"Miss Hebert." And how does Kaiser know my face and name? Though... the whole city already knows. And for him, the leader of the largest cape group controlling half the city - God himself commanded it. I think my photo appeared on his desk right after the Bakuda incident, if not earlier.
"Mister Anders," I dryly pronounce his name and nod my head in response. I barely restrain myself from saying "Mister Anderson," drawing out the vowels like Agent Smith in The Matrix. Because his face is familiar to me too. He's Max Anders of Medhall, philanthropist, playboy, billionaire and all that. At night - Kaiser, leader of the Empire Eighty-Eight group. Why is his face familiar to me? Because people are immersed in the organic gel bath completely without clothes - I don't need extra distracting factors during restoration. So I saw him not only without a mask, but without clothes in principle.
I silently hand him a towel and he just as silently accepts it. I give him credit - he didn't blush or cover himself with his hands, as Megawatt and Barrier did in their time, though there it was possibly because they first saw Amy's face, their niece and cousin...
Behind my back Purity sobbed, but didn't take a step forward, restrained herself. Kaiser stood up from the bath, dried himself with the towel, unhurriedly wrapped it around his hips and looked at her.
"Kayden," he says and nods briefly. "I understand this is your idea?"
"Yes," she says firmly. He sighs and shakes his head. Looks around. His eyes narrow at the sight of the bath with Fenja's body lying there. At the sight of Menja, who sits next to that bath.
"What are the conditions?" he asks me.
"Conditions?"
"Miss Hebert," he frowns. "Please don't insult my intelligence. You and I were not allies, moreover, you attacked my people. You killed my people. I cannot assume good will from you after such things. My death would have been beneficial to you. The Empire falls apart, you could have claimed rights to the territory."
"Mister Anders," I draw out the vowels in Agent Smith style, standing up and wiping my hands on a small towel. "You amaze me. I don't have such rich experience in resurrection, but before, people didn't even realize they had died... as if the last seconds were erased from memory. But you... you're smart and cold-blooded enough. It's a pity we didn't meet when you were still alive."
"Most likely nothing good would have come from that meeting, Miss Hebert." Kaiser accepts his clothes from Purity and begins dressing, unhurriedly and not looking in my direction. I move to the bath with Fenja lying there and look down at her. If somewhere a contest for blonde beast was held, then Fenja and Menja would definitely make it to the finals. Snow-white skin, upturned nose, well-built body, small brown nipples, long strong legs, a triangle of black hair in the hollow... looking at her was clearly more pleasant than observing Max Anders' body, a man of age with gray hair on his chest and legs.
"So what do you want, Miss Hebert?" he continues, throwing a snow-white shirt over his shoulders. Purity helps him with the cufflinks.
"What's the price for miraculous resurrection? How much do divine-rank services cost nowadays? And... is ongoing cooperation possible? If it's about money... but no. Most likely not. You yourself can give out money now, can't you, Miss Hebert? I heard that Coil submitted to you, but didn't believe it... until this moment. If you possess such abilities, then his decision to become your subordinate is the wisest of all he's made in his life. If I had known about this..." he shakes his head. "I hope you know that the decision to attempt kidnapping your father was made by Brad and Sabrina independently. And as soon as I heard about it - I immediately forbade any moves toward you or your loved ones. Not because the Empire fears you, but because even at that moment you looked like a quite reasonable person one could negotiate with."
"Glad to hear it," I respond, lowering my hands into the organic gel solution, touching Fenja's shoulder.
"He's lying," Fifth informs me. "Of course he's lying. He didn't approve the kidnapping, but didn't forbid it either. Typical proxy war. If something happens, he's not involved. And if it works out - everyone's heroes."
"Well... it's not like I believed him," I answer him. "But now he's my snake. A snake on a short leash with a built-in taser."
"You're a cunning creature, Taylor," approval sounds in Fifth's voice. "My girl."
