneak her, naked and inseminated and clearly his , past all of them. The amorous Aegis couldn’t wait to get her ‘breakfast in bed’... his glorious cock back inside her–

And then the vision was over. Mythra’s eyes slowly came back into focus, and she found herself gazing hazy-eyed at the door that Gyrex had left wide-open behind her. Like the obedient bitch she was, she awaited his return in placid silence. A minute passed before Mythra really understood what she was looking at: a wide-open door . While Pyra was still home.

Her heart rate spiked, and her legs jerked at odds with the hands holding them back, her first impulse to stumble up and close it just in case. Panic pounded through Mythra, and for once the fear was hitting her even harder than Gyrex had at his roughest. The couch didn’t face the door directly, but anyone who started coming down the hall would catch her in profile. Raised and naked, her legs had no plausible deniability for why they were up so, not unless she were to feed Pyra some banal excuse. Gyrex the gynecologist, perhaps.

But Mythra did not stand. Swallowing hard, she reminded herself of what he had said: Stay. Right. Here. She tried. She tried so, so hard, but her moment of cowardice with Pyra’s rolling pin was fresh in her memory, and she just knew she couldn’t–

Of her own volition. This time, however, Mythra was obeying orders. When Gyrex returned to the room, he found the blonde bitch where he had left her, though in a far different mood; her chest heaved with heavy, heaving breaths, hints of upset tears running down her cheeks. The panic attack had started minutes prior. Massive relief flooded her face at his return, almost as massive as the flood of feminine leak spilling out of her pussy upon the couch’s surface. Her legs were shaking, muscles laced with acid. “Could’ve sworn I closed this behind myself,” Gyrex murmured in casual observation as he ensured the door was firmly shut behind himself. “Probably needs to be replaced, huh.”

You’re full of shit, Mythra wanted to scream at him. It was so obvious he was full of shit, and that was probably the point of it– but she was a little too far off the deep end physically to make that known. He gave no reaction to her hyperventilating when he turned to face her and walked over. “I don’t know why you didn’t get up to close it yourself. Not like I would have known any better, so long as I came back and found you this way,” Gyrex told her with a smirk as he began to squat down. Though he had something in one hand, she didn’t register what it was. “You’re a smarter bitch than that.”

Mythra tried to bare her teeth at him, but her mouth was still seized by the fear that gripped her core; all she managed in the face of his taunting was a flustered, teary grimace and a noise like a sob. She could not imagine that her crying was anything but the ugly sort, the kind that would probably wilt his cock rather than tempt him to fuck her.

“But…” Gyrex said, his voice lowering as his low pose shifted into a kneel. “You did good, being so obedient. And since I don’t have to explain to Pyra that I’m a registered gynecologist in the Kingdom of Uraya…” Her pussy tensed tight and sucked deep at the feeling of his warm breath playing over her damp, swollen twat. The next exhale out of her wasn’t a repeat of her repetitive, panicked panting but a lurid moan, pitching high and higher. “A small reward.”

That first breath against Mythra’s hairless pussy was a promise, and one Gyrex made good on. Far warmer but not nearly as slick as her cunt, his tongue danced across her twitching slit and teased over her clit with surprising grace and gentleness. Had his tongue a different texture, Mythra could have mistaken his cunt-licking opener for Nia’s before the madness of perpetual heat stole her away. Although the tears kept running down her cheeks, they were no longer sourced from overwhelmed fear. Yet not a sudden surge of happiness, either. Something closer to relief kept them rolling; were she still not obeying his instruction to stay posed as she was, Mythra would have thrown herself at him, hugging him tight and burying herself to his chest.

Her eyes closed tight. Keeping her labored legs high was so much easier with his ministrations distracting her from the reality of her strained limbs. Mythra’s bent and curled body writhed in place as he toyed with her, and there was no doubt in her mind that he was toying with her. Each slip and slide of his tongue was lazily paced, long moments given to tease her cunt’s forsaken entrance before a feather-light touch grazed over one side of her clit.

For all his domineering, Mythra’s master had eaten his fair share of pussy; an act performed without concession of control. It was along the lines of what she was most familiar with, with Nia– yet it painted such a contrasting picture when pitted against her most recent sapphic experiences. There, Mythra had only gotten off from Nia’s frenzied pussy-licking from the knowledge her keen nose was seeking hints of Gyrex’s virile cock; a day before that, Mythra had to fake cumming to bring an end to Nia cleaning her pussy of Rex’s spunk.

The fact it was Gyrex alone made a difference, to say nothing of the difference in skill and talent. Nia was a natural, but she had only ever tasted Mythra and Pneuma’s cunts. If Mythra cared to risk it, she could go find out how many dozens if not hundreds of pussies her master had tamed with his tongue.

His fingers were not entirely idle, not once he got going. When Gyrex began giving her clit more focused attention, his fingers found her slit and caressed it possessively, like a delicate treasure kept away from the rest of the world. Little pushes of his fingers taunted her needful body with the possibility of his digits entering her, but they never pushed in, dancing away and leaving Mythra’s folds squeezing around a fat load of nothing. Then, when he kissed goodbye to her clit and went back to putting the tip of his tongue to lewd use over her cunt, Gyrex would draw his fingers lower.

Mythra had grown so used to the toy lodged in her ass that when Gyrex began to play with the Conduit-shaped stopper, she was caught off-guard by the reminder of its existence. The way that it pushed and prodded against the forbidden walls within her ass was new all over again. Each time he tilted the stopper down, it dragged up against the wall that neighbored her pussy, giving the wet pink hole a fresh thrill each time. 

If he wanted her to, Mythra would have been cumming within seconds of him first breaking her out of the panic. Each time she felt near that point– each time her moans keened their most deplorable and tumultuous pussy began to shiver with ecstasy, Gyrex knew. And each time, he took his lips from her and growled low in his throat, “Don’t cum.”

“Don’t cum.”

“Don’t cum.”

“Don’t. Cum.”

Her master knew how to drive her mad, grief-stricken and despairing as the minutes dragged on. Just those words and a brief pause were enough to stop her from finding the peak she was increasingly desperate for– and this time, it would be far worse than what he had done through fingers alone. Mythra squealed against tight lips, her teeth dug deep and savage enough into her bottom lip to sprig a hint of coppery blood there. Her hips could not manage much writhing, not with her legs up, but they tried their damnedest.

When Gyrex broke away, the panic almost came upon her again, but the light at the end of her tortured tunnel finally gleaned through. Just as she was opening her eyes to stare at him in wild-minded fury over the edging, something thick and smooth and wooden pushed against her twat. Familiar, but not so familiar that her lust-addled mind understood what it was right away. She tried to look and tried to ask, but Mythra only whined out the name she preferred for her master, eyes rolling back: “Rrrrrrex…!”

“Cum now.”

And then, as the handle of the rolling pin gave way to the rest of its thick body, Mythra screamed it long and loud and free. The office was not sound-proofed, but that was not her concern– and she would later learn that Gyrex had sent Pyra out on an errand. Once again it strained her to her limit, the end of the utensil brushing up against her cervix and sending discomfort and nausea flooding up through her. Try as it might to drown out the pleasure, the knowledge it was Gyrex pushing it so deep was transformative as ever; it acted as a tidal wave that crashed into the pain, sandwiching it and drowning it all.

He didn’t hold it deep. He fucked her with it. Warm and wet and wild in its arousal, Mythra’s pussy squeezed and released, squeezed and released as though it might somehow draw cum from wood or water from stone.

“Cum, bitch.”

She did. “Keep cumming!” Oh, how she did. Somewhere between the two, Mythra lost her grip on her legs, fingers tightening into fists that pushed against her prideless face as she wailed in the course of unending release. The pressure building up in her cunt and greater pelvis was too much– her cunt longed to squirt, but it couldn’t with something so large stuck inside it. Exhausted and overexerted, her legs fell low, muscles locked with rolling spasms.

“Cum again!” Gyrex’s fingers slapped over one tit and then the other, tormenting her nipples but leaving them harder than ever before. “Keep cumming, you Architect-damned harlot.” Though Mythra did, her cries cut off into wheezes; her hands locked around his wrist and clung tight as he squeezed down on her throat, her body thrashing in heightened bliss, ignorant of her locked airway.

He shouted the words again, but Mythra had hit the point of no longer hearing them: not out of losing consciousness, but thanks to the rhythmless pounding of her heartbeat, beyond loud in her ears. Still, Mythra knew the order was coming and she kept cumming, her body picking up unwittingly on signs and signals. Squeezes on her throat, deliberate prods of the rolling pin against her deepest depths–

It was so much.

It was too much.

It was perfect. It was worth the wait. Even just one itty-bitty orgasm would have been worth the wait. Though it slowly came to an end, the rolling pin did not leave her pussy, leaving her feeling double-stuffed when Gyrex finally brought his lips to her ear, hair pulled up to make the near-senseless bitch lift her head. “Is there anything else you want to tell me about?” he asked her.

“Love you,” Mythra’s ragged voice whimpered out, harsh and in sore need of some rest and perhaps honied tea.

“I love you too, as much as I can love a bitch who won’t ever willingly leave her shitty husband,” Gyrex replied, soft and fond before punctuating the sweet sentiment with a spiteful pinch to her nipple, making the blonde mewl weakly. “But you know I don’t give a fuck about that. You know what I was really asking about.”

Mythra did– even blinded and dulled by her orgasms, she knew both that Gyrex didn’t give a fuck and that he truly did care. More to the point, she indeed knew what he was asking after. “I… I came without you that afternoon,” the dumb-fucked slut confessed without thought of the potential consequences her admission might bring about.

“How?” Gyrex growled, sending a shudder rippled through Mythra’s loosened muscles. He didn’t wait for an answer. Gathering more of her hair and establishing a firm grip on it, he stepped away from the couch and dragged her off it entirely. She landed limply on one hip, with a plaintive grunt and her eyes squeezed shut. The only muscles not entirely relaxed after the fall were those lining her cunt; her kegels were locked tighter than her toes, holding the rolling pin in place. Although her hands reached to shift to a crawl, Gyrex pulled her across the floor before she could settle into all fours.

“Niaaaa… made me cum,” Mythra moaned. After several feet, they came to a stop, and she found herself guided none-too-gently by a shove of Gyrex’s shoe, tucked away and out of sight in what felt like a box sans one side. I’m beneath the desk? she recognized once one of her hands went up to feel beneath it. I’m beneath the desk. Rex’s desk–

It wasn’t her husband’s desk any longer, though. It had never really been in the first place. Pneuma was the only one who used it, but now it belonged to the Rex that Mythra preferred over her husband. Her ears twitched at the sound of Gyrex fumbling his belt loose, his pants slipping down to pool around his ankles thereafter. Her cunt fluttered. “And how did she do that?” Gyrex asked as he settled down in his chair, dragging himself in and flanking Mythra’s petite yet stacked body with his legs, leaving her no room to be anywhere but between their splay.

When she opened her eyes, Mythra found before her what she had hoped to see all along: her master’s cock and balls, thighs spread with the blithe disregard for propriety only men truly enjoyed. He had drawn in close enough to the desk that Mythra could see no other part of him– save his masculine hands, when they reached beneath to take hold of her head once more and draw her forth. She rose to her knees, just small enough to fit in such a way beneath the desk.

The handle of the rolling pin not within her pussy brushed on the floor, not quite fitting the same way. It prodded deeper inside her as she moved, making Mythra groan softly. Though both her asshole and her cunt clenched around what filled them, neither distracted her from the prize just before her nose, so close that her tongue could flick out and taste him. The heady, eminently male scent of his unwashed cock filled her, far more tantalizing to her depraved soul than any cologne.

“Didn’t… want her to do it. Asked her not to,” Mythra mumbled, staring at the shaded length of her master’s uncut cock. As her throat recovered from his prior assault, she heard the slur pleasure left in her words. “But she pushed me down. Kept me down. Wanted to taste you.” Both of Gyrex’s hands briefly slid back along her hair, pushing the bulk of its impressively long length over her shoulders and out of the way. 

“Is that right?” Gyrex asked her quietly, his hands returning to rest on the sides of her head. “After trying so hard to get off that morning, you didn’t want Nia to taste your infidelious cunt while I was still staining it?”

“Mmmmm…” Mythra answered, wetting her lips hungrily and waiting, fighting the temptation to be a presumptuous brat of a bitch. Her hands gripped at her thighs. “Yeash. Not… right. Worse than the rolling pin.”

Gyrex snorted at that. “Mythra,” he said, low but not to the same dark depths of lust his words could achieve. “It’s only been a few days… but by now, you should know better than that. I’ve fucked it into you time and time again.” As he continued, his right hand abandoned her head; the left curled into her hair, giving it a light backward tug so as to leave her face lifted. As a soft groan left her, she closed her eyes again, lips left parted and breathing hard. “You like saying no, but you never mean no. You’ve been playing so hard to get that you even fooled yourself.”

“Yeah…” the bitch hung on to his every word, wanting more, wanting the gut punch he was building up to.

“You should understand by now,” Gyrex told Mythra, giving himself a single stroke to draw back his foreskin before guiding his presented crown down to her face. “You would’ve given yourself up to the first person brave enough to try and force himself on you. You’re lucky that Nia was the first to do that.” Though Mythra braced herself for a slap of his cock, he simply rubbed his pre-leaking tip across her brow as though anointing her with holy oil, left-to-right. Then, going diagonal, he streaked himself across her shadowed eyelid. “And as lucky as I am to be the one to make you mine– you’re far luckier that I’m here to help guide you through this.”

“Yesh,” the bitch agreed. “So… ssso lucky,” she slurred, yet again broken by the special way he treated her. It was impossible to imagine anyone else able to take charge of her, the Aegis, so easily. Though Mythra had helped save the world, she had never really wanted the happy ending that she got: she wanted something disgraceful, ruinous.

It would have been better if Malos and Jin had acquired her without Rex getting in the way. It would’ve been better if they kept her as Torna’s personal cumdump; fucking the legendary Aegis would go far to convert anyone on the fence about joining up with the terrorists. It would have been even better if Malos had won a thousand years prior; she could have spent the last millenia being pimped out by the lesser-known Aegis.

Wasn’t like Adam had been any better than Rex, as much a himbo for all his heroics.

But Gyrex made it worth suffering through unhappy, unfulfilling years with Rex.

“Don’t forget what I told you before. If Rex wants you, give yourself to him. That applies to everyone else in your little ‘family’... if Nia wants you, give yourself to her. Same thing for Pneuma or Pyra. Spare them the trouble of your bullshit, pretending to be anything but the whore that you’ve always been.” Gyrex shoved his cock beneath her nose, resting atop the softness of her upper lip. “Doesn’t matter if they want to treat you like a lover or a one-off whore, does it? You’d be happy to get them off.”

“Yeash,” the lust-drunk slut pledged, as abhorrent as the thought of fucking Rex again was. Gyrex’s commands would make it tolerable to her.

“Good,” Gyrex murmured, dragging himself down a bit lower, just low enough that the vertical slit tipping his crown leaked its clear slick fluid straight into the horizontal part of her mouth. As Mythra whimpered over his taste, he kept speaking. “By the end of the year, it’s going to be busier than ever around here. If you thought you had it bad before with perverts making plays at you and your sisters…”

He tsked. “You’re going to learn how bad it can really be. But you’re not going to complain. When you’re not busy being my personal assistant, I’m going to expect you to be the best hostess you can be. You’re going to make every pervert and lecher feel welcome when they come here, aren’t you? I’m not going to tell you to fuck them–”

“Wouldn’ttttt. Only want your cock,” Mythra mumbled thoughtlessly. “S’the best cock around, n’... Rex…”

Gyrex chuffed with amusement, but made no comment. “You’re going to flirt with them. I want every man and woman who walks through our front door to feel like they have a chance with you. Don’t give a damn what they look like or if they’re a Nopon. It’ll be on you to make sure that they have the experience they come to the Aegis Inn for. You’ll do that for me, won’t you, bitch?”

“Yyyyeah,” Mythra’s reply was as eloquent as every other one that preceded it. What she was agreeing to, it wasn’t something Mythra thought about– Gyrex could have asked her to slit Rex’s throat and with his cock almost in her mouth, she would’ve happily agreed to do it. 

And with that agreement– another flash before her eyes, another whole future condensed into a split-second. 

Instead of one moment, Mythra saw many. Some came before the impossible pregnancy she had glimpsed, and others after she had shed the weight she had put on during her second and third trimesters. With how busy both Gyrex and Rex were, the vision-Mythra could go two or three weeks without seeing either the man she pledged herself to, or the dipshit she had married. But she never, ever had to go a day without dick if she wanted one.

She always did. The slutty outfits that Gyrex had purchased her were a clear invitation to anyone looking for a lay, and– trashy whore that she was, even dressed elegant –Mythra did not shy from their wandering eyes. Far more than any other time in her life, Mythra smiled and laughed, no longer reluctant to express herself or worrying over how people perceived her. What mattered most to her was that they did perceive her, and they loved what they saw.

Sometimes, the vision-Mythra knew she was going to fuck a guest from the moment their eyes first met. 

Sometimes- Mythra was fucking them within moments of their eyes first meeting. Rarely, but sometimes. 

More than one man had assumed she was a prostitute when they saw how she held herself. Mythra didn’t deny them. Didn’t take their money, either. Just their cum, wherever they wanted to leave it, and left them deeply unsettled when they realized she was the Aegis they had come to see. Every legend about Mythra included mention of her uniquely green core crystal, but now it gleamed pink as her slutty pussy. Most seemed to assume it was some aesthetic modification.

