Chapter 35:
– Silas –
My black boots clanked down the blood-slick hallways of the Rig, each step echoing off the metal walls. The smell of iron and death was thick in the air, and my jaw clenched hard under my cowl.
Rage burned hot in my chest.
All this death, all this carnage, because these villain gangs had the balls to break the Endbringer truce while I'd been in Australia saving an entire fucking country. These pricks were down here murdering good PRT men and women just doing their jobs.
The hum of bioelectric signatures pulled at my senses. Two of them. Strong, close, and moving toward me. My new ability from the System made the sensation sharper, more alive in my head, and it was practically buzzing with anticipation.
I followed it, rounding a corner, and came face to face with Kaiser and his sister, Iron Rain.
We all froze for a split second. Kaiser looked just like I remembered from the dossiers. Iron Rain stood beside him in her dark armor, posture rigid, helmet off so I could see the fury twisting her face.
She stepped forward first, her voice dripping with venom. "You." Her glare could have cut steel. "You fucking outed me!"
I didn't flinch. "Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't have been fucking my friend's dad while doing sneaky Nazi shit." My tone was cold, flat. I wanted her to know I meant every word.
Her eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening like she was about to lunge at me. I could almost hear her teeth grinding.
Kaiser finally broke the tense little staring match, his voice as cold and smug as the steel he played with. "Well, sister, do you want to gut him for outing you?"
Iron Rain's lips twisted into a smile that made my stomach turn—not out of fear, but because it was the kind of bloody excitement you usually only see on serial killer documentaries. "Oh, absolutely," she purred, eyes flashing like she was already picturing me in pieces.
Kaiser just waved a hand lazily, like I was some minor speed bump in his day. "Fine. But make it quick. I've got a date with that black Ward bitch—Shadow Stalker. She's the one who popped Krieg's skull, and I want the pleasure of paying her back for it."
I couldn't help it—one eyebrow shot up. "Huh. Good for Sophia," I muttered, the corner of my mouth twitching.
Iron Rain stepped closer, the crunch of her boots on the blood-spattered floor loud in the narrow hall. "Oh, I'm not just going to kill you," she promised, voice low and dripping with malice. "I'm going to make it so gruesome the whole Bay will remember it as a warning!"
I chuckled, slow and sharp, letting the sound bounce off the walls. "Yeah… see, the problem with that little plan? Neither you nor your brother are exactly up to speed on current events, are you?" I asked them.
Both Kaiser and Iron Rain just stared at me blankly, like I'd suddenly started speaking fucking Martian. Not a flicker of curiosity, not even the decency to ask what the hell I meant. That stung a little—half the fun of being right was rubbing their smug Nazi faces in it. Guess I was really starting to lean into this whole superhero gig if I was actually tempted to monologue about it.
I didn't get the chance. With a sharp, metallic shriek, a whole goddamn arsenal of conjured swords and spears burst into being in front of them, gleaming wickedly under the hallway lights before hurtling toward me like a freight train of cutlery.
I just stood there, smirking under my Nightingale mask, letting them think they had me dead to rights. The points were close enough I could see my own reflection warping in the polished steel—then, every single blade froze in midair, hanging there like I'd just pulled off a Matrix rip off scene.
While it was true that my "To Aru" Electromaster powers gave me some control over metal through magnetism, it wasn't anything close to real magnetokinesis.
The Power of freaking Magneto himself!
Yep, that was the reward I got from the system. All metal was my bitch now!
Well, it would be one day soon once I trained it up.
I was still in the very early stages. It would take me a hell of a long time to train my ability up to even a fraction of his insane cosmic level. Still, even when Magneto had just unlocked his powers, he was already a monster, and what I had now was pretty damn awesome!
The air around me hummed faintly with the tension of held power. I could feel the magnetic fields in the space, every blade, every spear, every scrap of sharpened steel buzzing at the edge of my awareness like static against my skin. Kaiser's arsenal hung there, frozen.
I saw the disbelief in their eyes—they weren't used to people stopping their bullshit mid-attack.
Kaiser recovered first, his jaw tightening as more blades began to shimmer into existence around him. He was trying to brute-force his way past my control. Iron Rain joined in, summoning jagged chunks of metal shaped into lethal spikes.
I didn't even let them fully form before locking them in place, seizing every ounce of iron and steel they were trying to throw at me.
The strain built in my temples as I extended my control, not just stopping the new weapons, but manipulating all of them. Slowly, I rotated each blade, each spear, until their deadly points faced back toward their creators. My heartbeat was steady, my breath controlled. I wanted them to see exactly what was about to happen.
Iron Rain's eyes widened, her bravado faltering. She took a sharp step back, her lips parting. "Oh fuck—" she started, her voice cracking with the first hint of real fear.
Kaiser's eyes darted between the floating weapons now aimed at them and my face behind the mask. His hand twitched like he wanted to summon more steel, but he knew it wouldn't help.
I had it all locked down.
I didn't say a word, just kept my focus on holding the weapons in perfect position. I could feel the subtle resistance from Kaiser's power, like a tug of war at the edge of my senses, but his control was nothing against the raw, constant pull of electromagnetism under my command.
