Taking in the View (Bioshock Infinite) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Humiliation

Summary: Based off of this gif. Elizabeth is living her best life, finally getting to see Paris and so much more. But at the end of the day, her past has left her damaged in a very specific way. Namely, she just can't say no to a man with a plan. So, when her current boyfriend suggests using her portals in a very unique way, one that's a little humiliating but no less tantalizing... Elizabeth goes for it. Watching herself get fucked by that very same man on the other side of the tear is an eye-opener for the young woman. She realizes, she's finally found The One. 

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“Fuck, Liz… you always know how to make me feel good…”

The hand in Elizabeth’s hair tightens up a little, but not enough to hurt. In fact, having him holding her by her ponytail… it arouses her all the more, even as she slicks her fingers in and out of her dripping wet slit, while her other hand remains wrapped around the base of her lover’s cock. Gabriel tilts his head back and lets out a loud groan as Elizabeth does that thing she knows he likes, pulling her lips back to just the bell end of his cock, before swirling her tongue around it enthusiastically.

Kneeling there as her boyfriend sits on the couch, Elizabeth has no problems whatsoever with sucking his cock. After all, she’s not the innocent, naïve girl that she was a year ago. God, it’s only been a year, but for young Elizabeth, it feels like a lifetime. Born Anna DeWitt, Elizabeth’s story is one full of tragedy and heartbreak. Her mother died in childbirth, and her father… the less said about her father, the better.

But that was all behind her now. She’d managed to escape that tower, managed to escape Columbia itself. Comstock was dead twice over, and Elizabeth… Elizabeth was a free woman. All of that reading she’d done up in her tower had made her something of an educated woman as well. She was a brilliant girl, so making her way out into the world really wasn’t all that tough. Of course, the ability to create Tears in reality through which she could snag whatever she needed certainly helped matters too.

With her new found freedom, Elizabeth had done what she’d always wanted to do… she’d come to Paris to see the sights. She’d had some fun here and there, a few flings. Her first time with a man had been painful, but not altogether unpleasant. That relationship hadn’t lasted exceptionally long, however. Her second relationship had been just as short.

For a while, Elizabeth had flitted around, a free bird not willing to be tied down in one place. Except, that wasn’t quite true as it turned out. Elizabeth was more than willing to be tied down… just not by a weak man. She wanted something more, someone more… and in Gabriel, she’d found it. It was as if Gabriel could see through her, to the underneath of her.

She knew that her past left her… sort of messed up inside, and when most men caught a glimpse of that, they ran for the hills screaming. Not Gabriel though. Gabriel was different, and as Elizabeth kneels there between his legs, sucking his cock, she reflects that she’s right where she wants to be. Fingering herself, Elizabeth moans around the member in her mouth, flicking her eyes up to watch Gabriel’s reaction as the reverberations of her voice flow up his length.

In response, the young man, only a few years her senior, tosses his head back again, his grip on her ponytail a little tighter as he shudders in ecstasy.

“Liz… I’m getting close…”

Knowing that Gabriel has enough stamina to go more than one round, Elizabeth doesn’t pull back as she might have with a lesser man. Instead, she speeds up, picking up her pace and swallowing Gabriel’s cock down as best she can. She chokes a bit, gurgles a little, gags as her small throat fails to properly accommodate his sizable shaft… but in the end, her enthusiasm does the trick, and Gabriel begins to cum within moments.

She tries to drink down what she can, of course. She always does, especially after her lover told her how hot it is that she likes the taste of his cum. And she really does enjoy the taste, whether it’s because of the foods he eats, or simple because of her feelings for him. So, she swallows his load to the best of her abilities, with only a little bit managing to sneak out the side of her mouth as her cheeks chipmunk outwards.

Elizabeth is quick to slip that back in with a dainty thumb though, as she slides her mouth back off of Gabriel’s cock with a pop, rocking back on her heels and looking up to her boyfriend for approval. He still has a hold of her ponytail, but he relaxes that grip into a slow pet as he smiles down at her.

“That was amazing, Elizabeth. I assume you’re ready for the main course now?”

Licking her lips, her fingers still sliding in and out of her cunt, Elizabeth leans back to show him as much, even as she pants breathlessly.

