It was Becca's most solemn goal at the moment to give Max absolutely no reason to end their 'date'. It was a classic romantic trope of the new couple, out and about on their first date, being unable to separate themselves from one another. Every time conversation seemed to struggle, she'd put her Akash to good use and give herself time to think of something witty or interesting.
She'd also planned exactly how things would go when they got back to his place: she'd go to the alien ruin virch right alongside him for as long as he was interested. She'd find stuff to be interested in there, and be quiet if she started bothering him, right up until he took a break - at which point, she'd be on him like lightning, kissing and fucking and whatever else he wanted.
That plan went a bit tits up, though, when the pair actually got to his place.
Oh, it started off well enough, grabbing a CC7 cable from his table, plopping her tight ass down on his desk and just casually directing his gaze to her chest again. Every time he leered at her body like that, she felt absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. If he liked her flat chest, that was awesome, as far as she was concerned.
Inside the virch, things continued to go well, with her asking about if the aliens had any exerters, and him explaining it was hard to tell - the extremely fine electronics tended to break with a few centuries of exposure to background radiation - but probably not, given the proliferation of straps and the mag boots on the deceased. Exerters made for good faux-grav if you could afford them, after all. If their civilization had exerters, they probably weren't using any here.
Then - with Max rather distracted by the helmet on his head - the door to the bedroom swung open. A trio of guys in Enforcer getup were there. The local batch of corrupt cops. Becca pretended to be unable to see them, keeping her eyes unfocused on the middle distance. They were armed with their batons, which meant they were here on personal business. Modern police firearms told HQ each and every time they were fired, as well as recording the circumstances. You used batons to beat the shit out of people when you didn't have a good reason - which wasn't uncommon, on Zaun, especially since the Enforcers were based out of Piltover.
"This the prick?" One of them whispered to the next, who nodded. They approached, batons at the ready, trying to creep forward - and Becca activated her Akash before they could close to melee range. Her hand dipped into her jacket, pulling out her holdout pistol, a Koch-77 - small caliber, subsonic rounds, and a silencer, just the size to fit in the palm of her hand.
To her, the movement of retrieving it seemed to be painfully slow, but the men themselves barely had time to register her motion before she snapped the sights to the first of them and pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing his skull on one end but not breaking through the other, probably ricocheting inside his meat brain. It took a tenth of a second for the next round to be chambered, and by then she'd already oriented to the next one, pop. Then the one after that, pop.
The first one hadn't even hit the floor before the third was dead. To her eyes, it felt like it took ten seconds or so for Max to pull the helmet off, having heard what was happening, but it was maybe a second. His jaw just dropped as he saw it - he was a child or in college for the Penultimate War and not even born yet for the Blue Revolution.
"Local Enforcers," she said. Three shots meant the Koch-77 had seven left. She didn't carry extra ammo for the holdout pistol, but thugs with beatsticks were one-shot kills with an Akash. She'd left her Gorilla Arms at home so she was basically a civvie if another EM was around. "Let me clear the place," she added, hopping off the desk while Max just stared at the corpses.
She let time stretch to half speed, spiking to one-tenth each time she opened a new door, weapon in hand. There wasn't anybody else, like she figured, but you gotta be thorough and careful or you'll get iced like those three morons. "You killed them," he said, when she came back.
"They broke into your place and were brandishing weapons. It's called self defense. They weren't here on police business, or they would have had their guns," she told him. He was an innocent little boy, in the end. "Get what you need and let's jet, hon."
"What?"
"I have a go bag, I assume you don't, but sticking around here is dumb as shit. Zaun is tethered to Piltover right now, we can take the tram and then be on a flight out of system within the week. Unless you've got a personal ship?" He didn't seem like the type...
"But..." He looked back at his computer. "I... Becca, this is the... I will probably never have a find as good as this one."
Fuck. He was really dedicated to his work. "You kept saying it might not be what you thought," Becca tried.
"Because I don't want to get ahead of myself out loud!" He took a moment to pause and catch his breath. "It's obviously a whole new civilization, this social organization isn't seen in any known civ, and the level of preservation is crazy! Even if the dating's off by a hundred thousand years, this might be the oldest site ever, and it's mine! This is career making, right out of college, too!" He looked so needy as he looked at her - and then he glanced at the corpses again.
