Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 101: Counterspell
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I was woken up from my sleep by my phone going off; I had one of Nora's bodies atop me, but it was easy to just roll her off, clambering out of bed and eventually finding my phone in my pants pocket. Luckily, superspeed meant I got there before it finished ringing.

"Roger, hiii," Vanessa said. "I think I figured out what went wrong with the spell, it should be a super easy fix. Where are you? I need you and the clones around to get you guys to merge."

"Ah, I'm at Nora's. My clones... pretty sure they're back at my place? One with Xico, one with Kate."

"Got it," Vanessa said. "Where do you want to meet?"

I was currently naked and lightly sweat-soaked and would definitely have liked to cuddle up with Nora - but the clones were actually me, and I had superspeed, while they didn't. "I'll head back to my apartment. See you there."

One of the Nora's arrived at that point, her casual dress - tank top and baggy pants - somehow still making my bare cock twitch in the air. She glanced at it longingly. "You are leaving, Roger?"

"Yeah, I've got to get this whole 'bunch of magic clones' thing worked out," I explained, as I started gathering my clothes from the floor.

"I'll come with you, as making sure that you are healthy and well is important to me," she declared.

"I'm going to be using my superspeed to get there faster," I told her, which made her lips purse. Her cool expression still betrayed she wasn't happy about that statement. "You can send one of your nearby bodies there - I'm just headed to the apartments."

"Ah, I see," she said, smiling lightly. "Since I have an apartment, I have a body nearby, which I will have wait for you."

"Not there?" I asked, as I pulled on my shirt.

"The body that was having sex with Kate was being very loud and inconsiderate," Nora explained succinctly.

"Oh. Sorry it bothered you," I said. I wasn't that apologetic - after all, if I wanted to be loud having sex, it was my body - but you say you're sorry when you make someone else feel bad, whether or not you meant to, whether or not you had the 'right' to. Especially when that someone was a woman you were sleeping with.

"It is fine. I simply left the apartment and went on a walk. The body has already left the bookstore she was perusing for something worth reading," Nora explained. "According to the Maps App, the time to reach your apartment by walking for her, is significantly less than 10% of the time it would take to reach there from here, so you can leave at any time and meet me there."

"Got it," I said, pulling on my shoes. "See you in a bit, then," I said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek - which prompted another happy smile from Nora.

"Yes. See you soon, Roger," she said, leaning forward, lips puckered, and going for my lips instead of my cheek - but keeping it to a chaste kiss.

* * *

Nora waited patiently in the hallway outside of Roger's apartment. Vanessa, whose magical error had allowed her to have extra exclusive lovey-dovey one-on-one time with Roger without Xico interrupting, had yet to arrive. Xico and "her" Roger were in Roger's room, which meant Nora did not want to be in the room with them, as "her" Roger was clearly super affectionate and cuddly with Xico. Nora tried to remind herself that it was not the "real" Roger, and thus she had no reason to feel jealous, but she liked Roger very much, and seeing him treat Xico with such affection definitely made her feel jealous.

It was not that she was angry, per se, that Roger was with Xico, as if Roger had broken up with her and dated Xico, she would have been sad (because Roger was no longer her lover), but she would have been happy for Xico. Rather, it was jealousy, that the person she liked and was in a relationship with wanted to spend lots of lovey-dovey time with someone else. She wanted Roger to feel similarly to her: she would prefer all her lovey-dovey time spent exclusively with Roger. This included both sexual and nonsexual romantic activity, such as playing with one another's hair, lap pillows, cuddles, and so forth.

The real Roger arrived at that point, appearing to almost teleport out of the staircase. Since she was now in a new body, she was aware that he had worked up quite a sweat during their earlier sex, since he stank. However, it was a pleasant stink, because it was his sweat mixed with her own, a distinctive aroma that reminded her of the fun time they had spent having sex earlier. "Hey," he said.

"Hello, Roger. Vanessa has not yet arrived."

"Got it," he said, glancing at the door to his own room for a moment before deciding to lean against the wall instead. "I'll just be glad this is over."

Nora did not think she agreed.

While she understood that it was probably unhealthy in some way for Roger to have clones of himself that were permanently separated, she liked the fact that he had extra bodies to distract Xico and Kate, who were - she was reasonably certain - the two girls closest to his heart, emotionally. While the newspapers had claimed he had an affair with Mira, Nora believed that was a purely sexual, or 'sex friend' type arrangement, whereas Roger was much more conventionally/romantically affectionate with Xico and Kate, which Nora did not like.

Instead of saying that, she simply nodded. After a moment, however, she realized that was a lie, since she would not herself be glad this is over. While the nod could be taken merely as acknowledgement that she'd heard him, it was probably deceptive. "I think I would rather that you continue to have clones, as then I could monopolize you while the clones go do other things I do not have to think about," she explained.

He simply blinked at that. There was a long silence, but she did not think it was awkward, as she was reasonably close to Roger so the two of them could simply be silent and it would be comfortable.

The silence was broken, not by Roger speaking, but by a loud noise from the alternate universe Kate's room: "OINK! OINK OINK OINK!" She was obviously having sex and being forced to make loud, humiliating noises. "I'm a good little fuckpig for my master! Thank you for using my loose pussy! OINK!"

Nora had found she did not feel as jealous of Kate as she did of Xico (or, indeed, any of Roger's other sex partners), specifically because she would say pathetic things like that. She knew Roger had some 'dominant' and even 'sadistic' tendencies, and while she was willing to go along with them in some ways, she would very much not enjoy talking about how loose her pussy was. (Also, Roger made it clear that her pussy was in fact 'tight', which was very nice to hear him say, particularly given that he had enough previous sexual partners to say so with a reasonable degree of confidence.) Additionally, of course, the fact that Kate was almost literally screaming that she was inferior to Nora, helped Nora not feel jealous about her in particular.

Roger's response to Kate's loud, humiliating words was to wear a strange expression, then clear his throat. "Sorry about that. He must have been at it for quite a while, I wouldn't make her so loud normally," Roger explained, to which Nora simply nodded.

"OINK OINK OINK! Thank you! Thank you for fucking this pathetic fuckpig, Master! Fuckpig promises to be a good fuckpig for Master! OINK!"

"Can you shut the fuck up?" Came a yell from Roger's normal room, where Xico and that clone were.

"Oh God, they're fighting," Roger said. "I don't think I'm like that."

"Yes. You are quite conflict averse," Nora agreed, "which is one of the things that I like about you."

"Thanks," Roger said, smiling at her. "While we're trading compliments, I like how honest you always are."

Nora smiled herself at that comment - then she had a realization. Xico was also very honest, since she had been raised on a compound with other half-taliké and taliké, and thus was used to speaking to people who could read her mind, and thus was always honest, since there would be no point in lying. Perhaps Roger's 'type' was honest girls? He may also have been into blondes... however, he had many partners who were not blondes, and that sort of superficial trait is unlikely to function as a selector in a long-term relationship.

Kate did feel somewhat 'dishonest' in how she expressed her feelings. Whether or not she genuinely thought that her pussy was loose, she was very meek about publicly expressing her dominant/submissive relationship with Roger. On the other hand, Gillian was very straightforward about expressing those things, and Roger did not seem overly interested in her; certainly, less than Kate.

He did seem to have a preference for superheroines, but that may have been for any of a variety of personality traits generally common among superheroines (e.g. prosociality, conscientiousness), or merely because he worked with them.

She attempted to mentally sort Roger's sex partners by their level of honesty, but - beyond her and Xico both being highly honest, and also having a high degree of closeness to Roger - she did not notice any strong pattern there. Mira, Kate, and Stitch were fairly regular partners, and not unusually honest. Bup was unusually honest, and did live with Roger, but it seemed more like he took pity on her than anything else...

"That wasn't sarcastic or anything," Roger said, drawing her back to reality. Nora just blinked repeatedly in response to that statement. "You, uh, went off in your head. I wasn't being sarcastic about it."

"Oh. No, I was wondering if your 'type' was honest girls, since both Xico and I are unusually honest," she explained.

"I don't really think about my 'type' that much," Roger explained. "I guess I like hot girls."

Nora nodded. Physical attractiveness was a reasonable, and common, preference in partners, and she would probably not have initially become interested in Roger if he had been unattractive. Albeit, now that she was interested in Roger, she probably would still be attracted to him if he was somehow cursed to be unattractive. "I also like hot men."

Roger snorted, but smiled at that - and then they were interrupted by the arrival of Vanessa, who huffed and puffed as she came up the stairs.

Vanessa was not particularly in shape, which would normally be inappropriate for a superheroine, but as Vanessa was magically inclined, it was considered acceptable. "Sorry, the bus was a little late," she huffed out, as she waddled over to Roger, swaying a bit as she walked. "I need both the clones here, where are they at?"

"OINK!"

"One of the clones is with Kate," Nora said, pointing to that door, "and one is with Xico in that room," Nora said, pointing to the other door.

"Got it," Vanessa said. The door to Kate's room shook.

* * *

Kate panted heavily, feeling the heat of humiliation rush across her whole face as she was pushed up against the front door to her room. Roger's cock had never left her for a moment, as he just mashed her body into the plastered wood. It felt cool against her skin, the exertion and pleasure of the constant, marathon sex somewhat quieted by the feeling of it. Her breathing was shallow, her nipples scraping against the wood sharply, her head swimming as Roger just kept fucking into her. He nibbled on her ear for a moment, then whispered: "Oink, piggy."

She was beyond resisting that sort of command - Roger had thoroughly burned that out of her, making her do it again and again. Anyone in the building would have heard her by now. She had no shame left to feel. "OINK!" She squealed appropriately, and Roger rewarded her, playing with her clit, teasing it, sending sharp waves of pleasure through her whole body. Her mouth was half-open, drool just slipping out, running down her chin as she got mashed against the door even harder, pressed into it by Roger's bulk.

"Good piggy. Keep oinking for your master."

"OINK! OINK OINK OINK!" She did her best to obey, oinking loudly, feeling her head swim as she imagined who might be here right now. There was another Roger. There was Xico. There was...

"Uh... should we interrupt them?"

Plastered up against the door, she could now hear a new voice, one she didn't recognize. Her cunt tightened up around Roger's cock, but he didn't stop fucking her, continuing to just pound her against the door. The mix of tension, embarrassment, fear, and raw physical pleasure was making her brain just dribble out of her ears and/or cunt, her thoughts a complete mess, as Roger kept on fucking away. Hot pants escaped her throat, as her eyes unfocused.

She heard a door across the hall open. She made out Xico, Roger, Nora, and the new girl talking to and over one another. Her pussy went wild as Roger just slammed her body against the door, clearly doing his best to make noise even without her squeals of pleasure. It was like she was having her brain rewired, learning - in some final sense - what exactly she was now, teaching everybody else it too. Was she a woman with some dirty sex fantasies she was afraid to talk about out loud? No, she was a naked, uninhibited Fuckpig, owned by Roger Cooper, whose fat cock had taught her that she really would do anything for sex.

She heard the jingle of keys from the other side, and her brain failed to put together anything in particular from the noises. She was too busy paying attention to the thumping of Roger's hips inside her, his lips close to her ear, as he whispered all sorts of dirty things to her. "You're a good little piggy." "That's my girl." "You feel good. It's good that you're behaving yourself." At least, something like that - her thoughts were so fuzzy it was hard to put anything together in concrete terms.

Then the door opened, swinging outward, and she tumbled forward for a moment before Roger grabbed a tangle of her hair, halting her forward momentum. She was bent over, Roger's cock pulsing in her cunt, and she saw the expressions of everyone there: Nora, Xico, two Rogers, and some pink-haired girl with horns who she didn't know. She felt the heat scalding across her skin, the utter and complete humiliation of the moment, and her cunt spasmed around Roger as she just came. Even as some tiny voice in the back of her brain said she shouldn't, it was overpowered by instinct and Pavlovian response: "OINK!"

* * *

I sighed as I locked eyes with my other self. Kate was, at least, not pissing herself right now, but her expression was completely ridiculous. "Stop fucking her. I need to reabsorb you," I told him. "Also, making her fuck in front of everybody is humiliating."

"She loves humiliation," my clone said. He pulled out of her, letting go of her hair, and she promptly collapsed to the ground altogether. He casually stepped on her face - making a point of doing it - as he moved over her, walking into the hall. She let out a little whimper as his foot pressed against her cheek.

He was completely buck naked, incidentally, if you hadn't guessed as much. His skin was slick and shiny with sweat, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead as he stood there. Xico blushed sharply and looked at the ceiling, while Nora just ran her eyes up and down his naked body. "Vanessa?" I prompted.

"Huh? Oh! Yes, yes, sorry!" She clapped her hands together, pulling a folded up piece of paper out of her jacket. "Okay, everybody put your fingers on here - no, Roger, you put yours in that circle," she said, as I put my finger on the wrong circle. After a second or so, we all managed to do it properly. "Right." She took a deep breath, clearly tried not to stare at my dick, and then said some stuff in Latin.