"Run," Kaiser barked suddenly, grabbing his sister's arm.
Iron Rain didn't argue. She turned with him and they both bolted, boots hammering against the blood-slick floor. I let them go—just for a moment—watching the panic in their movements, the way their earlier arrogance had evaporated.
Then, with a flick of my will, I sent the entire cloud of weapons after them.
There was wet, ugly squelching as the steel punched through their legs. The sound was followed instantly by twin screams—raw roars of pain that bounced harshly off the walls. Blood sprayed in hot arcs across the floor, splattering my boots and running in thick streams over the ridged metal tiles.
I didn't kill them, but both legs on each of them were fucked beyond normal healing. I'd driven the points clean through meat and bone, tearing muscle and shattering kneecaps.
Iron Rain's hands scrabbled against the slick floor, her eyes wide and teeth bared as she tried to pull herself free from the metal skewering her. The pain was written across her face, deep lines cutting into her features as blood leaked steadily from the wounds. Kaiser's jaw was locked tight, his pale face shiny with sweat, but I could see the tremor in his hands as the agony sank in.
They wouldn't be walking again without Panacea or Othala knitting them back together.
After tonight, any sane person in Othala's shoes would be on the first bus out of the Bay. But I doubted she was sane. And wasn't she screwing Victor? Maybe she'd stick around just to take a swing at Tylor for killing him. I filed that thought away for later—right now I had two angry Nazis skewered to the floor in front of me.
They started shouting through the pain, voices ragged with fury. "I'll kill you!" Iron Rain spat, her tone dripping venom. "I'll kill you, your friends, your family, every single—" Her words broke off into another scream as she jerked against the steel pinning her down.
Kaiser's voice was lower, but no less filled with hate. "You have no idea what you've started," he growled. "We'll burn your life to the ground."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before," I muttered, shaking my head. Villains always thought they could scare you with threats, like I hadn't already stared down worse.
I stepped closer, boots squelching in their blood. The sharp copper scent filled my nose, thick and metallic. I lifted my left hand slowly, letting the charge build until my palm tingled and sparks danced over my fingers. My skin prickled with the surge of power, the bioelectric field inside me flaring in readiness.
"Here's the thing," I said flatly, looking between them. "You're not in a position to make threats anymore."
Lightning burst from my hand in a crackling arc, leaping to Kaiser first. His body jerked violently, muscles seizing under the current. The smell of scorched cloth and singed hair hit my nose instantly. I shifted my aim and sent the next bolt into Iron Rain, her scream cutting off in a strangled gasp as the electricity wracked her body.
I kept the current flowing until both of them were twitching uncontrollably, their heads rolling limply to the side as consciousness slipped away. The room was filled with the fading crackle of electricity and the sound of their ragged, shallow breathing.
A slow grin tugged at the corner of my mouth under the mask. I'd come a long way in a short time, and this was just the beginning.
I pulled out my phone, still streaked with dried blood, and thumbed open my contacts. Scrolled until I hit "Bug Girl." I wanted to make sure she was okay because she hadn't been at the Rig.
I fired off a quick text:
Me: "...You alive?"
It took her about a minute to respond.
Bug Girl: "I'm fine. Are YOU okay?"
Bug Girl: "Been running across the city for hours. Villains lost their minds, broke the Endbringer treaty. It's a war zone out here in the city!"
Me: "Good. I'm fine. Got an absolutely insane story for you when we meet up next time."
Bug Girl: "What happened?"
Me: "You're not gonna believe half of it… By the way, I took care of your evil stepmom again..."
Bug Girl: "Huh...?"
I was glad Taylor was okay, and knowing she was out there busting her ass to keep the city from completely collapsing in the middle of this chaos gave me a weird mix of relief and pride.
She could handle herself.
I took one last glance at Kaiser and Iron Rain, still sprawled on the floor where I'd left them. They were breathing, barely, with blood pooling out around their wrecked legs. They'd live if someone got to them soon, but I wasn't going to waste another second worrying about whether the PRT decided to patch them up or let them bleed.
They were beaten, humiliated, and they knew exactly who did it.
I turned and headed down the corridor. The smell of blood and scorched metal clung to me, following me all the way back to Piggot's office. By the time I stepped through the doorway, the atmosphere in the room shifted immediately.
Kid Win and Aegis were looking a hell of a lot better thanks to Amy's work. Both of them still looked worn out, pale and a little shaky, but the gaping wounds were gone and the color was coming back to their faces. I walked over, eyeing their patched-up injuries.
"You two look like shit, but at least you're not dying," I said bluntly.
Kid Win managed a weak grin. "Thanks for the concern, Silas."
Aegis smirked faintly, his voice still hoarse. "You should see the other guys."
I smirked at the two of them and pointed behind me towards the hallway. "Oh, believe me. I did see the other guys..."
Before I could say anything else, space twisted right in front of me, and Vista popped into existence like she'd just stepped out of thin air.
Did she really just use her powers when she was only 5 feet away?