"Their buddies aren't going to care about your archaeology site. We should go. I've got savings, don't worry, we can find some nice place to settle down." There was also the advantage that running away got him away from those other sluts. Plus, she'd be the only gal he knew if they settled in some new system, rather than heading back to Earth where he'd grown up. Loneliness bred intimacy. She reached out with her hand for him. "Come on, Max."
"You said you had the right to shoot them. We can just go to the cops." He was squirming. Verbally, that was.
"Enforcers are the cops. The ones on Zaun are corrupt and work for some mix of Piltover and Silco. Silco's the local gang lord and basically runs this place like an absent father. Your career's not worth your life, Max. Come on."
"It's not about my career! I got into archaeology because of... in Yoke historiography, they call it the Ten Thousand Years of Darkness, but it's just a poetic turn of phrase. If you pick over the ruins, technological civilizations have a half-life of about three hundred years after the development of nukes. It's not just nukes that kill a civilization, though. Grey goo, bioweapons, genocidal interstellar wars, lotus eating, there's no singular cause. As far as we know, every civilization that's ever crawled its way up to atomic weapons has been annihilated, except us and the Final State! We're lucky to have lasted three hundred fifteen years since Hiroshima! This is important work, Becca, I can't just decide to go home."
Listening to him talk... he was energetic. Impassioned. His work clearly meant a lot to him. "Somebody else could do it instead." She didn't want him to die.
"If I leave, then Zaun will be declared a dangerous site, which will push back any future excavations by a decade, at least. I'm a junior researcher, nobody will care about my claims that it's a huge find without more than initial scans. I've barely scratched the surface of what we could get from here."
"You could seriously die doing this," Becca told him. She raised her gun, pointing it at him, finger off the trigger, just to remind him of that fact and provoke his instinctual response. He'd only realized there were other people here to kill him after they were already dead. "They came here for you. Heard one of them whisper to the other 'This the prick?' They could kill you, just like this." He was steely eyed and serious as he stared down at her - then his eyes flicked up to the door with a small note of panic on his face. He didn't even have time to form a word before she activated her Akash, spinning around to face the potential intruder.
There wasn't anyone there. The door was closed. Was it opening and she just couldn't tell? Jammed and jerking? She let time reach up to half-speed on her Akash, gun pointed right at the door - and a half-second later she felt Max's hand on her hair. He yanked her back and up with one hand, simultaneously kicking out the foot that managed to remain on the floor. A Keter Type-12 may have had better endurance, durability, and lift than a meat body, but it weighed only marginally more. She jacked up her Akash again, but that just meant she watched in slow motion as his hand managed to snap around her wrist - of the hand holding her gun - before she could get it away. He yanked her up by arm, and he had a clean 46cm (18") on her. A half-second later, played out in slow motion, her legs dangled over the floor helplessly. She could've kicked out, but...
Honestly, it was the hottest thing a guy had ever done to her. Well, no, that was the way he'd fucked her senseless. It was the hottest thing other than that, though. She'd thought of him as a sweet little cherry boy, but he'd just shown her he was a badass too. He held her up in the air, face to face. If she'd had another holdout gun, she probably would've pointed it at him out of principle, but... "I want to be clear, Max," she told him. "If you choose to stay on Zaun, there's a very high chance that these guys' friends will find and kill you. Is this really, truly, that important to you?"
He took a second to respond. Not because he was hesitating, but just to demonstrate he was digesting what she'd asked sincerely. "Yes. It's that important to me."
"Okay. Put me down, I want to help." He put her down, though there was still some suspicion in his gaze, but she just stuck her holdout back in her jacket. "Right. We'll want to get rid of the bodies. Luckily, none of the shots went through, or the steam clean would be a pain in the ass. You'll want a thorough clean of your room, or there'll be eDNA left behind," she said. "Luckily, you just moved in, so that won't be too suspicious."
Fucking corpses. How long had it been since she had to actually clean one up?
* * *
Olivia watched the screen. It was her own private feed, at this point - she'd set the cameras to scrub memory while she watched. She couldn't see inside the room, and she couldn't even see the hallway outside (stupid "privacy" bullshit), but she wanted to know when the guys did the deed.
The green-haired girl was leaving, which meant that they'd probably come out now and beat the tar out of the asshole who'd cucked her. She'd convinced one of them that this guy had fucked his girlfriend, which had seemed like the perfect thing to frame him for. If Vivi heard about it, she'd just assume it had nothing to do with Olivia, since they both knew that this blonde hijo de puta fucked other people's girls (because he'd fucked Vivi, who was Olivia's girl). There'd be harmony in paradise and peace in Olivia's heart.