It took a moment for the two bodies to get reabsorbed - and then I was hit by the memories of them both. They went in a weird, back-and-forth cut, without any particular pattern: it'd be ten minutes with Xico, then thirty with Kate, then twelve with Xico, then two with Kate. The cut points, at least, felt relatively natural: orgasms, the start or end of long cuddles, that sort of thing.

It just went on and on. I wound up falling to my knees, and Xico managing to stop me from just collapsing to the ground with her thiasyar.

I ran through the previous day-and-change, and, given how much sex (and how much good sex) my two clones had been engaged in - I've already related to you what they were feeling and thinking at various times - I had a minor accident, just groaning as I knelt there, shuddering in place.

When I finally came back to myself - a minute later? Two? - the awkward orgasm had finished, and I had fully re-experienced both clones' lives, so at least I hadn't missed out on boinking Xico while she wore a slave collar and we igossed. Or the insane marathon sex that I'd had with the alternate universe Kate.

However, it was embarrassing to just jizz my pants in front of my closest sex partners. "No, it's, um... h-hot?" Xico squeaked out, fruitlessly, but I just cringed still further. "It is..."

"It is!" Vanessa agreed. "I assume she's talking about you coming like that!" She added, a moment later.

"Yes. Your o-face is very cute and sexy," Nora noted from the sidelines, while the heat in my cheeks by that point had risen to the level of Kate's.

Luckily, I did have superspeed. I slowed down time, and was just about to zip out of there - when I saw Kate on the floor. My clone had definitely been putting her through the paces, and she did just collapse, naked, in front of multiple people, so... I gently hefted her up, carrying her into her bedroom, lying her on her bed, before heading back to close and lock the door. I gently pet her, trying to ignore the discomfort in my pants. "Hey, Kate," I said, in a soft whisper. "You okay?"

She nodded dumbly, pushing her head into my hand a little bit. It was a cute, fawning movement, that had my cock raring to fire off another load, this time not in my pants. I leaned down over her, giving her forehead a kiss. "I'm going to take a shower," I told her, and she nodded.

For some reason, there were still the clothes the other me had been wearing when he showed up in Kate's apartment, still duplicated - it was weird, but I wasn't going to repeat that to duplicate items. Instead, I just grabbed the clothes and I headed for the shower to clean myself of sweat and other things.

* * *

Xico could feel as Roger got into the shower. She understood why Roger was embarrassed about coming like that: if she imagined herself just coming in front of people at random, it would also be embarrassing.

But... it was just sexy, really. She could tell that nobody thought he was gross or anything for doing it. Everybody's response had, genuinely, been to think that it was sexy. (Well, Kate hadn't, because she'd been too out of it to really process what Roger had done.)

Nora frowned as she stared at the door to Kate's room. She crossed her arms, impatiently tapping her foot.

"Um... so, what's going to happen now?" Vanessa asked Xico. "I mean, Roger's really hot so if you think he's going to be DTF, I can stick around... but maybe he'd rather I go, since this is kinda my fault?"

"He... doesn't think... you're at fault..." Xico said. Right now, he was mostly thinking about how embarrassed he was just orgasming in front of them all like that... which Xico thought was a little cute in its own way... even if she didn't want Roger to feel embarrassed, obviously.

"Do you think he will continue to take advantage of the clone magic?" Nora asked bluntly. Xico could tell it was because she wanted to have Roger all to herself, and when he had clones spending time with Xico and Kate, she could.

"No," Vanessa said. "It's because I was casting it too many times in quick succession that it caused problems. It's, um, kinda 'the dose makes the poison' type of deal? Obviously not actually poison." She fidgeted. "I had like four different counterspells I'd have to try if that wasn't the problem. It could've been a bunch of different things."

"I see," Nora said.

"It would have been safe if it had been one of the other things! And it was the thing I thought!" Vanessa defended herself frantically, assuming Nora was blaming her, given her cool expression.

"She's... fine," Xico told her. Nora mostly was unhappy that Roger would not be getting cloned more in the future. "Nora, um..." Should she say something? They were basically fighting for Roger's love. Xico had no idea what to say, though. "I... um..." Nora had no idea what Xico was trying to say, obviously, so she couldn't say something to fill the awkward gap. It would probably be some very straightforward thing, like Yes, I would also like to be Roger's only girlfriend. Except, Xico would be fine if Roger had two girlfriends, her and Nora, it's just that Nora wouldn't be fine with it... "I wish... we could... just share him..."

"We are sharing him," Nora pointed out.

Xico's tails curled behind her. "I mean... I like Roger... and you like Roger... so it would... sometimes people... have two girlfriends..." Her words came out as a mumbly mush. She felt the heat grow in her cheeks.

"Yes. For example, right now, Roger has between two and sixteen girlfriends, depending on who is counted on the list." Xico had no idea how Nora had gotten to the number sixteen, and didn't care to do the math herself.

"Yes, but..." She sighed. "I don't like... making you unhappy..."

Nora tilted her head. "Then break up with Roger."

"No!" Her tails straightened out at that. "I mean..."

Nora stared at her for several seconds, thinking so fast that it came off more like a wave of emotion than anything verbal. Then she placed her hand on Xico's shoulder. "Xico. I will make Roger my exclusive boyfriend who will not have sex with other women, except possibly with Kate and/or Bup as they are so pathetic I do not feel jealous of them, so I could compromise on Roger continuing to have sex with them. However, ideally, he would be so busy with me that he would forget to have sex with either of them for months and they would find someone else instead."

"Um..." Xico had no idea what to say to that.

"That is my goal. As this goal is not predicated on deception, manipulation, or any other unethical behavior, it is not wrong for me to pursue it, even if it will make you unhappy. By extension, even though what will make you happy would make me unhappy, so long as you do not purposefully behave in an immoral or deceptive manner, then it is also acceptable for you to do it. I am saying this as I am your older mentor at Star Heroic, and am thus bound to give you good life advice, rather than intentionally sabotaging you. If I were not, I would not say this, I would instead just ask you to stop having sex with Roger and let me be his exclusive girlfriend. Although, I am also asking you politely to please stop having sex with Roger and let me be his exclusive girlfriend."

Xico gave Nora an awkward smile. She understood what Nora meant, more or less: It's not wrong to fight me for this, even though I want you to lose very badly. "I... have to... say no..." She said aloud.

"That is what I thought," Nora agreed.

There was a long, somewhat awkward silence, where Vanessa tried to mentally ask Xico various questions about what the heck was going on, but Xico didn't really have any good answers, and before she could come up with any, Roger emerged from Kate's room, gently closing and locking the door.

"Sorry. I needed a shower," he said. "You guys didn't have to just wait for me in the hall," he added, feeling a little awkward. "Uh. Who wants to hang out?" He suggested - and all three of them raised their hands.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 100: Nora Alone
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Roger sat on Nora's love seat, sprawled out. She had convinced him to strip down to his underwear, in order to give him a massage, and he just relaxed as she stood behind him, hands on his shoulders. He sighed and relaxed there, closing his eyes, while another of her bodies simultaneously gave him a foot massage.

That body's position also allowed her to secretly catch glances at his underwear, which she monitored closely. While when he first stripped and sat down, he had not been erect, he was fully hard within a minute of her massage beginning, which made her feel highly attractive and effective. She did not have too much experience with massages, but if Roger liked them this much, she would study and practice - in fact, another of her bodies was now online, consulting a guide on how to perform such a massage.

In point of fact, giving massages was an excellent way to get a man into the mood, and Roger seemed particularly easy to get in the mood in general. Nora considered just asking him outright for sex, but this could seem crass, especially since she had invited him over to her home herself, and not even suggested sex when doing so. She had just suggested that he might prefer to spend time apart from his clone, as he did not currently share a consciousness with his clones, and his clone was headed back to his apartment. Roger had taken her up on it, an entirely innocent act. Although he had a very high libido, no one appreciated being tricked.

Wait. Had she been lying to Roger? No, she had never said anything explicitly untrue, but her behavior did qualify as deceptive, since she did not mention that, once he came over to her house, she hoped they could have lots and lots of sex in the spare time she got him all to herself while Kate and Xico were distracted by his clones.

"Roger," she said with the body that was massaging his shoulders, "I should be honest. I invited you over hoping that, at some point, we would have sex. I am not saying this to pressure you, but because I realize I may have deceived you. It is completely fine if you do not want to have sex right now, of course."

Roger snorted at that. "Don't worry, Nora, I guessed as much."

"Ah, I see." She let out a sigh of relief. "In that case, would you like to have sex now, with one of the bodies massaging you, or a third body?"

"Mm..." Roger hummed, his eyes still closed as he relaxed under her massage. "How about a third body, in my lap? Then you can keep up the massage. It's very nice, by the way. Thank you for it."

Nora smiled at that. He was saying her massage was nice, which meant he would want more massages in the future, which would provide more opportunities to seduce him. Already present in her house was a body making lunch, and another body doing some basic dumbbell exercises - she brought that second body out quickly. It was a bit sweaty, but often they worked up a sweat having sex, and Roger never had a problem with that.

Roger flicked his eyes open as it entered the room, and the body that was giving him a foot massage noticed his length pulse against his underwear. The new body was only wearing a sports bra under a loose tank top, as well as some gym shorts, so it seemed very likely he was aroused specifically by those clothes (fitting into his noted enjoyment of her in 'cosplay'). Although she had the understanding he enjoyed women in various unusual forms of dress, this one in particular seemed very casual.

"Should I keep the top on?" That body asked, as she started to peel off her gym shorts. Roger's dick pulsed in its confinement once more as she undressed, having to lean down to get it out, and she noticed his gaze snap to her breasts as she did so. She made a mental note that he liked it when she bent forward - then made a physical note with a body on her phone, in the document labeled Things Roger Likes 3.

"Ah... not the tank top, but keep the bra," he said, his dick still twitching. It looked almost uncomfortable in its confinement, but Nora obeyed his request, leaving her wearing nothing but a sports bra as she approached him, already slick and ready with desire as she moved to straddle him. He looked up at her with naked lust, his hands finally coming to life to grope her ass cheeks, while she continued to massage his shoulders and foot.

She reached down for his underwear, hesitating for a moment with her fingers hooked into his the waistband, just in case she'd misinterpreted his signals. However, he did not nod or otherwise indicate for her to go on, so the moment took longer than she expected, until at last he groaned, let go of her ass cheek, and pulled down his underwear himself.

She wondered if she had accidentally teased him, and if he had enjoyed (or disliked) that? She would ask him after the sex, because his hand on her ass was guiding her towards his cock, his other hand grasping it near the base as he directed her towards it.

"Could you put your hands behind your head?" He asked, and she immediately did so. "Alright," he breathed, letting go of her, his eyes wandering up and down her body with obvious lust. "You look really gorgeous like this - sweaty and eager," he said, a smile on his lips. "Okay, now ride me," he said.

She immediately pushed down his cock, enveloping him entirely. She rolled her hips around with his cock inside her, making him groan in pleasure in response. His head cast back, then went forward, his eyes lingering on her tits - but he hadn't told her to take off the bra, so she just bounced in place, rolling her hips around on his cock, just keeping his whole length inside her. He felt so good inside her sex, and the way he looked at her made her feel sexy and desirable. He brought his hands in, both groping her ass cheeks. He had at first tried to be lazy, but now his desire was overpowering him, and he was leaning in to start kissing and licking at her cleavage, sucking up on the sweat in a way that made her feel incredibly sexy.

She wanted to just grab his head, to run her fingers through his hair - but he had told her to put her hands behind her head, so there they remained, fingers locked together as his tongue danced against her skin. The feeling of his eager licking, his tongue diving in between her breasts, combined with his hands just groping her ass cheeks, making clear his desire for her, were intensely erotic, and she could tell that body was going to orgasm very soon.

After a few moments' consideration, she decided to let that pleasure wash over her, rather than fighting it. Roger seemed to enjoy it when she came. She ground her hips against his as she closed her eyes and moaned, casting her head back, her fingers tightening where they interlocked behind her head. Roger's cock frantically throbbed inside her, and he used his grip on her ass to start bouncing her up and down, his tongue hungrily licking all along her skin, tasting her sweetly, his cock furiously pulsing and throbbing. She could feel him with every squeeze of her cunt as her orgasm ran through her, her body desperately trying to become pregnant despite the impossibility of the task.

Roger only became more excited, grunting into her bosom as his hips slammed up into hers, making it difficult (but not impossible) to keep massaging his feet. He groaned, jerked, twitched, and she thought he was about to orgasm - but he didn't, not quite, instead collapsing back into the chair, panting heavily as he did, pulling his mouth out of her breasts as he looked up at her, half-dazed.