It wasn’t. It had changed thanks to Gyrex, much like Mythra herself. Nothing was off limits to those who she fucked; there was nothing they could do to her that Gyrex hadn’t already. Her favorites were the married men there with her wives. Playing the part of a home-wrecker made her feel so close to her master… almost like she’d one day be as loved and cherished as his V.

The vision-Mythra knew that would never happen, though. Even if he loved and prized Mythra, she was a trashy bitch, a cheating whore. From the stories he told of her, Mythra knew that V was an amazing woman and the love of his life. Sometimes–

Mythra blinked, woozy. It felt so much like Foresight, but it couldn’t be… it just couldn’t be. Should really mention this to someone. See if Pneuma or Pyra have been having these too… she thought with what little sense she had left. That was already fleeting, however. The vision did not come to a natural conclusion, but an abrupt one. It took a moment more for Mythra to realize why, attesting once more to Gyrex’s ability to make any wit she had ooze out of her pussy on command. His cock was in her mouth.

On her tongue.

“For the rest of the afternoon,” Gyrex was telling her, giving a lazy drag of his hand through her hair before drawing both above the desk, “you’re going to fawn over my cock for practice. At no point should you be trying to make me cum,” he warned her. “You’re awful at sucking dick, and that won’t have changed for a few days of being unbearably horny. Take it slow. Find out what works and what doesn’t. Nod if you understand.”

Mythra nodded around him, chin bobbing shallowly and brushing him along the roof of her mouth. Her pussy tensed once more against the wood lodged inside it, and though her hips shifted accordingly, she tried to settle in and ignore it. With her ass similarly stuffed, it was impossible to completely block out the fulfillment either gave her.

As ever, however, having Gyrex’s cock in proximity to her– inside her, even –was a wonderful distraction from any discomfort or hesitation. Given her head, the blonde devoted herself to giving her master worshipful head for the hours that followed. At first, the infidelity was as innocent and chaste as it could be; that was not at all, but relative to what she would later do, the initial licks and suckles upon his crown were maidenly. Her loving kisses were a constant, beyond repetitive but never any less heartfelt or lurid for it. Some segued to her harboring his crown inside the moist moor of her mouth, but never past that.

Even with her brain flicked off and her whole being given over to her illicit relationship, Mythra understood she wasn’t up to deep-throating. Period. If she couldn’t take Rex down her throat without freaking out, her master was way out of her league; it didn’t count if he brute-forced himself down her airhole. There was a great deal that Mythra could do to him without going that far, however, and with nothing to prove and hours to burn, she could take her time.

Dainty compared to what they held, her hands never pumped his shaft so much as they appreciated it, feeling over every inch of it, first dry and then damp with her tongue’s saliva– Mythra had to taste every inch of it, too. Even his foreskin was something for her to explore, her glassy golden eyes locked upon it as she drew it up and then back down. After she had done it once, she did it again, but slipped her tongue beneath his lovely cock’s hood in a curious experiment.

That got him to knock his knee up against the desk as he worked; as close as Mythra knew she would get to a comment or praise. She cherished it, otherwise ignored as he did his work. When she tried to cradle his plump balls with one hand, she found that the pair would not fit together, one spilling over its size. The bitch giggled softly to herself; it seemed quite fitting to her, considering how brazen Gyrex had been. Most men wouldn’t have the balls to go half as hard or even as far as he did.

His fat, prodigious cock had already been intimately, and crudely, introduced to most of her face. Mythra ensured the skin he had yet to stain in any way got to enjoy its moment with him. At first, that came in the form of a few light slaps of his meat against her cheeks. Most of it was a calm, slow drag, as though the pre-cum and saliva on him was some facial cream for her to smear in. All the while, she nuzzled and kissed and of course licked it too, shameless and depraved.

She slapped Gyrex against her throat and dragged him beneath her chin, leaving the wondrous feeling of his stain on her delicate skin in both places. Mythra kept going and going, as though she might make the masculine scent of his cock something permanent on her flesh. She even dragged him over her ears and then behind them, as though dotting perfume behind them. It wouldn’t work, but every bit of contact she had with him seemed to beggar more.

Pneuma came and went while Mythra was suckling on one of his nuts, his shaft resting up along the center of her face. She was almost there for an hour, sitting across the desk from Gyrex and discussing an issue that had arisen with the contractors. It was nothing Mythra cared to pay close attention to, not when she could keep love-bombing her master’s cock.

Chief was his last commandment to her: at no point did Mythra try to make him cum. At no point did she feel the urge to or hinge all her mental health on making him spout his seed. Confident and comfortable, even with a rolling pin dominating her snatch, Mythra could play away without thought or care; the thoughts that did cross her mind revolved around him and his cock. I hope he lets me do this every day… it’s so good, it’s so fun… it’s so fucked up…

If Mythra’s long, unrushed worship left him impatient, Gyrex showed no sign of it– not until it suited him. Perhaps in some other state, Mythra would have turned her unburdened mind towards how he could endure literal hours of adoring affection being lavished upon his cock. Maybe he had taken another drug, its effects a reverse to the Lurwood extract used nights ago? 

Perhaps she would have compared his patience to her own impatience for getting off, and perhaps she would have compared it to her own impatience period . It was rare for any one activity or person to hold Mythra’s attention undivided for half as long as she played with Gyrex’s cock, or for her to enjoy it even a fifth as much.

Yet the corrupted Aegis’ enthrallment to his cock was a heavy burden on her mind indeed, without feeling like one at all. Every moment she spent in contact with her master’s profound phallus was one that Mythra spent free of her own expectations and fears; without concern or worry for how others would perceive her. The attention whore needed no attention, not when given the freedom to do as she pleased with Gyrex’s cock.

Hours. Of course, like all things both good and bad and like the times he had fucked her before, it was destined to come to an end. Mythra did not hear the knock on the door or Gyrex speaking up to bid the person on the other side entry. Nor did she hear the door opening for its third time since being tucked beneath the desk, still not truly cognizant of how much cock-sucking she had inadvertently done in Pneuma’s presence. Though she heard Pyra’s heels click on the floor as she entered the room, but had no real reaction to the sound of her twin’s voice. “Sorry, but I thought you two might like a snack… oh, is Mythra gone?”

“Oh,” Gyrex replied with calm wryness in his voice. With her lips sealed just beneath the crown of his cock, Mythra felt his cock twitch. Cumming soon now suited him. “She’s underfoot somewhere, I’m sure.” And she was, literally. “That sister of yours is a troublemaker, isn’t she?”

“She doesn’t mean to be,” Pyra smiled slightly, guarded as she carried a tray with coffee and a tidy charcuterie board towards the desk. “It’s just the way she is. Mythra always tries her best at everything she does. When people don’t seem to understand that, it frustrates her,” She paused before putting the tray down on the desk, admitting, “I’m surprised you wanted her to be your… personal assistant. Pneuma would be a better choice for that sort of thing. It wouldn’t get in the way of her accountant work, right?”

Pyra wasn’t far off the mark, but Mythra wasn’t trying her best. Not now. She was just enjoying the moment for everything it was, lavisciously leisurely, though her stretched-taut cunt was experiencing a quivering renaissance from the distinct sensation of Gyrex’s cock twitching. It had been solitary, but after going so long without any reaction at all– it was a thrilling promise of what would soon come.

“Well,” Gyrex chuckled, shifting in his seat slightly and setting aside his pen. “Can you keep a secret?” One of his hands left the desktop, discreetly reaching down to the hollow housing Mythra. His hand lazily stroked across her golden hair, pushing long locks back from her face. She continued to suckle at his tip unhurriedly, one hand gliding along his saliva-slickened shaft, unable to close her fingers around it. The other was gently kneading at his similarly-damp balls. 

“A secret?” Pyra hesitated, struck bemused by the smirk and darkness in Gyrex’s eyes, but her guard was not yet entirely up. “Um, sure.”

“Pneuma would be much better than Mythra for the things I’ll have her doing, you’re right. Your twin has a great deal of potential, and she just needs the right amount of pushing to embrace her best self. I’ll make sure she taps into that.” Gyrex’s fingers slowed, coming to rest atop the back of Mythra’s head, curling into her hair and pushing down against her scalp. Her soft suckling slowed, her manner and mood sedate in contrast to the vibrant shudders afflicting her wooden-impaled pussy.

“I can see why you’d want to keep that a secret from her. If she heard you say that, she’d end up going out of her way to prove you wrong.” Pyra’s smile still spoke to her confusion, however. It wasn’t much of a secret.

Gyrex glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, and for a moment his smirk became a wolfish grin. “That,” he murmured, “and I just have a thing for blondes,” he told the redhead as his eyes dropped back down to hers, winking once, smug and arrogant. “You’re all lovely, of course, but I can’t get over her hair.”

Not much of a secret, either, but the way he delivered it bordered on uncomfortably flirty for one of the married women before him. The other, the blonde mentioned and fervently devoted to his cock already, let out a shallow grunt as he began to push her head down. Her already small mouth had to widen enough to strain her jaw to admit his thickness more than an inch inside; just the crown of his cock had felt like enough to fill the safe sanctuary. More than an inch was anything but safe , but he kept pushing, and Mythra did not fight him.

“... Right,” Pyra wet her lips uneasily, taking a step back from the desk. “Well, I should get back to tidying up–”

“No, stay a moment,” Gyrex said, no longer using the conversational, gentlemanly tones he had first shown the Aegis girls upon his arrival. A hint of the authority he wielded so unrelentingly against Mythra had slipped into his voice. He did not request Pyra to stay. He was ordering her to– not as a bitch, but as one of his employees. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.” As he spoke the words, his gaze dipped from respectful contact to skim along her outfit– a simple but stylish dress a few shades darker than her hair, well-fitting but modest.

Pyra stopped, her unease further pushed by something in Gyrex’s gaze. It didn’t hover lecherously on her curves, somewhat downplayed by the garment’s cut. “Yes?”

“For tourists to take the Aegis Inn seriously as a hotel, we need to make our presentation a little more… professional,” Gyrex said, in the midst of very unprofessionally continuing to shove his cock down the throat of one of his employees. “Uniforms would go a long way, there,” he continued, his voice not reflecting the repeated twitch of his cock that Mythra felt in her mouth. As he breached her throat, her hands abandoned both his cock and balls to grip his thighs, but he kept pushing – being relaxed made it easier for Mythra to accept, but easier did not mean it was easy-going.

“Right…”

Within seconds, Mythra was beginning to gag on him. Gyrex spoke loudly enough to cover the soft noise of bodily protest. “WIth that in mind, we would be foolish not to play into one of our greatest strengths.” There Gyrex paused again, but only with his mouth. His other hand slipped down to his lap, mirroring the first in its grip in Mythra’s locks. Four inches between her mouth and throat combined? It wasn’t even a third of his cock. “And that, of course, would be our namesake. You three are impossibly beautiful. Ideally, our uniforms will play into and emphasize that.”

Pyra was frowning, her arms crossing beneath her bust. She waited for more, and Gyrex did not keep her waiting. Mythra, mouth splayed wide, found her hands slipping off Gyrex’s thighs, unable to comfortably stay there as her master kept her going lower and lower. As her body fought to recoil, her lust-filled mind waited for more… and of course, Gyrex did not keep her waiting.

“I’ve already gotten Pneuma and Mythra’s thoughts on this…” Gyrex grunted, taking a second to exhale before continuing. Were Mythra listening, she would have known straightaway she hadn’t been consulted on anything , but it fell under the broad umbrella of her submission to him. “But would you be comfortable if the uniforms were a little more… revealing?”

“What did they say?” Pyra asked, voice as tense as her shoulders.

“They didn’t mind,” Gyrex said, while Mythra’s shoulders were beginning to tremble, her eyes tearing up as the strain of having such a thick cock seven inches down her throat took its toll. “It’ll be kept tasteful.” Crying earlier had started to smudge her eyeliner and mascara, and now it began to streak down along her flushed pale cheeks. Still though, the only part of Mythra that protested her mouth’s impalement was her throat, the muscles furiously working to try and expel the thing blocking off her air supply. 

“We’re married, so I’d rather not. People should be coming to our inn for the service, not for… the skin,” Pyra said snappily, not hiding her disapproval nor the emergence of her dislike for the man, a one-eighty from where she stood on him that first day. “Is that all?”

“Forgive me if I’m being a bit too blunt about this. Are you saying you’d prefer minimal cleavage, or no cleavage at all?” Gyrex asked. In Mythra’s throat, things hit the point where the strain of her throat began to feel almost like it was tearing. For a few seconds, her hands clawed at Gyrex’s lower legs, then her own thighs, but neither scratching his skin nor hers did much to alleviate her body’s fear of mortal peril. There was another place that Mythra could touch herself, though, and as asphyxiation began to leave her heady head swimming with dizziness, her fingers fumbled it.

She tried to fuck herself with the rolling pin, but her cunt gripped it like the pink walls had fused around it, glued through sheer arousal. Mythra could tilt it, though, and each revolution of the makeshift sex toy sent shockwaves through her core and thighs.

“No cleavage. At all. And we should keep the skirts about as long as this one,” Pyra told Gyrex shortly, breaking the cross of her arm to flick her fingers in a gesture towards her dress’ hem.

“Of course,” he told her thoughtfully, his eyes on her legs, “of course. Let me have some initial designs made, and we’ll see what you think of them. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but this is for the health of the business. Hopefully, we’ll be able to find a compromise. Don’t let me keep you.”

“Of course.” Pyra’s expression tensed, before relaxing slightly. “Can I ask you a question before I go?”

“By all means,” Gyrex said, his voice deepening subtly. His cock twitched within Mythra again, but he fought the impending release. Lower and lower the cock-throttled blonde went, her lip gloss paving the way down and down his length until she was a hair from kissing his pelvis.

“Will your wife be joining us soon?” Pyra asked, the question voiced innocently but very precise in its deliberate reminder: he was a married man in a house with married women he was not in union with. There was a natural boundary there, one Pyra wanted him to appreciate.

“My wife has been dead for a few years now,” Gyrex disarmed the redhead with a small, sad smile, his eyes for a moment reflecting the sorrow of a widow.

“Oh… oh! I’m sorry,” Pyra turned as red as her hair, embarrassed by his social riposte. “I had no idea–”

“It’s fine. You know, another reason I chose Mythra to be my personal assistant– she reminds me of her. When she was younger, foolish. Isn’t that funny? Mythra, the ancient Aegis, younger…” Gyrex trailed off there oddly, his eyes closing, lips pursing in what Pyra perceived to be rumination and suppression of his grief. The only thing he was suppressing was the break in his expression that his forthcoming nut-busting orgasm would otherwise show. Just as his dick throttled Mythra, he throttled his outward groan.

“I… I see, um…” Pyra was saying, but of course Mythra didn’t hear that. Any awareness of the fact that she was several seconds from blacking out dissipated with the first ropes of Gyrex’s cum shooting down her throat, some of his white life-making goop going straight down into her belly. More slapped against the walls, clinging and clumping amidst gravity’s slow downward drag, each sperm cell destined to join its brothers and sisters in Mythra’s stomach. Fulfilled as she was filled, pleasure shot through Mythra in spastic ripples, sensation and emotion joining hand-in-hand with her airtight holes to take her the distance. “I should go. Do… Do you need anything else?” Pyra asked. “Again, I’m so sorry.”

“There’s… no need to apologize,” Gyrex told her, his teeth briefly gritting and making it seem like it was very much not fine. Hours of allowing Mythra to toy with him had left him immensely backed up. Unlike Mythra, he hadn’t bothered seeking any form of release in the days since she was last in his bed. With the first part of the load spunked out, he could manage to talk, but only just. “A… cup of tea, maybe. Not in a coffee mood. And then some company while I work, if you don’t mind–”

Mythra blacked out.

“Um–” Though Pyra hesitated, shoving her entire foot in her own mouth had left her rattled, entirely changing the nature of her discomfort. “Okay. I’d like one myself. Just a moment,” she said, turning and quickly clipping down the hall in her heels. In the kitchen, she’d be able to recover some portion of her composure before facing him again.

“Fuck,” Gyrex let out a rough yet quiet growl when the redhead had reached the end of the hall, taken a turn and disappeared. With his cock still churning out enough baby batter to fill the ovens of every woman at the Aegis Inn thrice over, he began pulling the blonde bitch’s head back up along his shaft, mid-nut murkiness leaving him uncertain if he had perhaps pushed Mythra too far.

He indeed had, but waking her up was no trouble. Mythra began breathing again the moment he was out of her mouth, and the first shot of his cum across her disgraceful face coaxed her back to consciousness, where the broken bitch found herself still in the thrumming throes of orgasm. Whimpers interspersed with unhinged moaning, she opened her unquiet mouth wide to take what seed she could. Each ounce shot into it was an ounce she quickly, thickly swallowed, but most of what Mythra would swallow that afternoon had already gone down her gullet. The rest coated and lined her face, leaving it in as bad a state as Gyrex using her face’s soft skin as a cum-rag.

By the time Pyra returned to the room, Mythra’s pants had quieted, and the cum-slapped slut was back to sweetly nursing her master’s marriage-ruining cock, soft and silent in the expression of her love. Where before she had paid little mind to anything Gyrex said to Pneuma and Pyra, however, she now listened in closely as she licked and lapped at his sloppy cock, eyes heavy and dreamy. The stories that Gyrex told Pyra about V were lovely, and very much appropriate. In her mind, however, the devoted doxie added the spice she knew her master was leaving out.

