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I held Cass's unmoving body in my arms. She felt cold, bitterly so. The front of her armor had a hole shaped like a human hand, pierced right through. Her eyes were closed like she was asleep.
I'd tried to help Cass - suggested that Julia could pretend to be her, come in full armor to hide her identity, let her play dead when Lady Shiva. Cass had rejected that. Try to get her boosted by Haruhime - she'd accepted that, but as it turned out, Uchide no Kozuchi didn't have enough range or duration for her to get to the fight. Something I'd only found out after she'd left. She didn't come back to refresh it or reorganize the plan. Maybe it was because she wanted to face her death standing upright, or maybe it was just that she figured that Lady Shiva would kill Haruhime if the renard was present. Whatever it was, Cass wasn't the sort of girl to follow such circuitous, protective plans. I knew that. It had cost her her life.
Just holding her made me feel numb. I reached for her cheek, softly running my fingers across it. This was a world with an afterlife, one based on virtue. Surely she'd gone to the best of all afterlives? Surely she was good enough for that? I glanced towards the Tower of Babel, wondering if Freya would follow her up, like she'd threatened to do for Bell in the original timeline.
Then I felt something, where her body was cradled against my chest. A single pump of blood. Singular, slight. Not healthy or regular at all. But with the senses of a Level Four, there was no mistaking it. I rose to my feet hurriedly, carrying her in my arms.
"Drake, I-" Finn began.
"She's alive," I said, not hesitating for a second as I started to move towards Airmid, carrying Cass as fast as my feet would take me.
Finn caught up to me in short order, looking at Cass's unconscious body, then up at me. "I can carry her fast-" was as far as he got before I hurriedly handed Cass off to him. He let out a small chuckle. "I'll-"
"Go," I said, my voice sharp, and he nodded in reply, increasing his speed, his short legs seeming no obstacle as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, scanning for the destination. I followed after him in a rush, but he had the advantage, and it took me a full minute to catch up to him. He'd already laid Cass down in a bed, and Airmid loomed over her, fingers pressed into the girl's throat. Her expression was thin and distant - and then she blinked, presumably as Cass's heart pumped again.
"That is very strange," she said, while I just restrained the urge to yell at her and tell her what to do. "A pulse that severely depressed... her body is cold..." she muttered to herself.
"The surface of her body is cold, the body naturally retains heat towards the core," I said, only remembering that because of the fascinating phenomenon of paradoxical undressing, where people dying of cold took off their clothes as that process broke down and sent heat flooding to the extremities.
"Yes, yes. I've never seen an... injury? Poisoning? Like this..." She raised her hands over Cass. "Healing droplets, tears of light, eternal sanctuary. Compose a medicinal hymn-three hundred, sixty, and five. The melody of the healer's almanac saves all things. Come, destruction of evil. The burial of wounds, interment of disease. Curses be gone in the light of vitality. In the name of all that is holy - I heal you!" Beautiful green light surrounded Cass and Airmid both, providing them both with a faint glow, just like when Airmid had tried healing Filvis earlier. I stared in quiet contemplation at Cass's body, desperately hoping for her to come through.
"Should I try chest compressions?" I asked Airmid. She was closer to a doctor than I was, but this was an otherwise largely High Middle Ages/Renaissance society, so I figured even some background medical knowledge might be decently helpful.
"Oh," she said, in a way that said I was reminding her of something she knew, rather than saying something she didn't. "Yes, that might be helpful."
I began humming Stayin' Alive while ramming my palms as hard as I could into the space between Cass's nipples.
Elsewhere, Loki barged in on me in one of my bedrooms. "Oy, oy!" She said, grabbing me by the upper arm. "God just went up in smoke, inside Knossos," she said.
"I know," I said in that body.
"Yeah, and we gotta figure out which one it was! It was probably Enyo, nobody should've been in Knossos other than that prick! This's our chance!"
My emotional state wasn't the best - even across six bodies, all of them were completely focused on whether Cass would recover, and this was definitely an annoying distraction. "Why are you coming to me?"
"Because you have five bodies free right now! We gotta figure out who just lost their powers! Tain't us, of course, but that leaves a whole buncha options. I'm thinking we should check out Hermes, Dionysus, and Ishtar."
"I'm pretty sure it's not Ishtar. Besides, who's even left? Phryne got eaten by an Amphisbaena, and the rest joined Rohini or you."