Her own orgasm had finished by that point, but her pussy tightened around his cock again, seeing his expression like that. She often had difficulty interpreting people's expressions, but seeing his lips half-open, his eyes slightly unfocused, and knowing it was from his near-miss orgasm excited Nora greatly. Her sex gripped and squeezed him, and she started to properly ride him at that point, using his earlier movements as a guide on what sort of pace he wanted.

His response was instant: a groan, a stiffening of his whole body, an even more obscene expression. She continued to massage his shoulders and feet as her riding got more intense, her hands continuing to remain clasped behind her head, as requested, as she rode him. In this sort of situation, it seemed appropriate to offer dirty talk, so she attempted to find an appropriate guide for such online with another body.

She could not quickly find anything particularly fitting, but some recommended that you state your honest feelings of desire for your partner. "I wish that we could do this every day," she said, as she bounced on his cock. "I want you to be my life partner. I want you to come live with me, and not with other women. I enjoy cuddling with you, and would like to do it every night. I love how big and hard you feel inside me, as well as your very high libido, and the way you find my personality 'cute.' I want to feel you come inside me. I would like to start a family with you, where I am your wife and we have children together."

At that point, Roger groaned, his hips once more bucking up into her - but this time, he actually came, and she sighed in pleasure at the sensation of those thick splatters of cum raining down all over her insides. Heavy pants escaped her throat as she shuddered atop him, letting those squirts of cum fill her up, and she sighed as his orgasm finished off, her hands finally leaving the back of her head to lean into him, letting his cock rest inside her as she pressed her body. He just sighed, relaxing into his chair, his nostrils drinking in her scent. She enjoyed the closeness, the feeling of their bodies pressed against one another.

Although she very much enjoyed sex with Roger, and the fact that he was able to sexually keep up with her, no matter how exhausted any other man would have been...

She also enjoyed the tenderness of their bodies pressed against one another quite a lot too. If she had been forced to pick one or the other, it would have been very upsetting; fortunately, she didn't, so instead she just got to enjoy as his arms wrapped around her. A sigh escaped her lips as she snuggled into him.

"You don't have to keep up the massage, Nora," Roger said.

"Ah. Do you want me to stop? It is not difficult to continue the massage if you are concerned about me. If you want to switch which body you are having sex with, then this body can give you a foot massage instead," she suggested. She felt his cock twitch inside her, his interest obviously carnal and immediate, and she felt a nice thrill of her own - Roger liked her, wanted to have sex with her, and was (as always) excited about the possibility of more sex with her.

"Fuck it," Roger breathed out. "Let's just keep going," he said, gripping her hips tight and starting to pump her up and down his cock. She let out a pleased moan as he began to pound her atop his cock, and she let out a noise of surprise at just how intense he was being with her, fingers digging into her hips.

Not that she minded. She definitely did not mind seeing the man she liked very much get so obviously aroused - especially not when he started using his superspeed once more, the stimulation becoming unbearably intense as that body seemed to jitter on his cock, bouncing up and down with impossible speed. The pleasure just felt like a powerful gut-punch of pleasure, all added up on top of itself, and she moaned as she felt herself rapidly drawing close, her own hands clasping onto his stomach tighter, a brainless action not intended to stop him.

It didn't, either. An orgasm hit her in short order, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets, at which point Roger rammed her back down into his lap, grinding her against his pelvis, his cock throbbing inside her all the while. For a long moment, he held her down, his own eyes closed, as she enjoyed the ecstasy of the moment - and then he pulled her up and off his cock, making her let out a small noise of disappointment. She wanted him to come, after all.

"Let's all three go to your bedroom," he said.

"You mean the bedroom with a queen sized bed, correct?" She asked. She had several bunk beds in other rooms, as she had multiple bodies. He nodded, and she quickly guided him to the bedroom, her other two bodies still clothed, while his naked cock bounced around without any shame whatsoever. There was definitely something quite thrilling about seeing a man who was so comfortable in his own body, and also when that man was Roger in particular, and also when it was Roger's cock in particular.

Once they arrived, he laid her out on the bed, the body that he'd been fucking having her legs quickly spread. "Actually, hold your thighs," he said, and she did so, holding her legs in that somewhat awkward position - but the pulse of his cock at that more than made up for it. "You two, also naked," he added.

"I am not quite naked, do you wish for them to keep on their bras?" She asked, as they started to strip.

He rolled his tongue along his lower lip thoughtfully, his length once more twitching in the air. "Naked, but you keep on the bra," he decided, then slid his cock inside her in a single smooth motion. He started to pump back and forth, while her bodies on either side of him attracted his attention, his eyes wandering both of their increasingly naked bodies in a way that made it clear he was deeply, intensely aroused by the sight of her naked. She felt her heart beat just that little bit faster, as his cock twitched and slapped at her stomach, and then he took hold of it and just thrust inside her, using his power to make the stroke simultaneously hard, fast, and intensely pleasant, like having a slow, grinding saw inside her played at ten times the speed.

Her other two bodies were naked by that point, and he reached out for them - a moment later, he pulled them in close, hands sliding down either one towards their groins, slipping his fingers into both of the bodies' slick pussies, starting to tease and toy with the lower lips. For a moment, he did so at what was an ordinary pace - already quite good, since he was a very giving and attentive lover, who clearly loved to make Nora orgasm lots - and then he brought his power into it.

The movements of his fingers were like lightning tracing across her skin, leaving her breathing heavily as his movements played out. Ten times the sensitivity, ten times the pleasure, ten times the precision - everything that she should have experienced in minutes was compressed down to less than a single minute, which meant it took her no time at all to arrive perilously close to orgasm in the body he was fucking.

He halted his pace inside her at that point, his cock half in her, while the two bodies at his sides clasped his shoulder and upper arm for support, legs trembling beneath them both. Hot pants escaped their throats as they looked at him, vision blurry with tears and pleasure alike. His cock twitched as he looked between the three of them at lightning speed, Nora's fingers still clawing at her thighs to keep her sex easily ready for him.

As the bodies he was fingering got close to the edge, he started to rut inside her again, and almost simultaneously, all three exploded in ecstasy. The white hot pleasure was warm and delightful, the simultaneity actually leading her to completely lose her train of thought in a conversation she was having elsewhere, simply standing there with her mouth open as her consciousness (or "soul") was momentarily overwhelmed by the shock of the triple orgasm.

A second or so later, that body got back to the conversation, but the three in the room with Roger continued to quiver in pleasure as orgasms ran through their bodies. He leaned towards one at his side, trembling and leaning against him, kissing its forehead, then the opposite, giving a similar kiss, and then he leaned down over the body he was fucking, locking eyes with hers, handsome features framed by dark hair - and he pressed his lips down against hers, tongue forcefully invading her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, her body continuing to spasm beneath him, while his tongue danced with an impossible speed, the kiss rendered unimaginably tasty as her pussy hungrily gripped, squeezed, and caressed his cock.

His tongue then slowed down, and his hips started to move inside her again, this time at a casual, slow pace. Her hands remained on her thighs, her ankles pressing into his shoulders, while he just fucked away at her, a casual, thorough pace that stole away her thoughts and breath alike as he made out with her. The hands playing with her other bodies' pussies became increasingly distracted, and by extension, incompetent, but she didn't mind. In a way, it was sexier: Roger was so completely enthralled with the kiss that he forgot everything else.

After a minute or so, he used his power again, though it was only his tongue that really sped up - his pace inside her remained similar, albeit more erratic. She had to assume he was trying to pace himself, thrusting away inside her, and the mattress faintly squeaked beneath her. Either way, the saw of his cock in her pussy was quite nice, and he abandoned the idea of playing with her clones to instead just grope her ass cheeks, letting out rapid-fire groans before sucking in air around her lips.

She came again, naturally. She was both enjoying the physical pleasure of the experience, as well as the way that Roger was clearly becoming ever more aroused as he fucked inside her. She decided to try to use her two naked bodies to increase his pleasure, having one push into him from behind, hard nipples scraping against bare skin, while the other leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "You feel very good inside me," she said, and she felt his pace slow, his tongue similarly becoming quiescent in their mouths. "Sex with you is always wonderful. I love the taste of your tongue in my mouth. I hope you find me as attractive as I find you."

Roger broke off the kiss with a hot pant, his expression seeming to be one of intense concentration. "I do," he panted out, struggling to even keep in that position, his body trembling atop her. "You are extremely hot, Nora," he said, and she felt a heat bloom in her cheeks at the pleasant compliment. "God, I could fuck you all day," he said, and her pussy clenched up at those words - something that earned a lewd groan from the man himself. She tried to do it again, with intent this time, and his panting became more labored, his lips once more mashing against hers. She could feel as he used his power again, and she continued to try to grip and squeeze his cock, to get him off that way.

"You are absolutely permitted to fuck me all day, Roger. You have a 'sick' day today," she whispered in his ear. She was not sure he could actually understand her, given that he would be hearing her decelerated by a factor of ten, but she decided that was no reason not to speak up. After all, even if he had to guess at what she had to say, it would doubtless prove erotic in itself.

The body beneath Roger came at that point, his pace hitting her just so, and she could only moan and thrash beneath him as he continued an endless kiss. His pace accelerated, objectively, and his power may have as well, but mostly, that body was simply being crushed with pleasure, the body behind her pressing into him, even the scrape of her nipples along his backside feeling like a teasing touch played at many times speed, her toes curling as he fucked into the her beneath him.

He was clearly trying to hold back and endure against the pleasure, while the body beneath him came. Nora no longer doubted that. However, she did not have any desire for him to hold back. "Come, Roger. Come inside me. Come in me. Come in me. I want to feel you come in me." Her words were repetitive and short, so he could work out what she was saying even slowed down, and it seemed like he did, because she felt his throbbing length pulse wildly inside her, the movements of arousal wild and erratic to her perceptions - and then he just groaned, gushing out inside that body for the second time today, breaking off the kiss to press his forehead into her neck, his breathing ragged, his whole body trembling.

She watched his movements as he recovered, at last pulling out of her with a wet pop. "I can do the work for the next round," the body that had been whispering told him. "You can lie down and allow me to do all the work. Whenever you are tired, I can pick you up and carry you, as despite your greater weight, I am fit and have three bodies."

He snorted. "I thought you were being poetic for a second there," he said, though he was smiling so it didn't seem to bother him.

"Poetic?" She asked, in confusion.

"Don't worry about it. I'd like that. Can you lay me out on the bed? Let's do the thing where one of your bodies fucks itself on my cock, and I finger the other two."

She felt herself let out an animal pant of pure arousal at the thought. Roger truly was the greatest partner she could ever hope for, given his extreme willingness to accommodate her high libido. While some men did enjoy 'gangbangs,' they tended to be focused on their own pleasure, or else do it out of some strange desire to be degraded. Roger, uniquely among all her sex partners, seemed to genuinely enjoy being crowded over by a dozen of her bodies, pressing from every direction, but purely out of sexual desire for her.

So, naturally, she quickly moved him into position. She decided the body he had just been fucking should be the one to ride him, as she knew he did not like to touch his own ejaculate with his fingers. The other two got atop his hands, and he eagerly started to finger her. His eyes darted between her bodies as they began to ride him, but his focus was on the two he was fingering, eyes flicking back and forth between them. He watched her breasts hungrily, particularly any time the body in question moved in such a way as to make them move, so she started to intentionally shift on his hand to provoke the jiggling.

It definitely had the intended effect, with Roger's gaze flicking over to her breasts, his cock twitching in wild spasms inside her that suggested he was simultaneously aroused and using his power. Her inner walls squeezed and gripped his cock as she rode him, trying her best to get him off, intensifying her pace. Her bodies wound up coming in an uneven, random order like that - first the one on his right hand, then the one on his left, and then the body riding his cock, breasts still confined in her sports bra as she moaned atop him.

He groaned at that last one, casting his head back for a moment, his groan coming out odd due to his power - and then he was back to it, starting to pump his hips up into hers, his eyes locking on hers with a ferocious hunger that made her feel warm inside.

After inflicting a good half-dozen orgasms on each of her bodies, he finally came inside her, and she sighed as he filled her up, twitching on his cock as her lips parted, just loving the feeling of being filled.

Of course, Roger had plenty more energy, so they tried different positions, making love all day, Roger seeming completely fine with forgetting everything but sex. (She did have bodies bring him snacks and food, though he had a cute and sexy tendency to get distracted and start fucking them too.)

Eventually, at the end of the day, she laid curled up against him and atop him: one body on either side, one naked, sweat-soaked body sticking to him from above. He just smiled, giving her a loving kiss on the top of her head, before going to sleep, and she snuggled into him and closed her eyes.

She wished every day could be like this.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 99: So Noisy
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Xico knew he wasn't "the real" Roger... but he was so nice to just be around it was hard to stay away. He should have been unsummoned, but instead she was constantly being blasted with the warm, fuzzy feeling of being the center of Roger's universe, his thoughts revolving entirely around her: is Xico okay? Isn't she cute? Is she worried about me? She licked her lips, I love her tongues.

