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Chaotic Clusterfuck

Chapter 43 (NSFW)

-VB-

I think I seduced Taylor without even meaning to. 

Maybe it had to do with the fact that I ended up doing a lot of bedroom shenanigans while she was within range to “peek,” so to speak. 

Or the times when she “accidentally” walked in on us when we were in range of her detection. 

“So,” I began after getting cleaned up. “This is the third time, Swarm.”

I wanted to call her out by her real name instead of her cape name, but I didn’t want to spook her too much. No, we operated with a veneer of “cape politeness” and I think it might remain that way for some time. 

Taylor looked away. Sure, she might have her costume on, but that didn’t change the fact that I could almost see her feelings radiating off of her. 

At this point, I had way too much power from numerous classes spread across my clones. Though I could not see, they could see what they saw through my eyes and then I would see what they saw through their perception, though it was a little bit more muted than before. 

“Sorry.”

I stood up and walked around the table where, just a few minutes ago, I had Emma bent over and screaming my name. And though the top had been cleaned off, her juice staining the carpet below hadn’t been cleaned yet. 

And once I walked around the table, I stood behind where Taylor sat and slowly but firmly rested my hands down on her shoulders and then leaned down.

She tensed. 

“I might have accepted that excuse the first and second time, Taylor…. But I don’t think I will this time,” I whispered into her ear. “I think, Swarm… you want some of it.”

Her tense shoulders got even stiffer. 

“You know, I tried to keep this a professional relationship,” I drawled as my hands slid down her arms before finally grasping her hands in mine. 

At first, her fingers and hands twitched… but finally, curled her fingers around mine. 

“But I don’t think I can keep it that way any longer, not when you are so clearly expressing how much you want it. Don’t you think, Swarm?”

She didn’t say anything. 

Hmm, I didn’t like that. I liked my women chatty. 

“Or we could call it all off,” I whispered disappointedly. “End the contract. Call if off amicably if coolly.”

“N-No.”

“Hmm?”

“... I don’t want to end it.”

“... Then what do you want, Taylor?”

She stiffened but she didn’t bolt away or lash out. 

Instead, she sat there… fidgeting. 

“D-Did you do it on purpose?”

“Hmm?”

“Bringing Emma to the office. F-Fucking her when I was around.”

“... Do you want me to be honest?”

“... Yes.”

I let go of her hands and slid around to hold her waist from behind. 

“I fuck her everywhere, Taylor,” I whispered. “In bed. In the kitchen. She’s my little slut,” I whispered almost too quietly into her ear. She shivered in anticipation. Perhaps, was she imagining it? “When she’s not out with her ‘friends’ and ‘associates,’ then she’s getting her pussy spread with my dick. And you watched it all, didn’t you?” I asked with a chuckle. “Watching the girl who fucked you over getting fucked.” I paused. “Did you enjoy it?” Another pause. “Do you want it?”

“... Yes.”

Her frank, if quiet, admission took me by surprise. 

My hands slid up her sides and then… cupped her small tits.

“Are you sure?” 

“... Yes.”

I let go of her. 

She stiffened in surprise … but I saw her shoulders relaxing just a little when she heard the click of my office door locking. 

I walked back over to her and pulled her up and out of her seat. She squeaked before I turned her around and placed her on the edge of my desk. Then with me swift pull, I grabbed the edge of her mask and ripped it off of her head. 

She instinctively tried to shield her face but I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. She looked up at me with wide oh-so-vulnerable eyes. 

And though she was my height when standing, she was a head shorter than me when she had her ass on the desk. Oh yes, Taylor had a lot of her height in her legs. 

“I’ll ask you one final time, Taylor,” I whispered. “Because once I have a taste of you, I’m not going to stop it. I’m greedy and lustful and you know it,” I hissed. She shuddered in my arms. 

“... Yes,” she whispered.

I grabbed her chin and kissed her. 

She moaned and whimpered as my other hand roamed about her body, groping her tits and then cupping her ass. And damn, she had a fantastic ass. 

Our kiss lasted a while before I pulled back. Her eyes opened and looked up at me. 

Fear. Lust. Need.

I wondered what she saw in my eyes. 

Instead of pondering on that, I dug in.

I leaned down and kissed her neck, and she shuddered as my hands grabbed, slid, and pulled. 

Her costume started to come off. 

She panted, her hips buckling with inexperience, and soon, she was grinding her naked crotch against my still clothed one. 

“Please…!” she whimpered when the last of her costume came off, and I had her fully naked on my desk. 

She was the picture of athletic beauty. Toned muscles everywhere, flat stomach, tits just big enough to hold but not big enough to grasp. 

“Is this your first time?” I asked her.

“Yes!” she hissed with tears in her eyes before looking away. 

I pulled her chin back forward and kissed her again.

She moaned before gasping when she heard my belt buckle clattering and then my pants sliding down. 

And then froze when she felt the shaft of my dick pressing against her pussy. 

I broke the kiss and looked down at her. 

She looked up at me briefly before she looked down.

She spotted my dick and gulped. 

I pulled her legs apart before lining myself up.

Then pushed in before she could protest or ask me to stop. 

She mewled and threw her head back as she felt my dick spreading her apart… and to my surprise, I didn’t see any blood. 

Probably because this athletic girl underneath me already tore hers from just exercising like crazy. Hell, I knew her schedule, too. She ran two hours every morning!

Maybe that was why, but her pussy was tight. Tighter than Emma’s and definitely warm and wet. 

I groaned as I pushed myself completely up to the hilt and slowly pulled back out. 

Taylor’s hands reached up and over her head to grasp the edge of the desk as I slowly slid in and out of her, and she looked up at me while biting her lips. 

“You are sexy,” I told her bluntly, and that made her even tighter than before. Fuck! 

My hips put in the work as our skins clapped loudly and cleanly at first, but the more I slid in and out of her, the wetter the sound became. 

Taylor moaned and groaned as I pumped her with long, full strokes, and then she finally came without even giving a prior indication! She froze up and shuddered as she experienced her first orgasm with a dick, and almost collapsed fully. Her pussy gripped my dick even as I kept sliding in and out, and at times, it felt like I was breaking through two walls of muscles with how tight it was. But it was more than that. Her pussy didn't just grip; it milked. Her pussy couldn’t be tighter because she exercised… could it? 

But I kept going and -.

Her eyes widened in surprise when I plugged myself inside of her fully and came, too. Her body jerked and shuddered underneath me before finally she was left panting. 

I panted, too. 

That felt way more intense than it had any right to.

She looked up at me. 

“Y-You came in me.”

“I know,” I smirked. “I did say that I’m greedy, didn’t I?” 

She bit her lips and looked away. 

“What now?”

“Now? We’re going to get maybe five minutes of rest before we go back to fucking each other.”

“... eh?”