"From anyone but you I don't want to hear such things," I respond. My power works with Fenja's dead body. From the outside it's quite a lengthy procedure, but no one knows that Panacea's power can resurrect people almost instantly, if there's sufficient organic mass. Any modern person has enough, unless they were released from a concentration camp. Subcutaneous fat, visceral fat, as a last resort - muscles, primarily leg muscles. So I don't really need the bath... for resurrection.
But I'm not just doing organism restoration, I'm implanting a direct control mechanism in the brain, right into the anomalous areas of the Gemma and Corona. When I set the condition that "you won't be able to harm me" - I'm lying to people.
They can. Because otherwise all free will goes to hell, that's one. And secondly - I don't know how to do that! Because concepts of "harm" or "benefit," "good" or "evil" are subjective and relative concepts. For someone, putting a bullet in the head might seem like a benefit, so they don't suffer, for example. Bypassing such limitations in higher psyche is easy. It's enough to convince yourself that this is "benefit," and this is "harm." People are capable of more than that. However... even that I'm not able to do with brains. Maybe it's good that way.
I'll simply install a direct control module in each of them, which gives me the ability to see through their eyes and hear through their ears - just like with my insects. In extreme cases I can simply intercept control, control their bodies directly, turning off consciousness or not - doesn't matter. The person will remain locked in their mind until I decide otherwise. Thus I'll see and hear how those people I resurrected plan conspiracies. Or try to attack me. And before that - I'll see and hear everything they see and hear. That is, I myself will determine what is benefit and what is harm. Of course, there's always the possibility of leaving the sphere of my power's action, I can't do anything about that... but, first, my sphere of influence is constantly growing, and second - if a person is so far away, then their possibilities to harm me aren't so great. And yes, from this point of view it's better for me if Kaiser and his capes remain in the city. Even if they do nothing for me personally - they'll always remain my combat reserve, without even knowing it.
Meanwhile Kaiser is quite a strong cape. Fenja and Menja fought Leviathan in hand-to-hand combat, even pushed him back a bit. Tattletale says the Endbringers are just playing with us, but even so - there are few people who could stand against an Endbringer on equal terms and last in close combat longer than a second. And this, not to mention that Empire Eighty-Eight is the largest and most organized cape group on the entire coast, not counting the Protectorate.
So now Kaiser is sweating for nothing, it's beneficial for me if he and his group remain in the city and even prosper a bit. However, he'll clearly have to rebrand and abandon questionable practices... The Empire shouldn't be taken under direct control and management, I need "terrible villains" in the city. It would be bad if I remain the most villainous cape in the city, wouldn't it?
I finish installing the direct control module in Fenja's head and start the restoration process. She opens her eyes and immediately chokes on the organic gel, bends in half, sits up in the bath and starts coughing. Menja immediately rushes to her, and I step back and admire my handiwork. A young girl of athletic build, blonde beast, Fenja looked attractive before, but now... I smile at my mischief.
Instead of handing her sister a towel, Menja hugs her and breaks into sobs. Fenja hugs her back and blinks around in confusion.
"Thank you," sounds Kaiser's voice, who has already buttoned his vest and put on his jacket. "Nessa and Jessica have been inseparable since childhood. I can't imagine how they would live without each other... but let's return to the conditions, Miss Hebert. After all, this isn't charity? I would gladly accept it as such, don't look a gift horse in the mouth... but it's not a gift, is it?"
"Very well, Mister Anders," I wipe my hands with a towel and turn to him. "Now about the conditions..."
At the same time, I-Amy am sitting on the edge of the tallest building in Brockton Bay, which by irony of fate is the Medhall building. Sitting and dangling my legs over the abyss. Next to me on the ledge is a six-pack of beer, four already empty. Along with the pack on the ledge stand a couple of cardboard boxes with spicy squid snacks. On the other side of me, Glory sits on the ledge with her legs tucked under her, looking into the distance at the lights of the night city. In her hand is a half-empty can of Budweiser. I smirk at my thoughts.
"What are you laughing at?" Victoria frowns.