They were still Roger's thoughts. The sorts of thing that normal, classic flavor Roger thought about her. Guys didn't think of her that way - even the ones who liked her, liked her because she was a superhero, but Roger barely even thought about that fact.

Roger thought of her as cute, and sexy, and sweet... and his clone pretty much had no thoughts besides "Xico is so cute and sexy and sweet." Not to the point of it coming off as tiresome, either! (At least, not yet.) He just saw her, and his brain would immediately pop up a compliment and suggest hugging her or cuddling with her or having sex or any of dozens of other things she very much would like to do too.

It was hard to concentrate on work, though. He was just so sweet and it made her so happy... she just wanted to float around next to him, and he just wanted to sit next to her and cuddle and-!

As if he could read her thoughts (he couldn't), Hank appeared, and Xico kept her eyes on his face, not his body. She didn't want Roger to feel jealous. Also, she thought Roger was sexier, anyway - no, she was getting lost in a bundle of nerves thinking about Roger!

"Roger, I heard about your condition from Dr. Siskander," Hank said. "Take the day off."

"Is that for... both Rogers?" Xico asked, her tails nervously curling behind her.

Hank nodded. "It is."

"Can I... take him home to... make sure he's okay?" That was pretty much a lie, wasn't it? She would definitely make sure he was okay! But that wasn't why she was suggesting it-! She just wanted to spend more time around Roger! She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and she was just about to take back the lie, when-

"Sure, Xico. You can have the day off. You never take a sick day anyway."

"I'm not..." Xico started, then stopped, nodding. She felt like she was bright red by this point, and talking would just make it worse. Hank was being nice - she could literally read his thoughts, so she knew that. He knew she didn't want to take him home to make sure he was okay. He didn't hold the lie against her, instead just seeing it as a cute kid thing. "Thank you," she said. She turned to Roger. "Um... come on, then..."

"Sure thing, Xico," he said. As he walked next to her, his thoughts quickly turned to her butt, imagining just bending her over some surface and going at it. She felt the heat creep all the way up to her ears. She liked it! She liked how horny he was for her! It was a compliment, it made her feel sexy and desirable and happy, and-! It was like a purified version of Roger's normal pleasant horniness...

Should she igoss with him some more? It was fun, but also really intense, and plus maybe she was getting addicted to having her own personal sweetheart Roger, which wouldn't last forever, and-!

Her head was such a mess! Roger really was too good... oh, would the normal Roger be showing up too? Then there'd be two Rogers, and maybe they could have some more MMF threesomes? Roger didn't want to share her with other guys, which felt weird to her - she liked watching Roger have sex with other girls, after all! - but it was fine. It wasn't like there were any guys really interested in her besides Roger.

Roger casually reached out for her, and for a moment she thought he was going to grab her butt - instead, he grabbed her tail. His fingers were soft and exploratory, gently squeezing and rubbing the muscles, and her toes curled as she floated right alongside him, letting out a little breath as he massaged her like that. She could feel his thoughts turn sexual in response to her breaths, which made her cheeks glow - and made her push to float that little bit faster.

Not too much faster, though, since she wanted him to keep massaging her tail.

* * *

Xico was surprised to find that the original Roger wasn't home yet when they got there. She wasn't upset, just confused. He did have superspeed, after all. He must have decided to go do something else. He did have sex with Nora last night, and then me this morning - maybe he went to watch a movie? (She could tell, from their thoughts, that the parallel-universe Kate and her clone-Roger were in her room, going at it.)

His clone had a key to his apartment, so he let them in. Xico floated into the room, and she had hardly any time at all to think before Roger wrapped her in a hug, his breath tickling her ear as his arms held her. She let out a little breath of her own, just relaxing in his arms. She could feel his hard on, as it wound up rubbing near the base of her spine, in between her tentacles - and she could also feel the cacophony of horny thoughts that were bubbling in Roger's brain at the moment. His lips started to kiss along her neck, his hands going to fondle her breasts, and she felt the smile on her lips and the heat in her cheeks.

Given their positions, she reached with her tails to try to fumble with his pants, then gave up - for one thing, the belt buckle almost pressed against her back, leaving no space for her to grab it - before using her thiasyar, closing her eyes to focus on the tactile sensations as she unhooked the belt buckle, then slid the belt off Roger. He let out a pleasant noise into her neck, a groan of raw sexual desire, and the sensation of arousal that washed over her was intensely exciting. "What... position... do you want... to do it... in?" Xico asked.

"I want to bend you over something and fuck you silly," he breathed in her ear, and she could tell he meant it, the heat in her cheeks growing still further. She swallowed and nodded - and he took hold of her by the hips, just bending her over his kitchen island, pushing up her skirt, then pulling down her panties. She helped him kick off the panties, showing off her slick sex, her clit pulsing with desire, as he got behind her.

The overwhelming need Roger was feeling for her, the raw desire, felt so good on its own, it was almost as good as the tail massage that he'd been giving her on the trip over. It was rapidly eclipsed, though, by Roger pointing his hard cock at her pussy, and just sliding into her. She let out a little groan of pleasure as she felt her inner walls spread for him, her toes curling, her head swimming in pleasure. It was just so nice. Roger gently thumping at her body, his hands on her hips, his hard cock pulsing with life, his mind buzzing with just as much arousal as hers.

She looks so cute like this. I want to see her face. Xico tried her best to twist her head around - and Roger responded by casually grabbing her thigh, twisting her around on his cock. She let out a little moan as he did so, and she gasped as he started to thrust back and forth inside her more rapidly, leaning down over her - not to kiss her, but just to rub his nose up against hers, to stare deeply into her eyes. One of his hands slid along her thigh, towards her stomach, his thumb momentarily brushing her clit - and that was enough, she was sent over the edge into bliss, moaning and jerking on his cock, her pussy going wild around his dick.

He watched her come - She's even cuter when she's coming - and then leaned down to mash his lips forcefully up against hers, his fat, thick tongue rubbing along her palate as her legs and tails both hooked around him, dragging him deeper inside her. Her pussy continued to grip and squeeze on his cock, while her eyes just lidded, her hands coming up to scrape through his hair and her tongues going wild in his mouth. She tasted him, slid her tongues along his gums, every which way, and when her orgasm finished, he broke off the kiss, admiring her panting, flushed face.

He made her feel so good. So happy. So sexy. As her orgasm finished, leaving her panting, he started to move inside her all over again.

* * *

I dragged Kate over to the wall, hand tangled in her hair as I fuck-walked her, the woman herself having no issue with it. She quivered on my dick as her tits bounced, her pussy going wild with excitement. The wall joined her room to mine, so when I pushed her cheek - and ear - up against it, she flushed as she realized that she could hear what was happening on the other side of the wall, if only faintly.

"Hear that?" I asked her, and she nodded, the sounds of pleasure she was willing to release quieting as she listened to my clone fucking Xico. "You know who that is?"

"X-Xico," she whispered, "a-and a guy."

"That's right," I said, not bothering to correct her about the guy being my clone - the excitement of exhibitionist sex would probably be less if she knew for sure it was another me. "You're listening to another woman having sex right now. Does she sound like she's having a good time, Fuckpig?" Kate nodded, swallowing wetly as she was forced to listen to another woman fuck. Mentally, I thought at Xico: Don't let her know you're reading her mind already. Whether Xico picked it up, I didn't know - didn't really care, either. Xico would never complain about me fucking other women, that was just the sort of girl she was, so if she heard Kate, she wouldn't complain. "You know what Xico loves, though? She loves hearing fat titted piggies oink for their master." I grabbed her hair, twisting her head so her forehead was against the wall, her lips mere inches away. "Oink, piggy," I ordered.

Kate's flush ran down from her cheeks all the way to her neck, and there were a few wet plaps of my hips against hers before I smacked her ass. "Oink!" She said immediately, her pussy tightening up on my cock extra hard.

"Louder," I ordered, and I could feel her clench around my dick in response, her arousal intensifying. "Louder, piggy," I commanded, smacking her ass again.

"Oooo~oooink!" She squealed the word out, as she simultaneously came, her pussy going absolutely wild around my cock in response to my thrusts and her own humiliation and exhibition and everything else. I twisted her head back, and back, until she was right next to me, my hips thumping against hers as she bounced on my dick, tits jiggling with each thrust.

"Good piggy," I told her, and then mashed my lips up against hers forcefully, earning a pleasant mewl from the girl herself, my free hand going to just maul her tit. Her pussy continued to spasm around my cock as I thrust away inside her.

* * *

Xico enjoyed the feelings that Kate was sending her way, the happy mix of pleasure and humiliation. It added to her own ability to enjoy the sex with the Roger currently fucking her atop the kitchen island. He grasped her shirt near the base, pulling it up and off with a little cooperation from her, as he continued a steady, forceful pace inside her. His lips kissed at her neck, her collar bone, and his hands undid her bra in a rush, with her quickly helping him get her almost naked (only her skirt was still on, and that was in a tangle around her waist).

"I... also want... to see you... naked," Xico breathed out to Roger, and he responded by leaning up. He hilted inside her, stopping his thrusts for a moment, as he grasped the base of his shirt and just tugged it up and off. She let out a breath as she saw his bare body come into her field of view, relishing the sight of him like that. He smiled at her, pulling back inside her, and started to step out of his shoes and socks. Her tails wagged as she marinated in everybody's shared happiness. She was happy; her Roger was happy; Kate was happy; Kate's Roger was happy. She licked her lips, reaching up for Roger invitingly, and he understood her nonverbal message, leaning down to kiss her on the lips again, his tongue pushing into her mouth, while hers did the same in reply.

He started to fuck her properly again, his hands sliding across her naked body, teasing her breasts, playing with her nipples gently and sweetly, and it didn't take too long before she was headed up to the edge again. She just moaned happily into Roger's mouth, getting more active in her kiss, and then she came all over again, losing herself in the simple joy of the moment that all four of them were enjoying together.

* * *

Kate's head swam as Roger broke off the kiss, then pushed her up against the wall. She was no longer leaned forward against it, cheek pressed against it; now she was plastered against it, tits mashing into her chest as he pinned her there, her knees thumping into it each time he fucked into her. Her face was red with exertion, arousal, and embarrassment, able to hear the noises of sex on the other side of the wall.

It was definitely Xico on the other side of the wall. She didn't know who the guy Xico was fucking was. It was Roger's room, so the logical conclusion was that it would be Roger, but of course, right now, Roger was pressed up against her from behind, his muscular chest mashed into her back as he pinned her to the wall like that. Xico and Roger must have had an open relationship, which meant the guy Xico was fucking could be anyone, which meant if she was loud, then some complete stranger would hear all her lewd, obscene noises she was making.

Her cunt tightened up at that thought, and Roger pressed her even closer into the wall, pinning her there. Her head swam at the pressure, her cunt tightening still further, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth as her brain fried.

Obviously, she had super strength, so she could have overpowered Roger and made him stop, but then he might have not fucked her again - no, that wasn't the real reason. That sort of behavior would break the spell that he had on her. It would make her think about it every time. She wanted to swim and to drown in the hopeless sensation of being at Roger's mercy, which is what she was at the moment. He nibbled on her ear. She tightened even further at the thought of what he was about to do - and he did it. "Oink, as loud as you can, Fuckpig." His words were smooth. Calm. Utterly at odds with the pace of his cock inside her, a rapid rutting that spoke to raw lust - and then suddenly he stopped, remaining half inside her, a punishment for her failure to act.

There was no conscious thought behind her next act. "OINK!" She squealed as loud as she could, and she came, hard, her pussy going wild around his cock, her vision whiting out at the edges. He started to fuck her again, her nipples scraping along the wall, and she just lost herself completely in the pleasure and humiliation of it.

"Good piggy," he panted into her ear as he rammed away, her body sliding and scraping into the wall. "They've heard you now. No need to hold yourself back," he told her, and the warm, humiliating glow in her cheeks intensified at that; she could even feel the heat make its way down her neck, all the way to the top of her breasts. "Keep oinking like the piggy you are," he ordered her.

She dutifully did exactly that.

* * *

I kept up a smooth rhythm with Xico, kissing at her neck, her chin, her cheeks, her ears, enjoying her playful little giggles, her warm smiles, her unmistakable happiness as her tails wagged behind her. "You're so cute. So sexy," I breathed in her ear, able to tell that she really appreciated that sort of earnest compliment, and not able to think of any reason I shouldn't say it as many times as humanly possible during the sex.

"OINK!" Came a loud voice through the wall, making me pause inside of Xico for the moment.

"It's... just Kate... she's happy... don't worry," Xico reassured me. "Just... keep going..."

I decided to to do as she directed, sliding my cock back and forth, kissing towards her lips again, my breath teasing at her lips for just a moment before kissing her. Her hands once more wrapped around my head, eagerly holding me in the kiss, while her tongues slid up into my mouth, tasting me just as much as I was tasting her.