"Not all of 'em! Some of them joined other familias, you know. And some of 'em probably didn't join any!"
"Cass is literally in a hospital bed right now, Loki," I said. "I can't focus on anything else."
"Thought your bodies could focus on different stuff?" Loki asked, seeming confused.
"Loki, if I didn't have a different body currently in the hospital, would I still be focused on whether my wife, who I love very much, is going to die or not?"
"Ahh... sorry, then," Loki said. "I'll go bother somebody else. Rei!" She shouted, as she left my bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Rei, you little gremlin, where are you?!"
I just turned my attention back to Cass. Or, really, back to nail biting on whether Cass would survive or not, as my other body continued its chest compressions. "Please, live," I said, a quiet thing spoken under my breath. All the while, we were bathed in green light.
It took probably a full minute for me to hear her breathe - a whisper of a thing, but audible to me. I let out a sigh of relief, and Airmid leaned in, pressing her fingers against Cass's throat. "Pause," she told me, and I stopped the chest compressions. After a couple seconds, she nodded. "You can stop now," she said, and I pulled my hands away, simply collapsing into a nearby chair. She looked down at Cass's still-unconscious body, placing her hand over the mouth, reaching for one of the hands, doing all kinds of things I didn't really understand. "There may be brain damage," she warned me. "My magic can't heal that."
"I understand," I said. I suddenly felt the actual ache in my arms - chest compressions were supposed to be using as much force as you could, and I was a Level Four to Cass's Level Five, so I'd really pushed myself there. I scooted my chair over to Cass's side, gently taking her hand in mine, and waited for her to wake up.
* * *
Sandra kept her pulse at a cold minimum, ignoring the numb sensation that began to creep down from her fingertips as Ein sobbed and wept and wailed. It was hard to believe they were some other familia's child, given how they responded to their god's death, but mostly, Sandra just grew annoyed at the being's continuous screeching. If anyone should have been upset by the whole situation, it should have been Sandra - she had just killed a god, after all. There were very long punishments for such things.
That god had asked for her to kill her daughter, though. She wasn't the sort of woman who meekly accepted such orders, even if she could pretend to be.
She would just have to count on Sekhmet to protect her in the hereafter. Or at least, to save her, post-damnation.
She laid there, her breathing so shallow that it could be mistaken for the last wheezes as the pressure in the lungs equalized with that outside them, her pulse so slow and quiet that even Ein's senses couldn't pick it up. She wished the Evilus member would just leave her be.
"What am I... what should I..." The incessant burbling just never ended. Sandra was growing frustrated, but she was not the sort of person to let that frustration rule her. Once Ein finished, then Sandra would escape out through the hole Enyo's passing had torn out of Knossos, stretching up to the stars above. Even after healing, she would be less one eye, but it ultimately was also a reminder that she had gotten too cocky. She had assumed that Ein was powerless with their god dead, and that assumption had cost her her eye. She wouldn't forget the lesson.
Eventually, the weeping figure rose to their feet again, pulling away the mask for just a moment, noisily sniffing as they wiped at their face. By the noises, would have guessed a female, but all she could hear was the breathing, and Ein was facing away from her at that moment, so she couldn't be sure. "Lord Enyo... I'm sorry... I can't do this without you..." Given Enyo was a god, and thus had presumably contributed nothing, Sandra found that hard to believe - but it was fine if Ein had deluded themselves into that. Enyo appeared to be a colossal moron and a dangerous one at that. If Ein was uninterested in continuing his work, all the better.
Ein left at that point, moving with slouched shoulders and a haggard, almost drunken walk, like one might when heading to one's execution. After waiting a full ten minutes, mentally counting out the seconds, Sandra let her heart pump freely.
She didn't let out a cry of agony as the blood rushed through her system again, as dying nerves were reignited with life, but she was sorely tempted. She laid there for a while longer, quietly twitching in place as her body did its best to heal its damaged materials, and then finally pushed herself to her feet, the ache from broken ribs even more powerful now that her entire body felt like it was immolated. She stifled all the pain, mashing it down inside her, and placed one foot against the appropriate wall of Knossos, then a hand against a brick, beginning to pull herself up even as her body screamed in agony with every movement of her muscles.
Luckily, the only people at the hole were a few low Level members of the Ganesha familia, more monitors than actual guards, so Sandra had no real difficulty evading them without even being seen.