When Pyra left, Gyrex fell quiet again. The rest of the afternoon and evening was a blur to her.

She was only coaxed out from under the desk when the call for dinner rang out. The solitary single-ply tissue that Gyrex gave her to clean up her face was not enough to wipe her forehead clean, let alone the rest of her– face aside, a great deal of his emitted spunk had dripped down to her clavicle and her tits, some streaking down further. Returned her clothing, she used the inside of her cut-offs to dab the rest of her face clean, then pulled herself into them. Dull-minded but happy, Mythra had a struggle with that. 

Not because they were too tight for her thighs and ass, though they were. With a roll of his eyes but a smile on his lips, Gyrex reached down to pull the rolling pin free of her cooch. That done, Mythra pulled her thin tank-top down over her chest, which would most definitely cover up the rest of the cum on her skin.

It didn’t. The cum showed in the form of mysterious damp splotches against the tight white top, and Pyra shouted at her to go get changed. Mythra didn’t put up any argument, stumbling out of the room in a cum-drunken stupor. When she reached her room, she stepped over to the unmade bed and dropped face-first, falling asleep in those soiled clothes without concern for dinner. 

She had already had her fill. Contented and fulfilled in equal portions to her belly being filled with cum, Mythra slept soundly that night.

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The next few days of office work were back to what they were before, boring and uneventful. Although they tried upon Mythra’s patience, she did her best to keep herself in check– to be the well-behaved bitch that her Master deserved while he got their poorly-constructed house of cards in order. And that meant continuing to play the part of Rex’s loyal, loving wife. 

A belly full of cum and a messy facial gave her lasting contentment for a day and a half, but no more than that; when her high on Gyrex’s supply faded, she was left licking her lips and imagining his fresh taste all over again. At the breakfast table three days later, the rest of her family must have assumed she was really enjoying the aftertaste of her breakfast sausage. It was more a craving for a special sort of sausage, however, and with it came an unfortunate side effect: for once in a long-ass while, Rex took notice of his blonde wife’s pouty mouth. 

Pneuma’s original splitting had rendered it in triplicate. 

“Kisses before we head out?” Rex suggested to the girls, grinning as he eased a daze-eyed Gormotti Blade off his lap and started to rise to his feet. “Might be a good routine to get into. I don’t give you three enough love,” he said with a chuckle, and an appreciative glance towards Gyrex for friendly advice given in private.

“I’d like that,” Pyra said, her smile soft. With breakfast dispensed, she was just settling down with her own meal and sat closest to Rex and Nia’s shared chair.

“Then c’mere,” the man that most of Alrest viewed as a heroic stud said. Pyra leaned up as Rex stepped in close, dipping low as she offered her lush lips up to him. Their kiss was brief, her hand reaching up to rest along his jaw as their lips met. In its aftermath, she leaned back and sighed, finding simple pleasure in the simple act. “Love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” Pyra said, opening her eyes and looking at him with the affection that made it so bluntly plain her world revolved around him. Rex dotted the center of her forehead with a peck before moving past her, towards the next of his two wives.

“Aw, that’s lovely,” Gyrex said with a sensible chuckle of his own, watching on as though the light romance playing out before him was something beautiful. Mythra sucked in her bottom lip and gnawed at it, apprehensive. When her Master’s strong, calloused hand reached aside and grasped at her thigh, she released both her caught lip and a throaty sigh.

“Give me a bit of what Nia gets instead?” Pneuma suggested with a little smirk. The silver-haired Blade trailed after Rex like a lovesick kitty, albeit one whose lovesickness had manifested as a ceaseless leak of arousal down along her thighs. She reached out to steady herself on Rex’s elbow, each outward breath nearing a whimper in its quality.

“Soon,” Rex promised her. “We’ll take you to bed soon. When things settle down, yeah?” he asked, steadying himself upon the back of Pneuma’s chair in turn. The kiss he began with Pneuma seemed intended to be no more and no less than what Pyra received, but Pneuma wanted more than that: both her hands went to Rex’s face, grabbing hold as she veered the chaste kiss into something more abrupt, more crass.

It was not a kiss that was dining-room appropriate, not with Gyrex sitting right beside her. Though Rex seemed to be caught off-guard by his green-haired wife’s probing tongue, he didn’t protest it, cupping the back of Pneuma’s head while they frenched. Across the table, Pyra was some combination of envious and embarrassed, her cheeks coloured. “Come on, you two,” she complained softly, though she didn’t try too hard to break them apart.

Mythra, who was sitting on Gyrex’s other side, didn’t complain. She barely paid attention, hoping Pneuma would take up all the time that Rex could spare for the morning kisses. Far more interesting to her was the leisurely glide of her Master’s fingers up along her inner thigh. When his digits departed her skin and were upon her athletic shorts, she was even more electrified by his touch. Her knees quivered and parted further well before he was touching her crotch, already damply stained by the arousal drooling out of her slutty quim. 

To keep herself from disastrous presumption, she gripped the table’s edge tight.

It was not a touch that was dining-room appropriate, not with the rest of the family right there, but after another few days without touching, she would take whatever he gave her without qualm. If I cum… if I cum I’ll just have to ride through it and we can deal with whatever happens afterwards, she thought, lacking even the good grace to feel any sort of shame. Gyrex’s touch along her mound was a gentle thing, however, unrushed. Slowly, Mythra closed her unseeing eyes–

If they had been seeing, she would have realized Rex didn’t hover overlong with Pneuma, moving on from the giggling green-haired Aegis to his lone blonde. “Hey, trouble,” he chuckled as he bent himself; Mythra only reacted to his presence when she felt the warmth of his breath against her face. That reaction was nothing fanciful. She gripped the table more tightly to keep herself from protecting her personal bubble and pushing her husband away.

“Hi,” Mythra whispered thickly, opening her eyes to give him a doe-eyed stare meant instead for the man rubbing at her flooded twat. They closed again a second later when Rex put his mouth to hers. She tried to kiss him like he was Gyrex, but– he just wasn’t . Even though Rex was being genuine, loving, it was too little too late. The unwitting fool had already lost his wife, and he would take a long time to realize it, if he ever did. Mythra did little more than move her lips in half-hearted time with his, not releasing the table.

The blonde mewled faintly when he broke away, but only because Gyrex abandoned her pussy at the same time. The rest of the day passed without use, without a continuation of the morning’s tease. Like a well-behaved bitch, Mythra didn’t complain in the hours they spent sequestered together thereafter. She told herself it was enough; her furious attempts to get off that night with an unplugged curling iron proved it was not. 

And unfortunately, the morning after that, Rex– fucking forgetful, irresponsible Rex –remembered the commitment he had made. Under-the-table teasing kept it bearable for Mythra, but she wasn’t happy that he tried to make the kiss akin to what he shared with Pneuma. Just a month prior, and she would have been losing her mind over Rex giving her an open-mouthed kiss unprompted, taking what he wanted from her body… but now, the only man with a hold over Mythra was her Master. Her one true Rex.

Another day of touchless officework had her near the point of tears, but the last few minutes they spent together made it worth the wait: Gyrex coaxed his ‘assistant’ into his lap, kissing her neck lazily before whispering one word into her ear: “Soon.” The hope that one word gave her kept Mythra awake for long hours that night, her overeager whorehole making a mess of her bedding as she expected Gyrex to burst in at a moment’s notice. 

It was late indeed when she finally admitted that soon was unlikely to be that night, and fell into a restless sleep.

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The next morning, Mythra fell out of her bed when she tried to get up, her sheets tangled around her by all the rolling she had done overnight. Others might have shot wide awake after falling heavily on their backside, but hers was well-cushioned indeed; it warranted little more than a groaning mumble as she peeled herself out of the sweaty, pussy-stained sheets.

Damn it. Ughhhh… Mythra picked herself up unsteadily, shambling on towards her personal washroom. Just enough light was leaking into the room past her curtains that she could see; not much, yet still enough to make her weary eyes squint against it. She fumbled at the wall for the switches that turned on the washroom’s fan and lights, the latter making her close her eyes altogether with a grimace.

I barely even drank last night. Why do I feel so hung-over? … Probably because I haven’t gotten any good dick, Mythra thought, sleepily glum. Cock withdrawal? Cum withdrawal? Ughhhhhhh… Once her sensitive eyes had adjusted, she stepped into the washroom and fumbled behind herself to close the door. Staggering over to the sink, she propped her weight up against it and lifted her head to gaze at herself in the mirror.

Other than her dead-tired face, she didn’t look any worse for the wear. Even if she did, Mythra knew she could take solace in the fact that she’d remain incredibly fuckable at her worst. She lifted her shoulders and arched her back lightly, giving the former a little shake that had her heavy breasts swaying. The stiff nipples mounted upon her puffy areola brought a lazy smile to her lips, sure to snare her Master’s attention at breakfast. After a moment, her hand went to the long, thick braid she had put her hair in overnight, tugging it over one shoulder.

Not going to bother untwining it. Maybe he’ll want to pull it, Mythra thought to herself, hopeful. That self-same hand then went to her own flesh, sinful digits grazing along her soft skin and profound curves. The pose she had taken kept her from viewing her twat, but she could feel its heat, its wetness. A shudder shot through her body when her fingers felt it more directly, tightly wound-up with all its need. “Soon,” she repeated softly, before pushing off the sink, bare feet padding sleepily towards the waiting toilet.

Another shower would be superfluous; she had gotten one last night before crawling into bed, wanting to be clean and ready if Gyrex walked into her room. A little biological business, then Mythra would brush her teeth, get dressed and go get her breakfast, bearing through another kiss with Rex to feel Gyrex rub her pussy again. With a sigh and a tentative flinch at how cold it was under her, Mythra settled upon the throne, propping her elbows on her thighs and dropping her face into her hands, scrubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

A little sigh of relief slipped out of Mythra’s lips as she relaxed, and then began the sounds that were both all-too-familiar and all-too-private. In the grand scheme of things, it was but a brief moment in her day. It was extremely personal, yes, but not worthy of any thought or consideration; a brief blip on her radar that she wouldn’t think twice about once she finished, got ready for breakfast and slipped on out. Nothing had ever intruded on such a moment for her, and she had no reason to believe anything would be different that morning.

The flashing visions that were so much like the Foresight that she and her sisters had lost access to, however? They both came and went without regard for what Mythra was doing or when she was busy. One crept into her peaceful mind, and by the time she realized it was happening, it was in full swing. It was another vision from her perspective rather than disembodied and removed, and part of what allowed it to ambush her was the fact it began exactly as she was sitting in the flesh. Naked upon her toilet, sleepy, her face lazily upheld by her hands, elbows propped on her thighs as she relieved herself.

A soft knock at the door, and Mythra lowered her hands slowly, catching the glimpses that revealed to her conscious mind it wasn’t real. If her newly-permanent levels of arousal ever had reason to diminish, her future-self had silvery studs piercing through either of her needy pink peaks, keeping them some level of erect. Of course, so long as she had her Master in her life, they were nothing more than decorations and visible proof of her devotion to Gyrex. Lower on her body, below her pink core crystal and glimpsed between the outward spill of her motherly mammaries, Mythra also saw her navel piercing. It was more socially acceptable than that which ran through her nipples, and shaped in the form of the Trinity Processor. 

Her pierced tongue was likewise ‘socially acceptable’, though it invited some scrutiny from those who saw it for the first time. Mythra expected her vision-self to lift her voice and tell whomever waited on the other side of the door that the room was occupied, but– This is my… personal washroom. So whomever is knocking is in my room, and either they really need to talk to me or…

Within the vision, Mythra felt her sleepiness be quickly wiped away with the fresh swell of her pussy’s renewed arousal and pulse. A slow, unabashedly eager smile began to creep across her face. She didn’t speak up at all, and after a moment the door opened. Not slowly or carefully, but with casual confidence and the absolute surety she associated with the light of her life. And for how… profane and ugly what they did together was, for all his dark coloring, Gyrex was absolutely that: the light of her life. The man she was born to serve.

Oh, if only he had been the diver that Torna hired to retrieve Pyra all those years ago.

“Good morning, Mythra,” the vision-Gyrex said to her as he waltzed inside, like he owned the place, like he owned her, and owned both he did. Unlike Mythra, he was already dressed for the day, up an hour early to primp himself to impress all those he encountered.

Mythra felt her mouth move, heard the words that came out of her lips so easily, so heartfelt. “Good morning, my love,” she breathed out as she sat up upon her throne, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world to be allowed to address her Master so; he did not insist on her calling him by some title. “Do you need something before we go to breakfast?” she asked, golden eyes now agleam in the presence of his glory. Her vision-self couldn’t help but arch her back just slightly, shoulders pulled back, emphasizing her tits. Warm delight colored in her fair cheeks.

“That I do,” Gyrex said, his smirk a wry slash across his lower face. Mythra’s eyes darted to his hand the moment that he moved it, equal parts hunger and thirst salivating her mouth as she tracked its passage keenly. Inward, downward, finding the opening of his slacks and letting it release. His fingers slipped inside to begin coaxing out his enormous cock, which had already been visible in the form of a small lump running freakishly down his thigh. “Can you guess what?”

“My mouth?” Mythra guessed, and Gyrex shook his head. She gave a shimmy of her shoulders, her tits swaying for his attention and tried next, “My breasts?” Again, Gyrex shook his head, and Mythra spread her thighs further apart on the throne beneath them, leaning back to ensure the slutty sight of her infidelious pussy was on blatant display. “My pussy?” she tried.

“No,” Gyrex said, and then his cock and balls were out, and Mythra was beyond further guesses. Her vision-self swallowed the saliva that had flooded her mouth, but it was quickly replaced. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would taste some part of him before long. As she stared at his cock, enraptured by its beauty, he finished his approach and reached out to rest one hand upon the back of her head, gently tilting it back.

He’s going to fuck my face, Mythra’s observing consciousness guessed, despite how he had shot down that guess. Fuck, yessss…

“What I need is my personal toilet,” Gyrex said, more quietly but so much more intensely. The hand hoisting his escaped python lifted it, incredibly sizable even limp, and guided it towards her mouth. After a depraved giggle rippled its way out of her, Mythra opened her mouth and extended her tongue obediently, loving eyes lifting to affix on his face without hesitation. 

That much, the real Mythra living out the vision could understand. She felt herself shudder in-the-flesh as the vision-Gyrex put his cock to her tongue, delighting her senses. Though dry, he had not yet taken a shower, and she could taste the pussy he had fucked the previous night. Not hers, but then, Mythra was not one to complain about such. Not anymore. But– His personal toilet? I’m not… is that something guys do? Cum into toilets? That seems a little…

“Say it,” Gyrex told her, resting himself an inch into her mouth, his thickness such that she needed to strain her jaw for even just accepting that much of it.

“Piss in your toilet, my love,” Mythra said, her words haphazard and butchered around the cock giving her a speech impediment, but her witnessing mind knew , and her Master did too. Her disgust at herself was immediate; far gone as she was, it was impossible for her to imagine a world where he would demand something so… so wrong of her. “She won’t let you waste a single drop,” her vision-self nevertheless promised, and proudly at that. Just like every other one of these ‘visions’, it couldn’t be predestined– she couldn’t use Foresight anymore! 

And then a soft knock at the real door to her real pulled her from the vision, and Mythra lifted her head from her hands. She blinked woozily, light-headed, skin crawling with goosebumps and deeply unsettled by what she had experienced. How long did that last? Am I… am I late for breakfast or something? She imagined that it was one of her sisters on the other side of the door, sent to check on her. “M’not decent,” the sleepy Aegis said, lifting her voice to ensure it would carry–

But of course, each bedroom and washroom was soundproofed so as to keep Nia from disturbing her family or any guests they might entertain. Never before had Mythra had to worry about her voice carrying from the inside-out, and she realized her warning had gone unheard when the doorknob turned and the door began to open. “Not decent! Not decent!” she quickly blurted out, all that sleepiness torn away from her in the midst of her sudden worry. Quickly, she lifted a forearm to squeeze tight to her chest, her forearm only able to conceal her nipples; her thighs tightened to hide away her cooch, hand half-palmed over her lap just in case. I need to get into the habit of locking the door… fuck!

“I know that all too well, my dear,” Mythra’s Master and employer drawled cordially as he let himself inside. “A decent woman wouldn’t be in your situation, giving herself over so freely to another man beneath her husband’s roof.” He smirked as he closed the door behind himself, and unlike Mythra? He thought to lock it with a little -click-. “Well… with a marriage as miserable as yours, maybe she would. But she’d at least wait for him to be gone on a business trip, or something like that.”

Mythra’s face burned red, hot and fast. Her pussy felt even warmer now that she was in her Master’s presence, her flowing wetness becoming a rapid thing. Before the Aegis could spit out her question, her mind spat out its hope: is this it? Is this the ‘soon’ that I’ve been waiting for? “W-what’re you doing?” she asked aloud, squirming and curling inward to make herself smaller, to hide the parts of him that he was already so intimately familiar with. “Kind of in the middle of something here…!”

“And?” Gyrex asked, beginning to cross the washroom with long strides. Though spacious for what it was, Mythra’s personal haven wasn’t even a third the size of her bedroom. In only a few steps, he was standing before her on the white throne, wearing his clothes for the day and a smirk that galled her as much as the ones he wore prior to her submission.