We fucked like that for a little bit - then Kate started oinking again, seemingly trying to get louder each time. It was annoying. I was trying to make sweet love to Xico, and there was some meathead in the next room over interrupting us with her stupid sex noises.

Xico broke off the kiss at that point, and I slowed down inside her to let her talk. "It's... okay... I don't... mind... um... it's making her... happy," she told me, a nervous smile on her lips. I still didn't like it - I wanted to just focus on Xico. "I like... feeling... how happy... she is..."

"OINK! OINK OINK OINK!"

At that point, I decided that the least I could do is get away from the shared wall with Kate's room, carrying Xico over to the living room, my cock remaining inside her, sliding back and forth inside her as I moved. I planted her down on the couch, and her tails teased at my thighs as I started to lay into her again, kissing her on the lips as we started to fuck in that position. Her pussy was tight on my cock, her hands eagerly exploring my body, feeling me up as I fucked her, and there were hot, wet breaths that carried from her mouth up into mine.

I just tried to push the sound of Kate's obnoxious oinking out of my mind - and I felt Xico's inner walls tighten and clench in response to that thought, her tails unhappily tightening on me. I tried to keep my focus on her, anyway, her hot wet breaths filling my mouth as she also tried to focus on making out with me. I managed to put Kate out of my mind by getting more intense with Xico, the wet sound of our thrusts seeming to echo in the room.

Xico soon came again, her pussy going wild around my cock - and I did the same, orgasming right alongside her with a long, low groan into her mouth.

When I was finished coming, I pulled out of her with a wet noise, plopping down on the couch to relax for a moment and recover. Xico eventually leaned up, cuddling into my side happily, one tail snaking around behind me, the other smoothly rubbing along my thigh as she just cuddled and rubbed against me. I wrapped one arm around her, then turned on the television, switching between channels a few times before finding a pleasant sitcom to watch. They were a little odd in this universe, given the reversal of sexual matters, but it was still nice to just be able to spend time in quiet pleasure with Xico.

(I did occasionally catch a bit of Kate's loud oinking, even with the TV on and me well away from the wall, but being cuddled up with Xico was plenty enough to let me enjoy the show.)

After five minutes or so, Xico's phone went off, and she let out a little sigh, floating off to pick it up, coming back with it pressed against her ear. I could tell that the person on the other end of the line was Lope.

"He's right there with you, yeah?" The tinny, small voice was just about audible to me. "Maaaan. How about I take a day off and we have some fun threesomes? A whole free day with Roger sounds awesome." Xico's own tails wagged happily behind her at the thought - but I had no interest in Lope coming over.

Xico's tails stilled at that, glancing up at me with some momentary confusion. "I just want to spend the day with you," I told her.

"Yo, I heard him, what'd he say?" Lope asked, sounding excited and expectant.

"Um... he just... doesn't want you... over..." Xico said, her tails curled in. "Sorry..."

"Oh, no, it's cool. Uh. Could just play video games," Lope suggested after a moment. "If he's not in the mood. Though-"

I took the phone gently from Xico, placing it against my ear. "Lope. I want to be alone with Xico right now," I said - then I just hung up.

"That was... rude..." Xico said quietly.

"She was interrupting our time together, and couldn't take 'no' for an answer," I said. Xico's lips squirmed on her face uncomfortably. "...if you really want her over, then I can call her back." If it was what Xico wanted-

"No... it's... fine... don't... force yourself," Xico said, her voice more like a mumble than anything else. I gently pulled her back into the cuddle, but her body language was much less happy than it had been mere moments before. "It's... fine," she repeated. She gave my shoulder a little kiss. "Don't... worry... I'm happy... being here..."

Her gentle smile was enough for me. I just cuddled her back, enjoying her warmth.

"OINK!"

* * *

Kate whimpered as Roger just teased his cock at her entrance. "Louder, Fuckpig," he ordered her, as his cock slid back and forth along her slit. "Let them know what a filthy little piggy you are." Her clit pulsed at those words, her cheeks continuing to burn.

"OINK!" She tried her best to scream it out, but her voice was a little warbly from all the pleasure she'd been experiencing up to that point. He continued to tease her with his cock, silently demanding she get even louder. She swallowed, drew a deep breath in through her nostrils, and then cried out: "OINK!" Roger slammed inside her, and she came all over again at that point, moaning and thrashing in his grip.

"Can you shut the fuck up?!" Her brain stuttered at those words, since they sounded like they were coming from Roger, except on the other end of the wall, but Roger was currently in her pussy. She tilted her head back to look at him, and yep, that was Roger. Unless it was a shapeshifter? But he knew everything about her that the real Roger knew, and acted like the real Roger, and - she got dragged away from the wall by the hair, twisted around, and walk-fucked right back to the bed.

"Sorry about that," Roger told her, gently patting her cheek. "Don't worry. You were a good girl for your master, so now you're going to get rewarded, okay?"

...she decided it didn't matter if it was the 'real' Roger or not. "Oink oink," she breathed out, and Roger smiled, then started fucking her again, his cock throbbing in her pussy as he rutted inside her, hands pawing at her body as he went at it. He slid one hand down to her clit, and her pleasure spiked still further, her toes curling as she just let the good feelings wash over her.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 98: Stuck In The Middle
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By the end of the night, Nora's house was littered with bodies that I had fucked silly. They laid on beds and couches; one was in a chair. In the cases where they would have otherwise fallen on a table or desk, I carried her bridal style to a spare bed, and she seemed to really like that. Several had gotten dressed up as the wife character, since I'd fucked one until her legs turned to jelly, which forced Nora to swap the body playing that role; then I'd done it again.

However, I hadn't planned to spend the entire night with Nora, so eventually, I told her that the whole thing had been great, and headed home to my apartment.

Mira wasn't in the apartment, but the smell of sex and sweat and Xico (she had a subtly different smell from other girls, because she was half-taliké) made it clear that there had definitely been a fuckfest, and I looked forward to experiencing it when I reabsorbed my clone. I opened the door to the bedroom, finding Xico snuggled into my clone's side. Her eyes flicked up to me as I entered the room, and she wore a soft smile - and a particularly lewd and sexy maid outfit, a thought that made Xico blush sharply. "You can snuggle me after I get rid of him," I told her. I reached out for the other me, fully intending to reabsorb him, my finger poking his chest, and-

Nothing happened. I frowned.

I planted my hand on his chest. Nothing happened, still.

"Get back in me, other Roger," I commanded. The man himself just shrugged.

"He's not... trying... not to," Xico offered. "O-oh, um... I can igoss with... both of you... that could help?"

"That's a really good idea, Xico," my clone said. "You're so smart." Xico blushed at that.

He was laying it on a little thick, wasn't he? Well, it wasn't like he was wrong. Xico was a smart young woman. Xico blushed even brighter at that, squeezing her eyes shut, and I felt her brain push up against mine, serving as a fluid conduit to my clone.

I could feel his thoughts, full of bubbly affection for Xico. It wasn't like the feeling was "wrong" or "out of character" - it did reflect how I felt about Xico, who mentally squeaked in delight at that thought - but it was lacking some other parts. For example, feeling vaguely guilty about fucking other women.

Of course, he had an immediate reply: he wasn't fucking other woman.

Xico noted she didn't mind me fucking other women at all. She was glad that it made me happy, and that I made them happy. The other Roger responded by cuddling Xico tighter, pulling her into a big hug, and I felt somehow jealous as Xico's tails wagged happily behind her, flipping up the skirt on her maid uniform. It also showed me her cute little butt, which excited certain thoughts in my brain, and Xico responded positively to those thoughts. My jealousy was rapidly being beaten out by my lust - I could figure out what was wrong with my clone tomorrow. Vanessa would probably unsummon him or something.

For now, there was a cute nineteen year old with a crush and a tight ass that she was practically begging me to stick it in. Her cheeks glowed, and she worried about the state of my dick in terms of lube, which I had to admit was a thought that somehow hadn't occurred to me, as eager to fuck maid-Xico as I was. My clone suggested that it'd be really fun when I got to remember maid-slave Xico, and once more I somehow became jealous of my own copy.

I went to the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of lube, then came back to the pair, who were still cuddling - though, my clone now had a boner again. Through the igoss, I'd gotten the impression he'd been too tired to keep going, but apparently somehow this situation made him hornier. Or maybe it was my own horniness, through the link? It wasn't like I hadn't been fucking already.

I - we - collectively pushed away those thoughts. It really didn't matter. What mattered was, Xico was the ultimate cutie, with her ultra-short maid skirt hiding nothing, especially right now, as her panties were lost somewhere that nobody could remember. I squirted out some lube on my finger, and then pushed it into Xico's asshole.

She shuddered in response, squirming on my finger subtly. "Nnn, ooo," she half-moaned, pleasure lighting up her brain, and cascading right into mine. She had various interesting thoughts about having a finger stuck up her butt, alien to the two-thirds majority of this mental conversation, since in this universe, anal sex was a girl's dream and a guy's 'gross, no thanks.' I guess I could see not wanting to root your fingers around in a girl's dirty butt, but Xico's butt seemed plenty clean to me.

My clone thought it didn't really matter if Xico's butt was dirty. It wasn't like I was going to eat without washing my hands or something.

My finger just kept wiggling around in there, occasionally coming out for a fresh coating of lube, until at last we all felt satisfied that Xico's ass was ready to handle it. (My clone was the last holdout, being overly concerned and protective of Xico, which was fair enough as she was adorable, and those thoughts had her blushing up a storm again, the heat in her cheeks feeling almost like it was in mine through the igoss.)

I rubbed a fresh dollop of lube all over my cock, and then lined up with her puckered little rosebud. Her body shivered in anticipation, and I could feel that anticipation too, the excitement of getting to do something dirty with your hot older boyfriend. It was sexy for me, too, having my cute and sexy younger girlfriend in a sexy maid outfit, her tails waggling excitedly behind her, and our desires bounced against each other, leaving my cock throbbing, needy, wanting to be pushed into Xico - so I did exactly that.

I groaned, the pleasure hitting me twice over, and then the Roger beneath Xico started to slide into her pussy too, making Xico squirm and gasp. Her fingers raked at the bed sheets beneath her, as the pair of us started to move our hips. My clone was more intense in his movements, forceful as he rocked his hips back and forth, while I had to take my time due to the tightness of Xico's ass - but, since we were both completely aware of her pleasure, it was easy to set a pace that made us all feel good.

Ordinarily, igossing with Xico was an intoxicating delight, and this was no exception - it was just an even stronger version of it. My clone never thought anything that annoyed me, or pushed me out of the moment - he was me, after all - so our thoughts could bubble and push against one another harmlessly. If anything, his thoughts were more to Xico's taste than my own, given his monomaniacal focus on the girl in question. He leaned up to kiss Xico on the lips, their mouths pushing against one another hungrily, and my cock furiously pulsed.

I didn't feel bothered at all by the kiss - both the mouths involved felt like my own, like I was the one making out with Xico, like Xico was making out with me. My hips thumped slowly and steadily inside of Xico, and the triple threat of pleasure was pushing all three of us towards an inexorable, inescapable conclusion. My clone and I had both been fucking a lot, and men had a harder time continuing to go after an orgasm, so when Xico first orgasmed in that position - which took maybe a minute, tops - we just groaned and twitched, our spirits willing but our flesh too weak to actually ejaculate inside her. The waves of pleasure washed over us, but as Xico's orgasm ended, the feeling of a denied orgasm was more intense - that tension when you get so close to the edge, but you don't quite go over it, so you're left desperate for more, practically drooling for it.

My cock throbbed inside Xico, and my clone and I both upped our paces, pumping inside her more frantically, more energetically. Xico moaned at the sensation, her pussy hungrily gripping at his cock, her asshole tightening up on mine. Her kiss got more eager and enthusiastic, tongues dancing around, and she wiggled her tails invitingly behind her, happy to have both our attention, happy to be wearing that sexy maid uniform that got me hard, happy and eager and enthusiastic and lusty, which only intensified my own lust.

When Xico came for the second time, my clone managed to come, groaning as he ejaculated inside her - but I didn't. Two thirds of us were experiencing the pure bliss of an orgasm, so it wasn't as annoying as it had been the first time, but I was left panting in the afterglow, a fresh patina of sweat clinging to my body as I gasped and panted atop her. The frustration of two near misses was intense, and Xico felt it more strongly than any of us, her empathetic nature - plus, probably, the fact that she was in the middle of the igoss - pushing her to start trying extra hard to get me to come inside.

Her thoughts turned into a frothy brew of all sorts of filthy ideas, and memories of what she'd been doing with my clone that left me so excited I couldn't hold back. I upped my pace significantly, momentarily uncaring about whether it felt good for Xico - though, luckily, it did, otherwise I would've also gotten the backwash on that. She moaned as I fucked her asshole harder, remembering her time in absolute, unflinching submission, calling forth the memory of emotions of pleasure and service that were so intense that even secondhand and remembered, they were exciting. I leaned down over her, kissing at her neck, as I upped my pace, just rutting away relentlessly.