There wasn't any sign of the guy getting beaten up coming through the feed, though. No victorious backslapping from the Enforcers.
Ten minutes or so later, greenie came back with a huge backpack slung over her shoulders. It looked too big on her petite frame, but Olivia had the feeling she could guess at what was in it. As time wore on and there was still no sign of the trio, the conclusion became inescapable.
He'd killed them.
She popped her lips a few times, considering it, leg bouncing with anxious energy. The cabrón thought he'd outdone her? He thought he could just get out of this with a little violence? The hijo de puta had fucked her girl. Her girl. They'd been together for decades and this pendejo had come along and stuffed his dick in her and made her squeal.
No way was she letting him just get away with it.
Silco worked together with the Enforcers. Part of working together was making sure that none of them disappeared without a trace, no?
Olivia shot him a message, enough that he'd send some people down to check it out, not so much that it would be obvious that she had some personal role in things. From there, well... it was la madre que te parió's problem that he wouldn't just take a well-deserved beating and was now in for so much worse.
There wasn't going to be any coming back from this for him, but she wanted an alibi with her Vivi - her cute little puta wouldn't approve, but she didn't need to know, either. She set it up so the cameras' lack of memory looked like a malfunction and deleted all the relevant files from her computer.
She let out a sigh of relief at having finished all that, and switched her computer over to some porn - she had a huge trove of the stuff, given that Zaun didn't exactly have an internet connection and Vivi was the sort of girl who liked creativity in the bedroom. The video she picked out was a threesome with two Vivis worshiping their mistress's feet, but really, she was looking for fun ideas for things to do with Vivi.
She felt a little guilty. Just un poco. And only because Vivi'd be pissed about her doing it, and feel all betrayed about her using the info that Vivi had honestly given up to go on a revenge kick, and...
Oh, there was a fun idea. The Vivis' mistress had forced them into an ouroboros of sucking on each other's toes. Vivi was a flexible girl, she could suck on her own toes. Olivia rolled her chair back and went back to the bedroom, where her Vivi was still tied up, and took hold of her ankle. "Suck on this, puta," she ordered, as she stuffed her favorite girl's foot into her mouth.
* * *
Jinx had her goggles on, and that meant walking down the street was a great time to blast some giant stuffed animal monsters. Oh, a stuffed rabbit with big gleaming ceramic teeth that was ten feet tall? Bad news Mr. Rabbit: she'd unlocked the chain gun just two kills ago. "Budda budda budda," she said as she mimed out shooting it, stuffing flying out of the critter's body.
A ping paused the action.
Incoming Caller: Silco
She sighed and pulled the goggles off, stuffed monster corpses vanishing from sight, the normal ebb and flow of people returning. "Yo, wazzuuuup," she said to the old man as she answered the call.
"There's something I need you to check on. Don't make too much of a mess."
"Me? Messy?" Jinx asked, a grin splitting her features.
He went on like he hadn't heard her. "Room 94 of Forward Alcove. Make sure there aren't any dead Enforcers in there."
"Gotcha, boss," she said, saluting the air as she hung up. She pulled back on her goggles, and got back to work killing all manner of monsters, though now she was skipping and hopping her way past their attacks as she made her way to Forward Alcove. That was mostly new arrivals and visitors, since it was close to the docks and the tether.
She stopped whistling when she came to the hall where Room 90-99 branched off, falling quiet as she took back off her goggles, pulling out her gun and stepping forward towards Room 94. When she arrived at the door, she knocked rapidly. "Yo, room service!" She yelled out, gun held against the door.
"Uh, we don't need any," called out a male voice a couple seconds later. He sounded familiar, buuut she couldn't put her finger on why, so who gave a shit.
"Lo siento, open the door, por favor," she said.
"We don't need room service. I just moved in. Move on."
Hmm. The guy really was not interested in opening the door. She stepped away from it, heading back down the hall - luckily, it was a dead ender other than the one entrance - and went to the front desk. "Yo, I need a master keycard."
"No you don..." the man at the front desk started, his eyes widening as the gun pointed right into his face.