“S-so you shouldn’t be barging in here!” Mythra shot back, her fluster only deepening. The bodily curl she had adopted became a liability with him so close, making it awkward to look up at him– no, impossible. Instead, it had her face leaning close to his presented crotch before her. Though covered, his flaccid cock was nevertheless extremely noticeable in how far it hung down along his thigh, too large not to make a lump. “It’s rude and this is like–”

“Like what?” Gyrex interrupted her, and Mythra shut her watering mouth for a moment. 

I don’t know. What the hell is he doing?! She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and squeezed back a bit on the toilet, slowly leaning back so she could meet Gyrex’s eyes. By the time she felt ready to make her admission to him, though, she had averted her golden gaze, consternation on her humiliated face. “I’m peeing,” she mumbled.

Gyrex tilted his head, one eye narrowing, the other closing. She wasn’t sure what he was doing until he spoke again. “No,” he said as he leveled out his chin. “I’m sure if you were pissing, I’d hear it hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I think you meant to say that you were pissing, and that you’ve now finished. Isn’t that right?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT,” Mythra shouted in an abrupt blurt, her eyes wide. If he meant to calm her down with pedantism, it would be an uphill battle, but the amusement in his smirk suggested he had other things in mind.

“Mmm,” Gyrex grunted noncommittally, before one of his hands reached out to rest upon the back of her head in all-too-familiar fashion. In her brief vision, Mythra had felt nothing but contentment and pleasure from the simple touch in such circumstances. In the flesh? It hastened the rapid beat of her heart to something that felt dangerous, breakneck in a way that couldn’t have been healthy for her heart’s valves. “I think you’re forgetting something, Mythra.”

“I– forgetting– WHAT? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO JUST WALKED IN HERE–” Mythra’s continued shouting cut off with her own grunt, finding her face shoved in against Gyrex’s thigh, rubbed against the sleek fabric of his slacks. She quieted, not out of the shock but out of the star-struck adoration that came with the near-contact she had suddenly been blessed with. The only thing that separated her from his cock was a couple of layers of fabric, and even through those, she could distinctly feel his warmth, his not-quite-soft shape… After days more without his dick, she couldn’t do anything but moan. It was a good thing she was already sitting, for her knees quaked.

“Yes, I did. I wouldn’t walk into Pneuma, Pyra or Nia’s washrooms uninvited,” Gyrex drawled, his hips shifting, rubbing himself up against Mythra’s face even as he forced her head to move in unison. “But with you, my dear, things are different. Aren’t they? Tell me why that is.”

Mythra felt the sting of forming tears in her eyes, though it was beyond her reckoning if they were derived from distress or delight. In parting her pouty lips, she had to fight the powerful urge to put her lips to his bottoms, to try and taste him through the clothes that kept him away from her. A choked noise escaped her before she whispered what answer she knew he was waiting for. “Because I’m… your personal assistant. I’m your bitch. I’m your slut. I’m your whore,” she told Gyrex softly, that moan now carried in her breathing. Her initial withholdings seemed less important, now that she had reminded herself of her place in the world.

“Be more specific,” he encouraged, and Mythra’s arm fell away from her tits. Her thighs parted again, no longer hiding anything, not that her pose and his closeness allowed him to see much of it. With the initial shock of his entry over with– what did she have to hide from him, the owner of the Aegis Inn? Her owner? Mythra licked at her lips quickly, her tongue’s brush against his pants-hidden cock purely incidental. Its twitch at the tiniest contact from her cock-loving pink muscle of love was not.

“.... Because… because I want things like this. Not a normal marriage or a relationship or…” There Mythra trailed off, her eyes closing, her heart beginning to pour out of her mouth once more. “I want to be put in my place. I want to be shown that just because I’m special, no one should be treating me better than anyone else. Because… because for all my strength, I’m weak. I threw myself at you in a moment of weakness.” Then came the point: “And then I came crawling back to you for more, even when you told me it was all-or-nothing.” She sucked in a breath, shaking, before concluding in a whisper as tears trailed down her cheeks, “It’s different because you can do whatever you want with me.”

“That’s right. So if I want to finger you while you’re talking to your family at the dinner table…”

“You can,” Mythra whispered.

“If I want to fuck your face while talking business with Pneuma or having tea with Pyra…”

“You can,” Mythra whispered.

“If I want to send you to your husband’s bed with weeks worth of my cum sloshing around your womb…”

“You can,” Mythra whispered.

“Because when it comes to you, I don’t need permission for anything. You’ve already given it to me, for everything.”

“Because I’m yours,” Mythra punctuated her reaffirmation of her dedication to Gyrex with a kiss against the side of his cock; an impulsive and presumptive act on the part of a bitch, but one her Master seemed to welcome, drawing his fingers through her hair.

“That’s right. Good girl,” Gyrex said softly, and Mythra whimpered happily for his simple praise and approval. “And that means there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me walking in and doing whatever I please with your body when you’re in here. Is there?”

“There isn’t,” Mythra promised quietly, her pussy now throbbing beneath her. She had to wonder if this was it – was this the soon that she had been waiting for? Was her Master going to fuck her right there, perched awkwardly on the throne? Or was she going to be coaxed upward and bent over it? Maybe he would move her to some other part of the room before beginning to go hard on her. After all the waiting, she doubted he would be doing anything soft to her, not while he was proving his point that he could do whatever he pleased.

The blonde bitch could feel him begin to stiffen against his cheek.

“What you’re thinking right now…” Gyrex chuckled. “It’s obvious. But I’m not going to fuck your pussy today, Mythra,” he told her, taking a step back and curling his fingers in her hair, fraying at her braid with the rough hold he affixed there. She whined at the loss of his hardening cock, her eyes closing as he tugged her head back, chin raised and features presented. “And though we’re going to do something special today, it’s not the right time for your asshole.” He bent lower, his lips pushing up against hers.

Though the kiss was a simple thing, Mythra appreciated every second of it. She yielded to Gyrex without delay, but he was disinterested in dominating her mouth or toying with her tongue. Even kept so humble and modest, there was more passion in those few seconds than Rex had shown her on their wedding day. After a moment, he pulled back slightly from it, his face still near hers as her trusting golden eyes opened to behold his rugged face. “We’re going to make sure that Rex gets the kiss he deserves today,” he told Mythra with a smirk.

“He… doesn’t deserve one,” Mythra mumbled, her breathlessness excessive for how short the kiss had been; she could thank her panting excitement for that.

“I couldn’t agree more. And that’s why I’m going to help you get ready for the day, Mythra,” Gyrex told her quietly, a certain malice in the small smile he wore. “Let’s get your teeth brushed, shall we?” His hand released her hair, sliding down to grab her braid and coil it around his sturdy forearm. Wordlessly, Mythra began to ease up from the toilet, but he shook his head and told her firmly, “Stay seated. All you need to do is keep your mouth wide open until I’m finished.”

After a slow blink, confused, Mythra parted her pouty lips for him. “Wider,” he said, and wider Mythra went, as wide as she could. “That’s perfect. Now, where did I put that toothbrush…”

Right up until he unzipped his pants, the naked blonde slut expected him to take out anything but his cock. She was far from displeased to see him withdraw his excessive cock– maybe just over or under it, but clearly near a foot of hard cock with some stiffening still waiting to go. The former humiliation on her cheeks segued into an even deeper, darkened lust, and she stared eagerly at his ‘toothbrush’ as he stepped in close and guided it towards her waiting mouth. “First, it’s important not to neglect your tongue. You should always give it a little scrub when you’re brushing your teeth,” he said.

The tips and pointers meant little to Mythra compared to the ecstasy of having his engorged, pre-leaking crown push up against the flat of her extended tongue. By then, the manly smell of his junk was already playing with her lewdly aligned senses. As he pushed himself inside, rubbing along her taste buds all the while, Mythra’s eyes crossed, so rapt upon the shaft that enchanted him. Then, when the first inch of his prick was inside her, he pulled back on her sleeping braid and forced her eyes back up to his smirking face. “If not for the fact that we have so many things to do, Mythra… I’d be inside your mouth every hour. You would sleep with my cock inside you. Play with yourself and think about that.”

She obeyed with thoughtless excitement, both her hands sinking down between her spread thighs, one soft hand spreading the swollen and flushed lips of her twat. Mythra’s other hand traced up along her slit, wet not just with her profuse leak but also hints of the piss she had yet to wipe away. In other circumstances, that would have bothered her. In other circumstances, she would have taken a moment to flush the bowl beneath her. But with her Master there, with his cock inside her? Mythra was a slut with her priorities set straight. Two of her fingers sank into her greedy, tight twat, its squeeze and squirm trying to pull them deeper.

Touching her clit would bring her more pleasure, but she wanted to imagine his cock inside neglected cunt–  sleeping atop him or beneath him, her pussy still so over-stuffed with the combination of his juggernaut cock and all his cum. His cock in my mouth… every hour… Nothing sounded so sweet to Mythra as that, not as a figure of speech but literal. If her Master were to do that, she would never again have an uninterrupted eight hours of sleep. She’d have quick naps between each time that he rudely awoke her with his increasingly messy cock slapping against her face or being shoved into her waiting maw.

Mythra moaned deeply around him, though Gyrex showed no intention of going deep. Her throat tensed in anticipation of having him intrude her gullet, but he paused on the cusp of her mouth, his hand pulling back to begin jacking at the rest of his shaft, so much of it untouched by her tongue. Even if she raised the muscle and strained it as much as she could, she wouldn’t have been able to make its tip reach the halfway point of his double-digit dick. “How… silly of me to forget to put your toothpaste on this brush first,” Gyrex chuckled out over the sound of his beaten meat. “Let’s fix that. It might seem a bit unconventional to you, putting it on while I’m already inside your mouth, but– well, I’m an expert. So just trust me like a smart little slut.”

A smart little slut was the last thing that Mythra wanted to be. She wanted to be a stupid little slut and treated like one; the temptation to start pushing her face forward was deep indeed, her reluctant throat forced to take him as far as she could on her own. But, her Master had a plan and she wasn’t about to get in its way. Her eyes began to slide shut, her deep breaths swaying her breasts. The wet, schloppy sounds of her brisk self-frisking underlined her Master’s rapid thwacking, her mouth growing as wet with saliva as her pussy was wet with lubricant.

For Mythra, it was a heavenly nirvana. Her moaning around him shifted to a little groan when Gyrex slowed, his voice thick with tension as he warned, “Let me tell you what I’m going to do if you swallow any of this before I say you can, bitch. I’m going to pull my cock out of your mouth and pull you off your seat. Then I’m going to turn you around and fuck you–”

Gotta swallow right away, yes, yessss, yessss, he’s going to fuck me if I swallow right away before he says I can– Mythra thought giddily, almost squealing her glee around his cock. He did pull back, but only slightly, his crown coming to rest along the teeth along the lower left half of her mouth.

“–with your face shoved in a toilet full of your own piss. You’ll cum, but not even you are so far gone that you’ll be happy about it,” Gyrex continued, his voice flat and stern. It was a promise, not a dare, made darker by its second half. “Then I’ll drag you like you are to the kitchen, tell your husband what you really think of him while you lay there, piss-soaked and blubbering. I’ll have the Aegis Inn demolished next week. Then I’ll leave, and I sure as hell won’t be taking you with me. Do you understand?”

Cold fear shot through Mythra like a runaway Titan, its chill deep enough to wipe away the heat of her lust and excitement. It didn’t stay cold, but the point was made. He was right, Mythra wasn’t that far gone. The thought was far more disquieting and upsetting than what she had experienced in the Foresight-like vision she had experienced, but not so much that it derailed her from the heat of the moment. She nodded as she could with him in her mouth and moaned out as long of a ‘yes’ as she could; lackluster in both regards, but she could trust that her Master would understand.

Even at the height of that fear, however, Mythra continued to fuck herself, a third finger pushing inside herself in a vain attempt to replicate the way that he stretched her out. Consciously, she knew she could never manage that. Her fingers were slim and delicate things, and while they could rival her Master’s width in a single row, his girthy cock was a circular thing, straining her tight twat in every direction. Even were her fingers swollen to such a ridiculous degree, though, Mythra’s pussy would have known the difference. They lacked the texture, the turgidity, the veins…

“Good bitch,” Gyrex murmured, and Mythra shivered again with the elation his praise brought her. With just him in her mouth? With just that and a little praise, she felt that her fingers could push her over the line. Her pussy couldn’t be fooled, but it knew distinctly that he was inside her. “Now… keep it in your mouth,” he reminded her, a hitch in his voice preceding a lustful growl and the final stroke that he gave himself.

Then he began to fill the waiting hollow of her cheek, the space between its wall and her teeth. Its first slap evoked a flinch from her, but then she steadied and steeled herself, in a sense. Mythra had to put every fiber of her being into resisting the immediate urges that assailed her: his grip on her hair was not so tight that she couldn’t shift and re-align his spurting cock towards her throat, or tilt her head back and begin sucking his cum down. 

But there was no true steel left in Mythra, not after her Master had broken her and re-aligned the paradigm of her world to center on their extra-marital infidelity. If there was any metal to her mettle, it was as gold as her hair, soft and yielding, bending readily to Gyrex’s perversions. He started to jerk himself off again, coaxing out more of his thick, hot white cum, until the space he was emptying himself into was overflowing with his jizz. Hints of it reached her tongue, both under and along her taste buds; some clung to the roof of her mouth. 

The fingers that she had spreading her pussy rushed to abandon their duty. With how wet and ready he had made her, Mythra’s hole needed no more aid. Crudely, desperately, she tried to squeeze more of her fingers into her, but true teamwork was beyond her hands. Just one from her second hand managed to enter her slit, the heel of its hand pushing wet and blunt against her peeking-out clitoris. “Little… more…” Gyrex snarled out, his cock swiping over the flat of her tongue as he re-angled himself, shoving in against her other cheek. He didn’t quite fill that space, but still deposited an ample amount, more than Rex had inseminated Mythra with the last time they slept together.

She did not wonder how she must have looked when he finally relaxed; Mythra felt like a fucking chipmunk, her cheeks outwardly bulged with the sperm she held in her mouth. The joyous tears running along her cheeks had slowed to a trickle, just enough that she could open them to slits and gaze up at her Master adoringly as he smirked down at her, cock still deep in her mouth. “That’s good, Mythra. That’s very good,” he praised the self-fucking bitch with a long exhale. “I’m proud of you. I expected you to disobey.”

Did he want me to…? Did he want to do… that… to me? Mythra asked herself, her head tilting in an equally silent, outward question.

Gyrex shook his head, briefly stroking along the back of her golden head lie the treasured fuck-pet she was. “I wouldn’t have made good on that entire threat,” he admitted to her, still hard in her mouth and showing no signs of softening. “You’re too much fun to play with to let it all go to hell now. Especially considering how much I paid for the Inn… and for you,” he added, something almost sinister about the amused edge his voice adopted. “Your sister, Pneuma, she’s not quite as good of a negotiator as she thinks herself. A bit blind to her own biases. More self-aware than you, granted, but…”

He chuckled and added, “That just makes it harder for her to be honest with herself. That’s the part of her that made up Pyra, I think.”

Mythra blinked her eyes slowly, without any show of comprehension, understanding– and no real interest in achieving it. Though the blonde Aegis loved her ‘eldest’ sister with all her heart, the only thing she cared about right then and there was her Master and his cock. His voice, too, but the specifics of what he said outside of commands that pertained to how she pleasured him? How Mythra served him? 

They were meaningless to her. Mythra simply soaked in his proximity, his taste and smell, frigging herself all the while. She felt near orgasm, but her body was waiting for the right moment, and she did not force it to rush there. Gyrex fell silent for a time, just admiring the sight of Mythra: bedraggled, caught off-guard on the toilet, her mouth turned to a sperm bank for a man who wasn’t her husband, with her lips splayed around his cock still.

“Anyway,” her Master began anew, gripping and guiding his shaft back over to the cheek that had overflowed with cum. “Like I was saying, it’s a bit unconventional to put toothpaste on your brush when it’s already on your mouth… but most brushes aren’t like mine. Are they?” he asked Mythra, more of the gathered cum pushing into the rest of his mouth as he pushed his crown through the spunk, poking the wall of her cheek.

“Mmmmmmhhhh,” Mythra moaned weakly, softly, so as not to imbibe any of the precious white nectar she had yet to be given leave to enjoy.

“And most women aren’t like you,” Gyrex added with another low chuckle, dragging the cum-covered head of his cock back. Her taste buds danced with delight at the smear of his baby batter, smeared off from the underside of his shaft. “A genuinely depraved slut hiding in plain sight, just waiting for the right man to come along and do all the things you’d never dare ask for otherwise. That’s what makes you special, not being the Aegis.” He nearly slipped out of her lips, but stopped short, still upon her bottom lip. “Close your teeth. No swallowing, still. Grin wide for me, bitch.”

Mythra obeyed; of course she obeyed. She showed Gyrex her beautiful smile framed by her lovely lips, and if her whole face looked a little off thanks to her bulged lips– her pristine teeth still made for a smile that could light up a room. Such smiles were rare things out of her, with the chip she had on her shoulder and her unwillingness to embrace the things that made her happy. For Gyrex, though, they came freely and easily. “Keep it just like that,” he murmured down to her, coiling her braid around his hand and holding it down against the back of her head to affix his hold on her.