My clone's cock inside her pussy was only half-erect, so her level of physical stimulation was lower, but both of us were really focused on getting me off at the moment, so it didn't matter too much. Xico tightened her sphincter around my cock, pushing back into me, as she slobbered and licked and kissed all over the inside of my clone's mouth, her focus completely on just giving herself over to lust and desire.

It didn't take too much of that for me to be pushed to the edge, and this time, as I hilted inside her, Xico and I both crested together, groaning as I unloaded in her asshole, Xico moaning happily as she felt me achieve release, happy to have freed me from the teasing of it.

I panted as I finished inside Xico, shuddering softly atop her - and then I pulled out and flopped onto my back on the bed, the mattress bouncing from my weight hitting it. Xico giggled a little, my exhaustion like a weight pressing down on me, and she broke off the kiss with my clone. "We can rest, Roger. We don't need to keep going all night. I'm tired too," she said, her words paired with emotions that said exactly the same thing.

"Oh, yeah," I breathed out; the exhaustion was so tangled up together it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended. "Fucking... feeling really tired," I said aloud, as much a waste of energy as talking to yourself. Xico curled up on my side, and my clone then decided to cuddle into her from behind, just wrapping his arms lovingly around her stomach as Xico herself rested her cheek on my chest.

It was fine. A nice cuddle pile. It was also a chance for Xico to experience a 'devil's threesome,' a term that she had to mentally translate because her grasp of English wasn't that good. (She made the counterargument that people in this universe didn't use that term, because the 'devil's threesome' was the standard female fantasy.)

Our igoss broke apart as we faded into unconsciousness, which didn't take much longer than it took to close my eyes.

* * *

I was the first to wake up, which made my brain wonder if Xico had been fucking my clone harder than I had been fucking Nora? That seemed unlikely, but given she was just lying there, looking cute as could be, a little puddle of drool forming on my chest, it was at least possible. Maybe some part of my power's enhanced metabolism gave me reduced need for sleep? Probably it was something like that, it was a superspeed power, after all.

I just laid there rather than getting up. My fingers idly played with Xico's hair.

Of course, there was a clone of me in the bed, and he was also asleep, but I just ignored him. I'd go to work, talk to Vanessa, and reabsorb him. The whole thing was just a bizarre magical accident she could probably fix quickly.

As I laid there, waiting for Xico to wake up, my thoughts did turn to Kate. I hadn't reabsorbed the clone I'd sent with her (given that I didn't remember having lots of threesome sex with the Kates), and I was pretty sure the only people in the apartment at the moment were me, Xico, the clone-for-Xico, and Bup. So the clone was... well, probably just fucking the Kates, actually.

I could definitely imagine what sort of stuff I'd get up to if I had the assignment of having marathon sex with the Kates. I'd rather not imagine it, though, and instead experience it, but I'd only get to do that when the spell ended, which it hadn't, so...

I'd definitely be getting Vanessa to fix whatever went wrong. I just laid there, waiting for Xico to wake up.

* * *

I laid on the bed, Sow curled into my side. Right now, Fuckpig was floating over my cock, her hands clamped behind her head, as she was forced to go up and down my cock, bouncing away. Her tits bounced and jiggled freely with each bounce - the only clothes she was wearing at this point were her choker and a blindfold. Her mouth just hung half-open, as she slid herself up and down continuously.

While fucking the pair of gorgeous masochistic, submissive superheroines, I'd realized that it was exhausting to do marathon sex with them - but there were ways to make it less exhausting for both of us. Kate's flying power meant she could just raise and lower her body on my cock without any exhaustion setting in, so once I'd gotten to the point of wanting a break, it was just a matter of casting the whole thing as an expression of 'submission,' and boom. I could have even more sex with Kate.

And Kate did look good like that, bouncing on my dick. Her sex was just oozing her juices all over my cock, a flush running down from her face to her tits. Her nipples were sharp and perky as she rose and fell on my cock, hot panting breaths escaping her throat. My hand reached up, casually groping her breast, and she gasped at the surprise touch, her whole body trembling in response. My hand then slid down her body, tracing out her gorgeous abs, and soon arriving at her groin, my fingertipss brushing along and down to her clit.

A sharp inhalation of breath was followed by a squeal of pleasure as I pinched her clit, and she moaned and jerked on my cock. I grabbed her by the hip, pulling her off my cock, repositioning her to one side. "Fuckpig came again, Sow," I told her, pretending to be annoyed rather than happy that my partner was orgasming. As far as sex was concerned, that kind of humiliation was what made Kate happy, after all. "She's such a quickshot. That makes sense, though. You are too." Both Kates flushed with color at the characterization. "Now," I said, putting one hand on her hip, "back on my cock, piggy."

"Oink, oink." Those words were more like a declaration of submission, than anything else - a way of nonverbally proclaiming her willingness to obey my every debauched whim. Like her twin, she was also wearing a blindfold, so I had to carefully guide her over to my dick - but the moment my tip brushed against her slit, she knew enough to manage to slide her whole body down my cock, moaning softly as she felt it penetrate her.

Her body was caked with sweat, her nipples hard, her inner thighs slick with her juices. I'd been making the pair go back and forth, again and again, dragging out the sex without actually coming myself. We'd been fucking for a solid hour without me orgasming once, and it wasn't for lack of trying. Once Sow had gotten herself positioned properly, her rhythm with my cock was much rougher than her twin's had been. She started to bounce up and down my cock. "Oink, oink," she gasped out, as she rutted atop me, her pussy drooling all over my cock. "Oink! Oink!"

One hand dragged Fuckpig over to rest next to me, letting her cuddle in just like her twin had been doing. My other hand reached up to casually slap Sow's tit, and she tightened up and slowed for a moment, her movements atop my dick almost coming to a stop. "Wow. Did you come just from having your tit slapped?" I said, my voice oozing contempt, making Kate somehow get even wetter around my cock.

"N-no, Master, no!" Her head shook rapidly, though she stopped bouncing on my dick to offer her defense. "I-I didn't come, really! I'm a good piggy, I didn't come."

"Really? You are just a huge quickshot," I said, casually groping her breast for emphasis, and she mewled softly as my fingers dug into the flesh of her tit. "But if you say you didn't come, then I'll trust you. You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Sow?"

"No! No, I wouldn't," she said, speaking with so much energy that I was honestly a little worried that she might have thought I was serious - if it wasn't for the fact that she immediately started to bounce on my dick again, using her flight to run that tight, muscular pussy of hers up and down my cock. "I'm a good piggy for Master, oink oink," she said, sounding actually delirious as she moved, rising and falling on my cock with an intense, manic, horny pace. "I never lie to Master, never ever," she breathed out.

Fuckpig opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, then opened it again - a cute and sexy little action, which made me grope her ass hard, earning a soft pant. "Something to say?"

"I-I'm sorry, f-for lying to you when we first met," she said, sounding on the verge of tears. "I promise, Master! I promise I'm a good piggy for you now, I won't ever lie to you again, I- I'll pay you compensation money for what I did wrong, Master, I'm- I'll do anything you say," she said, actually starting to blubber.

I gave her ass a smack to shut her up. "Do you think blubbering like that makes your master happy?" She shook her head rapidly. "No, it makes him sad. The fact that you were a bad girl before you met me just makes it more fun, to watch how much of a well-behaved little piggy you've become, Fuckpig," I told her, bopping her on the nose, then putting my finger into her mouth, letting her eagerly suck on it. "You do want to be a good piggy, right, Fuckpig?" She nodded around my finger, her tongue starting to lick at it, doing her best impression of fellatio as she slobbered all over it, growing increasingly enthusiastic as she worked it over, presumably mostly because it was the only thing she could really do at the moment, with her twin still bouncing on my cock.

Soon after that, Sow slammed her hips down my length and came, holding back a lewd, throaty moan as she came all over again, panting and gasping in response to the feeling. Her whole body trembled atop me, tits jiggling softly, her pussy going crazy - and combined with Fuckpig's eager finger-sucking, I went over the edge again, groaning as I unloaded inside her, my hips bucking up against her face.

Of course, I'd been fucking this pair for an hour, and before that, even longer, so my dick began to flag again. I just hooked a finger into Fuckpig's collar, a hand on Sow's hip, and guided both girls to lie in between my legs, their faces right next to my cock. They both tried to start to kiss, and lick, and suck my dick, struggling with their blindfolds still on to get me hard again, and I watched with a smile on my lips as Sow managed to start tonguing my balls, then Fuckpig found the side, sucking on it, sliding her lips up to the tip.

I'd been fucking the pair literally all night, though, and if there was ever an occasion for a guy to pass out after sex, it was then. I closed my eyes, fully intending to bask in the sensations, and instead just nodded off entirely, falling asleep as they continued to lick and suck.

I might have been unconscious and dreaming, but it wasn't like my brain was completely dead to the world outside. The feeling of their paired lips, combined with everything else, meant that my brain offered up what amounted to a fantasy scenario version of the same thing: the two Kates, in their hero outfits, kneeling in front of me, licking, lapping, and sucking on my half-erect cock, whimpering needily, begging for me to get hard again.

In the dream, there was a weird frustration that occurred, the contradiction between my need to continue dominating them, and the simple fact that my dick just would not get back up. In the dream, I had to say various degrading things to the pair: "You two are so bad at sucking cock, you can't even get a man hard? It's seriously pathetic. You're lucky I take pity on you two." Mostly, it was a way to buy time, at least in my head - in reality, I was at most mumbling as the Kates sucked my dick, until eventually they both gave up. At that point, in the dream I verbally berated them, and in reality they just passed out against me, all of us pretty exhausted from the marathon sex session.

* * *

"Vanessa, they're stuck," I said, gesturing to my Xico-clone. I'd checked on my Kate-clone, but he was passed the fuck out, and definitely didn't want to so much as stand up, much less make his way all the way to Star Heroic. "They're not unsummoning, or reabsorbing, or whatever."

"He's not?" She wiped at her face for a few seconds, then closed her eyes. "You did the things they were made for, right?"

"I definitely did a lot of them," my clone said, and Xico flushed a little.

"Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night," Vanessa said. "Just nightmares. Um." She pushed two fingers to her forehead. "I gotta find the original spell I cast, it's- whatever, there's not some clean fix or anything," she explained. "Like I can't just hocus pocus spell end. Sorry! I should be able to fix it, for real, it's just gonna take a bit. Uh. You're not developing a rebellious spirit or anything, are you?" Vanessa asked, squinting at my Xico-clone.

"I just want to spend time with Xico," my clone said. "She's just too cute to stay away from," he added, with a smile.

"That doesn't sound like a thing Roger would say," Vanessa said with a squint.

"Um..." Xico said, raising her hand. "He does... sometimes... think things... like that... well... dorky-cute things... he just... doesn't say them..." She fidgeted in a way that made it very obvious she wished I said them, and specifically, that she wished I said them constantly, all the time, to her. Her cheeks grew hotter at that thought, and her tongues nervously flicked out over her lips.

"Okay," Vanessa said, clapping her hands. "That sounds fine, then! I don't think anything bad should happen, if the spell lasts longer than expected..."

"You don't think?" I asked, a little worry entering my voice.

"I don't know! It's not like I cast this upcharged version of the spell all the time! But the worst thing that should happen would be, um, he disincorporates without you reabsorbing him."

"Oh... that would... be sad," Xico said. "I... want Roger... to also... remember the things... we did together," she said, her tails tangling anxiously behind her.

"Yeah. Yeah." Vanessa rubbed at her eyes again. "Okay. Just... let me think... um... the main thing that would burn you out would be trying to cast magic," she said, pointing at Roger. "Until I figure out how to fix it, I guess there's two Rogers."

"Three. The Kate one is also still around. He, uh, was asleep when I went to check on him."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. Three. Alright." She closed her eyes again. "Whatever, talking about this won't fix it, I just gotta find my notes," she said, heading off.

My clone leaned down towards Xico, who actually floated up. "Xico," he whispered - and didn't say anything else. Xico flushed, though, presumably picking up something from his head that made her wear a happy smile, her tails curling on either side of her, and he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, making her blush grow sharper.

I definitely did not feel jealous of my own clone.

Definitely.

Can you imagine how pathetic that would be?

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 97: Slave Xico Is Happy
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Xico fidgeted on the couch in Roger's apartment. She was wearing a maid uniform. It had been... altered, with some help from Mira, who knew a good tailor. She didn't have much in the way of cleavage, so the dipping neckline didn't do much, but the skirt was racy-short, and she thought the elbow-length gloves maybe made it sexy? If they didn't, she could always take them off.

Mira was sitting elsewhere in the room, idly texting with Tsuru, then flicked her gaze up to Xico. "Don't worry too much. Roger likes you."