“A-Always, Gabe…”

He looks down at where her pussy is dripping with need and nods, smiling… before a sudden considering look comes across his face.

“You know, I had an idea I wanted to run by you. I was thinking about your Tears, the other day.”

Elizabeth slows her masturbatory movements as she blinks at him, curious by what he’s suggesting. Shrugging with a sheepish smile, Gabriel chuckles.

“Well, you told me that there were basically uncountable versions of you out there, right? Millions and millions?”

Elizabeth slowly nods, wondering where Gabriel might be going with this. But he doesn’t give her an answer. Instead, he grabs her by the shoulders and lifts her to her feet, before turning her around and pulling her arms behind her back. A gasp of honest delight ripples from the young woman, as she rubs her pert little behind and dripping pussy lips back into his erection. 

But Gabriel doesn’t enter her right away. Instead, he leans in close and murmurs into her ear.

“Let’s take this to the bathroom, shall we?”

Elizabeth whimpers but nods, letting her beloved boyfriend walk her to the bathroom in a truly compromising position. The skirt she’s wearing is ridden up behind her, leaving his cock to ride her bare-naked ass and hot dog it quite pleasantly. Meanwhile, her top has already been pulled up to expose her tits, her nipples rock hard to the evening air that’s ghosted through the nearby open window.

Entering their extravagant French bathroom, Gabriel turns Elizabeth to face the mirror. With his arms locking her arms behind her back, there’s really nothing she can do but stare at her own flushed features, her blush that travels all the way down under her scrunched up top and to her breasts, her nipples so very hardened by her arousal.

She can’t see her own pussy, unfortunately, her skirt covers that up, but she can feel Gabriel running his cock down between her thighs, pressing up against her slit. A whimper leaves Elizabeth’s throat as she stares at herself, ready to watch as she’s fucked by her boyfriend. The only thing she doesn’t quite understand is how this has anything to do with her Tears.

“… We’ve done this before, haven’t we Elizabeth? I’ve had you watch yourself get fucked. But it’s always been a mirror. Why not go a step further? If there really are so many versions of you out there, then there has to be another version of you getting fucked in front of a mirror somewhere, right? After all, we both know how much you enjoyed it the first time.”

Elizabeth’s blush intensifies, even as she finally comprehends what he wants to do. It’s… a little embarrassing. She wouldn’t just be watching herself get fucked, she’d be watching another version of herself get fucked. Her mouth is dry, as she considers Gabriel’s proposal.

“W-What if… what if it isn’t you though, Gabe? What if the other me is being fucked by another man?”

Gabriel laughs lowly at that, even as he nuzzles the top of her head. He’s taller than her, and stronger, as a man should be. He also has a strength to him that the men in her life who failed her never had.

“Then I’ll just have to be okay with that. Don’t worry Liz, I’m not so egotistical to imagine I get to own every version of you. I’m quite content with what we have. Still… it’d be fun, wouldn’t it?”

Blushing a darker red yet again at his insinuation that he owns her, because it should piss her off, it really should, but instead it just turns her on, Elizabeth wiggles a little around his cock for a moment, before carefully nodding. And then, she activates her powers. She’s gotten quite good with creating Tears over this past year, to tell the truth. So, it really isn’t that hard to cast out with her power and look for a version of herself being held from behind and getting fucked in this exact same position.

The Tear opens up, and quite suddenly, Elizabeth is staring into her own eyes. But they’re not her own, not anymore, and the ‘reflection’ in the ‘mirror’ is no longer mimicking her in every way that it should. Hell, it’s not really mimicking her in ANY of the ways that it should. As soon as she forms the Tear, Gabriel thrusts into her from behind.

As a result, Elizabeth’s squeaks, mewls, and moans join those of her counterpart as both of them are fucked in front of the other. Behind the other Elizabeth… it’s Gabriel. He looks over her head at her Gabriel, and grins in a smug way that she just KNOWS her Gabriel is grinning as well. Neither of the male doppelgangers say anything, not to each other, nor to the two Elizabeths. Instead, they just keep thrusting.