Gyrex had made Mythra’s mouth his and his alone already, conquering it with both his tongue and his cock– within a day of meeting her, no less. The way that he began to rub his cum-covered crown over her pearly teeth was different, though, a far more thorough marking than the previous mouthfuls and facials given unto her. He dragged it back and forth, back and forth, truly treating his bitch-breaking cock like it was her toothbrush. It was humiliating, disgraceful–

And thanks to that, Mythra didn’t need to force the grin. It was a true thing, and her struggle became keeping herself from giggling in giddiness as he swiped himself back and forth over her front teeth. She abandoned her gash to grip at her thighs with slickened fingers to keep her focus, leaving her pussy gaped and drooling but not displeased; his cock was so much more important to her than the pleasure her fingers could give herself. 

Was her Master’s cock truly doing the work of a toothbrush? It was not; dental hygiene was a solved problem. Brushes were headed by coarse bristles for a reason, and the ingredients that made up toothpaste were certainly not naturally-occurring in his reproductive biology. But if her Master said it– Mythra believed it. He was cleaning her mouth with his cock and cum. Brushing her teeth was something that Mythra had always found boring, but Gyrex was making it fun. He was proving that he could bring light and excitement back to Mythra’s horrible ‘domestic bliss’. 

After far longer than the thirty-some seconds a dentist proposed each area received, Gyrex slid his cock-brush deep into the sides of her mouth, into the waiting spunk banks he had already created. There, a simple push was all he needed to make a mess of himself again, rubbing his cum-stained cock over the smooth sides of her teeth. “This… is altogether too involved for me to do it for you every morning,” he told his bitch as he took care of the cleansing; he spent a minute on the side that had more cum before dragging back over to the smaller reservoir of cum. “But if you’re a good slut, perhaps we can make it biweekly. Would you like that?” he asked her.

Mythra nodded slightly, her eyes opening wide, their gold aglow with her love for him. Beneath either of their eyes, pink whorls passed through her emerald-colored core crystal, making it murky. “It’s not fair of me to ask you that before we’re done,” Gyrex said with another low chuckle, finishing off on the other side of her teeth after another minute. “After all, it’s not like taking care of your mouth ends with brushing your teeth… Here, let me tidy up a little bit before we continue.”

He left her mouth empty, but so happy after the obscenity of his act, jaw able to relax after an overly-long strain. “You can run your tongue over everything and swallow away,” Gyrex permitted, and Mythra let those suppressed giggles run wild as she took up the offer. Each swipe of her tongue through her mouth gathered up more and more of what he had left smeared across her teeth, eagerly taken right down her throat. As she enjoyed the orgasmic taste of his orgasm, her fingers slipped back towards her immodest, graceless hole.

As she delighted in the lurid taste she had been allowed, Gyrex took care of his ‘tidying up’– after days away, his cock was more than welcome upon the pristine skin of her face. He had finally grown limp, and thankfully kept his foreskin peeled back all the while. Leftover cum, fresh pre-cum and overnight cock-sweat did not make for a decent moisturizer, but Mythra cared not. If she had an opportunity to replace all her beauty products with variations laced with her Master’s sperm, she would have taken it in a moment. In that way, he marked her as his all over again. Though he avoided slapping his meat upon her face, he wasn’t gentle in the rubs, and did not seem ready to move on until he had rubbed himself upon every square inch of her mein.

Her eyelids. Her brow. Her nose, both beneath and along its sides. Her lips, under and over. Her cheeks. He even pushed his cock against her ear, and she distinctly felt a dollop of his pre-cum slip into its canal, perhaps by accident. It distorted her hearing a bit, but it was yet another reminder to Mythra that she was owned by a Master who could treat her right. Mythra was still searching her mouth for hints of escaped cum when he ‘finished’– which naturally required him to dry himself off afterwards. Mythra’s hair knew his cock all too well, and she was proud that the flowing golden blonde locks she loved so much could serve as an adequate cumrag.

Gyrex stepped back slightly after satisfying himself, tilting Mythra’s head back again. “Show me how clean that mouth is, slut,” he ordered her, and she opened both her eyes and her mouth, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go. He leaned close and peered into the darkness of her mouth, canting his head one way and then the other to check it from various angles, inspecting her like the property she was to him. “Good,” he said. “Now, keep it just like that. We’re not quite done.”

We’re not? Mythra asked inwardly, blinking sedately as she gazed up at him. Her pussy lacked the serenity her upper half showed, fingers still playing briskly with the sweet hole, and so near her peak now. A languorous smile tugged at her lips as Gyrex stepped inward again, his cock lifting, moving towards her mouth: We’re not! He’s going to make me get him hard and then fuck my face, isn’t he? Yeeeeessss, I want to feel him in my throat… more than just all this cum clinging on the way down–

For all his talk of ‘tidying up’, his cock was still a mess as he placed it along her tongue, just an inch inside the small, wondrously wet and warm sanctuary. “The last thing we need to do is rinse your mouth out properly,” Gyrex drawled out, “and given how we’ll do that… I’ll let you decide if you want to swish and swallow, or rinse and spit,” he said, his smirk malicious as he added, “Then we’ll go to breakfast together. After you get dressed, of course. Do you understand?”

Mythra didn’t understand, but if Gyrex wanted to do something to her– who was she to question it? Gargle with cum, I guess? That sounds pretty nice, she thought contently, though doing something with such a thick and heavy cream didn’t make all that much sense to her. But if Gyrex was telling her those were her options… 

What was she going to do, disagree? Of course not. I’m his bitch. So Mythra nodded, feeling her pussy tense around her feral fingers in preparation of a well-earned morning gush, her squirming hips pushing down against the toilet’s seat. The moment she had been building towards was nigh, and she knew when it would strike. The second that he began to cum, her release would time itself with his. She girded herself for the throat-plunging that was sure to follow, closing her eyes and trying to relax what parts of her were not already aquiver with anticipation and excitement.

Then, without any more sound than the beginning of a sigh, Gyrex came without thrusting. Mythra’s primed body followed him into that hedonistic bliss, whimpering around him in her mouth as her squirting pussy made its mess along the toilet seat. Her toes curled painfully tight, one leg threatening to spasm, the other stretching, naked heel running along the tile floor. Though her back arched and her hips shuddered, Gyrex’s hand on her head kept Mythra from moving her head or neck much throughout her gushing release–

Through the blinding pleasure, though, the blonde bitch was quick to sense that something was just off about what was being done to her. Something was coming out of her Master’s cock, but it didn’t cling to her tongue or the sides of her mouth. It pooled, hardly thick. Warm, but not in the same way that she knew his cum to be. Her expression twisted slightly at the unexpected taste that hit her, not… not bad . A bit bitter but more sweet, in a way Gyrex’s cum wasn’t. 

It didn’t spurt out of him. It came out in a steady stream. Men can… cum like this…? Mythra thought dizzily, unable to wrap her head around it, unable to reduce the equation to its simplest form and derive the obvious answer from it.

Not until some of it began to go straight down her throat, neither swished or rinsed. Just as it did, another vision struck her real-world senses dumb, and she found herself back where she was before Gyrex’s arrival.

Oh, it was exactly where she was outside the vision, in the exact same situation, but… she felt the pleasure that her vision-self, her… future-self took in the simple act of being her Master’s toilet for whatever fluids left his glorious cock. She felt her own disgust and disquiet at the act, but it was a separate thing from what the other Mythra basked in. She knew what the other Mythra knew all too well; that when she wasn’t pregnant with his next child, his personal assistant ensured that he rarely had to waste time with a trip to the washroom.

When the vision-Gyrex finished, he shook off the last few drops in her face, and then Mythra leaned forward to lovingly lick away every trace of her Master’s piss. Just as he promised to her–

The vision split away and returned Mythra to reality, just as Gyrex was making that promise: “It’s an acquired taste, but I know you’ll come to love it,” he was telling her. “And if you don’t… Well, if I’m wrong, I won’t hold that against you. If you don’t enjoy it after a few tries, I won’t even make you do it,” he promised her. 

Mythra blinked sharply, unsure of how much time she had lost, but quickly growing aware of how much of her Master’s piss had pooled inside her mouth. It almost rivaled the amount of spunk he had left inside her mouth for brushing.

The shock of it pushed at the disgust she felt before, paired with the so-recent memory of how much the Mythra in her vision had enjoyed it, but… she couldn’t bring herself to swallow or spit it out, frozen with inaction. It finally spilled out over her pouty bottom lip, running down her chin and dripping down to streak trails down from her clavicle. 

Her Master’s piss stained her core crystal, leaving pink streaks on the inside. Some even ran along her swaying breasts.

Then he was finished, shaking droplets off his cock in her face and tucking himself away. “Don’t just sit there with it,” he chided her. “Spit or swallow as you’d like, though with how much you gathered up, I’d take it slow–”

Swallow Mythra did, but only some of it, and only incidental. Her choice was to spit, and she did not pace herself in doing so. What had first trickled out of her mouth poured out like a short-lived waterfall, streaking down her frontside and leaving it damp with her Master’s claim. She coughed and gasped, unsettled and confused by what she had just done, hearing her Master speak as he left her washroom as casually as he had invaded it: “Dry off your front, then hurry on up to breakfast. Don’t wash your face or brush your teeth. Oh… and wear something that’ll cover your core crystal, slut.”

It took Mythra a few minutes to shake off the lasting shock, and then she finally looked down at her piss-stained self, hands lifting to touch the damp trails left on her belly in disbelief. She had always fantasized over oral sex, but not… anything like that . Her Master was now pushing up against boundaries Mythra didn’t even know previously existed, and only time– and her visions, apparently –would show her what other lows he would bring her to. Two things were plain to her eyes, however: the first being that her pink pussy did not disagree with becoming her Master’s toilet.

The second was that her core crystal had turned fully pink, not a hint of green left in it; as pink as her marriage-shunning twat. Why, she could not even begin to fathom– and she knew without her Master’s explanation that she could not ask others for help understanding. Not without revealing what a wretched woman she was; not without losing the thing that had begun to give her mundane life meaning. With her mind in a cloudy daze, she rose and withdrew, stumbling away from the toilet as though she had awoken anew.

Her Master had ordered her to dry off, so she did that much and no more. He had ordered her to wear something that would cover her core crystal, and she similarly did that much and no more– thankfully, the first garment she grabbed was a sundress that ran to her ankles. It was just loose enough that it wouldn’t cling to her chest and allow its thin material to hint at the changed color of her core. She recovered some grace by the time she was walking down the hallway, though she kept one hand on the wall. Just in case.

She heard clinking plates in the kitchen as she neared the open doorway, the sounds of the morning meal being cleared away. Just shy of stepping before it, Mythra hesitated–

–And in that moment, her husband came through, brightening with a smile at the sight of her. Nia clung to one of his arms, biting her bottom lip and squirming her thighs close together. “Hey, sleepyhead. Was just about to come and get you. We’re off for the day, but I owe you something first, don’t I?”

… This is why Gyrex didn’t want me to brush my teeth or wash my face again, Mythra thought distantly, her lips parting wordlessly. If there was a time for her to avoid kissing Rex for his sake, it was now.

“Myth? You alright?” Rex asked her after a moment, his smile faltering with concern.

“... Yeah, I’m just… not feeling so great,” Mythra cleared her throat softly.

“Bet a kiss will make you feel better,” Rex smirked, clearly feeling like a dashing stud. Before Mythra could protest, he had his hands on her hips, pulling her off-balance and in close while dipping to take her mouth. He kissed her deep, too, like that was an alright thing to do when she clearly wasn’t into it.

Fuck it. Fuck you, Rex, Mythra thought with resignation, kissing back half-heartedly. She expected him to recoil from the tastes that seemed so strong within her mouth, but he kept going until Nia pried him away. The little sex-kitten wanted to give Mythra a kiss goodbye, too.

“Did you get some new toothpaste?” Rex asked, his brow furrowed and lips half-pursing as he smacked his lips, trying to place the aftertaste the kiss gave him. Mythra couldn’t answer him, shoved hard against the wall by Nia the moment Rex let go of her. If Rex had kissed her deeply, the Gormotti Blade was bluntly trying to fuck her sister-wife’s mouth with her tongue, ravenous for the taste he merely found curious.

It took Rex far too long to realize Mythra’s waving hand was begging for help getting Nia off. She ate alone that morning, and when she joined her Master in his office, he gave her a knowing smirk before they got to work. In spite of what he had done…

He treated it like business as usual, and Mythra took her cue from him, as good as an order.

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Another day of nothing followed, and for the first time since he first touched her, since Mythra first chose to let him touch her, she was glad to be left unmolested, unviolated. Oh, the craving for more of his mean-spirited abuse was still there in the back of Mythra’s mind, and it was certainly deep within her quarrelsome pussy, ever-leaking rivulets of feminine arousal. It still showed in her uncomfortably stiff nipples, the way that she looked at her Master, and the way her hips couldn’t help but give subtle little squirms in his presence.

But she needed a moment to let what she had let happen really sink in, and he seemed to sense that. As ever, it felt to Mythra like Gyrex could read her mind. That, or he’s known a thousand other women just like me and played all of this out as many times, she glumly thought to herself that night, groaning as she shoved her face into her plush pillow. She did not bother with pajamas or burrowing beneath her bedsheets. Whether it was the season or just the feverish pitch of her lust, Mythra felt overheated. The cold shower that she had taken before consigning herself to an early sleep had only succeeded in making the rest of her body half as damp as her wanton twat.

Another voice rose within her mind as she sulked, not her own but a memory of her Master’s voice: Of all the married women that I've met and fucked? You are, by far, the most beautiful, Mythra. There isn't a woman alive who rivals you, even without bringing your breasts and ass into the equation. And you're certainly the most powerful, even if you no longer think yourself capable of fighting...

She sighed softly at that, her moodiness mollified until the repeat of his words reminded her of what followed on their heels: Gyrex had forced her to behold her disgraceful countenance in the mirror above his bed, and she had looked weak indeed. He made her watch while he fucked her face– not in the way that she had long secretly fetishized, but in the sense that he made sure to introduce his cock to every single one of her facial features. Is that something a man should do to the most beautiful woman they’ve ever met? To someone you regard as powerful and strong?

… Not that it was any worse than… using me like a toilet… Mythra sucked down the saliva in her mouth and swallowed the growing lump in her throat.

Yes, her Master’s voice replied in her head: her subconscious playing his part. That’s the point. I want to do these things to you because of who and what you are, Mythra. You looked through my journals. Did you see any mention of another woman being used the way that I used you? She wracked her mind and could think of no such mention, no matter how deep she dug.

Then again, the only entry in the journal that had stuck in Mythra’s mind was her own.

With some time to process things, what she remembered of his taste wasn’t as off-putting as she expected it to be. It comes from my Master’s cock, just like his cum… is it any worse than the sweat on his dick? Mythra asked herself, and though she didn’t feel quite ready to answer that question with an empathetic yes , she couldn’t quite tell herself no . Her Master’s cock was her Master’s cock, plain and simple. Every iota of cum she got from it was a blessing, and… is there really a difference between his cum and his piss?

Yeah. There is. There’s a huge fucking difference. That was a dumb question. I’m dumb. Fuck. Mythra giggled against her pillow, however, then sighed. … It’s just a different kind of blessing, she decided. And it’s alright for me to like one of his blessings more than the other. She took a long, slow breath, her shoulders rising and falling. The sentiment there felt right, though not quite something she was ready to fully embrace.

If you don’t enjoy it after a few tries, I won’t even make you do it, Gyrex’s voice echoed again in her head, and Mythra smiled sleepily against her pillow. At the very least, she figured that she could stand to try it again, whenever her Master was prepared to do so. As he said, the whole ritual he had made of it– brushing her teeth with his cock, imagine! –was too involved to be an everyday thing. The collateral damage? Unwitting, dimwitted Rex receiving a soiled kiss?

It did not even cross Mythra’s mind that night.

Contented and comfortable physically, if not entirely settled mentally, Mythra wiggled her arms beneath her pillow and squirmed into a more comfortable sprawl for her evening rest. Her Master, infallible, would surely pick a wise place and time for them to give it another try.

And when he did, Mythra would be expecting it. Her dreams that night were pleasant in their sin.

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What Mythra was not expecting? To startle awake the next morning from her Master coming to straddle her shoulders, pinning her chest to the bed. Immediate fright led to her instinct to fight immediately kicking in, unable to tell who dared drop their naked ass upon her from just weight alone. “What?!” she gasped out in a surprise squeal, her body worming to try and roll over and buck him. With all the leverage and physical power differential between them, he hardly had to try to keep her down.

The second she heard his familiar, faint grunt, though, Mythra knew. “Gyrex?” she asked in a surprised whisper, her heart rapid and only growing more rapid in excitement for the realization of who had jumped upon her bed. Even without that familiar sound, the heavy, warm weight of his balls against the skin of her back would have clued her in quickly, to say nothing of his cock, reaching up along the nape of her neck.

“Good morning, Mythra. Did you sleep well?” Gyrex asked, soft-spoken and pleasant, as though the two had awoken face-to-face after a night of sweet romance. His fingers were less sweet in their movements; one went to the back of her head and took a tight grip deep in her golden hair, close to her scalp. With a groan-inducing pull, he tugged back and forced his bitch to rest her chin on the pillow, her sleepy golden eyes given only her bed’s headboard to stare at.

Restless with excitement, Mythra shifted her hips, establishing her own grip in the bed sheets beneath her pillow, legs straining in a long stretch. “Yes,” she whispered back to him, an eager undulation working its way through her back as she felt him manipulate his cock– pushing it down against her skin, all but the inches buoyed by his balls in contact with her skin. She felt it all too keenly when he tugged back on his foreskin, putting the engorged purple crown of his cock directly against her nape, just along her spine. “Very.”

