Vice Bunker 6 (Patreon)

Vice Bunker
Chapter 6

-VB-

I was in my office alone when a knock on the door alerted me to a visitor.

“Come in.”

The door opened… and Taylor walked in. She gingerly closed the door and walked in. I gestured for her to sit, and she did. Dressed in baggy pants, a shirt, and a jacket in all drab colors of blue, white, and grey, she didn’t look as great as she could.

She had control of her insects again, but she was still physically flustered. Because of this, she had an odd combination of being flustered and flushed physically but cool and calm emotionally as she shifted her emotions to her bugs.

She looked at me straight in the eyes.

I wondered what she was thinking right now. I would be sad if she said that yesterday night was a mistake and ask me to forget about it.

… But she’s not saying anything.

“You okay, Taylor?” I asked her as I set pushed my laptop aside.

“...” she didn’t say anything as she lowered her face for a moment before she looked back up with a straight back. “I want to know your intentions.”

O…kay, getting straight to business, huh?

I dropped my smile and looked at her in the eyes.

“I like women.”

She blinked in surprise.

“It’s no secret that I am sleeping with Kali.”

She nodded, and that’s probably why she came to see me.

Kali had introduced herself to Danny and the workers who’d moved into my bunker. She was able to hit it off with them, sharing in their experience as a persecuted and downtrodden class (she was a faunus, and though the Dockworkers didn’t get it, they understood what being stepped on felt like in this blasted world). She, of course, also met Taylor.

Kali also introduced herself as my lover.

“She knows that I slept with you intend to continue to do so.”

Taylor’s hands clenched. “So I am just a … mistress on the side?” she asked curtly.

“No,” I replied. “Not unless that’s all you want with me.”

“What… exactly will I be, then?” Both of us knew that she couldn’t afford to make a big mess of this nor did she wanted to.

“As long as you don’t directly damage the operations and security of the bunker, I’m not going to do anything to interfere with you,” I replied with a smile. “Hell, if you want my help in setting up some sturdy above ground structures so that you can go out, then I’ll even do that. You’re not just a fling, Taylor. I very much intend to keep you around not just for your power but also for who you are. Not many girls would rise to fight against Lung on their first night out.”

Her flush deepend and she finally let some of her emotions leak through.

“O-Oh.”

She fidgetted before rising up, nodding, and turning to leave.

She paused when she felt a tentacle around her wrist.

She looked back at me with wide eyes and nervously bitten lower lip. She didn’t fight me as I pushed all of the desk’s contents to the side while pulling her forward. Getting off of my chair as I began to strip her, I pushed her against the edge of the desk.

Taylor squeaked before moaning as I kissed her over her shoulder as her jacket fell to the ground, her jeans came down to her ankles, and her shirt came up and over her chest. My tentacles grew suction cups and began sucking away at her nipple and budding tits and another pulled her panties down as my dick pressed against her opening.

I broke the kiss and looked at her, while she looked up at me with wide eyes. She didn’t tell me to stop. She didn’t push me away. Instead, her arms pulled me towards her and wrapped my tentacles around me.

Taylor wanted this.

She wanted to feel loved and wanted.

Soon, wet skin-to-skin clapping rang out in my office, and didn’t end until Taylor became a twitching and trembling mess.

-VB-

“Oh~!” Kali coo’ed as she fussed over Taylor, who was blushing. “You did say you were going to move in quickly. I didn’t expect you do it so quickly!” The three of us sat around in one of my bedrooms. This bedroom was waiting for its occupant, who would be the next person to be summoned from Waifu Summoning.

“To be fair,” I spoke up from where I sat on the bed. “She found my larger body first.”

“She did?” Kali asked as she looked at me for a moment before turning back to look at Taylor. “An adventurous sort of girl, aren’t you?”

“It just … kind of happened.”

Kali didn’t mention what I told her about my “great old one” origins and how it lured interested individuals to my larger body.

“I-Is this the only reason I’m here?” Taylor asked. She was trying not to push her emotions into her swarm, and I found her attempt endearing as much as I found how she begged me to fill her up arousing. “I thought it was supposed to be important.”

“You’re meeting family!” Kali said with a pout. “Of course, it’s important for you to be here.” Then she leaned in and whispered something to Taylor, who giggled.

Hmm? Were my girls already plotting against me?

Oh no, but anyway…

“I’ll leave you two to get to know each other,” I said as I got up on my many tentacles. “If you decide to get frisky, then make sure to clean up.”

-VB-

Technically, I could summon one waifu a day for weeks and would not run out, unlike the regular verison, thanks to the second trigger version of Waifu Summoning. I had limits, yes, but those were loose and really up to how much I could take.

See, while the second trigger version of Waifu Catalog disabled limits and decreased a waifu’s dependence on me from a year to an undetermined but much shorter time period, I still had to support them just as I was supporting Kali’s existence right now. I could feel the pull on myself through some esoteric means that supported her existence.

I had a feeling that if I had too many waifus around, then I might literally get ripped to shreds physically, if not also spiritually or whatever means supported Kali and other waifus-to-be.

So what I have been doing for the past week - yes, it’s been that long since I first summoned Kali - was measuring exactly how much this strain was.

So far, it proved to be bearable.

The real test, though, came when I had more than three.

(I was also afraid of getting a waifu who would be counterproductive to the current situation.)

In the same room where I introduced Kali and Taylor to each other as my lovers, I stood alone to summon my next lover. I hoped for someone like Kali again, but as long as they weren’t hostile (passive or active), I would be happy with a new lover.

Actually, if they didn’t want to be, then they didn’t need to be. I just needed some goddamn help while I developed my little haven.

I closed my eyes and rolled.

…

…

Poof.

I opened my eyes, and saw a column of smoke, oval-ish and about as wide as three people, in the middle of the room right next to the bed.

Huh, that was a different -.

A pair of pale hands came out of the smoke and grabbed both of my cheeks, and the woman in the cloud pulled herself forward.

Oh.

I recognized her immediately. Any American with a lick of history with comic would.

“Hello, Doctor Quinzel,” I said as a woman dressed in black and red jester outfit.

“Call me Harley, Hun,” she crooned. “Because I’m gonna be your woman~!”

Well, she liked being blunt.