"Just so," I answer. "Who would see you now. Glory Girl in teenage rebellion. Drinking beer on Medhall's roof. Third can in a row, by the way. Should take a photo... I'd definitely hang such a poster on the wall. Next to the previous one. And I'd get an autograph from you... but like that, with a drunk hand and across half the poster. And everything should be puked on... now that would be an artifact."
"Fuck off," she says weakly and again directs her gaze into the distance. "It's all because of you. I lived before you and knew no troubles, everything was so simple. Villain - punch in the face. Hero - good. School, studies, Dean as boyfriend, though he annoyed me a bit... Missy, the little backup singer, thinks I don't see how she looks at him. Please, I don't need it for free... but he kisses so well... PRT - scolds for damage, but praises that I delivered the villain. Amy... nice little sister who'll always support, even if a bit gloomy. And then - you! And everything topsy-turvy, everything to hell."
"Wow. I lived to see the bright day when Glory herself said the word 'hell,'" I smirk. "That's quite an achievement."
"Hell," she repeats and finishes the can's contents, crumples it in her hand and throws it down. Listens. Somewhere far below a barely audible "clang" from impact. Hooligan.
"Amy after that worm of yours seemed to completely lose it," she complains. "I was even scared. Never saw her like that. And... you know, from that day it's like scales fell from my eyes... I never loved Dean! Saw what he was... and his touches became somehow disgusting immediately... don't know what's the matter."
"But I think I know..." I mutter. Of course, Panacea, after someone dared interfere with her sister's body - took measures so no one could anymore. Neither me with my worms, nor Dean Stansfield with his rays of orgasm and joy. And what is Dean without those rays? Just a teenager, there are plenty of those around. No, definitely, he owes me, need to show him to Bakuda, let her make a Divine Orgasm and Infinite Friendship Bomb based on his abilities. I'll love the Endbringers, right to death... Simurgh is quite something... even if big. But if with Fenja and Menja together, they'll grow to her size, and such a picture for Playboy will turn out, you'll rock.
"And she became completely different... as if... I don't know. Like a stranger. But she's my sister!" Victoria extended her hand to me, opening her palm and making an impatient finger movement. I tear the cardboard packaging and put a new can of beer in her hand. I think to myself that Amy didn't restrain herself. Yes, her power doesn't work with brains subtly, giving suggestions, but she can put carnal desire for a specific object into her sister. Which she did. She didn't account for one factor though - Victoria Dallon, Glory Girl - is a heroine. All her life she denied her own feelings and always did what was proper, what was needed, what was fitting. And even if Panacea made it so that now Vicky languishes with desire to tear off Amy's clothes and rape her - it's useless. Experiencing desires and giving in to them are different things. Victoria and Amy - you could make nails from these people, there wouldn't be stronger nails in the world.
Useless waste of time, energy, resources and feelings. Vicky will never give in to temptation, she's a heroine. And Amy is her sister. That's all. Even if Vicky suffers - she'll just continue suffering, if necessary - until the end of her life. And this is very, very sad.
"Amy liked girls," I say aloud, just to say something.
"So what!" Victoria bristles. "So what! She's still good! She's great! You're the villain! Took over her body and... hic!"
"What? Can't hear you, miss..." I take another sip from the can and dangle my legs over the abyss.
"My sister is the best, even if she's a killer and pervert," Victoria says firmly and I suddenly feel Amy waking up in my head! She's just observing, she doesn't interfere, doesn't try to intercept control - just watches.
"So you're capable of forgiving her even that she's a killer and pervert?" I ask again.
"She's not a killer! Well, she killed you, but you're alive! So not a killer!" Victoria declares to me and pokes me in the chest with her finger. "Can you even be killed? Where's your needle, button... hic!"
"Stop it, ticklish," I say, pushing Victoria away from me, who started feeling around my sides as if searching for something.