She launched herself at me, arms wrapping tight around my middle in a full-on glomp! "I sensed that whole fight!" she blurted, grinning up at me. "You were awesome!" Her energy hit me full-force, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
Off to the side, Sophia was leaning against the wall with a smirk. "Vista narrated the whole thing for us," she said. "Way to go, badass." Then she licked her lips slowly, eyes locking on mine in a way that left zero doubt what she was thinking.
Yeah, she was definitely giving me the "fuck-me" eyes right there in Piggot's office.
And it wasn't just her.
Vicky's expression was warmer, but there was the same heat behind it. She stepped closer, looking me over with a pleased grin. "Glad you got revenge for New Wave against Kaiser," she said, her voice dipping into something darker. "After they tried to kill my aunt years ago."
'Tried?' I thought, the word catching in my head.
Fleur was alive?
Eh—now wasn't the time to dig into it. I shoved the question aside for later and focused on the people in front of me.
I looked back down at Vista, who was still clinging to me. "I'm alright," I told her with a smile. "And I'm proud of you for being awesome today." Her cheeks turned pink, and she ducked her head with a shy little grin before I gently pulled her arms off me.
My eyes shifted to Amy.
Out of everyone in this room, she probably carried the most stress, and it showed in the tension in her shoulders and the way her eyes darted from person to person. I walked over to her without a word and just pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight against my chest.
She squeaked in surprise, stiffening for a moment like she didn't know how to handle it. The cute, freckled 18-year-old redhead was blushing hard, and I could practically feel the embarrassment radiating off her, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, after a second, she relaxed slightly, her hands pressing lightly against my sides as she let out a quiet breath.
For a few seconds, the noise and chaos in the room faded into the background. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart against me, the heat of her body, the subtle shiver that ran through her when she realized I wasn't letting go right away.
She might've acted like a tsundere most of the time, but right now she just stayed there in my arms, and I could tell she needed it as much as I did.
I couldn't help myself. My hand slid up to gently tilt Amy's chin until she was looking right at me. Her dark eyes went wide, her lips parting slightly in surprise. For a moment, neither of us moved, the background noise of the office dulled. Then I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers.
Her mouth was warm and soft against mine, the taste of her faint and sweet. I kept the kiss slow but firm, moving my arms along her back feeling her squirm through her clothes. She made a tiny, muffled sound in her throat—half shock, half something else—and I felt her tense for a heartbeat before melting just enough to kiss me back.
Her tongue met mine in short, needy strokes, and I could feel the way her body shifted against me as my hands traced slow lines up and down her back. She clung to me tighter, her nails digging faintly into my sides, and for a moment it was just the heat, the pressure, and the wet slide of our mouths moving in sync without a single ounce of hesitation.
Behind us, Vicky giggled and cooed happily. Sophia, on the other hand, made a sharp hissing sound.
We stayed like that until the pointed, loud clearing of a throat cut through the air. The sudden interruption snapped me back to reality. Right—this was still Director Piggot's office.
Amy pulled back instantly with a startled squeak, her cheeks flushed crimson as she glanced away. I released her slowly, my palms still resting on her back for a second before dropping them to my sides.
To my surprise, though, she moved back to me and latched herself around one of my arms.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Aegis and Kid Win both leaning toward each other, whispering like school kids. "Dude, he's the man," Aegis murmured with a grin.
Piggot's eyes locked on me, her expression stony. "How many girls are you planning on kissing in my office, Dragonborn?" she asked, her tone completely deadpan.
I was about to answer when a calm, authoritative voice beat me to it. "As many as he wants! Today, he's the goddam hero after all…" she said from the doorway.
All heads turned. Alexandria strode into the room with Armsmaster and Miss Militia close behind her. Their costumes were scuffed but they all seemed fine after putting down Lung outside. I knew they could handle it, after all, Alexandria was able to take him on by herself.
Piggot straightened in her chair as Alexandria walked right up to her desk.
"Is it true then?" Piggot asked, her voice tight but measured. "Did you all win—against an Endbringer…?"
Did she not believe me earlier?
Alexandria's gaze shifted to me briefly before returning to Piggot. "Yes," she said simply.
The word hung in the air for a moment before Sophia broke the silence. "Kick ass..."
Piggot turned her attention to Alexandria, her voice low but clipped. "Alright, what's the plan now?" she asked, clearly trying to keep the urgency in check.
Alexandria didn't miss a beat. "I'll contact Director Costa-Brown personally and push for immediate reinforcements. With the Simurgh fight ending in our favor and minimal casualties on our end, I can pull some capes here fast." Her voice was calm, confident, and it made everyone in the room straighten just a little.
As she spoke, she glanced at me and gave me another of those faint smiles that made an involuntary shiver run down my spine. I couldn't even see her eyes behind that visor, but somehow I knew the look was meant for me alone.
It was weird how much she seemed to like me, but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain.
Armsmaster stepped forward next, giving me a short, deliberate nod. "You've earned some proper downtime, Dragonborn," he said proudly. His gaze swept the wrecked office, blood smears and scorched marks everywhere. Along with the passed out fake Coil in the corner. "Although, given the state of the Rig right now, I'd strongly recommend you don't try to sleep here tonight."