"Yes, I do. Silco sent me. Capiche?" He nodded rapidly, staring right down the barrel, and she lowered the gun. "Master keycard?" She held out one hand. Soon enough, a crisp little black card was in her hand, and she was headed right back to Room 94, dead silent on her feet as she clicked it into the door. It swung open immediately.
Inside the room were a couple familiar faces. That green haired bitch (Becca), and the hot stuff monstercock man (Max). Her fuckbuddies from last night.
Oh, and there was an Enforcer corpse that Becca was carrying out of the main office. She'd replaced her arms with big, robot arms, one red and the other blue, and had the guy in her grasp. She had her gun out before Becca could even drop the guy's corpse. "Wow. Play hard, work hard, I guess," she said with a grin. Becca moved slightly. "This gun's got explosive rounds, they'll pop-pop your skull and your torso next. Your black box won't save you if I start firing." Becca went still again.
"They broke in!" Max said. "They were going to attack me, it was self-defense," he argued.
She peered at him closely, though she kept her gun trained on Becca. She probably had a nice EM chip with good speed. He was sweating bullets (figuratively), but he seemed honest. She glanced at the corpse, wondering if maybe she could recognize the guy. He had a bonus hole in his head, one of his eyes having erupted in a plume of gore.
Oh, yeah. This guy was a shithead. One time, she'd seen him yell at a waitress. Death was too good. "I believe you," Jinx said, stuffing her gun back into her waistband. Silco had said Make sure there aren't any dead Enforcers, sooo... "Want some help getting rid of the bodies?"
* * *
Jinx casually tossed the master keycard over at the front desk clerk. "Here you go, Oscar," she declared, as he desperately grabbed at the keycard from the air.
"My name's not-" He caught himself, glancing up at her. "Am I going to get in trouble for this?"
"Nah, the occupant of Room 94 turned out to be a good friend of mine," she told him, shooting him fingerguns - and in the process popping the three stuffed tiger monsters that had tried using him as a human shield. "You worry too much, that's not a very Oscar-ly trait. I may have to demote you to Tony."
He just gave her a confused look.
"You should watch Zoo Crew. Toodles!" She waved at him, hopping onto an imaginary hoverboard and skating along as stuffed giant fish attacked her, while actually walking forward back to Room 94. She knocked on the door, pulling her goggles off. "Yo! The bad bitch is back!"
Max opened the door then, wearing this cute sheepish grin that reminded her of why she had first branded him as Sammy. She slid inside a moment later. "You're... um... thanks for the help?" He tried.
"Anything for a friend, Max," she said, as he closed and locked the door. "Soooo... just moved in and already killing Enforcers, huh? You'll fit right in."
"They broke in here! I don't even know why, I'm just a boring archaeologist!"
"Maybe one of 'em was fuckin' that Vivi," Jinx suggested. "Vivis are rarely single, you know. Low standards, lots of kinks, and a big heart means she's either a hooker or a sex slave, and I don't remember her asking for money."
"She's probably right," Becca said, though she sounded annoyed to say it. As in, annoyed to admit that Jinx was right, not annoyed to admit that Max was probably cucking some dude when he banged Vivi.
"You really think so? She did give me her number," Max said, taking out his phone like the dope was about to call the Vivi.
"Don't call her, idiot!" Becca said, smacking the phone out of Max's hand - he managed to catch it in the air, though, in an impressive feat of agility. "If that was her boyfriend, she'll obviously figure out that you killed him!" She paused for a fraction of a second. "In fact, you should probably just delete her number, just in case."
It was so comically transparent that it wasn't even worth laughing at. "Really? He should delete her number? Then she would be suspicious when she calls him to ask if he knows where her boyfriend is, because he won't recognize her number, but they traded numbers. Duh."
"I just wanted to study the site!" Max yelled the words out like they'd somehow free him from this situation.
He really was a Sammy. "Well, you banged four girls instead. It was like six hours ago."
"It was ten," Becca said, like that mattered. "Look, thanks for helping with the bodies. You can go now."
"I could have gone a while ago," Jinx countered. "But, it's not like I have anywhere to be, and..." She stepped up to Max, pushing her tits into his chest to emphasize her words. He was so tall they were practically rubbing at his belly button. "There's a really hot guy here, with a huuuuge cock, who might just owe me a favor?" She said, reaching down with her hand for his pants. He was only at half-mast, probably because of the stress. "Who I know for a fact likes seeing two pretty girls sucking on his dick?" She suggested, fluttering her eyelashes up at him, and she could feel his length start to fully harden.