"You must have a button, hic! Damn imba. Drove away the Endbringer. PRT says it was Scion, but I know Scion wasn't there. You and your bomber! Hic! She has a nice ass, by the way..." Vicky says knowledgeably and drinks half the can in one gulp.
"I'll probably go home myself," I say and move away from her. "Otherwise you'll fly drunk and crash into some pole. Nothing will happen to you, but my head will be smashed, then I'll have to fix it."
"You forgot? Forgoooot?" Victoria's finger appears before my eyes, she traces meaningful figure-eights with it. "I have nowhere to go. Now... hic! Where you go - I go. Will you make a bed for me on the couch? You have a living room, right? Or do you live with that blonde bitch? Can't stand Tattletale... hic!"
"Who loves her," I sigh. "Keep in mind, I'm also slightly drunk. This body doesn't know how to process alcohol, and spending another med-kit on drinking... too wasteful. I'll save it for morning."
"Such is life, Taylor-Amy," Victoria says, finishes the can, crumples it in her hand to the state of a small aluminum ball and launches it into the sky with force. A fiery arc traces across the night sky. I look at the arc and think that for the first time I see a meteorite launched from below. Glory really has no limits to her foolishness.
"Hmm," I chuckle, watching how she looks with regret at the empty package.
"What are you chuckling about?" she turns her head to me. "We're out of booze. Let's fly, find some. Hic! If anything - I'll break the window, and you leave money. Or we'll settle up tomorrow."
"Who would have thought that Victoria Dallon, Glory Girl, is a hooligan," I sigh. "And she looks like such an exemplary girl."
"Taylor, go to hell. I won't tolerate lectures from you. Think you know me, huh? You all - think you know me?" Victoria folds her arms across her chest.
"Of course. You're Glory. The cover heroine," I answer her. "Your poster hangs on my wall, remember? I know more about Glory's school years and 'becoming a heroine' than you do. You were always my idol, so I know quite a lot about you. The right girl does the right things. At the right time."
"You all don't know shit," Victoria slides down from the ledge and hangs in the air in front of me. "You all... what can you know about me?"
"Your name is Victoria Dallon, you love sports and going to movies with friends, in childhood you adored hiding in the boat house in summer and little kittens, you love classics and play piano, you had a very good jiu-jitsu trainer, and when you stand in snow - you look like an angel," I say. She falls silent for a second, as if deciding on something, and suddenly her face is very close.
"Did you also know this about me?" she whispers and her lips turn out to be so soft and hot...
Victoria's warm lips. Her arm around my neck. For a brief moment I lose myself in the magic and impossibility of this moment. I freeze, not believing my own feelings. Glory, the Glorious Girl from the poster in my bedroom – is hugging me and kissing me! This... this is incredible! It seems like I'm about to turn into a pillar of salt, I'm afraid to move and frighten away the magic of this night, I'm not even breathing...
"Well then, chief villain of Brockton Bay, Great and Terrible Administrator – do you still think you know me?" Victoria says, pulling back, and her voice turns out to be unexpectedly low, with a raspy quality, these sounds send hordes of goosebumps along my spine. What is this? Amy's feelings? My own? My throat suddenly goes dry and I swallow.
"I... no. I don't know you like this." I say honestly: "I never would have supposed that you..."
"Shut up, Taylor." She leans toward me again, and I'm lost again in the magic of the moment and the warmth of her soft lips. How much time we spend like this, me – sitting on the ledge and not feeling my legs, and her – hovering in the air opposite me and kissing my lips – I don't know. Time seems like such an insignificant factor right now. Everything in the world seems insignificant. The PRT, Protectorate, Empire 88, Merchants, Endbringers, the fact that at Coil's backup base I'm now frozen with my mouth open to the amazement of Kaiser and his ex-wife, his nieces – none of this matters at all right now.