I smirked at that, about to make a comment, but Vicky jumped in before I could open my mouth. She moved right up against me, slipping her hand around my right arm and holding on like she wasn't letting go. "He can stay with us tonight," she said quickly. "Amy and me!" She turned her head and flashed Sophia a slow, deliberate wink.
Sophia's face twisted instantly, and she crossed her arms tight under her chest, glaring daggers at Vicky. "Of course you'd say that, Barbie," she muttered. Her tone was laced with irritation, but I caught the way her gaze flicked to my left arm—still hooked securely by Amy.
Amy, for her part, said nothing, just kept her hand latched on my arm with quiet stubbornness, her expression neutral but her grip speaking volumes. The tension between the three of them was thick enough to feel in the air.
"Wow," I said finally, glancing between them with a crooked grin. "Not even gonna pretend to be subtle, huh?"
Vicky squeezed my arm a little tighter. "Not when it comes to making sure you're not sleeping alone after saving the whole damn day today! You beat a fucking Endbringer!"
Piggot groaned audibly from behind her desk. "God help me," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Is this ridiculous love triangle… or square… going to be a routine thing."
"Yes!" Vicky giggled.
"No!" Sophia grumbled. Sophia stepped forward quickly, cutting her eyes at Vicky. "He's coming with me," she said firmly, her tone low and edged. "I've got my own place, a nice apartment with plenty of room for him and me to relax."
Vicky's lips curved into a pout that was more calculated than genuine. "Oh please. My place is closer, quieter, and way more comfortable. Amy and I can actually give him a chance to relax instead of listening to you complain about everything. Our home is the perfect spot for a hero to crash after saving the world." She gave me a sidelong glance.
Sophia's mouth opened for a sharp retort, but Piggot's voice cut through the tension like a whip crack. "Hess. Zip it. Now!" Sophia froze mid-breath, the defiance still there but tempered by the steel in Piggot's tone. The Director leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking on Sophia. "Silas will stay with the Dallons tonight. You will be staying right here at the Rig! …We're going to have a discussion about your actions today. Running off on your own, abandoning your team to go on a personal Nazi-hunting spree is not acceptable behavior for a Ward!"
Sophia's bravado faltered, and she let out a quiet, "Uh oh…" under her breath.
Piggot didn't let up. "You're lucky you're still breathing and that your recklessness didn't get your teammates killed. If it weren't for the circumstances, we'd be having this talk in a disciplinary hearing..."
To my surprise, Alexandria actually ended up speaking up in Sophia's defense. She claimed extenuating circumstances were required of everyone today, and no heroes or wards would be receiving formal punishments or charges.
Armsmaster and Miss Militia both agreed as well. I would have spoken up as well, but there seemed to be no need.
Piggot relented, but not completely. "I can still stick her on clean up or console duty." Piggot grumbled.
(The rest of this chapter is R-18)
– Vicky –
In the Dallon house, Vicky could barely keep the grin off her face. Holy fuck, she'd been looking forward to this moment so much!
A quick glance at Amy's face showed her sister's cheeks flushed pink, and the way she kept avoiding eye contact told Vicky Amy was just as keyed up as she was—though Amy would rather die than admit it out loud.
The house was quiet. Too quiet, in a good way. No parents. Mark and Carol were still out in the city dealing with whatever villain mess was left after the chaos earlier. That meant no interruptions.
"C'mon," Vicky said, not bothering to hide her excitement. She reached out and grabbed Silas's hand in her right, Amy's in her left. Silas's grip was warm and steady, Amy's tense at first before relaxing just a fraction. With both of them in tow, she started up the stairs, her boots thudding softly against the carpet.
Amy let out a tiny huff, half protest, half resigned acceptance, but didn't pull away. Silas just smirked faintly, letting her lead. Vicky's pace quickened, pulling them both past the family photos on the wall.
She pushed open her bedroom door, tugging them inside without pause. Her room was clean—well, clean enough—and she'd made sure earlier that her private bathroom was stocked at all times, ar least.
She noticed Silas's eyes briefly flick around, taking in the space.
Vicky kept a firm grip on both of them as she pulled Amy and Silas into her bathroom, pushing the door shut with her hip until it clicked. The space was warm from the steam she cranked up immediately, twisting the shower knob to full until the spray roared against the tile. She turned back to them with a glint in her eye, fingers already at the seam of her gold and white costume top.
Amy let out a startled, high-pitched squeak, her blush deepening instantly. Silas's shoulders went a little stiffer, his gaze fixed on her. Vicky peeled the top upward slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric slide over her skin before tossing it to the side. Her bare chest came into view—her breasts high and firm, her nipples tightening in the humid air. She held their gazes, giving them both a wink that lingered long enough to make Amy shift her weight awkwardly and Silas's jaw tighten.
Vicky let them look for a beat before her hands moved down to the clasp of her skirt. She undid it in a smooth motion and slid the garment down over her hips, letting it pool around her bare feet before she stepped out of it. She stood there in nothing but a snug white thong, the thin fabric contrasting sharply with her slight tanner skin. Her stomach was flat and toned, her thighs flexing slightly as she shifted her stance, fully aware of how much they were both looking.