She hoped that Cassandra - that Cass - was okay. She would have revived the girl from that paralytic strike herself, but - well, she didn't imagine that she would have to spend nearly so long lying on her side in Knossos. If Ein hadn't sat there, wailing incoherently, then she would have been able to return to her daughter to undo what she had done to her in time.
* * *
Cass laid in a pool of water, staring up at the sky. She was floating atop it. Her arms stretched out to other side, like she was trying to hug the sun. She was comfortable. There was a quiet peace that reigned over everything here. She could rest and relax.
She had protected the people of Daedalus. She had protected Drake. She had protected Haruhime.
She had done everything that she could. There wasn't anything left to be done. She couldn't do anything else.
She hadn't imagined that dying would be so pleasant. She hadn't really... believed in an afterlife. She had seen people die, and not just by her own hand. When they perished, it was like nothing. Just out. Gone. Missing. Like wood that's been burned. There wasn't wood left, at the end of it. Just ashes.
Dead, to her, had always meant gone. Emptied out. All the things that made people, people, went missing when they died. Water poured down the drain.
But here, floating on this endless ocean, she could imagine that they had just left.
It brought a smile to her lips. All the people she had seen die were really okay. Even the one... even the one she had killed, she was okay too. She hoped that she forgave Cass. Cass was really sorry. She had tried to make up for it, but she couldn't take it back, even though she wanted to.
"Cass," came Drake's voice, a soft yet hopeful whisper, and she turned to the source. He wasn't there. She frowned a little. His hand squeezed hers, and she looked down at her hand, finding his fingers holding onto hers. She stared at it curiously, his hand seeming to burst free from the surface below - and then he pulled her down, dragging her under the surface of the water, a gasp escaping her lips, bubbles frothing up towards heaven as they left her lips, and she was dragged back to reality.
Her eyes opened, flicking around the room. Drake. Airmid. Noriko. Finn. "Oh, thank God," Drake breathed out, leaning in to give her a sudden, surprise hug, holding her tight against him, just squeezing her with intense, compressive, desperate force. She hugged him back. "I love you, Cass," he said, his voice full of intense emotion.
She gave him a small pat on the back. "I love you... too."
"It's good to see you've recovered," Finn said. He patted her on the shoulder. "I have to go before a certain Amazon decides my remaining here suggests anything untoward," he said, hopping off his chair. "Still. It appears that the situation with Knossos has resolved itself, at least, Cassandra. I do wonder if there's a connection between your... well, regardless. I wish you the best health."
Noriko spoke up next. "I am glad you are alive, Cass, as you are Drake's wife, and as his head wife, I hope for all Drake's wives to be happy, which you cannot be if you are not alive."
At that phrase, Cass started to cry. Drake just held her tighter, not knowing what had upset her.
* * *
Filvis sat outside the city. She stared at the walls from afar, still feeling numb.
What was she supposed to do now?
She knew they would discover that Dionysus was Enyo. She would be the most suspicious person in the entire familia, as the captain. She couldn't join a new familia of her own, given her lack of a falna.
Now that Dionysus was gone, now that that connection was severed, what was she supposed to do? Carry on his work? She knew that was stupid. She had always known it was stupid. She had just suppressed those feelings out of loyalty.
Like a well-beaten bride. The thought rang in her head like a bell, bouncing across both sides of her skull.
Drake would be suspicious of her. That stung more than her own familia's hatred of her, which would only intensify as they learned Dionysus's true nature. She curled herself into a ball, wrapping her arms around her knees, as she stared at Orario. Tears swam in the corners of her eyes.
What was she supposed to do?
She was so stupid. So pathetic. So disgusting. She had done this to herself, if at Dionysus's behest. She could have told someone at any time, and she hadn't. She had just done what she had told. She had lived in a ridiculous state of self-delusion, and now all that had come back to destroy her.
She let out a quiet, choked sob.
It was what she deserved.
All her comrades had died around her, and she had been given a second chance, and she had done... she had done this.
She had even killed Aura.
She truly didn't deserve to live, but neither could she bring herself to simply die. She just kept crying.
* * *
With the former Thanatos familia now firmly subordinated to the Loki familia, Ikelos taking up a role as their god and Peony acting as their captain, it was a trivial matter for Finn and the rest of the Loki familia to clear out Knossos. The map was clear, the monsters themselves relatively minor or caged, and Peony showed no sign of anything but disdain for what Enyo had done with Knossos.