A hysterical thought flashes through my head that if I had known what would happen, that I would one day touch this absolutely alabaster skin of Glory, if back then, buying that poster for eighteen dollars saved from breakfasts, if I had known then... then what? Would I have died of happiness right then, clutching the rolled poster in my hands? Probably. God, what a fool I am. And... what will Lisa say? She's sleeping now, but she'll wake up! And what will my dad say? Or her dad? And... what the hell difference does it make what anyone says. The only opinions that matter to me are maybe Lisa's and dad's, and they would never judge me. Maybe they'll tease me, but nothing more.
"I... don't know what to say." I admit when Victoria pulls back once again to look directly at my face: "quite unexpected."
"Don't you like it? I can..."
"No! No." The words suddenly burst from my chest on their own, and I realize – that I no longer control this body! I see everything, feel everything, but – I don't control it! Somewhere at Coil's backup base, Me-Taylor jumps up from her seat, interrupting negotiations, gives a short command to her people and gets on a motorcycle, twisting the throttle and starting with wheel spin, leaving behind a black trail reeking of burnt rubber...
"Don't." my lips say: "please, Vicky."
"Amy?" disbelief appears in Victoria's eyes: "is that you? But... how?"
"Vicky! Don't leave, please, I'll explain everything..." my hands fly up to my chest on their own and clench. Fool, what are you doing, I think, you'll scare her away like this, don't do that. You can't start with apologies, well you can, of course, but you shouldn't feel guilty about it. More confident, Amy, more confident.
"Amy. Where's Taylor? And why did you appear... at such a moment?" Victoria leans back slightly: "this is... strange."
"But..." Amy's will holding the body suddenly disappears and now I'm alone with Victoria again.
"Tsk." I say and shake my head: "damn coward, always running away."
"Aha. And now you're Taylor." Victoria nods affirmatively: "I'd recognize that smirk of yours anywhere. Crooked like a scar across your face. And arrogant, as if only you're always right, and we're all just fools before your greatness. You just need a blonde wig and you'd be the spitting image of Tattletale."
"Here's the thing." I say: "I have something to discuss with you too. Let's fly."
"Where to?"
"Where we need to. I'll show you where." I stand on the edge of the ledge. Below – the lights of the night city, the barely lit parking lot at Medhall. The abyss beckons me to take a step. I extend my leg forward and...
"Taylor?! Have you lost your mind?!" Victoria catches me in flight: "have you completely lost it?"
"I always dreamed of being saved by you, you know." I confide to her: "it was such a wet dream of a girl scout. You know, mutants would attack the city, and at the last moment, just as a huge blue half-crocodile half-human would tear the blouse from my chest – you would appear. Glory. The heroine. In shining armor."
"I don't have armor." she grumbles: "where am I supposed to fly?"
"Over there." I point: "and anyway, it was a dream. In dreams it doesn't matter – whether you have armor or not. Usually I imagined you in your first hero costume, remember it?"
"That was just a leotard!" I can't see, but from her voice I'm sure Vicky is blushing now.
"It hugged you so wonderfully." I sigh: "so anyway, you would appear and save me from the crocodile mutant, and then I would sit on the floor in a torn blouse and trustingly raise my tear-filled eyes to you, and you would suddenly – suddenly realize how wonderful I am and decide to be friends with me."
"Seriously? Just be friends?" she shakes her head incredulously: "you? What about all your perverted..."
"Hey! Those were childhood fantasies! I really wanted to be friends with you then. I didn't know anything about sex back then. It's all Tattletale's fault for corrupting me."
"Of course. I don't believe you, Taylor. And... what about Amy? How is she?"
"She got scared." I answer: "it's hard for her to admit her feelings and open up."
"But I'm her sister!"
"And that only makes it worse." I sigh: "sometimes it's hardest of all to open up to close people. That's the basis of the stranger paradox – you can tell everything to a random person. Carry us over there, see that condo? Yeah, right onto the balcony."
"But there's someone standing there..."
"That's me."
"What?!"
"Look, I'll wave at you now, see?" Me-Taylor waves at us from the balcony of the safe house.
"Holy shit. You have two bodies, I always forget about that." Victoria says, hovering in the air next to the balcony: "what's it like?"