She reached up to brush a strand of hair back from her face, her expression openly amused. "Well? You two gonna just stand there, or are we doing this?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
And she wanted far more than just a shower of course...
Vicky hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began sliding it down slowly, making sure both Amy and Silas had a clear view. The thin white fabric clung to her hips before peeling away, revealing more of her bare skin inch by inch. Her thighs shifted slightly as she eased it over the curve of her ass, letting the elastic snap lightly against her skin before she tugged it lower. The heat of the bathroom and the steam from the shower made her skin glow, the muscles in her legs flexing as she stepped one foot, then the other, out of the garment.
When the thong hit the floor, she straightened fully, standing in front of them completely naked. Her mound was bare and smooth, the skin soft under the warm light. She held her stance confidently, shoulders back, chest out, her breathing even despite the rising heat in the room.
Amy's face went crimson, her eyes darting for a second before locking firmly back on Vicky. Her lips parted slightly and she shifted on her feet, a tiny hitch in her breath giving away that she was staring.
Silas's gaze was heavier, fixed low for a moment before dragging upward to meet Vicky's eyes. His pupils were dilated, and the tightness in his jaw matched the visible strain in the front of his pants. The bulge there was obvious, the fabric of his pants pulling taut.
Vicky smirked openly at both of them, letting the moment hang as her eyes flicked down to Silas's crotch. "Well," she said, her voice low and deliberate, "looks like I'm not the only one ready." She shifted her weight, running one hand slowly down her own hip and thigh as if to underline the point, before stepping closer to them, her bare skin starting to get damp from the steam in the air.
...
Vicky had her back pressed against the slick shower wall, the hot spray cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Her breaths came quick and shallow, each exhale turning into a low, unrestrained moan. Silas and Amy were both fully naked now.
Silas's tall frame and broad shoulders loomed close, his muscles hard under the sheen of water as he moved. Amy's slimmer, lithe body pressed in from the other side, her pale freckled skin glistening, her perky breasts brushing lightly against Vicky's arm whenever she shifted.
They were both on her at once.
Silas on her right, Amy on her left. Silas had one hand braced against the wall just above her head, his mouth sealed around her right nipple, sucking firmly while his tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. Amy mirrored him on the other side, her lips warm and soft around Vicky's left nipple, drawing gentle pulls between slow teasing swirls of her tongue. Each tug sent a jolt straight through her chest, and the heat pooled low in her stomach.
"Fuck… that's—" Vicky gasped, her hand tangling in Silas's damp hair as her other slid around to cup the back of Amy's neck, urging them both to keep going.
The water poured over all three of them, streaming down their bodies, tracing over curves and hard lines. Vicky's breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, the peaks aching under their attention.
Silas's free hand had settled at her waist, his thumb stroking slow circles on her wet skin. Amy shifted closer, her thigh brushing against Vicky's leg, her own breathing quickening as she worked.
"You like that?" Silas murmured briefly against her skin before sucking harder.
Vicky let out another needy moan. "Don't stop. Either of you. Just… keep going." She felt Amy hum softly against her in response, the vibration making her shudder against the tile.
Vicky's breath hitched sharply, a startled squeal escaping her lips as Amy's fingertips brushed over her pussy lips, the touch light but deliberate. Her hips twitched forward instinctively. She was already worked up, her body humming with arousal, but this was different—far more intense than it should have been from such a simple touch.
Her gaze snapped down, catching the small, knowing smirk on Amy's flushed face.
That's when it clicked—Amy was using her power. She was deliberately turning up the sensitivity in Vicky's body, making every nerve respond like it was on fire!
"Holy fuck…" Vicky breathed out, her knees flexing slightly as the wave of heightened sensation rolled through her.
Why the hell hadn't she ever asked Amy to do this before? It was fucking incredible!
Silas shifted closer, his lips brushing the side of her neck before pressing in with slow, open-mouthed kisses. His teeth scraped lightly against her wet skin, adding another layer of sensation that made her toes curl. His right hand slid up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her ribs, while his other remained braced against the shower wall.
She could feel his huge cock poking her belly button.
Amy moved then, lowering herself onto her knees without breaking eye contact. Water streamed down her red hair and shoulders as she positioned herself directly between Vicky's legs. Vicky felt her thighs being guided wider apart by Amy's hands, her fingertips firm but careful on the inside of her legs. Their eyes locked.
Then Amy leaned in, her warm breath hitting Vicky's hypersensitive skin a split second before her mouth did. The first press of Amy's lips against her pussy made Vicky's back arch off the wall, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. Amy's tongue slid forward in a slow, deliberate lick, and the amplified sensation had Vicky's entire body jolting. She clutched at Silas's shoulder with one hand, her other sliding into Amy's damp hair to keep her right where she was.
"Fuck—Amy—" Vicky's voice cracked on her sister's name, her thighs trembling under Amy's grip. Silas's kisses along her neck deepened, his teeth grazing her skin in sync with Amy's steady movements below. The combined sensations made Vicky writhe, her breathing fast and uneven, every inch of her skin alive under their touch.
...