He gulped at that, glancing over at Becca. "Do you want to...?"
"I thought you weren't going to be in the mood, Max. I mean, we did just dispose of three corpses." She idly stretched her arms - they were still the big mechanical pair, not her normal, more petite set. "Also I'm not wearing my sexy arms."
"Then get changed, duh," Jinx said.
Obviously, Becca wanted to be Max's one and only. Equally obviously, Max had known her for less than a day and thus was not ready to commit to an exclusive relationship. Jinx was competition in Becca's eyes - but competition willing to enjoy a good threeway, which meant that Becca was stuck going to swap out her arms so they could suck that amazing cock together.
"This is kinda fucked up," Max said. "Is it really okay?"
Jinx shrugged. "People have been fuckin' and killin' since before there were people."
"We just got done disposing of the bodies."
"No, we got done disposing of the bodies, then got completely, one hundred percent clean with some nice long showers," Jinx reminded him. "So it's got to have been, like, at least thirty minutes. And, clean. No corpses. Put them out of your mind. They're off burning in Hell or whatever."
"I'm an atheist."
"Then their physical matter is being converted into useful raw material as we speak," she said. "Their brainscans have to be backed up somewhere, so they'll be back soon enough anyway. Becca's an EM, she'd know."
"I'm not the same Becca who died," Becca said, having come back with her normal arms - and Jinx took advantage of Max's momentary distraction to plop to her knees, yanking his pants down, his big, huge, fat, veiny masculine cock bobbing out into the air. She grasped it near the base and took a nice long sniff of the thing, the scent seeming to clog up her brain. It was such a wonderful, cloying thing, and she leaned in towards it, tongue flicking out to taste his cockhead, the dribble of precum hitting her hard. Her pussy practically begged for his cock to plunge into it and knock her up, her womb feeling hungry for cum.
He just grabbed her by the braids, though, and stuffed his cock right into her mouth. She quivered as it slid down her throat, its passage going down smooth as butter, the taste of it on her tongue truly intense. She just shivered and looked up at him, feeling truly at peace with that big, hard cock rammed directly down her throat balls deep. He shaved himself pretty good, too, it seemed like, because there wasn't any pubic hair in her nose or on her tongue as she got held down there. His hips casually bucked at her face, an act of pure male dominance, and her clit throbbed at the harsh treatment.
Becca wanted in, but his cock was lodged down Jinx's throat, so she was forced to instead start tonguing his balls. She could hear the little needy moans that Becca was throwing into the act, her noisy slurps and licks clearly intended to convince Max to fuck her throat next. "You taste so good, Max," Becca said, showing off that annoying EM ability to talk while sucking dick that Jinx, being classic meat-and-bone human, couldn't mimic.
Max yanked her off his cock unceremoniously, and by the look on his face, it wasn't that Jinx had done bad - but Becca snapped into position to just slurp his cock down to the base, moaning in delight as she did so, mashing her face right into his pelvis hungrily. "Nng, fuck," he breathed out, letting go of her braids to instead plant one hand on the back of Becca's head, starting to just brutally pump his hips into the other girl's face. Jinx's pussy was begging for that fat dick to treat her just the same way, her higher thoughts declining as that singular reality bounced around the inside of her skull. "Sorry, was I too rough with your face? I should have asked first."
Jinx just blinked a few times, glancing up at him in momentary confusion as her brain restarted now that there wasn't a dick down her throat. "Oh!" Right. Sammy. "No, it felt great, Max. Fuck my face with your big, fat, bitchbreaker cock. Go for it."
On cue, Max yanked Becca up off his dick, earning a whine from the girl in question, her tongue lolling out, nonverbally begging for his dick like a needy whore, and Max just shoved his dick right down Jinx's throat instead. The sudden filling of her throat felt absolutely fantastic, and she just moaned around his dick, her pussy on fire. He casually grabbed her under the shoulders, then, hefting her partially up off the ground and carrying her along, his dick remaining firmly lodged in her throat as he moved her around, taking her to the bed, corkscrewing her on his cock so that her head dangled off the edge.