His greatest worry had been about Barca, but the Level Four had been quite enthusiastic about clearing out Knossos, and showed no sign of resistance, once it became clear that the Loki familia had no interest in destroying Knossos. Whether he would be so compliant once the Loki familia began using Knossos as a shortcut to the depths of the Dungeon... he couldn't say. When they arrived at the room where Enyo had presumably died, small splatters of blood and a squashed, rotting human eye staining the ground, Barca only focused on the great hole in the roof, an expression of quiet, cold rage in his eyes.
"You were right, Peony," he said, his voice almost a monotone as he turned his gaze away from the hole to the surface.
"I was always right," Peony said, half-snapping the words out. "You fucking idiot. You morons are all lucky more of us didn't die because of this stupid shit."
Finn watched in silence, ready to intervene if Barca became violent - but the man simply nodded quietly, turning to continue to walk through Knossos. He didn't reveal every secret of Knossos - likely knowing that Finn had no intention of keeping such secrets on the man's behalf - but he certainly showed him the way through it.
* * *
"Congratulations!" Loki said, slapping Cass on the back sharply. "You just went up another Level! Welcome to the world of the Level Sixes!" Cass just mutely nodded in response. "Heh... won't be too long before you're the highest Level in the whole familia," she continued, planting one elbow on Cass's bare shoulder, perching her chin on her hand. She radiated pride. "How's it feel, to be stronger?"
Cass wasn't thinking about being stronger. She was thinking about... death. What it had been like to be dead. To finally be at peace. Her thoughts wandered off - and then Loki's hand grabbed her breast.
"GOT IT!!!!" Loki screamed in excitement, even as Cass responded lightning fast, snapping Loki around. "Ow ow ow ow!" She said, as Cass put her in an arm lock. "You're totally one hundred percent distracted with something, you goober, or I never would've gotten to your titty." Cass was silent, but released Loki's arm, making her flick her wrist in the air. "Oof. Alright. So. What's bothering you, Cassie my lassie?"
Cass turned away from Loki again. She didn't want to look at her as she spoke, because then she'd see Loki's emotions as she spoke. "I... died," she said.
"Nah," Loki said. "Easy mistake to make. You still had a pulse, ergo not dead. Just dying."
Cass thought about that for a bit. Was it better if it was... just a dream? Was it just a dream? Didn't... dying people...? "I... liked it... I saw... I felt... free," she said, at last. "I was... done."
"Ooo boy," Loki said, flopping back on the bed. "This'n. So you're that type. Life ain't a list of shit you gotta do until you get your w̴o̴r̵̷k r̷el̸ea҉se fo̕͝r̡m̟, y'know?"
"It's..." Cass trailed off thoughtfully. "Also... I..." She felt tears start to well up in her eyes, just thinking of saying it. She hadn't had to say it to Drake, ever. He knew already. That was another one of the things she liked about him... he knew it, and he knew it was bad, but he loved her anyway, in spite of it. "I... killed... someone..."
"Ooo," Loki replied. "I getcha. You feel guilty on account of killing somebody, but seein' an afterlife, it was like, 'whoa! I ain't gotta feel guilty no more!' Am I right?" Cass nodded. "Well, there's an afterlife, Cassie Wassie," she said, grabbing Cass's cheek and tugging on it. "It's real. Whoever you iced - well, hm. Wait, was this here or back in the universe you're from?"
"The universe... I'm from."
"Well... I'm pretty sure there's an afterlife there, too. You'd have to ask Drake." Cass nodded quietly. "Anyway! Yes! Afterlife's real! I can even tell you that you can totally actually see it a little bit when you're in that kinda l̶i̷m̸͢in͝ą̀͘l͘ state!"
"You'd... be lying..." Cass replied.
"True." Loki sighed. "This is why we didn't give you mortals a lie detector, y'know?" Cass just nodded. "Anyway. Don't worry about it." She smacked Cass's shoulder. "You are a good girl who does good things. The one person you killed is up in Heaven now, saying, 'Oh Cass, I'm so sorry to make you feel bad!'"
"Liar," Cass said.
"Just believe it, kid. 'snot like you know I'm wrong, anyway. You'd be surprised how many people get waaaay more chill about being killed post-mortem."
Cass just nodded. Loki smacked the back of her head, and started talking again, but Cass wasn't really listening.
Then Loki grabbed her breast again, and Cass stopped her, and listened for a bit again.