Vicky's entire body was trembling as she stood facing the wall, the hot water cascading down her shoulders, tracing over her back and dripping off her hips. Steam curled around her, the air thick with heat and the sound of rushing water. She pressed her palms flat against the slick tiles, feeling them warm under her skin. Her breathing was fast and shallow, her chest rising and falling as she bit her lip.
She felt Silas right behind her, close enough that the heat from his body mixed with the spray of the shower. His large hands were on her ass, fingers squeezing firmly, thumbs brushing the creases of her thighs. She glanced over her shoulder, catching the tense concentration on his face.
"Silas…" her voice came out breathless but firm, "I want you inside me. Now."
Amy was leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed but eyes locked on them, her lips curved into a faint smirk. There was excitement in her gaze, and a faint flush coloring her cheeks as she watched every movement.
Silas cleared his throat softly, his voice low. "I… it's my first time."
The confession made Vicky's stomach twist in the best way, heat surging through her at the thought. She smirked, pushing her hips back against him just enough to feel the hardness pressing against her. "That's fucking hot," she murmured. "You've got nothing to worry about. Just listen to me, and you'll be fine. I'm so horny I'll probably cum just from you sticking it in!"
"You're welcome for that by the way," Amy said with a grin.
Vicky pouted at those words. Amy had been surprisingly skilled with her tongue, for a girl with no experience, but Amy had stopped right before Vicky had cum earlier.
He swallowed hard, nodding slightly. "Okay… just tell me what you want."
"I want you to slide it in and fuck me until I can't stand," she said, her voice low and heavy with need. She tilted her hips slightly, giving him a better angle.
Silas's hands tightened on her, and she felt him shift closer, the blunt head of his cock brushing between her slick folds. Her breath hitched at the contact, and she pushed back slightly, guiding him with the movement of her hips.
Amy's voice came from the side, soft but teasing. "Looks like you're both about to get exactly what you want."
Vicky shot her a quick glance, lips curling into a grin. "You're damn right." She turned her focus back to Silas. "Now… do it."
With a slow, careful motion, Silas began to press forward, his hands steadying her hips as he started to enter her. Vicky let out a sharp gasp, every muscle in her body tightening at the initial stretch, and she knew her promise about cumming just from him putting it in might not have been an exaggeration.
Vicky moaned, her whole body trembling as her pussy stretched tightly around Silas's thick length. The heat and pressure of him filling her made her breath catch, her walls reflexively clenching and gripping him as if her body refused to let him go. She could feel every inch of him as he sank deeper, the stretch almost overwhelming but edged with pure pleasure.
Silas's strong hands stayed firm on her waist, fingers digging into her wet skin, steadying her until his hips pressed flush against her ass. She groaned, her forehead resting briefly against the warm tile as she let the sensation wash over her.
"So fucking good…" she gasped.
Amy's voice cut in from the side, laced with curiosity and something hotter. "Is sex really that good?"
Vicky turned her head enough to shoot her sister a flushed, breathless look. "It's the fucking best. And because of your powers, Ames—" she let out another moan as her walls fluttered around Silas, "—I feel like I'm gonna lose my damn mind."
Silas adjusted his stance behind her, and she felt the subtle pull back before the slow, deliberate thrust forward. Her nails scraped against the tile as the friction lit up every nerve Amy had tuned to hypersensitivity.
"Holy shit…" Vicky whimpered, pushing her hips back to meet him. "Just like that."
Silas grunted low in his throat, his grip tightening as he found a rhythm, each movement making the sound of wet skin meeting echo in the shower. "You feel… incredible," he managed between breaths.
Amy's eyes followed every movement, her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip. "I can tell you're close already."
Vicky laughed breathlessly, then moaned again as Silas's hips slapped against her. "Keep watching, Ames… you're about to see why I wanted this so bad."
Silas kept moving inside her from behind, his hips driving forward in a steady, deliberate rhythm that made Vicky's entire body jolt with each thrust. The sound of wet skin meeting echoed off the shower walls, mixing with the constant rush of water and her ragged moans. Every time he pushed in deep, the thick length of his cock hit spots inside her that made her toes curl and her breath catch. Her walls clenched down hard around him, and she could feel the faint shiver that ran through his frame when she did it.
His hands roamed over her body with an intoxicating mix of control and gentleness. One moment they were gripping her hips tightly, pulling her back into each stroke, the next they slid up over her waist and ribs, his fingers brushing the underside of her breasts before trailing back down again.
"Fuck, Silas… just like that," she gasped, her voice trembling from the force of it.
Amy leaned against the wall, watching intently. Her eyes were wide, her breathing uneven, and the faint pink in her cheeks had deepened. "You look like you're going to melt," she teased, her voice low and thick with something more than amusement.
Vicky turned her head just enough to meet her sister's gaze over her shoulder. "Ames, you have no idea… this is everything. This is all I want now." Her words came out in broken breaths between thrusts.
Silas grunted, his grip tightening on her hips. "You feel… so fucking good. I'm not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that."
Her lips pulled into a shaky grin. "Then don't hold back. I want all of it." She pushed back against him harder, meeting each thrust with her own.