“That’s good. We’re going to have a busy day,” Gyrex told her. “The contractors are going to begin renovations today… but Pneuma will be supervising them. You and I will be heading out after you get ready,” he explained. “Which, granted, might take you a while.”

“Y-yeah?” Mythra asked, swallowing and grinning as her Master tugged back a bit tighter on her golden hair. Not a hard one, but just enough of a pull that her pussy was downright spastic from the taut tension. In a sense, Gyrex stroked his fingers along her back: incidental in the process of lazily jacking himself off in the compromised position. He may as well have been inside one of her holes for how it affected her body, her kegels unconsciously syncing, dancing to his tune.

“Yeah. You’re going to need to wash and dry your hair before we can even think about getting out the front door,” Gyrex murmured, giving Mythra cause for a fresh shiver. “Did you dream last night?” At her wordless moan of an answer he encouraged, “Tell me what you dreamed of.”

“Of my precious true Rex,” Mythra answered with earnestness. He knew who that was. They both did. “Of your cock…”

“Details, bitch,” Gyrex gave the order with all the tenderness of a man addressing his one true love. Though Mythra knew she could never be that for him, it did not lessen the effect of his tone upon her. She could have been as dry as a desert, and talking to her like that would have her wet as a freak typhoon wrecking her cockslot.

Her memory of the night’s dreams were already fleeing her. Mythra was unsure if the rushed babble of her words stemmed from a fear of forgetting some detail before relaying it, or just plain-old overeagerness. Luckily, she found that her Master lost no interest in her stream-of-consciousness, continuing to play with himself at the same cadence. “You were… fucking me… at the front desk. I was sitting in your lap, and my husband somehow didn’t even realize what you were doing… he just kept watching with that s-stupid smile on his face while you filled my womb up with your cum… over and over… you came so much, so fucking much in my slutty hole…”

“Mmm,” Gyrex grunted in encouragement for Mythra to continue, but she needed none. Her pauses were filled by whimpering exhales, her pussy begging for attention it was not likely to receive.

“T-then Nia… Nia left him, and she ate you out of me while… while Pyra was baking… some kind of savory pie, I dunno, oh, fuck…”

“Something she’s done before,” Gyrex’s voice was smug indeed, and she knew he wasn’t talking about the pie. “Do you want your minxy little kitten to do that again, Mythra? Do you want her tongue lapping my spunk out of your pussy? Both of you betraying Rex at once, while she’s not even able to understand what she’s doing?”

No, of course not, that’s fucked up, Mythra should have said. It was a sentiment she had before. But the answer that came out of her lips was as honest as her moans in the heat of the moment: “Yessss,” she moaned out in a long, lewd sigh. “I don’t… I don’t wanna share your cock but I can at least share your cum with her w-without… without doing anything wrong…”

Gyrex chuckled. “Oh, you slut. Isn’t it bad enough that you’re doing this to Rex? Do you really need to drag your sisters into it?” he asked her. “Especially the one most vulnerable? … Ah…”

Mythra’s mouth opened to answer, but before she could make another sound, she felt Gyrex’s cock twitch beneath her skin. A half-second later, he let out another wordless grunt and spewed upon her once more. He released her hair at the same time, fleeing his hand from the proverbial line of fire. A thick rope of his spunk slapped against the wood of her headboard, its lower end landing heavy and hot upon the back of her still-raised head. More followed, potent and excessive for how gentle and casual his jacking-off against her spine had been. For a full half of it, Mythra was wordless– and then her hanging mouth began to croon with a lurid giggle that no one would associate with the Aegis.

The rest of his cum landed lower, leaving a long and haphazard vertical line along her hair, a final wad of it resting upon her nape proper. “There,” Gyrex sighed, his bitch marked. He slapped his crown down against the cum on her skin, dragging it lazily while Mythra practically wiggled in pleasure beneath her. “Get another shower, get dressed and meet me in the office. Don’t worry about breakfast,” he told her.

“Gyrex?” Mythra murmured, her wretched grin quivering.

“Yes, bitch?” he asked as he started to ease up from her shoulders.

“... Can I please suck you clean before you go?” Mythra asked breathily, keeping her neck craned back but not trying to look back at him.

“Yeah,” he said, amused and pleased. “And you should probably lick that off your bed before it starts to dry, too. One thing at a time, though,” he said, moseying on his knees up alongside Mythra’s pillow. She turned her head as he settled, looking not to the head atop his shoulders but the one attached to his half-hardened cock, then leaned forward to take him past her lips without preamble.

Closing her eyes, Mythra sought to do no more and no less than she asked: until he told her otherwise, she would stand by his orders not to try and make him cum. Closing her eyes and moaning sweetly around the first inch of his cock, she alternated suckles with sweeps of her whore tongue until it was all gone, leaving only her mouth’s saliva in its place. Then, slowly, Mythra pulled back, opening her eyes to gaze up at Gyrex lovingly as she kissed his cock’s slit daintily– that glorious place where all his cum came from… where all his… where all his…

Another question came to her lips before he withdrew. Presumptuous of her, perhaps, but heavy on her mind after the last night and only now able to come to the forefront. “Did your wife ever drink your piss?”

“No,” Gyrex answered honestly and without offense. “I loved and respected her too much for that.” He leaned down, taking the sides of her golden-haired head in his hands… carefully, of course, so as to avoid the cum lining the back of her head and running through her hair. He kissed her brow and told Mythra gently, “You’re not the first woman I’ve pissed on. Though I’ve given you a choice… you’re the only one I’ve wanted to see swallow it. The lower you go, the happier you’ll be. That’s the kind of bitch you are, Mythra. You’ll be at your finest when you’re finally at your worst. And you deserve to be at your worst.”

Mythra’s cheeks pinkened, her fucked-up heart elated, as though he had given her a poetic speech on her beauty and grace. “Thank you,” she whispered shyly to him, gazing at him with dreamy golden eyes. He smirked and kissed her brow again before getting up, putting on his clothes and leaving her alone. Mythra watched that closely, of course, still in her awkward pose. Only when he left did she turn forward once more and crawl up to her headboard, putting her tongue to the painted wood and beginning to lap up the blessing given unto her unworthy body.

The taste was as glorious as she expected it to be. Less glorious, perhaps, was the sight of her wardrobe when she turned around and saw what Gyrex had done before dropping his ass on her back. Almost every article of clothing that she owned had been ripped out of her wardrobe and closet, stuffed into several big blue bags labeled DONATION – almost every fucking article of clothing , and she had a lot of clothing. 

He had taken her underwear already, and now he had taken the bulk of the rest of her belongings, marking them as hand-me-downs. She hoped to her late father, the Architect, that he was finally going to take her clothes shopping on their outing. If not, there could be trouble in paradise– As if I could get angry at him, she thought with a bland sort of amusement at herself. He made her a cheater, he made her his cum-guzzling slut, his piss-drinking whore, and even when she told herself she was drawing a line in the sand…

Well, it always felt like she only did so because it excited her when he inevitably crossed it to reinforce the perverse dynamics of their ruinous relationship, if it could even be called that.

And so, with a long sigh petering out of her lips, the Aegis stumbled into the washroom to shower up, a process made more laborious for her need to work still-warm spunk out of her hair. Having washed it last night, it wasn’t ideal, but what was she going to do? Go out in public with her Master’s load clinging to her golden locks? Not even he could demand that of her, Mythra was certain.

Once that was done, she took her buttplug from where it awaited her in the shower’s recessed wall, gripping her shower bar while squeezing it in with a grimace. Every time it went in and out was a little easier, now, but it remained an uncomfortable struggle to make her bootyhole relent in the face of an unwanted intruder. Once it was in and she had the Conduit-shaped stopper flush to her sphincter, Mythra sighed and got out to begin drying off. Toweling off her skin was quick enough; with how much hair she had, blow-drying her long blonde curtain was not.

When it was finally good enough to pass her Master’s muster, Mythra padded out to grab her lone remaining outfit and reported to her boss, her belly saddened by the smell of the breakfast she had to skip. Even so, she was glad to be spared another minute snogging her lawfully-wedded shithead. And frankly, as ever, her drooling cunt’s need for her Master– not just his cock but also just proximity to him –far outstripped her dietary needs.

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All-in-all, the initial plans for the renovations were far and away more extensive than Pneuma had expected them to be. She leaned back cozily in her seat, ledger propped up in her lap. Her mind wasn’t fully on the staggering scale of the numbers, however. With Gyrex and Mythra out, she had the Aegis Inn’s main office to herself and could make herself as comfortable as she liked; she had done so some minutes prior, wiggling her ass deep into the seat cushion that now conformed to the toning of the new owner’s arse. He probably wouldn’t have been too amused by her bare feet being kicked up on the desk, high heels set atop some paperwork he hadn’t completely finished.

A small part of Pneuma couldn’t help but hope he would come back early, perhaps forgetting something– that small little part of her that had resulted in Mythra, oh-so-many centuries ago. How fun would it be if he saw her being so disrespectful of his space and decided on the spot that she needed to be put in her place? Pneuma smiled to herself, biting at one corner of her mouth and glancing up at the closed door. She could picture it easily. Him standing there. Her, just smiling wider and wiggling her toes like they were fingers twinkling a hello. Him growling, advancing on her, cock hard and showing that his anger was simply fueled by passions more lustful than not. Oh, the things that the two of them could do together…

But that was just her inner Mythra hoping to get the kind of dicking she would never receive from Rex. With a leisurely sigh, Pneuma shook off the fantasy and looked down at the ledger again, and how much they were paying for materials and labor. The Aegis Inn’s new owner was throwing an amount of money into the renovations that bordered on obscene– an amount of gold that meant he could easily get workers to abandon other projects, and get suppliers to stiff their other customers in favor of them. It was the kind of gold that made a man or woman willing to sabotage their reputations.

Normally, such work would need to be arranged months if not years in advance, but with what Gyrex was throwing into it… it was the kind of gold that made Pneuma suspicious of where it all came from. Sure, he was a successful businessman and investor– she had looked into that herself over the past week, rather than allow herself to be fully taken by a handsome face (and her sister’s sexual gratification). As someone said long before Alrest came into being, where there was smoke, there was fire. 

Where there was shade cast by a billion gold being frivolously spent, there was a tree, and gold did not naturally grow on trees. She tapped a black-painted nail upon the ledger absentmindedly, releasing her lip from its nip and letting her smile fade. Should I look into this? Either he’s the richest man on Alrest, or… there’s something more going on here than any of us realize. I don’t think it’s a coincidence he showed up when he did. She drew in a slow breath, her eyes raising from the page. I wouldn’t care if it’s only a little illegal, but– mmm. I don’t know. How illegal would it have to get before I felt the need to put my foot down?

Pneuma thought about that for a long moment. Pretty illegal. War criminal or sex trafficking illegal, she decided, and such connections would have been difficult for him to hide. One of Pneuma’s ‘checks’ on Gyrex was reaching out to Morag. The Empire of Mor Ardain would have Gyrex on their radar if he was some kind of criminal kingpin, and from Morag’s response, he seemed to be mostly above board. If any of his money was illicitly gained, it was subtly done–

Something began to come over Pneuma abruptly, an unexpected light-headedness reeling her mind and leaving her breathing hard, struggling to get her thoughts in order. She could feel… something , a peculiar warmth around her core crystal that quickly turned into a searing heat. The ledger dropped flat in her lap, and she fumbled at her chair’s arm while trying to sit upright, slumping deeper. What’s…? Am I having some kind of…? The thought didn’t finish as her vision snapped away from the present, and into something else–

A vision , like the Foresight that her connection to the Trinity Processor had once given her ample access to. Something she had thought lost to her, something she hadn’t experienced since well before the day she washed up on Leftheria’s shores. It did not come to her clearly or distinctly, however– if the Trinity Processor was indeed streaming calculations of a far-off future to her, the data transfer was corrupted, and she was only receiving some of the frames, perhaps one out of every sixty. It made for a dizzying slideshow, her mind struggling to make sense of the imagery and the knowledge that came with it.

Pneuma followed the money–

Pneuma confronted Gyrex, furious at what she had learned, not for its illegality but because what it all meant for her and her sisters–

Gyrex didn’t deny it, admitting to everything that Pneuma accused him of, expositing her on his motives–

And then his cock was out, and Pneuma wasn’t quite as interested in tearing him a new asshole after learning everything –

He had spent so long driving her mad with envy, and the day she thought to take him down, Pneuma felt him preying on her lust, but she was just happy for his attention–

He revised their contract, her back the paper upon which it was written–

And then his cock signed her body by ensuring no other man would ever be good enough for any of Pneuma’s holes. He gave her inner Mythra the intense, rough fuck that she had been longing for, leaving Pneuma feeling utterly destroyed by his dick, so certain he had split her in half both when he took her pussy and again when he took her ass. And yet he gave her inner Pyra what Rex couldn’t, too, kissing her and praising her, caring for her so sweetly after making her feel like nothing more than a pair of fuckholes to him–

With how many frames she saw of that, he must have taken his time in doing it, reminding her so starkly of the footage he had shown her of Mythra’s infidelity–

But there it ended, and Pneuma blinked woozily, feeling sweat on her face and an urgent need within her cunt. Almost nothing of what she saw stuck in her mind but those feelings, that wild, wicked arousal within her. Gripping at the chair’s arm with one hand, she used her other to feel over her feverish body, glancing down at herself with dazed eyes. First she touched her core crystal, tracing what seemed to be a pink streak in its inner green– dispersing and breaking away like blood in water. Then her fingers grazed along the side of her tit, thighs quickly squeezing tight and a whimper slipping from her lips. There, she felt electric, more alive than she had ever been.

Lower, though. Pneuma’s fingers needed to go lower, and her eyes followed. She shifted her mini-skirt out of the way and gazed uncomprehendingly at her mess of a pussy. The immodest g-string she was wearing had soaken straight through, leaving her seated in a noticeable puddle on the chair beneath her. And while the triangular piece of fabric did cover her twat nicely on any other day, the wicked swell of her aroused pussy’s outer lips were peeking out from its sides. For several seconds, Pneuma could only stare at the shameful sight of herself.

Then her body was moving on its own, knowing what she needed, refusing to let her conscious mind have a chance to prude up and deny what it deserved. Pneuma had seen where Gyrex had put the Aerial Camera after they finished watching his long, long sex tape with Mythra, tucked into an unlocked drawer in the desk. Was it still there? Yes: if arousal wasn’t already flooding her, the sense of relief that coursed through her when she discovered the recorder would have her gushing a fresh bucket. 

Pneuma fumbled it into the monitor and let the footage roll, her fingers finally able to do all the things they had wanted to do it on her last watch– the things she wouldn’t let herself consider, not with Gyrex sitting right beside her all the while and smirking smugly. They had ultimately observed the playback at eight-times speed. With the lack of cuts, it still made for a ridiculously long video, far longer than Pneuma needed to get off. Her frantic fingers tugged her top’s neckline down and her g-string’s crotch aside, allowing her to molest both tit and twat as she watched Mythra’s humiliating submission to the Inn’s new owner.

The petite Aerial Camera followed them so closely from start to finish, its ancient algorithms perfected for finding the optimal angle for each moment. Fom Gyrex’s commentary, Pneuma knew that Mythra had no idea he had recorded it– getting slapped and fingered and fucked in the hallway, where any of them could have walked out and caught them in the act? He had been so rough and so malicious with her, punishing her pussy with wet slaps for giving his cock a good time. He made her clean up the evidence with her tongue before dragging her into his room–

Pneuma came, again and again. Not with Mythra, who seemed to cum at the drop of a hat, but in time with each of Gyrex’s. Every time, she could feel the cum on her skin or inside her, as though she were somehow reliving each moment of Mythra’s experience. And she would have kept cumming, if not for Pyra interrupting her. Her sister’s attempt at opening the locked door resulted only in the doorknob wiggling, which was beneath Pneuma’s notice. The voice raised to carry through the sturdy door was not. “Pneuma, I’m headed out. The contractors should be here soon.”

“R-right,” the green-haired Aegis shouted back, unable to hide the moan in her voice. The whorishness that had invaded her body seemed to slip away at the reminder of her duties for the day; with the renovations briefly shuttering the Inn, Pyra would be heading out on a short vacation to see their old friends. Gyrex had insisted on it; amongst Rex’s sister-wives, Pyra rarely had an opportunity to rest and relax.

While Rex and Nia were out working and Gyrex was shopping with Mythra, it would fall upon Pneuma to supervise the workers. “I’ll be out and ready for them, don’t worry,” she promised.

“Okay. See you soon,” Pyra said brightly, looking forward to her break from domesticity.

With the spell that had seized her over, Pneuma turned off the monitor and replaced the Aerial Camera, not bothering to try and remember exactly how it had been placed. If Gyrex hadn’t wanted her to have access to it, he would have kept it on his person. Flushed and just a little unsettled, she hastily tidied up the mess she had made, stumbling out of the room on first-unsteady legs to get a towel for mopping up her pussy’s spill. Then Pneuma tidied up the mess she had made of herself , her clothing sweaty and her hair a mess.

When the sizable group of contractors arrived, Pneuma was waiting for them, every bit of her presented as the Aegis Inn’s more lustful guests hoped. The body-conforming dress that she wore was lacking in shoulders and in the skirt department, showing off far more supple flesh than was appropriate for a married woman to bare before twenty-odd men on her lonesome. Thanks to the black high heels she wore, heading up stairs with them behind her would give them free opportunities to see flashes of what was beneath her dress’ scandalous skirt, while risking something riding up and out from under her neckline.