As she moans, her pussy walls clenching and squeezing down hard around her lover’s cock, Elizabeth takes in the sight of herself. She’s already noted the strangely futuristic background behind the two that are fucking on the other side of the Tear. In their version of Paris, things look to be much more advanced, even further advanced than Columbia, for all that the floating nation was so ahead of it’s time in technological advancements.

As for her doppelganger… well, she looks absolutely stunning. Her hair is still cut short, so it’s not in a ponytail like Elizabeth’s is. She’s also wearing more makeup then Elizabeth usually does, but truth be told, she has to admit that the other Elizabeth’s eyeshadow really does make her big blue eyes pop in a satisfying way.

Her tits, small as they are, bounce and jiggle with each thrust, just like Elizabeth Prime’s do. However, unlike Elizabeth, her doppelganger is wearing nothing but a corset that’s clearly been yanked down off of her breasts, but still does nothing to cover up her sopping wet pussy as it’s split open again and again around a familiar fat cock. 

But… the most interesting thing of note, Elizabeth realizes, is the necklace that her other self wears around her neck. It’s nearly identical to the one Elizabeth still wears around her own neck… except not. Both were given to them early on in their escape from the tower by the Luteces… except, this other Elizabeth, this doppelganger… it seems she chose the bird.

Elizabeth, meanwhile, had chosen the cage. As she finally meets the eyes of her other self again, she sees the same understanding in the other girl’s eyes. The fact that they’re both here right now, being fucked by their version of Gabriel, despite wearing different chokers… it makes things all abundantly clear.

He’s the one. He’s her soulmate. This man she’s found for herself in Paris, the city of her dreams, this man who challenges her, who dominates her, who completes her… he’s who she wants to spend the rest of her life with. Elizabeth isn’t ashamed to admit that the realization tips her right over the edge into her first orgasm, especially not when the other Elizabeth quickly follows suit.

Neither of them say a word to one another, mirroring the choice made by their lovers not to speak, not to ruin the moment. Instead, Elizabeth and her doppelganger simply watch the other get fucked, while at the same time being fucked from behind. Ruined for all time for any other man by the man who they were made for, who best completes them. It’s a truly amazing moment. Perhaps a little humiliating, being fucked right in front of herself… but also insanely pleasurable.

Truth be told, Elizabeth loses track of the amount of times she cums in front of her doppelganger. She certainly has no idea how many times the other Elizabeth cums in front of her. Somehow, without any verbal communication, both Gabriels manage to cum at the same time. She feels it as her Gabriel speeds up his pace, his thrusting growing less uniform and more erratic. She watches it, as the other Elizabeth yelps and squeals as she’s jolted forward more rapidly but less rhythmically.

And then, together, the two men buried deep inside of their twats begin to cum, and Elizabeth’s eyes roll back in her head in a move that she’s sure is copied by her doppelganger as the two of them shake and shudder in orgasmic bliss upon their respective lover’s cocks. Of course, an explosive mind-blowing orgasm isn’t exactly conducive to keeping her concentration on the Tear going. 

The window into another world fizzles out as Elizabeth is cumming down from her orgasm, winking shut and leaving her staring at her actual reflection in the mirror again. She looks even more flustered and flushed than before, as Gabriel holds her up, a pleased smile on his face. Her Gabriel lets go of her arms, only to wrap his arms around her, hugging her close and nuzzling her neck.

“That was amazing, Liz. You were… amazing.”

Feeling playful, Elizabeth grins, just a little.

“Are you talking about me, or the other one?”

That startles a laugh from Gabriel, followed by an equally playful growl as he suddenly scoops her up in a bridal carry and takes her to their bedroom. Laying her down, he lays down with her a moment later, and the two cuddle, even as he stares into her eyes lovingly. She’s quite sure the same look is in her eyes and on her face as she stares right back.

“You, of course. Though I have to admit… we need to look into getting you some corsets like that one, as soon as possible. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Elizabeth thinks about it, thinks about how good her other self looked in the corset… and nods. Chuckling, Gabriel pulls her in even closer, kissing her forehead gently, softly. His hold of her is just as gentle and soft, but at the same time firm and in control. She knows she can trust him, that she can just give in and be herself around him. After all, she has proof now, proof that even in other worlds, other versions of him and her have found each other.

When all is said and done, Elizabeth knows she’s right where she belongs.