Only then did he pull out of her mouth, his cock teasing in front of her face, just an inch away, and she wriggled on the bed to try to get closer. "Take off your clothes, Jinx," he ordered her, and immediately she set to work worming her way out of her pants, peeling away her sopping wet panties a moment later. When Becca showed up, he just grabbed her by one ponytail, manhandling her trivially onto her back on the bed, right next to Jinx. "You too, Becca. I want you both naked," he explained, grabbing the base of his shirt and just yanking it off, revealing a truly gorgeous body to open air.
Jinx's pussy pleaded with her, and she gave in. "Please, fuck my needy cunt, big boy, stuff me full of that fat cock all over again, I want to feel it spray out cum and knock me up," she said, her voice full of a genuine mania for it.
He just slapped his cock against her features, smearing it around all over her face. "You're the one who was suggesting a double blowjob," he told her, rubbing his dick around. His scent seemed to run from her nostrils right up into her brain, slithering around and begging for cock to be stuffed into one of her face holes - mouth, nose, ears, wherever would be good. "Are you taking it back so soon?" He slapped her face casually with his dick to emphasize the question, and she just shuddered at the treatment. "I didn't think so," he said, shoving his dick right down her throat again, cutting off her ability to talk.
Becca whimpered from the sidelines, and he just stuffed his fingers into her mouth, playing with her tongue right next to Jinx. Holy hell, what a man, her brain offered up as she saw him just casually toy with the other girl's tongue. Becca had gone from whining to happily moaning as he played with the inside of her mouth like that, fingers crawling along, and Jinx herself just gobbled hungrily on his dick.
He used his hold on the pair to slowly move them together until they were cheek-to-cheek. Then he just casually pulled out of Jinx's throat and thrust right into Becca's, making it swell as he laid claim to another fresh hole. Her throat bulged with his fat cock, and on instinct, Jinx shifted up on the bed, kissing at his dick through the other girl's neck. She could feel the way it throbbed and twitched in response. "That's a good girl," he said. "Yeah. Just like that. Kiss Becca's neck you blueberry bimbo!" He planted his hand on the back of Jinx's head, holding her in place as he roared out that insulting line.
She remembered Becca calling her that and it pissing her the fuck off, but when Max said it, it felt so natural and right. Before his godly cock, she was just a blueberry bimbo. She moaned softly into Becca's neck in response, letting him manhandle her like that, her pussy pleading with her to please convince this god of a man to please fuck up her blueberry bimbo cunt and spray out some hot cum to make her a mother. She sucked all the harder on Becca's bare flesh as he started to just fuck Becca's face.
"Yeah, that's it. This is it. Okay. Good girl, Jinx," he said, though he kept her firmly in place as he spoke, his balls smacking noisily into Becca's nostril, the EM girl just quivering in overwhelming arousal as she got fucked like that. "If you say- if you say, you're a dumb little blueberry bimbo, then I'll fuck your pussy," he declared, yanking her up and off Becca's throat by the braid.
There wasn't a moment's hesitation on Jinx's part. With a cock like that, she'd kill to get fucked and bred by it, much less give a little bit of self-degrading dirty talk. "I'm a dumb little blueberry bimbo!" He thumped her backwards onto the bed and stuffed his cock inside her, making her squeal in ecstasy as he rammed in, her stomach bulging from his sheer size, her brain whiting out as pleasure overtook her. He started just pounding away, grabbing her thighs as he fucked her pussy like a wild man, going absolutely crazy on her cunt. Once she recovered, Becca started kissing at the bulge in her stomach on each thrust, clearly wanting to earn his approval, but Jinx didn't care.
She wanted his approval too.
"I'm a stupid little blueberry bimbo," she said, her voice warbling from the sheer force of his thrusts, the mattress squeaking beneath her. "I'm a horny blueberry bimbo. I love your fat cock in my mouth, cunt, ass, anywhere you want to stuff it, that's what I like best. I study chemistry and engineering in my free time, but your cock is so much better! Just fuck me, fuck me-!" She squealed as another orgasm hit her, and his hands just casually groped her tits, fingers sinking in roughly as she railed away.
"I'm your blowjob machine, Max, you can fuck my throat whenever and however hard you want," Becca said, kissing at Jinx's stomach with some amount of jealousy and need in her voice. "You don't have to worry about slamming my head into a wall like you would with this blueberry bimbo-" Jinx's pussy tightened up at that, but she couldn't actually complain, being busy coming her brains out and not wanting to make Max pull out of her, "-so you can just fuck my throat all day. Every day, if you want. We never have to stop. I can suck your dick while you work, get you off as you study, aaaaah," she said, her mouth opening wide, and Jinx could hear her tongue flapping about.