A proper bra would have insured her modesty against any potential nip slips, but it would have lessened the show she put on for the men– a bit of mid-work entertainment.

Being handsomely paid did not mean the men were on their best behavior; that would have cost Gyrex extra. They leered at her, making crude comments that they presumed Pneuma wouldn’t hear. She soaked in their attention, both literally and figuratively. That little part of her that produced the enormous attention whore that was Mythra relished in the attention, in stepping close to them and letting them ogle down her cleavage, of touching their broad and muscular arms flirtatiously, of bending over at the waist when serving them refreshments…

And it had nothing to do with her husband or with Gyrex, or even the salacious footage Pneuma had been watching prior to their arrival. It was something that she did for her own gratification. At least, that’s what she told herself as she smiled and smirked and giggled at the laborers, playing with her hair and allowing herself constant peeks down at their tenting crotches.

It wasn’t like she was at risk of going off the deep end, as Mythra had.

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“Really?” Gyrex asked, his eyebrows sweeping slowly upward. “All this time you’ve been living in Leftheria, and you’ve never been to this restaurant?”

“Any restaurant,” Mythra corrected conversationally, glancing around the bustling cafe that her Master had taken her to for breakfast, her golden eyes bright with interest. “Not since we– you know, settled down. Right after everything that happened. Rex always said it would be too much hassle, with how many people we’d be bringing. And he prefers Pyra’s cooking, so…”

“Well,” he grunted thoughtfully, crossing his powerful arms over his broad chest briefly. “I can’t blame him for that. But you can’t seriously tell me that Pyra has cooked every meal for you five for the better part of a decade.”

“Without missing a day, yeah. Even when she’s under the weather,” Mythra admitted, her attention re-settling upon her Master. She slipped her fingers around the steaming mug of coffee set before her and continued, “She’s never been seriously ill, but any time she’s snivelly, she insists on getting up and doing it anyway.” One of her shoulders lifted in a half-shrug prior to taking a sip of her drink and continuing. “It’s her happy place.”

“Don’t care how good a chef is. Even the best chef deserves an occasional break from slaving away over a range,” Gyrex said, his eyes cutting to the side and affixing on someone approaching them directly. “When she returns, we’ll figure out a schedule. I’m not as talented as she is in the kitchen, but I can make a fine breakfast. I was already planning to cook while she was gone.”

“Breakfast,” Mythra repeated, her voice shifting subtly, a lump forming in her throat that she quickly swallowed.

It had nothing to do with the fact that they had skipped breakfast at the Aegis Inn, the last chance Mythra would have to taste her twin’s cooking before her vacation separated them for the first time in… ever, really. It wasn’t related to the promise of her unfilled belly finally getting what it had been panging for; the cafe was Gyrex’s first stop.

Breakfast . Hearing the word from her Master’s lips evoked the memory of her vision of him cooking in the fully-renovated and expanded Aegis Inn’s restaurant, Pyramaniac. An intimate, celebratory breakfast for just her Master and the Aegis family, before they formally reopened for guests– a breakfast that everyone thought Mythra was missing, sick in bed. In that vision, though, Mythra had simply been out of sight. While Gyrex prepared the morning feed, she had been behind him, her hands parting his ass, her tongue braving his asshole like the shameless slut she was.

An act unfathomable before, but something that she truly hungered for now, an opportunity to further prove her devotion to her Master. “Breakfast,” Gyrex repeated, smiling broadly at the lovely young woman who was finishing her approach. Mythra followed his gaze to her as she shook off the moment, glancing from her to him and back again. The food on the waitress’ plates should have snagged Mythra’s starved attention, but her focus instead honed in on just how her Master seemed to gaze at the young woman.

She couldn’t have been more than twenty two. Mythra made her unconscious assessment quickly: a pretty thing, to be sure, with a cute face and kissable lips that seemed to rest in a natural smile. She had half a foot on any of the Aegis ladies, with curling brown hair and a figure downplayed by the cafe’s casual apparel. Beneath her sweater and jeans, her curves couldn’t have been equal to Mythra’s own, neither objectively nor in proportion to her taller height. Still, the way that Gyrex looked at her, the way that he smiled at her and the way the waitress smiled back at the handsome older man?

Mythra found herself on edge, the jealousy rising in her an immediate reaction to the perceived possibility of a threat to her relationship. “Torna Toast for you, right, Missus Aegis?” the young lady asked Mythra, turning that girlish smile upon the blonde and already leaning forward to put down the plate, bearing two slices of sweetly-battered toast and some fruit.

“Yeah,” Mythra said brusquely, trying to communicate a blunt ‘hurry up and fuck off’ through her stare, which bordered on a glare. She had no idea who the waitress was, but it wasn’t surprising that she recognized Mythra, the world-saving heroine that lived just down the street. Already though, the woman had turned her attention back over to Gyrex, not even giving Mythra the satisfaction of being pointedly ignored.

“And our famous Grady Omelet for the gentleman,” the waitress said pleasantly, her lashes fluttering as she set down Gyrex’s plate. His smile slipped into grin territory.

This hussy is just looking for a big tip, Mythra growled inwardly. At least she’s done. At least she’s going to go away.

“Thank you very much, my dear. What’s your name?” Gyrex asked her, taking only a cursory glance over his presented meal before his eyes resettled on the waitress’ face. He did not rush his eyes up there, either, taking his time in looking up along her clothed silhouette. Evenly, quickly without seeming rushed, but communicating a clear appreciation all the same. It was the way that Gyrex had looked at Mythra the first time they met, the way that got her neglected pussy pumping lubricant in hopes of finally getting its needs fulfilled.

“Jalea,” she said, tucking some of her hair behind an ear as she straightened. She took a very quick glance over her shoulder, as though assessing if she had the time to stop and have the chat Gyrex was drawing her into. Mythra didn’t try and get a read on it, settling to glare a long and silent warning at the girl. Her eyes stuck to Gyrex’s ruggedly handsome face like glue, however.

“Jalea. That’s a beautiful name,” Gyrex repeated, before reaching into his suit jacket to procure a thin black square that popped open with a flick of his thumb. From that square he pilfered a single white business card. Mythra flicked her glare off the lady briefly to glance at it. Subtly off-white… a tasteful thickness… the perfect business card, insofar as Mythra knew them (which she didn’t, but if her Master had it, then it was perfect). “I’m surprised a fetching woman like yourself isn’t wearing a ring. Are you taken?” he asked.

Mythra grabbed her cutlery and stabbed one of the pre-cut, syrup-drizzled pieces of fried toast like it was Malos returned from the dead.

“I–” Jalea blinked, caught off-guard by the forward question. “No,” she said quickly, and then even more quickly colored and corrected herself, “Well, yes. My boyfriend is the chef.”

“That’s wonderful. Not many people get to work with their significant other. Have you been seeing him for very long?” Gyrex asked casually. Mythra lifted the little slice of sweetly-sticky bread to her mouth, shoved it inside and chewed it with a vengeance, continuing to try and manifest Jalea fucking off without answering the question.

“We’ve been together for years, yes. Seven years,” Jalea answered, taking another assessing glance: not back at the rest of the cafe, but at the woman that Gyrex was sitting with. Mythra could imagine what must have flicked through her mind, quick and calculating. She didn’t recognize Gyrex, but she knew Mythra, and knew who she was married to. What she probably assumed to be a best-case scenario was Mythra’s worst-case. “Are you Rex’s brother? His cousin? The resemblance is uncanny,” she asked.

“No, but I’ve gotten that a lot over the years,” Gyrex said, his grin easing into restive confidence. “I’m the new owner of the Aegis Inn, and if your boyfriend’s cooking tastes half as good as it smells, you and I will be seeing a lot of each other in the future. Are you two the owners?” he inquired.

“It feels like it some days, but no,” Jalea admitted with a little laugh. Though Mythra chewed grumpily, the yummy, sugary breakfast carbs were doing wonders for her bad mood. 

“Mm. Here,” Gyrex said, extending his business card to Jalea between two fingers. “The Inn is closed for the next while, but we’ll be reopening soon and looking for new employees, if you’re interested. I promise, the pay will be very generous for the… work you’d be doing,” he said, that word partnered with another long-yet-short look over her that sharpened Mythra’s jealousy. Without words, that look said so much: you’re attractive. I would fuck you.

“I’m not looking for a new job, but I’ll keep it in mind,” Jalea promised, her cheeks red as she glanced over the business card. She tucked it into her pocket and took a step back, giving them both a quick smile. “Excuse me, I should get back to work,” she said, turning on her heel quickly.

Mythra stabbed the next slice of her Torna Toast like it was Jin, watching Gyrex as he watched Jalea’s hips rock and sway on her way towards the kitchen. “Hm,” he finally grunted in appreciation as she disappeared through the swing-open door, then looked back to Mythra. He smirked knowingly at her and wondered, “Are you feeling neglected?”

“No,” Mythra grumbled unconvincingly. 

“Be honest or I won’t fuck your pussy today,” Gyrex replied in turn, in the same conversational tone and volume he had spoken to Jalea with– not any softer for the bold, very public mention of their affair. “I know how much you’ve been looking forward to that.

Mythra felt her cheeks simultaneously attempt to blanch and fluster with horror and embarassment, quickly glancing around to see if any of the neighboring tables had overheard them. “Guy, we’re–” she began to hiss worriedly.

“Be honest now , or I won’t fuck you unless you get up on the table and loudly ask for it,” he said curtly, cutting her off. Mythra stuffed the toast on her fork into her mouth.

Given what he said the previous day in the washroom, Mythra doubted he would push things that far, yet she was also unwilling to push her luck. She tried glaring at him for a few seconds, taking her chewing as an excuse to hold off on answering, but by the time she swallowed, the resistance within her had faltered. And so Mythra looked away and admitted in a mumble, “Don’t wanna have to share your attention.” It made her feel a teeny-tiny bit better, getting it off her chest.

“You’re going to have to make your peace with it, Mythra. All the power in this relationship we have… it’s mine,” he told her as he cut off a piece of his omelet. “Don’t mistake the occasional choice or privilege given to you as opportunities to control me. You’re my bitch, first and foremost.” He took his eyes off her as the kitchen door swung open again, watching as Jalea swayed her way over to another table with a tray of fresh mugs of coffee. “I’m going to fuck her,” he told Mythra, plainly. “You’re going to see me fuck a lot of women, so you should get used to it, and content yourself in the knowledge you’re the one I’ll be keeping closest.”

“She has a boyfriend,” Mythra protested weakly, less anger fueling the next stab of her fork into the fried toast’s fluffy innards.

“You have a husband,” Gyrex chuckled quietly, taking his first bite. “What’s your point?”

“... I dunno,” Mythra told him, deflating a little further, but taking the opportunity to slip in a question, thinking back to his prodigious roster of conquests. “Why do you… do it? Seduce people who already have partners?”

He eyed her as he chewed, as though considering whether or not Mythra had earned an answer. After swallowing, Gyrex asked, “Why do they put syrup on Torna Toast?”

Mythra shrugged a shoulder, glancing down at her food and licking a bit of that sticky syrup from the corner of her mouth. “Because it tastes better with it?” she guessed.

“Right. And why do you enjoy being treated like a filthy slut?” Gyrex asked her, finally bothering to lower his voice, leaning in over his meal as he spoke. Mythra found herself leaning forward in turn, her breasts against the edge of the table, her cheeks darkening with every word that slipped out of his mouth. 

“Why is it you don’t speak up or try and stop me when I play with your whore pussy under the table in front of your family?” Those words sparked a need for him to reach under the table and do just that– though they were sitting directly across from each other, and her holes were out of his reach. Mythra closed her eyes.

Gyrex continued. “I’ve slapped your face, your tits and even your pussy, and you don’t try to run away. Why is that?” he pressed, and Mythra’s hips shifted in a slight squirm atop her otherwise comfortable chair. Without thinking, as she had so many times in her Master’s presence now, the blonde Aegis reached beneath the table to her lap. Her legs were hugged tight by the heather-gray yoga pants he had left in her closet. With her lack of underwear, her cameltoe had been painfully apparent from the moment she got dressed– and as her pussy got wetter, it only got bolder, outlined by telling dampness.

“You don’t care what I do when I put my cock in you or on you; you might think you do, but you don’t try to get away from it. Why is that?” Gyrex asked her, and Mythra swallowed deeply again, drawing her finger along her pussy’s visible slit, only hidden from adventuring eyes courtesy of the table. “You’re married, but all you’ve been thinking about since you’ve met me is my cock and my cum. Why is that, Mythra?”

“... b-because it tastes better,” she whispered needfully, and added weakly, “That was a dumb question.”

“There’s no such thing as a dumb question, Mythra,” Gyrex said, and even with her eyes shut she could see the smirk on his lamentably smug face. A beat passed, and then he added with dry amusement: “You’re just a dumb slut, and that’s what I love most about you.” She burst into a giggle, awkward and aroused pleasure arising within her at the insult; it was a compliment, a condiment on top of everything else, just proving his point. “Now stop trying to finger yourself and finish your food so we can get on with our day,” he told her next, and Mythra slipped her finger away from herself–

Just as she did, the now-familiar lightheadedness of her visions came to her. It was just a flicker, brief and passing, and if not for the dizziness left in its wake, she would have thought it nothing more than an intrusive fantasy. 

The feelings of the vision-Mythra came first, strongly felt as the love that she bore for her Master: she was hungry, so hungry. Not in the way that she was physically hungry in the present, at least not in the way that food could deal with. She was hungry for his cock, and more so than usual. What Mythra had done to earn the punishment he gave her didn’t matter; if she could have doubled back and done everything all over again, she would have. A month without his cock was bad enough. The chastity belt he used to lock away her ass and pussy kept her from trying to make due with alternatives, living or otherwise. 

He made sure she knew how much the other women at the Aegis Inn were getting to enjoy his cock without her getting so much of it. Most but not all of the female staff were enthusiastic members of his expansive harem, well-aware that the man they were cheating on their significant other with viewed them as side-pieces. The three Aegi and their honorary fourth would always receive the bulk of his attention, but that was fine by them. He gave them a sort of pleasure and satisfaction that they couldn’t find elsewhere, and there was a certain safety and comfort in knowing he wouldn’t seek to make it anything more than that.

In her flicker of a vision, a constant stream of women came and went from the office in the midst of a surprise quarterly performance review. Everyone received glowing praise and caringly voiced constructive criticism from Gyrex, every word of it well-earned by his employees: mostly female, but a scattered few men, some of whom enjoyed similar side benefits as their boss. They were paid ridiculously well for what they did, and it made them care about their work. The bonuses they received during their performance reviews were another powerful motivator.

The women received two different bonuses. One was monetary, and the other was priceless. Pragmatism rather than sexism had Gyrex deal with all the male employees first on performance review day; when it came time for him to have his sit-downs with the ladies, he took lurwood extract to ensure he wouldn’t flag for a moment in their presence. Normally in the abnormal workplace, Mythra would be tending his cock beneath the desk at such a time, ensuring her Master went no more than a few moments without being stimulated.

During her belted punishment, vision-Mythra’s orders were clear: stay out of the way and do some busywork while Gyrex fucked the hell out of everyone else. Her constant tears of frustration kept ruining the paperwork she was trying to do– and that unhappiness spiked in the moments between coworkers, when she would normally be slobbering all over her Master’s knob. In Mythra’s absence, the role did not go unfulfilled: sweet young Jalea had earned the privilege of some ‘overtime’, being the employee of the month.

When the reviews were done, he fucked the hell out of Jalea twice over while Mythra failed at even trying not to watch. Afterwards, vision-Mythra knew she should have been grateful for what Jalea did– grabbing her, pulling her into a closet so the sobbing Aegis could eat her Master’s cum out of the brunette’s gaping holes. There was no gratitude within the bitch as she sucked and licked and rubbed her face in the resultant mess, however. She had never liked Jalea, not from the first moment–

“Mythra?” Gyrex spoke up, and Mythra snapped out of her vision– no, just a fantasy, it’s nothing more than a fantasy –with a sharp breath. She blinked at him. However long had elapsed since the spell came over her, her Master had risen from his seat, and the payment for their meals had been set out beside their bill. It felt like she had only lost a moment, but it had been long enough for Gyrex to finish his meal and for their waitress to deliver the bill. “Are you that weak in the knees right now?”

“No,” Mythra mumbled with defensive haste, scraping her chair back and pushing herself upright. Though defensive, she had been pretty sure a moment prior that she’d been fine. As ever, however, Gyrex seemed to know her better than she knew herself. Even without an orgasm her legs were feeling some quivers coursing through them, and it took her a long moment to steady herself. “I mean– just a second.”

“Take your time,” Gyrex replied without hiding his faint amusement.

She did. Not too much of it, but enough to eyeball the tip that Gyrex had left for Jalea. Paper currency, something newly issued by the Empire to simplify commerce. Promissory notes far more convenient than lugging around actual gold coinage. Had Jalea any doubts about the job that Gyrex had waved under her nose… Mythra tallied up the sum of the combined notes in her head quickly and swallowed the rising annoyance in her throat. A year’s salary in one shift? It was too good to be true, and that would arouse the young woman’s curiosity.

Mythra glanced through the busy little cafe towards the kitchen entrance, and for a moment she espied a hint of Jalea laughing and smiling dotingly at a similarly-aged man, looking the part of her partner in every respect. … You’re going to be cheating on him soon enough, if you aren’t already. Her heart panged slightly for his sake, but her pussy panged for her own. Silently, Gyrex stepped to her side.

