The Holdy Trinity (Patreon)

Commissioned by 10k
Written by HarmonyMotion

Chapter 1 - Vivian’s Wedding Planning

A sparse group of Jacob’s friends and employees sat on some white foldout chairs in the beautiful morning sun. Jacob accepted Vivian’s proposal (who wouldn’t?), quickly agreeing with his sexiest-female-in-the-world’s somewhat heartfelt, but possibly petty-driven motion to get married.

The weather forecast predicted a torrential spring downpour on the date of the world-famous ceremony of the almost superhumanly tall, most exquisitely proportioned walking sex bomb ever to grace the earth, with her flowing auburn locks that flowed from her head to down beyond her toes, measuring over seven feet long of rich, velvety silk that never seemed to get tangled or dirty. Jacob tried to get her to move their special union to another date, but Vivian insisted. And when Vivian insisted, so did the wedding planners, Jacob’s guests, and... the entire world. Just the sound of her seductive, silky voice would enslave people with crippling lust for her, and the mere thought of any part of their body in her mind’s eye bent their will further into slavish devotion for her.

Jacob begged and pleaded with Vivian, but she was resolute. Due to her nonstop increasing beauty that magnified by the day; nay, perhaps even the hour now, having enslaved the two most physically and mentally powerful women on Earth, Vivian was becoming more and more stubborn with her requests. And everything deigned to go just the way she wanted.

She’d just get Alexia and Kaya to clean up the mess at the wedding site, Vivian had said. It was the perfect blend of hilltop beauty, serene nature, and resplendent cover of trees that allowed just the right amount of sunlight to peek through, she’d decided. Why, she even said it rivaled her own beauty. Jacob languished to point out that Alexia was nearly mindless now and barely in control of her powers due to Vivian’s prolonged use of her as her personal stallion. Being in contact with so much of Vivian’s irrepressible beauty had permanently warped the alien powerhouse’s mind, and these days, she could barely even hear orders, let alone obey complex demands like “dry out the land without shredding miles of Earth’s crust away with your heat vision.”

Vivian disagreed.

Kaya fared better in Vivian’s presence, but the shock of having the first intimate relationship she’d ever known (or rather, forced upon Jacob) was taking its toll. Her own mental powers and fortitude allowed her to keep her mind intact while under the constant raging assault of Vivian’s beauty. She was having the best sexual encounters of her life just witnessing Vivian’s beauty on a daily basis, her orgasms causing the surrounding garden to bloom or ripping the walls off of her room with her telekinetic flex synchronized to her muscle-clenching, gushing orgasms thanks to the sound of Vivian’s voice, or her deliriously sweet scent, or a snap of her fingers, or the sound of her footsteps, or a dismissive scoff...

But with her power limiters no longer in place, every touchless orgasm only led to more resentment and resolve rather than the degradation of Kaya’s mind. Jacob could see the anguish on her face, even feel her telekinetic pull as she languished not necessarily for sexual intercourse (which, she still did, but Vivian’s beauty kept her more than satisfied in that regard), but for Jacob’s touch and affection. He could even feel her projecting into his mind, cuddling up against him and rubbing her cheek against his face.

As Jacob checked the weather forecast daily, noting that weather predictions had been extremely accurate and had only worsened throughout the week, he spent time fretting over it like a bridezilla before just deciding to simply stop worrying about it. His fiancée was the fucking hottest woman in the world who loved to make him come, had a pet alien superheroine and an unparalleled psychic, both unstoppable in their own rights, and always got whatever she wanted, from anyone. Jacob could do a lot worse than that.

Vivian busied herself with the gown she would wear. Jacob served as her proxy, relaying her orders to the weavers. She’d been the one to initiate the business arrangements, turning their entire company into slaves with a little phone call and speaking her magical voice right into their eardrums, tickling their brains and subjugating them all instantly, from the lowly associate all the way up to the head of the company. When she listened to their prolonged moans and screams of ecstatic torture long enough, she hung up on them, certain that they would do her bidding now. From then on, Jacob relayed all of her measurements to them. It wasn’t as if they would orgasm for anyone else any longer, even if she broke all contact. In fact, the tease and incessant longing from her new subjects amused her. Her supernatural, mind-melting, extraordinary beauty couldn’t just bring people to cardiac arrest through wanton sexual pleasure; Vivian could even deny them the release that her violently devastating curves involuntarily pushed her helpless victims toward.