Max pulled out of her cunt, and Jinx whined incoherently, a pure animalistic need and desire filling her empty cunt. He hadn't come inside her! She wanted to feel that thick sludge of cum rain down on her womb and overcome her birth control! He stuffed his cock in past Becca's throat, then pulled back out of her mouth and stuck it into Jinx's cunt once more. She immediately came. "Fuh, fuck, fuck my, blueberry bimbo, cunt, knock me up, breed me, some smarter, babies," she managed to get out in the midst of her orgasm, desperate to earn more of his cock.
"Yeah, that's right!" His hands gripped her tits all the tighter, fingers digging into the flesh, and her eyes rolled around. "I'm going to use you as a baby incubator, and Becca as a blowjob machine! That's how it'll be! Say it, both of you!" His voice resounded in her ears.
"I'll be, a baby incubator, for your cock," she managed to gulp out in between thrusts.
"I'll be a blowjob machine, just give me your cock, Max, let me suck and taste it again-!" He pulled out of Jinx once more, stuffing his fat cock into Becca's eager mouth. "Thank you, thank you for fucking my oral toy throat, that's what it's for, it's not for eating or talking, it's for sucking dick," she explained, her speaking delirious and energetic - then he pulled out of her mouth and stuffed it back into Jinx's pussy.
"No fighting over me, you two! You're both things that exist to get me off, got it?!" Jinx nodded deliriously, biting her lip and moaning as she came again. "Got it, Becca?"
"Yes! I'm a machine for getting you off, Master!" Becca offered. To Jinx, it felt obvious the bitch was just trying to get his cock, but it worked, because he pulled out of Jinx to stuff his dick into her throat.
"Breed me, I want to get your cum, I want to have your babies, breed me," she said, deliriously, the words so utterly sincere that she forgot to lace them with the kind of dirty talk he'd just been engaged in. By the way that he shoved his dick right into her cunt and started pounding away all the harder, his cock ramming at her pussy.
"This is what your body was made for, you blueberry bimbo!" He roared out the words and just came, soaking her insides with floods of white seed, her brain stuttering as he came and came. The feeling of each and every swimmer, desperately fighting a losing battle against her birth control, made her shudder in pure bliss, as she imagined that just one - just one - could get past her defenses, his pure virile masculinity overcoming modern science and knocking her up with identical quintuplets thanks to his sheer virility.
When he finished coming, he stuffed his dick back into Becca's mouth for a bit, the other girl noisily slobbering and licking at his cock, his hand casually reaching over for her cunt, stimulating her to an orgasm within a few seconds.
Then he stuck his cock right back into her pussy, his earlier cum sloshing around, and she was begging for a second load soon enough, her brain suggesting that another load might break past and really knock her up. As stupid a concept as it was, it was also obscenely, insanely hot to her in the moment.
* * *
Jinx was stuffed up against Max's naked body, the man - and he was a man, no doubt about that - holding her and Becca on either side of him. Her cunt had been well and truly flooded with his cum, and the scent of him filled her nostrils pleasantly. They were all naked, and it felt so right, so natural, to cuddle up with a man like this. It wasn't just the sex that was amazing with Max, it was the post-coital cuddling too. She'd missed out on it during their wakeup fucking, but she didn't want to miss out again.
"Bringgg, bringgg. Incoming Caller: Silco." The noise in her ear was inaudible to the others, probably, but loud to her.
Normally, she'd just reach up and tap her ear to confirm the call, but she didn't want to pull her arms away from the gorgeous hunk of man-meat they were clinging to. "Accept call," she said aloud instead. Silco would probably get worried if she didn't answer, and maybe think she was dead or something, and then send some guys to deal with it, and that'd make it harder to fuck Max some more, so it was bad.
"Jinx. You haven't reported back yet. Are you alright?"
He was practically begging her to use a code between the two of them to confirm she was in danger. Instead, though, she spoke. "Oh, sorry, Silco," she said. "Got busy. Nah, there's no dead Enforcers in Room 94." She yawned, nuzzling her cheek into Max's chest. "Bye. End call."
Hey, it wasn't like she was lying to the old man.
There weren't any dead Enforcers in Room 94.