* * *
The girl without a name was so, so pent up. Flies crawling over her skin every time she tried to masturbate, Drake and Rei not wanting to fuck her because of the flies, the loneliness and neediness she'd been feeling just kept climbing up and up. She started considering asking Drake to fuck her anyway. He would, she knew that, but it'd be so mean! She totally understood not wanting flies to crawl all over you while you had sex with a girl!
Now, though? Now, the flies finally seemed to have dissipated. She could walk free again. So, of course, she immediately made her way directly to the nearest one of Drake's bodies. "Goshujinsama," she said, her voice lusty, breathless, clasping his hand in hers. "Goshujinsama, please, fuck me," she said.
Drake took about half a second to consider - just long enough to tell there were no flies, at which point he nodded quickly, grabbing her by the hips, pulling her up to just dangle off him, letting her kiss him fervently as he made his way to the bedroom. She wished he hadn't. She wish he'd just fucked her right in front of everybody in the familia, claimed her as his, shown off his power and domination of her, how much of a completely needy slut she'd been turned into by just a bit of sexual denial. Instead, he simply dumped her on the bed, clambered atop her, tore off her clothes - which was, itself, very sexy, the way he completely didn't care at all about making sure she'd have anything left to wear - and just slammed himself inside her.
The feeling was unimaginable. Like having been on fire, and only now getting doused, drenched in the warm wonderful pleasure of Drake's hard cock, just pounding away at her cunt. One of his hands grabbed her wrists, pulling them together. The other reached down for her throat, choking her, and he spat right on her face, making her gasp in humiliated delight. "Thank you for spitting on me again, goshujinsama! I missed it so mu-kkhh!" She got cut off, spasming and going cross-eyed as he choked her, an orgasm hitting her, hard.
"That's right, Bitch," he told her, choking her roughly as he just railed away from above, treating her body like his personal jerkoff aid. "That's what you deserve. Getting spat on." He paused for a moment. "Ganko, she- she likes it," he said. "Get off so you can talk to her."
A nude, gorgeous, muscular, large-breasted purple-haired girl suddenly appeared on the squeaking bed. "Is that true? Do you like getting spat on?" The girl without a name nodded rapidly, her whole body twitching on Drake's hard cock, her legs snapped around his hips. There was something so intensely erotic about Ganko appearing here, her having to defend Drake's honor, to make it clear that he was doing this for her sake. Drake just spat on her face to really rub it in, and the girl without a name promptly came. "Oh wow," Ganko said. "I'm super sorry for doubting you, Drake!"
"It's okay, it's this stupid bitch's fault," he said, spitting on the girl without a name's face. "Isn't it?" He released her throat, letting her talk.
"Yes, goshujinsama, it's my fault for being such a pathetic, horny, masochistic bitch, so your other wives, who are so nice and sweet, think that I'm being mistreated when really, you're treating me just the way, I want to be treated! I missed getting raped and choked by you so mu-kkhh!" She was cut off as he started choking her again, and Ganko just stared at the scene playing out, complete innocent sweetness in her eyes. It was somehow even more - even worse - than if she had been fucked in front of the whole rest of the familia. Ganko knew just enough to know what she was doing, yet not so much as to be able to simply treat it as an annoyance and try to ignore her.
"You can spit on her too, Ganko," Drake said, clearly having just come up with the idea, and the girl without a name's pussy trembled around his cock, delighting in that idea. "She'd like it, don't worry."
It was then that Ganko spat down on the girl without a name's face, making her come all over again. She was on a hair trigger from her long denial, but she didn't doubt that the intensity of this moment would have been just as intense if she hadn't been. "Khhhthank you," she sputtered out, as Drake released her throat. "Thank, you, goshujinsama," she said, her eyes peeling back as another orgasm hit her, his fingers clamping down on her throat even tighter.
"Pin her arms," Drake told Ganko, who hurriedly took the girl without a name's wrists, dragging them up over her head, then planting her weight on her forearms. "Look at you, Bitch," Drake said, his voice somehow dripping with contempt. Ganko spat on her face, then, which made her pussy spasm again. "You're so fucking depraved, even Ganko's joining in on humiliating you now. Maybe I should get Lena in here too? Have her spit on you? Call you names? I think she thinks Bitch is your actual name, that's how little she understands about what a depraved, worthless, sex-addicted whore you are," he said, pounding his hips inside her to emphasize each word. "You know what I think?" He forced her to shake her head. "Of course not. You're too stupid. I think that I should have Rei use her flesh shaping magic to take off your limbs. There'd be no risk of you getting all fucked up with that curse crap, and you'd make a great living onahole, don't you think, Bitch?"