Amy's lips parted slightly as her gaze dipped lower, following the motion of his hips. "I could make you even more sensitive again, you know," she offered, her tone almost innocent.
Vicky laughed breathlessly, the sound breaking into a moan when Silas shifted his angle just right. "Do it… fuck, yes, do it."
Amy's power flared through her, and instantly every movement from Silas became almost unbearable in its intensity. Vicky's legs trembled, her hands bracing hard against the tile to keep herself steady as her body began to spiral toward release. "Oh my god… Silas… keep going… I'm right there…"
He groaned low in his throat, his thrusts becoming faster, more forceful, as her cries grew louder.
Vicky could feel Silas's cock swelling inside her, the thick length throbbing as it filled her to the limit. The heat radiating from him deep inside made her clench even harder, her slick walls gripping him like she never wanted to let him go. The sensation only intensified when Amy's power flared again, every nerve in her body becoming hypersensitive to the stretch, the heat, the pressure. She felt like she was going to black out from the overload.
"Don't you dare pull out," she gasped, her voice shaking with urgency. "I want all of it."
Silas groaned, his hips snapping forward with harder, faster thrusts. "You sure? I—fuck—I'm close."
"That's why I have Amy," Vicky moaned, looking to the side at her sister. "You've got me covered, right?"
Who needed contraception anyway!?
Amy's lips curved into a smirk, her cheeks flushed. "Always. Just focus on enjoying it."
The water from the shower pelted against Vicky's chest and shoulders. Silas's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging in as he drove into her, each thrust sending a shock of pleasure up her spine.
The sound of their bodies meeting echoed off the tile.
Vicky's head fell forward for a moment before she suddenly threw it back with a loud gasp, the angle letting him hit an even deeper spot that made her cry out. Vicky's entire body tensed, every muscle locking for a heartbeat before the first pulse of her orgasm hit!
A raw, loud moan tore from her throat as her pussy clenched down hard around Silas's cock, milking him in rhythmic, desperate squeezes.
"Fuck—Silas—yes!" she cried, her voice breaking as her forehead pressed against the tile. Her legs trembled, the wet slap of his hips against her ass mixing with the slick sounds between them.
Silas let out a strained groan behind her, his pace faltering for just a second before he drove in deep and stayed there!
She felt him throb inside her, the thick length twitching as the first rush of his cum spilled into her. The sudden heat filling her made her shiver, her own climax spiking again at the sensation!
"God, Vicky…" he rasped, his fingers digging into her hips as he emptied himself in hard, pulsing spurts.
Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. "Don't stop—keep it in me," she panted, pushing back against him to keep him buried as deep as possible. "I want to feel every drop."
Amy's flushed face came into her peripheral vision, her eyes locked on where they were joined. "You're both… really going for it," she said, her voice a mix of awe and heat.
Vicky shot her a hazy grin over her shoulder. "You made me this sensitive, Ames… this is your fault."
Silas groaned again, one final pulse of heat spilling into her before he finally eased his grip. She stayed there against the wall, his cock still inside her as the aftershocks rippled through her body, leaving her trembling and spent. The water pounded down over both of them, washing away nothing of the raw, hot satisfaction that lingered in every breath.
– Silas –
We stepped out of Vicky's shower, still dripping, and made our way to her bed. My skin was flushed from the heat, hair still damp, and I could feel the tension buzzing in my muscles.
Amy climbed onto the mattress first, lying back against the pillows, her cheeks red and her chest rising and falling quickly. I crawled up after her, moving between her legs as she spread her thighs for me. My hands gripped the insides, holding her open as I lined myself up.
The first push into her made her gasp sharply, her back arching off the sheets. "Fuck…" she whispered, her voice trembling. Her pussy was tight—tighter than Vicky's had been—and I could feel the way her walls clung to me with every inch I sank in. There was a faint resistance at first, and then I felt it give, the stretch making her let out a soft cry.
A thin streak of blood began to trail down her pale thigh onto the dark sheets beneath us.
I froze for a moment. "You okay?" I asked, my voice low but laced with concern.
Amy nodded quickly, biting her lip. "Don't stop. I want this."
Vicky, lying naked beside us with one hand propped under her head, smirked. "She's fine, Silas. Give her what she's asking for! What she's been waiting all this time for!"
I pulled back slowly, then pushed forward again, picking up a steady rhythm. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. Amy moaned louder with each thrust, her hands sliding up to grip my shoulders. Her nails pressed into my skin as her hips began to rock in time with mine.
"You feel… so fucking good," I groaned, the heat around me making my head spin.
"Harder," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as her legs tightened around my waist.
I obliged, driving into her with more force, watching her modest perky breasts bounce with the movement, her nipples were hard and flushed.
Beside us, Vicky reached out, brushing her fingers lightly over Amy's stomach before trailing them down to where we were joined. "God, you're taking him so well," she murmured to her sister.
Amy's head fell back against the pillows, a long moan spilling from her lips. "Don't stop… please, Silas…"
I tightened my grip on her thighs and kept going, my hips snapping forward faster now. The sheets were damp beneath us from our bodies and the water still dripping from our skin.