"Quite acceptable." I answer through Me-Taylor: "and my name is Legion. Seriously. I can be one in ten thousand bodies. And probably will be."
"Holy shit. Hello, Taylor. I know you're one person, but for me – I'm seeing you for the first time today." she says, landing on the balcony and carefully setting Amy down.
"Hello to you too." I say, accepting the rules of the game. Indeed, an unprepared person could get dizzy, it's easier for her to perceive Me-Amy and Me-Taylor as separate personalities, well, so be it.
"Whose apartment is this?" Vicky asks, going inside and looking around: "quite cozy. And tasteful."
"You're better off not knowing." I answer through Taylor, opening the refrigerator and pulling out bottles: "there's alcohol, I'll make tea now. I can also heat up food."
"I knew it. Tattletale's apartment?" Victoria squints.
"Am I really as transparent as cellophane?" Me-Taylor throws up my hands: "everyone reads me like an open book. I'd definitely never make it as a double agent."
"You wouldn't even make it as a single agent." Victoria smirks: "and besides, it's hard not to understand whose apartment this is when there's your portrait in a frame on the bookshelf."
"Well. Maybe I put myself in the frame and on the shelf..."
"Nooo..." Victoria twirls her index finger in the air making loops: "don't try to wriggle out of this. Admit it, what kind of relationship do you have with her? Huh?"
"Uh... what's there to admit. I love her. She's... a pain in the ass of course, but always on the edge, you understand." I say and sit down next to Vicky. Me-Amy meanwhile starts setting the table.
"A pain? She's a bitch. With her dirty tongue... ugh, I'd show her!" Victoria threatens the air with her fist: "do you know what she said to me?!"
"Yeah, well. She sure knows how to make friends." I sigh: "but actually she's a very vulnerable and frightened girl. You see, I've seen her in different situations. I've seen her under torture, Vicky. Real torture, when they drilled her skull and tore off her nails. Put electrodes directly into her brain. You know what? Even then she tried to joke. It's... it's just her way of protecting herself from the world, understand?"
"What? God, how horrible... how did that happen?"
"It just... happened." I don't want to explain to her about Coil and his "torture sessions every second Wednesday of the month." Too many words.
"You healed her? I see." Victoria nods: "but still horrible! I hope whoever did that, I hope you killed him. The way you know how – in the most cruel way."
"You approve of killing? But you're a hero and..."
"Taylor! Shut up! I already said you don't know shit about me!" Victoria raises her voice. Behind her, I in Amy's body place my hands on her shoulders. She flinches and looks around. Lowers her raised shoulders, relaxes. Me-Amy begins massaging her shoulder muscles. How tense and knotted they are.
"Okay." Me-Taylor raises my hands: "okay, sorry. I really didn't expect... anything like that from you. Let's chalk it up to culture shock. As for the person who dared to hurt Tattletale like that... no, I didn't kill him. I did worse."
"What could be worse than being devoured by your insects? Did you turn him into a hive? Bury him alive? Feed him his own bits?" Victoria pulls a beer bottle toward herself and flicks the cap at the ceiling with her thumb. Takes a big gulp.
"I gave him to Tattletale." I say and see Victoria choke on her beer and start coughing. Me-Amy immediately pats her back gently.
"That's... that's... that's cruel." she admits after coughing: "but still... you and Tattletale? Sorry I didn't know that and..." she's clearly uncomfortable: "I didn't want to come between you."
"You're not coming between us." I shake my head: "there's no place for jealousy in our relationship. It's unconditional love, understand? I love her no matter what she does or where she is. And with whom. And she does too. Actually Tattletale... she's too smart." I smile. Indeed, Lisa was too smart, and therefore almost asexual. All the sex was in her head, and she had quite a big head.
"Either way, I don't care." Victoria says, as if deciding on something and stands up from her chair: "I don't care about Tattletale. I'll think about her tomorrow. I like you, Taylor. Where's your bedroom?"