She came again to that thought, bucking her hips, her whole body jerking and writhing in response to his mistreatment. "Guh, goshujinsama," she sputtered out, and he released her throat to let her talk, "I luff you," she said, lost in the moment of arousal and desire and masochism and submission. He choked her out again.
"Do you think I give a shit? You're just a warm wet hole, Bitch. I don't even care about your pleasure, that's why I haven't used Celestial Bliss Trick yet, you know? Do you think I care about your fucking feelings?" The girl without a name went cross-eyed as he just laid the smack down on her tits, slamming his hands down against them sharply, roughly abusing her breasts. She was still wearing her top, but the sensation felt wonderful anyway, as she quietly jerked in place.
"Wha, don't leave me out of this!" Rei said, suddenly slamming the door open, then hurriedly smacking it shut. "You know how long it's been since I got this bitch's tongue in my cunt, Drake?"
"Come on, then," Drake said, as Rei stripped herself naked, peeling off layers of clothes in a rush. "Like I could hold off this dumb slut. She's ruled by her cunt, which has gone unfilled for so long her tiny brain has pretty much melted." The girl without a name nodded in response, while Rei hurriedly clambered on top of her face, pausing only momentarily to just grab and yank on her tongue, once more making it obscenely long, before stuffing her cunt down on her face, smothering her pleasantly.
"Yeah, fuck yeah," Rei agreed, grinding down into the girl without a name's face. "You're so fucking right, Drake. She's a horny little bitch, she gets off on all this shit, it's fucking insane. I don't even think about her desires, honestly," she admitted, a note of sincerity in her voice. "I just use her like a masturbation aid, shove her tongue in my cunt, and forget about her. That's what she likes, ain't it, Bitch?" The girl without a name nodded as best she could, her tongue flicking around inside of Rei's pussy, tasting her juices, rubbing all along her insides, doing her best to pleasure Rei. "Yeah it is," Rei agreed, tearing off the girl without a name's clothes.
Ganko was still pinning her in place, watching the quiet thing. With Rei's fat ass on her face, the only thing she could see was Ganko's wide-eyed stare as she watched her mistreatment. It was so sweetly innocent, drinking in everything. When she made eye contact, Ganko decided to just spit on her face again - well, her forehead, but it was the thought that counted, as the girl without a name came again on Drake's hard cock.
"You're lucky, Bitch," Drake told her. The girl without a name nodded rapidly, and then she exploded in mind-numbing pleasure, every part of her body lighting up in pure bliss. She spasmed on the bed underneath Rei, jerking and spasming wildly. It took her a full minute to realize that, when Drake had been smacking her tits around, he'd apparently grabbed that strand of Fate that made you come your brains out, just so he could surprise her right now. He was so nice like that.
"Ohmigosh Drake, there's a guy in the room!" Ganko said. "He isn't you!" The girl without a name spasmed in delight, knowing that Drake had gone to find another man to whore her out to, just to make her first time having sex in so long that much better.
"Don't worry about it Ganko," Drake said. "Actually, come reattach to me," he told Ganko, who hurriedly did so. "Now, you're going to jerk this guy off while I fuck you, got it, Bitch?" The girl without a name nodded rapidly, reaching out for the stranger's hard cock. His cock was pretty much exactly the same size as Drake's, and part of her wondered why every guy that Drake found had the same sized cock! Did he check their penis size before letting them fuck her? That way she wouldn't think they were too big or too small? She couldn't really think of how else he could have made sure of that!
She was quickly distracted, though, by the hot feeling of his hard cock in her hand, her fingertips feeling like five miniature clitorises and she jerked him off. Her whole body trembled as she took it, and Rei just ground her cunt into her face, reminding her that her tongue needed to work more than randomly. She did her best to lick and flick her tongue around, to jerk off this stranger's dick and to eat out Rei, but as far as Drake was concerned, she was just a spasming orgasm monkey for his cock. She felt a little bad about that, but mostly, she just felt good, getting brutally fucked and choked like this. Rei had started slapping her tits roughly, pleasure and pain coming together in an orgasmic mix, while Drake choked her out and started smacking her clit, too, just ramming away at her pussy.