"I know... that..." Xico mumbled, feeling a heat in her cheeks.

"What I mean is, when somebody likes you, they don't mind you doing nice things for them. Even if, somehow, it turns out he doesn't enjoy the maid play thing - which, you know from when I did it, that he doesn't - then he'll still be appreciative that you went out of your way to do it."

"Yeah... but I'm not as... sexy as you..."

"Guys don't-" Mira started, then stopped herself. Guys don't care about that. Except, Roger wasn't a normal guy. He was from an alternate universe where guys were like that. She let out a long breath. "When you like the person, they're sexier, no matter what. Roger likes you."

Xico nodded. She fiddled with the skirt to her maid uniform, taking a deep breath. Then she felt Roger's consciousness at the edge of her perceptions. She hesitated a moment before trying to listen to his thoughts, then:

I can't wait to see Xico. The maid slave thing with Mira was really fun - doing it with Xico will be even better. She's so cute.

Her cheeks heated up at those thoughts, a dopey smile appearing on her lips unbidden. Mira smiled out of the corner of her eyes. "So he's almost here, then?" She held out the choker to Xico, who took it, holding it in her hands. "You can put it on in advance, if you want."

"I'd... rather... do it... after he's here..." She wanted to really see him before she did it. Just a brief thing, to- to know it was him? That he wanted to be here? She couldn't quite put her finger on what, but getting a one-sided view of the inside of his thoughts definitely didn't feel quite right.

It didn't take too long for him to arrive, opening the door to his apartment. She hopped off the couch, turning to face him, nervously wringing her hands. She looks so good. She's so cute. Ah, she's not wearing the collar yet, so this is the real Xico- As he had those thoughts, he stepped towards her, and once he got close enough, he just took hold of her cheek and gave her a fierce kiss.

She was pretty much in heaven. Roger was being extra affectionate to her, in more ways than one, and she could feel the lust and desire boiling off him. I should double check if she still wants to do the collar thing. We can not do that if she wants. She shook her head hurriedly in response to that. That means she wants to do it? She nodded rapidly, her cheeks glowing as they just kept on making out like that.

Roger broke off the kiss at that point, letting out a long breath as he stared into her eyes. She nervously smiled up at him, glancing over her shoulder at Mira, who still had the collar.

Before she could grab it with her thiasyar, though, she was interrupted, Roger speaking up. "I want to igoss before anything else. I want to know you're completely happy to do this." Also, it'll be sexy to be igossing when you go under. Ah, you heard that, didn't you? She smiled and nodded, then reached out to his consciousness, feeling their thoughts intermingle.

She could feel all his emotions like they were her own - his excitement, his energy, his desire for her, his curiosity, his very high arousal. It wiped out pretty much all her concerns, being the center of his attention like this, feeling those thoughts and feelings washing over her as if they were her own. It felt so nice and fuzzy, that she wasn't sure Mira was right about her not wanting to do this a second time. After all, it would make him this happy, and she would also be happy, and she just wanted everybody to be happy all the time, so what would be the problem with doing it again?

Roger, obviously, pointed out that it wouldn't be the same once she actually had the collar on. While he was excited, he also respected and lo-

She blinked as that half-finished thought came through the link, her cheeks glowing instantly. He was about to think he loved her, right? Right?

They were still in the link, so he couldn't hide it. He was. He didn't mean it like a wife... but that was okay. Love was love. The tumble of thoughts on that subject was like an argument that took place inside both their heads, his feelings congealing and arguing at the same time, almost more like back when she was wrestling with her own feelings for him.

He liked her. Loved her. But, still, not the way she loved him. He loved her in a lot of senses, some less fun than others. He loved her like a friend; like a comrade; like a best friend; like a childhood friend... also, kind of like a daughter or student, because she was younger than him so he worried about her as an older person worries about any kid.

Though, to be clear, not in the way that would make it unethical to fuck your brains out.

The feelings were intense - but also, just like him, she kind of didn't want to deal with them right now! She reached out with her thiasyar, grabbing the collar from Mira and finally pulling it up towards her throat. She took one anxious breath, that feeling shared between her and Roger, and then snapped it into place.

They both stood there, expectantly.

Um. It didn't do anything.

"Mira?" Xico asked.

"It'll take a couple seconds to boot up."

As if that had been the go, she felt the collar crash into her consciousness. She didn't try to fight it, just letting it wash over her. It was sort of like letting Roger's feelings wash over her, in that it felt nice to give in. A warm, pleasant bath of feelings rolling around the inside of her skull. A sauna of love. More than just love, of course, there was also an intense, happy need to please Roger. To make him happy. Through the igoss she could tell that Roger could feel her new feeling like that, could feel his arousal spike in response, and that made her happy, which made Roger hornier, which made him just hurriedly rush to take out his cock.

His firm and glorious manhood, which it was her duty to worship and service, practically burst free into the open air, and she felt her mouth get wet at the sight of it, considering blowing him, then remembering that he didn't like it when she did that while they igossed and immediately dismissing the thought.

"Actually, right now, I'd feel in the mood to do everything with you," Roger said, his voice dripping with so much arousal it sent her head into a spin. "Let's start with that, in fact," he said, gently patting her cheek. "After all, you were such an eager beaver for it that it was the first thought in your mind. Plus, then you don't have to get out of that dress." He spoke out loud, but she didn't need him to - she was inside his head at the moment, able to tell his every word was sincere. She was already dropping to her knees the moment he finished the word 'in fact', and he didn't have time to finish the sentence before her lips softly wrapped around his cockhead.

Roger really liked blowjobs, she knew that, so she was happy and eager to give him one while igossing. Her momentary concern that maybe he would change his mind vanished as she felt the sensations he was feeling. Her tongues came to life inside her mouth, caressing his cockhead in all sorts of new ways that she'd never been able to before, figuring out exactly what he liked as her tongues slithered this way and that. Perhaps he really liked her more like this? She'd happily stay like this if it made Roger happy. Her tails batted at the air behind her as he reached down to pet her, and she felt his soothing emotions, telling her that she was wonderful as his mind controlled sex slave and as his cute younger lover too.

If she hadn't had the collar on, she would have swooned from just being called his younger lover - which he'd meant in the sense of girlfriend, wife, sweetheart, but trying to avoid formalizing it because he also liked fucking other women and Nora in particular. She didn't mind, though. She lovingly caressed the crown of his cock with her tongues, sweetly suckling on it, cheeks intermittently hollowing as she intensified and then released the suction. Whatever made Roger happy made her happy, and if it made him happy to string her and Nora along because he couldn't decide between the two of them, then she was perfectly glad to be strung along.

His cock actually twitched at those thoughts, a guilty pang of arousal making him throb in her mouth. She happily slurped all the harder. There was no reason to feel guilty. She knew what he was doing. So did Nora. They were adults. They just both loved Roger so much they were willing to wait, to try to earn his affection. One tongue delicately slithered along his slit, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her mouth, threatening to erupt at any moment, but she hadn't even taken him deeper into her mouth, her lips locked only an inch or so down. She could feel the various thoughts Roger had about coming too quickly, and tried to reassure him even as she slowed her blowjob - and when she felt he was reassured, she slid down his whole length.

Her nose pressed into his pelvis as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside her throat. He was groaning, incoherent with pleasure, and she felt the burst of ecstasy as he started to ejaculate straight down her throat. His orgasm was like her own, feeling just as sweet - sweeter, really, since in her current mental state she only wanted him to be happy with her. Her thoughts clouded over as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him coming.

Then he peeled her off his cock, her tails beating happily behind her as he loomed over her, his dick pulsing in the air. His eyes dove into her body beneath him, enjoying the sexy maid outfit she was wearing, and her heart happily fluttered as he ate her up with his eyes. His cock twitched in front of her face, and she softly exhaled against it, her tongues coming out to lick and slobber all over the side of his cock, sliding across his length in longing movements that showed just how much she loved his taste. She could feel his happiness in her service, and that was all she needed to be perfectly, completely, content - utterly content with everything in the whole world, able to completely forget any stress or problem.

The only problem she could ever have, right now, was that she hadn't done a good enough job sucking Roger's cock, and the fact that she was igossing him made that easy to avoid. Her first ever igoss-blowjob - that thought made her feel momentarily awkward, worried she'd thought something that would put him off (the worst thing to do), but his feelings didn't miss a beat, and he reassured her without hesitation.

There was a pleasant satisfaction in serving him while igossing. She never had to worry he was hiding anything from her. She could instantly learn his likes and dislikes - even when he was learning them himself. He'd gotten plenty of blowjobs, but only one girl he knew had six tongues, and only now had she been able to use them while igossing, and those thoughts just made her heart soar.

She was a good slave for her master, a good girl for her man, a good fellatrix for his cock. A unique one, too, unlike Nora and Kate and Jill and all the other girls. She didn't mind if her master fucked other women - even when she wasn't wearing the collar - but she wanted to be special, and being able to do this special thing was incredibly nice.

There was the faintest tinge in Roger's thoughts that maybe she should get to actually sucking his cock, and she instantly slid up to the tip, tongues dancing around, slithering every which way along his length, as she slowly but surely gulped his cock all the way down. She was his perfect, happy slave, and she could read and feel all his thoughts, so of course she could (and would) reply to his every preference and desire. Her tongues danced around his cock, caressing his cock with a loving corkscrew motion, and he just groaned by way of reply, one hand running through her hair.

He contemplated grabbing her pigtails for a moment, and she would have happily let him - but that brief mind-to-mind contact led him to the obvious conclusion that he simply didn't have to. She could feel his every whim. She closed her eyes, focusing her entire will on what felt good for him, her entire being existing for one purpose - and her pace changed as she moved up and down his cock.

Her mouth slid along his length at the pace that he wanted most. He didn't even have to think about it consciously. She could feel her mouth around his cock too: she experienced his pleasure almost exactly as he experienced it. She could just place her hands on Roger's thighs and start to bob. It was as if she was jerking herself off with her own mouth, so she could perfectly control the sensations and pace, unrivaled by anybody else. He groaned in response to the feelings, his cock throbbing and pulsing in her mouth, and he wanted to take his time, so she slowed her pace, just as you might slow down how quick you were masturbating when you got too close to the edge.

Sleek, smooth, thorough fellatio - that was her mission right now, the thing that entirely engulfed her consciousness. Her focus was utterly on that one, single thing, her wet lips smoothly sliding up and down the hard cock in her throat. She set the pace perfectly and exactly, slowing down when Roger got too close, speeding up when he was ready and eager for more. Her tongues caressed his most sensitive parts with the same ease that he would have found them on his own, because in a sense, that's exactly what she was doing. She could feel every tingle, every tremble, every spasm of his cock, and her tongues could seek it out to do more and better.

It was incredibly perfect. She could tell what her master wanted, and do it, and she was instantly rewarded with the pleasure that came from it. That pleasure washed right back over her master, too. Each wet, hot breath of her lips around his cock left her tingling and horny, her nipples scraping against her top, but right now was about his pleasure - and, honestly, it was her pleasure too.

In a way, it was her first time ever receiving a blowjob. It felt like she was getting the blowjob just as much as for him, and when he'd orgasmed earlier, she'd shared in his perfect pleasure. She panted as she pulled off his cock altogether, his length throbbing in the air, slick with her spit, his taste still on her tongues as her fingers reached up to jerk him off. She just looked up at him, a smile on her lips, happy to be right there on her knees for her master, happy to make him happy.

"Kinda weird for you to be so quiet," Mira said, breaking the spell of their focus on one another. Roger pivoted his head to look at her, and Xico felt his momentary burst of mindless irritation. "Oh, sorry, thought you were taking a break." She glanced back at her phone. "I have to be here, but I do like blowjobs, so I can join in, if you want." Xico could feel Mira's arousal, which was much stronger than she was letting on - she loved blowjobs, so she had, in fact, been watching in quiet arousal the whole time. (Xico hadn't been paying attention until now, because her attention was entirely on Roger.)

Xico and Roger shared thoughts back and forth for a moment, and it was pretty much impossible to tell Xico's thoughts from her master's. Right now, she was a happy extension of all his desires. One of them thought it would be sexy for Xico to speak for Roger, as if he were too lazy to bother to speak for himself, and the pulse of his cock in her hand told her that he certainly agreed with whoever it was. "Master... doesn't need to... talk, or make noise. I can feel... all his thoughts." Her lackluster English skills were still a problem, but the twitchy cock in her hand told her that Roger didn't mind. "Sucking his cock..." The blowjob with Xico was great, obviously, but Roger was always happy to have sex with new attractive women, and Mira was right there, offering to suck his dick.

The thought of using her as a contrast came to mind, and Roger approached, Xico not rising to her feet, but instead using her thiasyar to push up against the ground, invisibly crawling alongside him, but to outward appearances, looking like she was floating while kneeling. His cock bobbed in the air as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to Xico, who drank deeply of its scent, just like he'd intended. He smelled so nice. His cock pulsed. "Master wants you... to remain... in that position," Xico explained on his behalf. "He wants you to act... bored."