And as far as both Jacob and Vivian could tell, her beauty had finally stopped increasing ever since the day she was born. Bringing people to orgasm with a little wink of her hypnotic eyes, or a seductive wave of her fingers, or causing people to fall in love with her with a throwaway smile... the scent of her skin, the sound of her footfalls; even her physical sexual techniques which only Jacob was uniquely suited to judge, her masterful touch inducing pure pleasure through mere skin contact, the forceful suck of her lusty mouth, the powerful muscle of her tongue, and the almost unbearable tightness of her goddess’s pussy and the way it pulsed and massaged around his manhood as she came—she seemed to have finally reached her peak.

And Jacob didn’t tell Vivian, but he alone could tell that Kaya was becoming stronger while Vivian seemed to have stopped growing. Vivian was oblivious; it was just another day in a string of ho hum days for her—everyone’s willpower completely subjugated to her domineering beauty. She’d never focused emphatically on any other person before save for Jacob, and Jacob wasn’t sure what could be done... if there was anything to be done.

Besides, neither of them knew for sure that Vivian had stopped ascending somehow.

So Jacob delivering her orders to the seamstresses was all part of that plan, ever since she seeded the sound of her voice in their minds. Day after day, the women and men masturbated to the fantasy of being allowed to orgasm while thinking of Vivian’s anything, and day after day they found themselves unable to achieve release. All they could do was work on her gown as Jacob served as her proxy messenger.

He relayed her requests for the finest silk. And lots of it. She wanted to look absolutely radiant on her special day with her special man, and she didn’t want to hold back her ravishing beauty in front of a bunch of miserable witnesses who couldn’t handle her existence without dying. So that meant covering up fully, no flawless face or even the merest hint of her breasts on view.

But it wouldn’t do not to show off that god-given supernatural figure either. Jacob relayed her measurements—seven feet of gorgeous, redheaded, female flesh, breasts the size of beach balls that never quit (he emphasized the word “jutting” multiple times), the smallest pinchable waist with fertile, child-bearing hips that descended into preposterously long, slender, seductive legs. She’d need gloves to cover up the sight of her sensuously sculpted arms and elegant fingers, so that was on the order as well.

And then the veil—the veil was one of the most complex parts of the order. In order to mask that face that would launch infinite spaceships, it would have to be nearly opaque, yet light enough to wear. And the lightness would be a real issue. The sight and scent of her overpowering, flaming red hair was just as destructive as the rest of her beauty, and it descended all the way down every last inch of her sexual paragon of a body. It would have to be corralled in some way, then concealed just as carefully.

When the order arrived, Jacob was ordered out of Vivian’s personal bedroom. He desperately wanted to see, but Vivian heard tell that such a thing was bad luck from the romcoms she’d watched as a child: the only education about romance that she knew of. Instead, she kindly asked Alexia and Kaya to join her and help her to dress up. From there, it was the sound of writhing, moaning, and thrusting as Jacob recognized the familiar sounds of Vivian’s two super-servants orgasming for their lives while trying to hold onto sanity. And then a mansion-vibrating, sensual, constantly crescendoing moan of utter bliss from Vivian.

She came out without her dress on, wearing a casual outfit of short shorts and a far too tight t-shirt and a beatific smile on her face.

“I saw myself in the dress, Jacob,” she explained with a contented sigh.

“I can’t wait,” he answered, still concerned about the soggy site of their ceremony.

Chapter 2 - Here Comes the Bride... and Everyone in the Vicinity

Two days before their official wedding vows, a sweltering heat wave passed through the soggy mountainside that Vivian had chosen. Meteorologists couldn’t believe it. It defied all expectations and probability. Their forecast had been predicted with 99.99% accuracy, and the rain clouds had been directly overhead and pouring, for god’s sake! A strong wind had taken the gray, saturated clouds miles away, and the sun beat down with incredible force for two days straight, completely drying off the terrain.

“Viv, honey, did you do something? Get Alexia to blow the clouds away and Kaya to move the earth or something?” Jacob asked.

“No?” She was reclined on an extravagant sofa, fully naked, her long, long legs extended and resting on a short coffee table. Both items were custom made for her incredible height and lengthy limbs. Her bare, pubic mound and lovely slit was visible as she wiggled her toes and shook her leg idly. “I think Alexia is checking me out with her x-ray vision. Once in a while you can hear her scream from her room.”

As if on cue, Alexia moaned out Vivian’s name as the mansion shook. Vivian giggled and pinched her thick, erect nipple with those cum-inducing fingers and her red polished nails.

“No Kaya either? Either one of your girls intervened, or you are just the luckiest person in the world,” Jacob remarked.

Vivian shrugged, causing her magnificent breasts to bounce. The sound of her soft flesh slapping her torso was enough to elicit a second powerful scream that rattled Jacob’s mind. Kaya was obviously still in the mansion as well, and her mental discharge of energy tickled Jacob’s mind and body, giving him fuzzy, erotic feelings.