"Gonna come," said the stranger from her side.
"Spray it all over this whore's face," Rei said, lifting her hips up, just in time for the first spurt to splatter the girl without a name's face. She hadn't even gotten a proper look at the man, hadn't had the chance to say high, and now he was firing all the spunk out of his dick, all over her face, just splattering it onto her features. She looked at him through one half-lidded eye, and realized that he was a male prostitute! A quite attractive one too! Tall and muscly hadn't been her type before Drake, but it had definitely grown on her since!
"That's right," Drake said, as he pounded at her cunt. "To find somebody willing to fuck you, I had to go find a member of the Rohini familia," he explained, railing her cunt. "I had to pay him. That's how depraved you are, Bitch." Rei just slapped her ass back down atop the girl without a name's face, rubbing her cunt into her features. "That's how low value you are. When those day-laborers were paying ten valis, apparently that is the value of your used-up mouthpussy."
"Yeshhh," the girl without a name slurred out into Rei's cunt, before just coming, hard, on Drake's cock, an orgasm amidst orgasms, bliss amidst bliss, her whole body thrashing around on the bed. Drake bottomed out with a groan, just spraying it into her cunt, splattering her pussy endlessly, wiping out all thoughts from her mind except how wonderful it all felt.
He kept going even after coming, though, ordering her around this way and that, treating her roughly, Rei being similarly abusive, even the male prostitute seeming to know exactly what sorts of things she liked! (She was pleasantly surprised by that! Drake must have told him her preferences in advance! He was so nice!) She wound up getting manhandled into new positioned, fucked stupid in all three holes, slapped and spanked. At one point, another Rei came by with some white paints and a couple brushes, and the sex paused for just long enough for Drake and Rei and the Rohini familia member to paint over her tits, stomach, cunt, ass, and back with all kinds of degrading messages.
She was so, so happy, and when Drake forced her to suck the Rohini familia member's cock, thanking him for letting her do it, she came again.
She hoped the man enjoyed himself too! Obviously Drake had given him pretty specific, detailed instructions, so she did wonder how much spontaneity the man felt. She hoped it wasn't completely workmanlike! She'd feel bad to make somebody have sex they didn't fully enjoy!
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"Man... that shit's fuckin' hot," Rei #3 said, panting on her back, Drake looming above her as he fucked her. Rei #1 got to go actually fuck Julia now that the bitch was back on the menu, but the other Reis had gotten the chance to enjoy it vicariously, borrowing Rei #1's senses so they could watch it all happen through her eyes. "Fuck. Using that, uhh, cosplay trick."
"Resplendent Destiny," Drake told her.
"Yeah. Using that to fuck with Julia's head, make her think she's fucking another dude, that's fuckin' sooo hot. I can't believe she hasn't figured it out yet. She must be fucking stupid."
"Well... people don't figure out things they don't want to figure out, sometimes," Drake said.
"Yeah, but it's like, fuck, you get to act out shit from Kangoku Senkan, but all the dicks are you and the sluts don't even realize it. Only there's only one slut, and it's Julia."
"Please make sure not to mention Kangoku Senkan to Naomi," Drake said, making Rei #3 roll her eyes.
"Yes, I'm not a moron. I'm not gonna mention that I jacked off to your wife's rape like 20 times when I had a dick."
"Good to hear," Drake said, then plucked his finger in between her breasts. The familiar movement that presaged Celestial Bliss Trick.
"Ahh, fuck yeah," she breathed out, as he shifted her body around, putting her on her belly on the bed, slowly sawing in and out of her pussy. It was teasing now, but soon enough, it'd be crazy good. "You should do it to Rei #1 too."
"Rei #1's gotta remain conscious so she can properly humiliate Julia," Drake told her. As if she could see everything playing out over here (which, she probably could), Rei #1 shifted her cunt off Julia's face to just spit down at her and smack her around a bit. "This is her breaking a fast, after all. It'd be mean to deny her the roughest, most thorough fucking we can give her."
"True that," Rei #3 said, squirming on his dick as his hands went to her tits and he started to just pump away.
When Celestial Bliss Trick hit, all eight of the Reis in the room immediately started to come their brains out as one. At the very least, Rei #1 didn't, which meant she got to watch (and feel) as Rei #1 kept on humiliating Julia like the slut she was.
It was fucking great. Drake was the best husband a girl could hope for, and Julia was the best bitch a girl could hope for.
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