"Are you sure about this?" I ask her: "you're drunk right now and..."
"And you should be glad about that. Because tomorrow I'll be ashamed." She takes me-Taylor by the hand and drags me into the room. Pushes me onto the couch and looms over me. Her hot breath is very close, it stirs my hair, I feel her knee pressing the couch fabric between my legs.
"You can back out now, Taylor. I won't force you..." I hear her hot whisper: "but if you agree, there'll be no going back... I don't care that you're a villain, don't care that you're a killer... I've always liked you. From the very first time you beat me up at the Ship Graveyard, I wanted to be with you. But you were a villain and I wasn't allowed. But today – I don't care anymore. I'm no longer a hero, not Glory. Tonight you'll spend with Victoria. Is that enough for you?"
"Vicky, the poster with your face, with your body in a swimsuit – still hangs in my bedroom." I answer, leaning back against the couch: "you alone are more than enough for me. Whoever you are tonight."
"Well that's perfect, Taylor. Tonight heroes will triumph over villains." Her hand slides across my chest, higher, even higher, fingers find the zipper tab and pull it down. All the way down. She unzips my motorcycle suit and practically pulls me out of it. For a second I forgot how strong she is. I feel her fingers find the bra clasp and easily deal with it, feel the breath of cool air on my bare skin... feel how her soft lips slide down, capturing my nipple and I let out an involuntary moan.
"Tonight you'll be only mine, Taylor." Victoria says, pulling away from me and pulling off her t-shirt. She's not wearing a bra! Her breasts are right in front of my eyes and I slowly, not believing my luck – raise my hands and take the ripe fruits in my palms. Vicky closes her eyes. My hands slide down her body... and two other pairs of hands continue to carefully hold Victoria's ripe fruits in their palms.
"What? Amy?!" Victoria turns around, but me-Amy holds her tight and presses my lips to hers. Me-Taylor pulls off her pants along with her panties, something tears and rips. Don't care.
"Can't leave her out, Vicky." I say, letting Amy into her own body, allowing her to take control and feel the weight of Victoria's ripe breasts with her own hands.
"But..." she barely has time to breathe as I finally find the place where her thighs meet and she bites her lip. Amy inhales the scent of her hair from behind, pressing against her, caressing her breasts and trembling all over. What's more here – my own feelings, or Amy's finally unleashed passion?
"God, how bad I am..." Victoria breathes, pulling away from Amy's lips: "between two girls, one of whom is a villain, and the other is my own sister!"
"Exciting, isn't it?" I breathe in her ear.
"Y-yes." she nods: "More! Tonight I want to be very bad! Amy... you came back. Don't leave, please. I... you... I don't know why it turned out this way with us, Amy. Forgive me..." she says, but Amy doesn't answer. She silently begins kissing her back, between her shoulder blades, going lower and lower... Victoria arches and an involuntary moan escapes her lips.
I bite my lip, in the moonlight streaming from the street through the window – this sight is mesmerizing. Victoria's sculptural beauty, arched backward while Amy's hands caress her from behind... I rise on my elbows, trying to capture every tiny detail in memory. Too bad I don't have a camera with me, I would rewatch this movie again and again. Vicky is simply dazzling, her body seems carved by the best masters from marble, her beauty is the beauty of the golden ratio in every curve, in every movement.
"Lie down!" she suddenly pushes me in the chest with her hand and I fall on my back. Should have unfolded the couch, a belated thought flashes through my head.
"I told you, Taylor. The Administrator will be defeated by heroes. Tonight. This night." she says and there's a low rasp in her voice. She descends from above and kisses my stomach. Then lower... even lower and I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud...
"Vicky!" I grab her hair.
"You have a long night ahead, villain. I'll squeeze all the juices out of you. I'm enduring." hot whisper right into my stomach. Behind Victoria leaning over me rises Amy's figure, she raises her hands, pulling off her clothes.