“Want a quickie before the ceremony?” Vivian fingered her glistening pussy lips. The sweet scent of her perfume filled the room.

“Save some for the honeymoon!” Jacob protested weakly.

“We can just have our honeymoon here. Every single resort on earth begs me to visit and says they’ll comp me. And then they can’t even service me properly. I’m sick of it.”

“Even the place where you accidentally killed everyone while you were soaking in the hot tub? They want you back?”

“Especially that place,” Vivian murmured as she swirled that glistening finger over her large, pink nipple. She sighed as a thick trail of milk leaked from her irresistible peaks. It traveled down her softly chiseled midsection and followed the sexy groove of her inner thigh, making her nether lips look even more desirable.

“So quickie or not? I can make you come a few times while you plug my pussy. You know I fit you to a T,” Vivian moaned as she gave her massive jutting mound another squeeze. Another stream of milk decorated her perfect body.

“Oh god, yeah,” Jacob gasped. Even with his special resistance to Vivian’s orgasm-inducing beauty, there was no denying how beautiful she was and the extreme, if “normal” lust she inspired in him. “I just hope it won’t be too hot at our wedding site.”

“I guess that’s up to fate.” Vivian beckoned him with a wet finger slick with her juices.

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As luck would have it, as soon as Vivian arrived at her hand-picked wedding site, a cool, refreshing spring breeze blasted down from the chilly tops of the mountains and flowed to the valley below. She quickly disappeared from view, ducking her luscious seven foot frame into a small bungalow as she got dressed.

The Alton-Valencia wedding was attended by Jacob’s friends and employees. Vivian only had three guests: Sarah something-or-other, the CEO of the internet photo-sharing sensation PicNow (which Vivian knew was only popular because of her own presence), Kaya, and Alexia. The affair would be short; Vivian could’ve enslaved world class chefs to cook for them, wedding planners to make all the arrangements, but what was the point? Nobody would be conscious for long once the festivities began.

Everyone congratulated Jacob on his happy day as he waited at the front of the aisle dressed in a snazzy tuxedo. They were jealous of him, of course, but the overwhelming general emotion was gratitude—gratitude that they could bear witness to Vivian’s lovely beauty, no matter the cost. None of his friends and associates these days had any orgasms lest they were thinking of Vivian, and their sex lives had never been more fulfilling.

A telepathic blast erupted forth from the little bungalow. Jacob felt Kaya’s familiar power ordering the string quartet to play, and they did. Alexia came flying out of the little hut, sprinkling beautiful red roses along the carpeted path leading to the priest and Jacob. Kaya hung in the back, sullen and frustrated, body thrumming with constantly ascending power. She watched the only affection of her life standing there, the creator of her favorite card game, looking rugged and handsome, about to be betrothed to someone who had enslaved her body.

Kaya’s fingers twitched.

As the string quartet played their shaky rendition of Pachelbel’s Canon, Vivian walked out in all of her lascivious glory. Her wedding dress was skintight, hugging her every curve, leaving none of her breathtaking curves to the imagination. However, it was also dense and opaque, concealing every inch of her skin and the heart-stopping beauty of her face. Her hair was done up in a large cone, leaving just enough length for a thick braided ponytail that fell to her perfectly sculpted bulging bubble butt.

Jacob smiled as Vivian sashayed down the aisle, her footsteps soft enough not to cause anyone to scream out in ecstasy. The audience writhed and bit their lips, suppressing their groans of wanton lust, but Jacob only had eyes for her. He craned his neck and looked toward the face of his beautiful bride, standing over one foot higher than him. When she reached the altar, her breasts jut forward aggressively and eye-level with his face. But Jacob just continued to look up at his beautiful, concealed bride, hoping to bask in her beauty and share in their wonderful moment.

“Do you, Jacob Alton, take V-v-v... Vivian...” the pastor was having trouble even pronouncing the most beautiful woman on earth’s name. He was positively leaking precum, his legs weak with age and crippled by lust from Vivian’s nearness.

“I do,” Jacob helped him out.

“And do you... Viv... mmf!” The pastor’s hands shook like a drug addict’s as he dropped his little book.

Vivian just nodded.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Vivian pulled back her veil and leaned down to kiss her husband. He stood on his tiptoes and felt her strong arms reach behind him and help hoist him up ever so slightly as the two locked in a blazing kiss.

The entire audience groaned as they trembled and collapsed out of their folding chairs, thankful for the release that Vivian was giving them.