Mira quirked one eyebrow. "Not your normal thing. I assume you're still sticking the cock in my mouth, though?" She asked, glancing at it as it came closer.

"That's right," Xico said. Roger just took hold of the base of his cock, and slapped it casually against Mira's face, making her blink. Her feelings were some mix of annoyance and horny, a woman being teased when she just wanted sex. "Master wants you... to open your mouth," she said, and Mira did actually do that, her mouth falling open. Roger just casually slid his cock into Mira's mouth.

With her acting so disinterested about the whole thing, obviously, Xico's blowjob was much better - but it was exactly that contrast that her master wanted. He sighed as he pushed his dick ever deeper into Mira's mouth, hand on the back of her head, her throat swelling to accommodate his girth. She was an experienced fellatrix, and her tongue was getting into it, putting her knowledge of Roger's body to good use.

For a moment, Roger considered if Xico minded him becoming distracted with Mira's mouth - but only for a moment, because Xico didn't mind anything Roger did. So long as her master was making himself happy, she would gladly sit in the corner, her tails wagging behind her, and smile. Roger's cock throbbed and pulsed inside of Mira's mouth, as he gently guided the woman up and down his cock, Mira even shifting her phone to pretend to look at it.

She was only pretending, of course, but in a way, knowing that just made it sexier. Roger had the thought that he was using Mira's mouth to clean his cock off, while Mira thought of it more as a minor roleplay scenario, a sexy 'emotionless sex' sort of thing. Xico just smiled, enjoying the show, and even the sensation of Mira's mouth around Roger's cock, able to feel it like she was on the receiving end, which kept her intensely aroused.

At that point, Roger pulled out of Mira's mouth with a wet pop. She blinked a few times in response, but Xico knew what Roger wanted, and she repositioned herself before he just casually slid his cock straight into her mouth. He started to pump his hips back and forth, and she moved alongside him, smoothly bobbing along his cock, her throat idly swallowing around his dick. Her tongues danced in just the ways she'd learned he liked, and it took no time at all for him to erupt, spraying hot cum all over the inside of her mouth, letting her taste him properly this time, eagerly gulping it down even as he continued to blow his load.

Once he was finished coming, he simply popped out of her mouth, leering at her. She felt a heat cross her cheeks, simultaneously rising from her core - he wanted to fuck her, right now. He wanted to be in the bedroom faster. She hurriedly grabbed him with her thiasyar, gently hefting him into the air, and pushed the two of them to his bedroom, seeming to basically bolt into the bedroom. Mira considered following the two of them, then decided to give them their space, and Xico hurriedly positioned herself on the bed in the most appealing fashion for Roger, spreading her legs eagerly.

She felt a pang of annoyance at her past self for choosing to wear panties, making it take Roger that much longer, and she used her hands, legs, and thiasyar to hurriedly peel the unwanted obstacles to Roger's cock away, tossing it off against the wall with one powerful jerk of her thiasyar, leaving her sex exposed beneath the ultra-short skirt of her maid uniform. Her nipples ground against the inside of her top, her arousal having reached a fever pitch alongside Roger's own, her thoughts an endless chorus of arousal and desire. Roger was similarly horny, and his cock just slammed into her without hesitation.

She moaned as he entered her. She wondered if, with how rough he was being, she would have been bothered by it without the igoss - no, that wasn't right, Roger wondered that, but she didn't know or care. It felt amazing, being suddenly filled up, and she was sure she was plenty wet for him already, a thought he readily accepted as he gripped her thighs.

From the shared space of their minds, she could tell that he wanted to hear her dirty talk, as he started to jackhammer inside her. Only sincere words, but also only things she normally would never say. "I'm your slave, Master," she breathed out. Were those the first words since she put on the choker? It didn't matter. "I belong to you... I'm your property... you own me... I want to be... owned by you... it makes me... happy..." Her English skills were so lackluster, even tumbling around inside of Roger's head didn't fix that. She should have studied English harder so she could speak fluently and eagerly, so she could have praised him and his cock and his ownership of her. "I love you..." Ah, she would have said that anyway. "I love being... owned by you... I'm happy... that my master... is kind..."

Roger groaned at that, hilting inside her. He strained not to come, but she didn't have any reason to do the same, and so she did, coming on his cock, letting out a moan of pleasure, her body spasming around his cock. He went cross-eyed as her pussy spasmed hungrily around his cock, as she did her level best to milk him dry, her lips wide open, her tongues dancing freely inside her mouth, modulating the sounds of pleasure that escaped her throat.

When her orgasm finished, they were both panting and trembling on the bed. Roger, because he had just barely held back from orgasming, despite their link; Xico, because she'd just had one of (the?) most intense orgasms of her life, panting as she stared up at her beloved master. "You are... good... and kind... and loving... and thoughtful... I know... you are... cynical and think... that I only think... that because you... because I love you... but it is true... you are sweet..."

"I used Vanessa's magic to clone myself," he confessed.

She smiled up at him. "I know, Master... I knew... right away... when we igossed... but, it's nicer, actually... you get focused... when you're a clone... it's... umm..." Rothka? What is English for it? Joyous, Roger provided, as his best guess. "Joyous. You're... you're only thinking... of me..." Her hands reached up to caress his cheek. "Please, Master, keep fucking your... maid slave," she said, a small smile appearing on her lips.

His cock furiously throbbed inside her, his arousal spiking as she acted a little more like her normal self. He grabbed her thighs tight, twisting them up, tossing her ankles onto his shoulders, and then began to piston inside her with reckless intensity, the bed shaking beneath them, squeaking as she just got relentlessly pounded like that.

Their pleasures merged and pressed against one another, both easily and smoothly fitting together. She relished being used by him, her body made a temple to his service; he relished using her, relished her love, her submission, her willingness, her eagerness. There was just a pleasure that went back and forth between them, an intoxicating thing that left higher thoughts difficult. Any time one of them would start to form a thought smarter than This feels good, a wave of pleasure would crash over both of them, lost in their shared sensations.

It took Roger no time at all to come like that for the first time, and both of them crested over that tidal wave together, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Roger grasped her by the hair, tugging her into a fierce kiss, and her tongues slithered into his mouth happily, sliding along his gums, his teeth, his palate, tasting him, enjoying the flavor of his spit. Her thoughts were a bubbling froth of pleasure, as she just got relentlessly, brutally fucked.

He orgasmed inside her three times before his body ran out of energy, his thick fluids sloshing about in her eager, tight sex, and he pulled out of her, panting heavily. His gorgeous body was lightly slick with sweat, and she leaned up, her tongues teasing his bare skin, tasting him, relishing his flavor. He let out a gentle pant of pleasure, one hand coming up to caress her head, brushing his fingers through her hair as she licked and lapped at her master's bare body. He enjoyed the thrill of being naked while she was wearing just a sexy maid uniform, and she enjoyed the taste of his bare flesh in its own right, her love for him making even his salty sweat delicious.

Eventually, her tongues finished their work, having descended down towards his navel, but his cock failed to surge to life again, not even with some gentle, loving licks. He let out a sigh, glancing at his watch. "Ha... it's been an hour and a half, Xico. That means we're only a quarter of the way through."

She knew the moment he glanced at the time on his watch, but she nodded. He gently placed his thumb on her lower lip, offering it to her to suckle, seeming to find that idea erotic, and she dutifully did exactly as directed, suckling on his thumb, tasting him as she looked up at him. He then got up, leaving her on her hands and knees on the bed as he headed to the bathroom. "I'm going to wipe my dick off, then try out the Coolidge Effect."

That was a sexual phenomenon where men became more physically capable of having sex again when they were presented with a novel female. (If it existed here, it was called something different in this universe, she was pretty sure; Calvin Coolidge had never been President here.) In other words, he was going to try using Mira as a fluffer.

There was a pleasant little hum deep in Xico's heart at that thought. She probably would normally feel bad for Mira being used that way, but right now, her whole world was Roger, and Roger wanted to fuck her some more, and to do that he was going to use the beautiful, world-famous billionaire's mouth to get himself hard again.

She decided to kneel and follow after him, pushing along with her thiasyar. He approached Mira, who looked up from her phone, just quirking her eyebrow at the pair of them, wondering if they were finished or something else. "Master needs you... to get him hard... so he can... fuck me some more."

Mira snorted, pushing her tongue against her cheek. "You're lucky you're such a sweetie-pie normally, Xico, or I'd be pissed about you saying something like that." She gestured for Roger to come over, reaching out with her hand for his still-flaccid cock. She gently teased and played with it, thumb running along the underside of his cock, then leaned forward, wrapping his lips around his cockhead. Xico shuddered at the sensation - Roger was still quite sensitive - and Mira hummed with interest as she found his hard-on failing to materialize. She slurped his entire soft cock into her mouth, tongue dancing around, at first gently, then hungrily, licking and lapping and twisting her head.

Roger cared about her thoughts, so Xico read them: she liked the novelty of sucking a flaccid dick, and the fact that Roger was continuing to let her blow him; but she simultaneously disliked the fact that he still hadn't gotten hard, which was like a challenge to her. She put down her phone, getting down on her knees in front of Roger (where she belonged, Xico mentally noted), and wrapped her hands around his ass cheeks, getting all the more frantic and energetic in her cocksucking.

Roger grew hard inside her mouth, and decided to let her continue to suck until she was satisfied, which meant Xico patiently waited, trembling faintly as Mira gave everything she had into sucking Roger's cock... then she finally popped off. "I'm only here to make sure you don't make her get an ass tat or something," she said, more to remind herself than Roger. Xico would absolutely get any tattoo Roger asked for, and was annoyed that this woman presumed to tell her she couldn't. Roger didn't agree with Xico's impression, though, so she quieted it.

She then cradled Roger in her arms and carried him back to the bedroom, laying him out on the bed - he had been on top last time, and he'd definitely worked up a sweat, so it was now her turn to do the same. She clambered up onto his lap, pausing for just a moment to confirm he'd rather her pussy than her mouth right now (he would) then slammed herself down his cock, letting out a hot breath as he speared her. He felt so good inside her, and she felt so good around him, his size and her tightness working together. She pushed down against the bed with her thiasyar, lifting herself up into the air, starting to bounce on his cock.

He wanted it hard - he'd been going at it hard, when he'd been on top - and she saw no reason not to give him exactly what he wanted, using her legs and thiasyar both to push herself up and down his cock, ramming away with intensity, her pussy hungrily gripping and squeezing on his cock as pleasure raced up her spine. The feeling of him inside her, of him filling her up, of everything, was so good, so intense - the only thing that kept her from coming immediately was the fact that she had already come quite a few times already.

She pounded herself up and down his cock recklessly, relentlessly. Her thoughts became more and more of a confused fog of pleasure, just a bubble of desire and arousal, Roger's sensations and hers mixing together in her head. She slowed down to try to drag it out, following Roger's impulses, starting to fuck his cock in much the same way she'd sucked his cock, angling herself and setting her pace just right. The physical sensation of her pussy was as important as that of his cock, since they could both feel both, and soon she'd found an angle that seemed to maximize both as much as possible, and was lovingly grinding up and down at a pace set by Roger, like he was jerking himself off with her body, but without even needing to touch her.

As if that thought were a starting gun, Roger leaned up, kissing and sucking on her neck, lapping at her collar bone, hands caressing her breasts. The pair of them tried to avoid coming, to drag it out, but it was inevitable that they soon orgasmed in that position, Xico moaning loudly, Roger groaning into her neck, as he unloaded a third splatter of cum inside her.

When his orgasm finished, he took several long and deep breaths, and Xico quietly rested atop him, closing her eyes and focusing on his feelings.

Luckily, he still had a boner, so they could keep going when he was ready, which they did.

* * *

Xico's maid outfit was completely a mess of sweat, and torn in several places, as she laid atop her master, cheek pressed into his chest, their bodies sticking to one another. He casually pet her, a show of gentle affection that made her smile and hum, nuzzling deeper against him.

There was a click noise, and the collar came off, a faint, ugly burning smell accompanying it. Both of them let out a simultaneous, alien groan, as Xico's normal personality came back in charge, the shift back feeling strangely more discontinuous. Roger grabbed the choker and tossed it against the wall to try to get rid of the stink of it, then went back to cuddling her.

"...did you... like it?" She asked, stupidly. Especially stupid because she was igossing with him, so she knew he did, but she felt like she should say something.

"I did. It was a lot of fun. But what made it special was that it was you."

Every sappy word was sincere. She wanted to avoid the heart-racing/aching that came with that sort of line, so she tried to remind herself that he was just a clone... but, she knew they were also, part of, his real feelings.

She snuggled against him tighter, just closing her eyes, wanting this moment to last forever.

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