"Shouldn't underestimate villains, Glorious Girl. We know how to find allies. You're outnumbered." I say and Amy from behind finds her weak spot. Victoria leans forward and opens her mouth, but I hold her hair tightly and press her hot lips to me. Where they should have been from the very beginning.
"You talk too much, heroine. I think I found the true use for your lips and tongue." I say and finally let Amy free. Victoria squeezes out a quiet moan, this sound resonates below, I bring my thighs together, arching and...
When I open my eyes – I see Victoria leaning over me. Her eyes are shining, feverish blush plays on her cheeks, hair is disheveled in all directions, she's naked and wanton and yet this is the most beautiful picture in the world.
"Finally the Administrator was defeated. Even if in bed." she says solemnly, drawing out the words as if reading an ancient ode or hymn: "beg for mercy, Taylor!"
"Never." I answer and Amy sneaking up from behind grabs Victoria's hands, I turn over and Amy and I pile on top of Victoria. The couch creaks under us, something inside bursts with a deafening sound.
"Enough!" she fights back: "hey, enough! That's it, already! I... enough!"
"But you said you were enduring, that for the whole night..." I draw out the words, mimicking her: "so how about it? Begging for mercy, wanton maiden?"
"I don't have that much experience." Victoria admits: "I... well with Dean we always had something like petting. And I had no experience with others... when I get carried away I can break a person. What, always keep Amy nearby?"
"I don't remember that stopping you from maiming people on the streets." Amy responds and Victoria coughs. Immediately sits up and covers herself with her hands.
"Amy?! Is that really you?!"
"It's her." I assure her: "she's really with us now."
"But..." Victoria covers herself with her hands and blushes: "Amy, don't think. I... yes, I thought about you like that, but you're not..."
"Vicky! It's my fault, I..."
"Both of you shut up!" I raise my voice, and they fall silent.
"So here's the deal." I say, getting up from the broken couch and putting my hands on my hips: "Vicky – Amy loves you. Just loves you, that's all. Yes, with carnal desires. And there's nothing terrible about it, do what you want in your bedroom. Now Amy – surprisingly, but Vicky is also not indifferent to you. Well... we understand why, but it's hard for her to admit her feelings, she's our proper girl. Like you, by the way. So the equation is simple – she loves you, you love her, so why waste time? No, we could of course spend the rest of the night on reflection and all this 'oh my god how terrible life is', but it seems to me that it would be much more constructive to continue what we started."
"Amy?" Victoria looks at her sister: "is that so? Do you... want this too?"
"More than anything in the world!" Amy flares up. Victoria relaxes and lowers her hands. Looks at her sister, then at me. Spreads her arms to the sides in an inviting gesture.
"If so – then come to me, little sister. I've always loved you. Perhaps – not enough."
"Oh Vicky..." Amy hugs her and freezes in her embrace. Tears glisten in her eyes. I sigh with satisfaction – with the feeling of a job well done.
"You look very funny. You know." Victoria says: "standing there, hands on hips, and you're completely naked."
"Pfft... you know a lot about beauty." I respond: "about beauty and group sex. Do you know why group sex is good?"
"Because you're a pervert?" she suggests.
"Because you can quietly sleep in the corner, and then tell everyone you were the best!"
"I think this villain is asking for it, what do you say Amy? Shall we attack her together?" Victoria pats Amy on the back: "attack and..."
"Sorry." Amy says quietly.
"What?"
"Sorry. Taylor. I... screwed up. Wanted to kill you. And even did kill you. I'm an idiot. Please forgive me. Just don't hurt Victoria, I beg you."
"God, what are you talking about? Why would I hurt Victoria?" I'm amazed.
"No, I think you misunderstood her." Victoria lowers her hand and squeezes Amy's buttock, she makes an indistinct squeak: "she means 'don't hurt Victoria, hurt me! Spank me! Tie me up! Do everything rough!' Something like that. Do you have a whip in this apartment? Nipple clamps? A bigger dildo?"
"No! That's not what I meant!"
"Hmm? Lisa definitely has something..."
"Nooooo!"