“Sorry. Ready,” Mythra murmured after a moment more, curling her hand around Gyrex’s proffered arm. To the locals of Leftheria that looked upon them and assumed Gyrex to be some long lost relative of Rex… it would look like nothing more than a family member escorting one of the local legend’s lovely wives. The blonde Aegis was a rare sight around town, and it wasn’t as though the locals had really ever frequented the Aegis Inn. They didn’t know how much of an attention whore she was. They didn’t go looking for the subtle signs that not all was well under their roof and within her bigamous marriage.

Their trust and belief in her blinded them to the less subtle signs of what had already happened. Mythra squirmed her thighs close, all too conscious of the dampness beneath her clinging yoga pants, but if anyone took real note of the visible dampness? They must have assumed it to be spilled coffee or water, rather than some indication of her infidelity– even if they did presume as much, they likely assumed it to be nothing more than a date. Such a person would be too distracted to notice the way Gyrex deliberately brushed his arm against her tits as they walked.

Cool air tickled her dampness through the fabric, making her shiver as much as those touches. Her tits were girded, in a sense, but only just. The lone remaining ‘top’ that Gyrex allowed her that day was the sports bra he took from her the previous week, during her disastrous attempt to find her wedding ring in his suite. … Shit. I still don’t know what he did with that, Mythra thought to herself, glancing up at him as they headed down one of the growing town’s side streets. He smiled down at her, and she felt her cheeks radiate warmth. … … Not really important right now.

He hadn’t washed the bra for her; he hadn’t returned it clean. The dried semen stains inside their mammary-hoisting cups were something Mythra couldn’t help but take some pride in, although it made her wonder when the fuck he had spunk to spare for such a defilement as jacking off with her stolen underwear. For shoes, Gyrex had left her a pair of ballet flats. All-in-all, she wasn’t exactly at her fashionable best, but in his company? Receiving his attention?

She felt content, especially now that they were away from that waitress. “We’re close now,” he said. “Have you been out this way before?”

“No, not really. Leftheria’s been growing steadily, and… yeah. Not much time or opportunity for exploring since we opened the Inn,” Mythra replied, smiling slightly and admitting the sort of thing she rarely had the humility to put forward. “You already know the lay of the land better than I do.” They took a turn off the side street, heading into an alleyway that forced Mythra to squeeze herself tight against her Master’s side to keep pace with him.

“Is that so?” Gyrex asked conversationally. “We’ll have to…”

A small ringing ran through Mythra’s ears, and another shiver ran through her. It was a distinctly different sort than the one the air beckoned out of her: rather than a tremble of her shoulders, it was a chill up her spine. It was a feeling – and a bad one, at that. Though her powers had not returned, old instincts had her on edge suddenly. No Foresight was forthcoming, but even so, she had a premonition, an uncomfortable inkling. Her feet slowed, and she squeezed Gyrex’s forearm tightly, interrupting his continued words with a whispered warning. “We’re being watched. Followed.”

“Why do you say that?” Gyrex asked, slowing. 

Within the tight confines of the alleyway, there were only three directions from which someone could observe them: above, ahead of them and behind them. “I just… I just know,” she said, something tightening in her throat. Something inside her screamed a wordless warning, but its meaning was clear: DANGER, DANGER. “Call it intuition,” she mumbled. While she was a Blade… she was as human as her Master, who wasn’t even the true Master Driver her husband was. I can’t protect him. He’s a fighter, but…

She cut a glance over her shoulder quickly, just in time to see the silhouette of a dark-haired man turn sideways and walk away. Little hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. “Don’t worry. If something happens, I’ll keep you safe,” Gyrex promised her, with an unworried chuckle.

“Do you even have a weapon?” Mythra asked, her nerves raw. 

“Do you think that I’m without a Blade of my own?” Gyrex asked, his crooked arm straightening and reaching behind Mythra. He grabbed one half of her plush ass with his hand, rough and firm and making her squeak out, disarmed and thrown off-balance. “Present company notwithstanding,” he added with a hint of amusement.

“I-I mean,” Mythra cleared her throat, urged into motion by the hand pushing on her arse. “I haven’t seen your Blade–”

“You will eventually,” he promised her. “So believe me when I say that you’re not in any danger. I would never let anyone hurt you… in a way you don’t already want to be hurt, anyway,” he added, with a particularly gruff dig of his digits into her backside.

“R-right,” Mythra cleared her throat again, needlessly, clinging all the tighter to Gyrex’s arm. She wasn’t sure if she felt any safer, or if his touch had simply rendered her more horny than sensible. Some part of her, very much not a small part at all, hoped he would grab her, shove her up against the rough bricks that flanked either side of them and begin a prompt dicking.

They made it to their first store without incident or further instinctive warning on Mythra’s part. Given the alleyway, she almost expected it to be a scuzzy hole-in-the-wall selling lewd clothing and lewder paraphernalia. It ‘twas not; the alleyway was nothing more than a shortcut streets unfamiliar to Mythra, hosting a number of boutiques she never would have explored on her own. All the shopping Mythra did prior took place at the stores that already existed when they moved into the home that they built into the Inn.

Given the chic, intriguing offerings she saw around her, she made a mental note to come back on her own later, without her Master’s inadvertent pressure upon her.

“We’ll let you know if we need any help, darling,” Gyrex headed off a helpful clerk with a smile and some amiable words, ensuring that they could browse the aisles without any interruption. “Thank you.” She headed off to her assistance to customers on the other side of the store, while he led Mythra deeper. “Here’s how we’ll go about this. You can pick out one outfit. We’ll leave this store with four.”

“The other three… being ones you choose for me?” Mythra asked, her voice quiet.

“Right,” Gyrex told her with a faint smile, and for a time he allowed her to lead him instead. Once she saw the price-tags, she decided she could never again return without Gyrex. Some of her clothing had been ridiculously expensive, but, well. What she was seeing made them feel downright thrifty. “Don’t worry about the cost,” he told her lightly.

That was easy enough, at least. If Mythra knew one thing about her Master, it was that he had a fantastic cock. If there were two things she knew about her Master, it was that he had a fantastic cock and knew how to use it. Three things? Those again, and he had money to splurge. She asked for his opinion on a variety of tops, as she once did the one time she convinced Rex to go shopping with her.

Unlike Rex, he gave genuine feedback instead of glancing around and acting like it was a chore and waste of his time. She could feel he was enjoying her growing enthusiasm as they wandered the racks. Each minute slipped by Mythra as though Gyrex’s cock was plugging up her tight twat, her belly as warm as if his sperm was overwhelming her poor womb. It took her back to their first day together– and how strange it felt to her to feel that way, when it wasn’t that long ago. There’s just… something about him, the blonde thought to herself, surprised at her happiness and positivity. Feels like I’ve known him forever, and not just because he looks like my husband, but hotter.

While she shopped, there was no degradation, no humiliation. Gyrex was letting her feel like they were a couple, like she was more than just his bitch, his latest and greatest conquest in the bedroom. She adored him for that, not that it said much; Mythra adored him for just about everything, and anything that initially rubbed her the wrong way quickly swung the other way after a bit of rough play.

“Okay,” Mythra said almost an hour later, finally satisfied with the top, bottoms and shoes she had picked out. “Can we go try these on?” she asked Gyrex, pink-cheeked and smiling. Each piece was something that he approved of, things that Mythra was excited to wear for him .

“We’ll get my selections first and do it all at once,” Gyrex told her, his smile fond. It did not take them long to get together his three to her one; together, they must have gone over the entire store in the course of Mythra browsing. “Took some mental notes as we went,” he explained to her.

“Smart,” Mythra smiled up at him, hugging his arm as they looked for the clerk they ushered away earlier.

“The changing room? Of course,” the woman said with a smile, leading the pair towards the back of the store and unlocking the door for the two of them. She hovered for a moment, just long enough to realize the local celebrity and her escort were both going into the cramped space. “Um, sorry, but only… one person at a time…” she interrupted them, her voice skewing awkward and a blush gracing her cheeks.

“Well, that won’t do,” Gyrex said, pausing and reaching into his suit’s jacket. “Here,” he said as he counted out some promissory notes and passed them over. “One person, right?”

Mythra wasn’t sure if her cheeks were reddening from her own embarassment, or from catching the worker’s awkwardness second-hand. She looked away as the woman dithered over taking the bribe, a tension easing out of her when she heard the paper change hands and the employee replied, “Right, one person. Though, um, I mean–”

Another shuffle of paper notes, and the woman gasped at what must have been an early paycheque or two foisted in her hands. “Mythra came here alone, and she left here alone. Didn’t she?”

“Y-yeah. I’ll leave you to it,” the worker said quickly, not looking her gift horse in the mouth. The pair heard her sigh of relief at the sound of the door’s bells jingling, announcing another arrival and a distraction from what she witnessed. 

Then Gyrex nudged Mythra into the cramped room and stepped in behind her, closing the door behind him. “This seems familiar, doesn’t it?” he asked, putting up the three sets of hangers on the hooks to their left. A small, cushioned bench offered a perch opposite of the hooks, while the wall directly ahead of them held a full-length mirror.

“Snugger than the shower,” Mythra murmured, biting her bottom lip softly in her excitement. She had not doubted for a moment that they would end up in the tiny room together, and she had her hopes for where it would go, but… “Is this really okay?” she asked her Master softly, meeting his eyes through the mirror. “What if someone notices and…”

“Rex spends about as much time in town as you have. You might be local legends, but every member of your family is insulated from the rest of Leftheria,” Gyrex told her, his large hands coming to rest upon her shoulders. They gave a slow but potent rub into the skin, finding tension that Mythra hadn’t even been aware of and massaging it out. “And it’s his fault, not yours. The situation he put the four of you in is ridiculous,” he murmured.

“... It’s not his fault I threw myself on your cock, though,” Mythra told Gyrex softly as she leaned back against him, her ass flush with the hardened shaft tenting his slacks. “He might have set me up to be a cheater, but… it’s my fault that I’m such a terrible whore, isn’t it?” She smiled, lowering her eyes to watch as his hands began to rove down, pinching the elastic that hugged her sports bra beneath her tits.

“That’s right,” Gyrex said, fond and approving. A brief silence filled between them, though the lull in conversation was comfortable. No words were needed as he helped her remove the sports bra, her heavy breasts falling free, newly pink core crystal agleam. As before, he made no special mention of it– and Mythra wasn’t in the mood to explore mysteries , not as his hands slipped down to cup and squeeze her breasts like he owned them.

Because he indeed did, just like he owned every inch of her skin and hair. “What do you want to try on first?” he asked lightly. “Yours, or one of mine?” he further inquired, though he distracted her from an immediate answer with the squeeze upon her nipples.

“M-mine, I think,” Mythra whispered, her hands lifting to briefly clasp his wrists. His hands eased from her breasts, and she led them down to the waist of her yoga pants. Her breath caught deep in her throat when he got them down around her thighs, her pussy once more exposed and vulnerable. It wasn’t the soon that he promised her days prior, though. The timing wasn’t right. He was going to wait until they were finished trying on clothes–

–He wasn’t. He left the yoga pants stretched between her legs, her sports bra thoughtlessly discarded on the floor. “It’s a cute outfit,” Gyrex agreed, pulling one hand from her body to slip between her ass and his crotch. The blonde’s breathing quickened as she felt him unbutton his slack and produce his cock, guiding it in a long drag between her ass’ crack, briefly bullying at the stopper of her buttplug. Mythra bit her bottom lip and tried to hold in her moan without much success. Her Master’s other hand slid between her thighs, toying at her plumply-aroused cunt. “Though I don’t think you’ll care much for cuteness after today. At least, not the way you used to,” he added, smirking.

“R-Rex,” Mythra pleaded, and she damn well knew what she was pleading for. Her ass tightened at the jarring tease, toes curling inside her flats.

“Say it,” he gloated.

“Ffffuck me,” the blonde bitch groaned out like the whore she was, her thick lashes falling low over her eyes. “I… I want you to fuck me, please, right here and right now in a store… I want the woman working here t-to know… you’re fucking me… in her changing room. My body, it isn’t complete without a load of your cum and your cock sealing up my pussy,” she whispered urgently.

“Good girl,” he praised her, and Mythra shivered, her lips parting silently. “... Good girl.” With the second utterance, he drove himself roughly into her waiting twat. It would never matter just how wet she was or how prepared she believed herself to be; in the course of that one thrust, he pushed her to the point of breaking and then snapped her in half with blunt disregard for the woman the town believed Mythra to be.

“T-thank you, thank you, thank you,” Mythra found herself panting between the heavy gasps that pulsed through her, discomfort and pleasure twinned within her soul. A little whimper slipped out between them as Gyrex shoved her against the mirror, the weight of his body crushing her against it, almost managing to flatten her breasts. He broke her in all over again, but without a need to build up to the hammering that had corrupted the Aegis once and for all. Knowing how much she could take, he got straight to it. “Fuck,” the little slut moaned, her hands slapping flat on the glass to brace her weight. “Rex, you’re so, you’re so big, your big fat cock is so fucking good–”

Gyrex shut Mythra up with his fingers, filling her mouth, giving her something to suck. The arm responsible for lifting them wrapped around her neck, making for a lewd chokehold that had Mythra shooting past the point of no return with her typical ease. The beginnings of her joyous shriek were muffled, kept tame, but that was the only thing about their fucking that wasn’t wild. She came without care for the world around them and the fact that they could be easily caught, everything good ruined– again and again, she came, a wet mess building on the floor and her thighs.

His cock alone would always be enough to overwhelm her, but his fingers circled her clit– his plug filled her bottom, while his hips repeatedly clapped into her thick rump. Quieting the shrieks only covered the most noticeable noise, and Gyrex gave no regard for the wet cacophony he created. Unlike most of his times inside her twat, however, he didn’t hold himself back. In the midst of her sixth orgasm, he gave his final thrust, her whole core jolting with the impact against her cervix. He squeezed her close as he filled her, his face pressed down against the side of her golden-haired head.

It was utter rapture for Mythra, and she felt as though she was risen to some sort of seventh heaven as they spent a time recovering, both breathing hard, her shaking all the while. One of her hands went back, silently squeezing at his hip with a clumsy hand. “You… can try your outfit on now,” he whispered against Mythra’s hair, slowly extracting his cock from her as the pink walls fought to hold him deep. She groaned unhappily around his fingers when he finally schlopped out, and his unfettered cum began to drool from her once-petite hole; he once again left it a gaping chasm, bullishly reshaped by his dick.

“Y… ye… yeah…” Mythra responded slowly, no longer all that interested in what she had picked out. Still, he had all the cum in their relationship, such as it was. She shimmied the yoga pants further down and stepped out of them, their outward staining now obvious. Off came her ballet flats without consideration for wiping off errant cum before it dried, and on went the clothes. An open-backed halter top, a matching skirt…

Gyrex didn’t say a word as she donned each garment, only speaking up to point out the obvious when she finished. “Did you mean to put that on backwards?” he asked her; the halter covered half her back, letting her breasts fly free.

The little whore smiled at her Master, her lashes fanning low. “Don’t you think it looks better this way?” she asked him, her still-raging need obvious in her voice. “Slutty, instead of cute?”

“Try trashy, you skank,” Gyrex said quietly, both stinging Mythra’s pride and feeding her pussy the attention it craved. He wasted no time in taking what he wanted from her body again, rough and without warning. With one hand twisting her golden mane, he pulled Mythra stumbling away from the mirror and forced her half-up on the little bench, roughly slamming himself home inside her. It was a dangerous thrust, one without proper lining-up that could have gone disastrously, but her pussy seemed magnetic for his cock.

He left it to Mythra to cover her whore wails, holding her hip in one hand and continuing to pull back on her hair with the other. It was beyond her ken to tell if she did a good job of that (but no, she did not); her toes curled and her back arched as she lost herself repeatedly, each orgasm further affirmation of her submission to him, proving it was the right decision. With how thick her first creampie of the day had been, it made for an exceptionally sloppy plowing.

Mythra whimpered discontentedly when he pulled out, though she was elated to feel his cum lace her ass, streaking up along her spine and in her long fall of hair. In cumming on her back, Gyrex stained the front of the top. So it went with the rest of the outfits, too. However her Master fucked her, he left some form of proof of their infidelity on the clothing, whether it was her cum or the mess of fluids that flowed so readily from Mythra’s repeatedly-destroyed hole.

They left only three articles behind in the changing room when they finally finished, and those were the clothes that Mythra had entered the boutique with. She would be leaving in the last outfit that Gyrex fucked her in: a thin, nearly see-through black shirt that came perilously close to showing the world the cum he left splattered upon the underside of her titties. Her bone-white jeans rode so low on her hips that unbuttoning them would have been enough to flash the world her disgraced cunt, while refusing to allow her battered ass a moment of peace. Black fuck-me boots completed the package.

There were no other customers in the store. Though she looked uncomfortable, the lone employee treated them professionally at the check-out counter, not looking too closely at what Gyrex claimed to be spilled shampoo on the clothing. “You might want to bring a mop when you go clean up that changing room,” he added with an apologetic smile, adding another week’s worth of pay to his already ample bribe.

“Y-yeah,” she mumbled, refusing to look at Mythra. It was just as well; a vacant smile crossed the Aegis’ fucked mouth ear-to-ear as she gazed up at Gyrex, without interest in the other lady.

Their day had only just begun.