Amy's eyes were wet, but not from pain. Her lips trembled as she smiled up at me. "I'm so fucking happy," she breathed. "I finally got my threesome! Hehehe… It's incredible!" Her voice was shaky, half from emotion and half from the way my cock was still moving inside her.
Vicky let out a warm, amused laugh and shifted closer on the bed. "Then let's make it even better," she murmured before lowering her head to Amy's chest. Her lips closed around one of Amy's smaller, freckled breasts, kissing and sucking gently at first, then swirling her tongue over the hardened peak.
Amy let out a sharp gasp, her back arching into Vicky's mouth as her hands shot up to clutch at the sheets.
The change in Amy's body was instant. I could feel her pussy tightening around me in hard, fluttering squeezes with every pull of Vicky's mouth. The extra grip made me groan deep in my throat, my hips jerking forward harder. "Fuck, that feels amazing," I growled, watching the two of them as I kept fucking her.
Amy whimpered, her voice breaking. "God—Vicky—Silas—don't stop."
Vicky lifted her head just long enough to smirk at me. "She's so fucking wet for you right now." Then she dipped back down, this time sucking harder, her hand sliding up to cup Amy's other breast and roll the nipple between her fingers.
Amy's thighs trembled against my hips, her entire body caught between my thrusts and Vicky's mouth. "It's too much—oh fuck—it's so good!" she gasped.
I adjusted my angle, pushing her legs back slightly so I could drive deeper. The new position made her cry out, her walls gripping me even tighter. I could feel every little tremor inside her, every spasm as her pleasure built.
"Don't hold back," I told her, my voice low and rough. "I want you to cum all over me."
Vicky glanced up, her lips shiny from Amy's skin, and grinned. "You heard him, Ames. Let go." She sealed her mouth over Amy's breast again, sucking and flicking her tongue rapidly.
Amy's head rolled back, her eyes squeezed shut, and her pussy clamped down around me so hard it made my rhythm stutter. A long, shuddering moan spilled from her lips as her orgasm hit, her hips jerking up to meet me with desperate, uneven thrusts. I kept going, riding her through it, savoring every pulse and squeeze until she went limp beneath us, panting and flushed, a dazed smile on her face.
Vicky glanced between us, "Might not be the best idea to finish inside her. We don't even know if that healing magic she got from Skyrim stops pregnancy," Vicky warned me.
I let out a low, frustrated groan. "Pretty sure it doesn't," I muttered, even though the last thing I wanted was to pull out. The pressure building in me was so close to breaking it hurt.
Her eyes narrowed just slightly, that knowing look on her face. "Then pull out."
With a deep breath through gritted teeth, I forced myself to slow and ease back, sliding my cock out of Amy's warmth. The head was slick with precum and her wetness, and a faint string of it clung between us for a moment before breaking and sliding down her inner thigh. Amy's legs were still spread wide, her chest rising and falling quickly, her cheeks flushed deep pink as she looked up at me with glassy eyes.
"You look fucking gorgeous like this," I said.
She bit her lip, a small, needy whimper escaping.
Vicky grinned and shifted upright on the bed. Her hand reached out and wrapped around my cock. Her grip was warm, slick, and sure as she began stroking me in slow, deliberate pulls from base to tip. "You should still cum all over her," she murmured lustfully. "Mark her as yours."
The image made my stomach clench and my hips jerk into her hand. "Fuck…" I groaned.
Amy's gaze locked with mine, her voice soft but insistent. "Do it. I want to feel it." She arched her back slightly, angling herself toward me in invitation.
Vicky leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing my ear. "Cover her, Silas. Let her feel every drop. Let her smell like you when we're done." She gave a little twist of her wrist at the top, her thumb rubbing the spot just under the head that made my knees want to buckle. Her hand pumped along my shaft in firm, steady strokes, the slickness from Amy and my own precum making her grip glide perfectly. Every pass of her palm over the sensitive head made my stomach clench and my legs tighten.
I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily into her hand. "Fuck… Vicky… I'm so close."
Amy's eyes were locked on mine from below, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as she watched.
Vicky's other hand slid over Amy's hip, holding her steady. "She's ready for you. Give it to her." She twisted her wrist at the top of each stroke, her thumb rubbing just under the head in a way that made my breath catch every time.
"Shit—" I groaned again, feeling my body tense. The heat in my core snapped and my whole frame shook as the first hot rope of cum erupted from me, splattering across Amy's stomach and breasts.
Vicky kept stroking me through it, milking every last pulse. Each spurt coated Amy more, streaks running down her stomach and dripping between her thighs. My thighs trembled from the intensity, and I had to brace a hand on the mattress to steady myself.
"Fuck… that's so much," Amy murmured, glancing down her body at the mess. Her voice was breathless but tinged with a smile.
Vicky gave me one last slow stroke before letting go, her hand slick with the mix of fluids. "Perfect," she said with satisfaction, her gaze roaming over Amy's cum-covered skin. "Now she's marked exactly how she should be."
I could only nod, still catching my breath, the sight in front of me burned into my mind.
Vicky then grinned at me. "It's my turn again, Dragonborn..."
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