All except for Kaya. Her jealousy seethed and raged over. Why couldn’t she be the one to kiss Jacob? To cuddle him to sleep every night? To mess with his mind, turn him into her little puppet, and restore him to his normal self and make him thank her for the privilege of being with her?

When the two broke the kiss, the entire audience was catatonic. Vivian licked her lips and let her hair down with but a thought, letting it spill all the way down her back and onto the floor. When she looked over the crowd, she expected everyone to be in a state of pure bliss or near death. Or both.

What she didn’t expect to see was an angry, spiteful Kaya, violet eyes glowing bright.

The two towering women’s eyes met, and Vivian was immediately caught in Kaya’s spell.

Chapter 3 - The Girl with the Auburn Hair

A teenage Vivian awoke in a sterile room. Sterile but for all of the gifts that her suitors had sent her. Boxes upon boxes wrapped neatly with ribbons, stuffed bears with greeting cards, large sums of cash... things of that ilk. She stretched her long arms and arched her back, yawning loudly and shaking off her sleep.

Her earliest memories had always been of this place—a large underground labyrinthian place. She had many caretakers, and all of them were exceptionally nice to her and eager to please. The fiery redhead had always been shy and slightly intimidated by all of these people dressed in heavy white coats, many of whom Vivian didn’t know or couldn’t remember their names. And she’d been feeling some strange, foreign urges lately. In the past, all she wanted to do was meet some people her own age, play baseball with other kids like she saw in the movies they showed her, and maybe pluck the strings of a guitar. But no, she was told that it was dangerous outside. Vivian just took their word, too shy to challenge them and too fearful of being seen as a nuisance.

But there was no one in this place her age, and she was too timid to ask. In fact, the young beauty shirked and hid away when she saw people approaching her, but they had a habit of chasing her down just to look at her and say hello. That was it. Then they wandered off with a goofy smile on their faces. She never understood why.

It was about this age when Vivian’s teenage body began to undergo some changes. Dramatic changes. Everyone commented how pretty and cute she was, how remarkably clear and healthy her skin was, the unbelievable luster of her shiny red shoulder-length hair... but nothing compared to the next four years of her rapid hyper-development of her burgeoning ultra-feminine body.

She was growing day by day, every aspect of her improving upon itself endlessly. The custodians of this underground lab, her caretakers, knew that girls often underwent growth spurts where they were taller than the opposite sex. But Vivian just slowly but constantly grew taller, day by day. It was subtle and mostly unnoticeable... until she was quickly eye level with some of the tallest people in the bunker. People who hadn’t seen her for a few weeks were constantly taken aback by her rapid ascension as they witnessed and experienced the compelling beauty of hers, face to face, for the first time.

Those mesmerizing irises that sparked love, lust, and utter devotion was enough to make one find religion.

And it wasn’t the usual gangly, awkward height of bandy legs and knobby knees that all girls went through. So much of Vivian’s height was contained in her seemingly never-ending legs, and they came in fully built, at the apex of femininity and desirability. Her thighs were packed with strong, dense, beautiful flesh, her legs remarkably straight and polished with no trace of imperfection, and her natural gait was that of an experienced model’s catwalk. One long leg in front of the other, Vivian’s fluid, fertile hips swung seductively with every step.

And that didn’t even account for the rest of her body’s developments.

Vivian’s breasts grew daily, expanding ever outward in perfect proportion to the rest of her growing body, tasteful in size, perfectly symmetrical, never sagging. She was scared at first, struggling to cover them up with multiple layers of t-shirts stretched to their limits. Vivian shyly requested newer and larger size t-shirts from her caretakers, her voice timid and always trying to hide the fact the constantly swollen pair of melons on her chest never seemed to stop growing.

They delivered larger and larger sized t-shirts to Vivian’s room as requested until the caretakers thought that she was playing a prank on them. Perhaps this was a manifestation of those famous rebellious teen years. They had no cameras in her room (an order from above for their own safety), and she had refused to come out of her room for an entire month now!

One of the homosexual males on the staff got voluntold to check on her in person. When he went to knock on her door, Vivian’s shy, unassuming voice sounded clearly through the door. It was still soft and unassuming like before, but there was a certain electric tension that tickled his eardrums and resonated deep into his loins. He sucked in a sharp gasp, tried to clear the fog from his mind, and spoke.

“Vivian, honey? Why are you ordering all of these pieces of clothing?”

“Um... I’m so sorry...” an apologetic voice squeaked from the other side of the door.

He gasped again as his legs threatened to turn into jelly. In the pure white spartan hallway outside of her door, he clutched his loins as his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. What was happening!?

“Vivian? Is it okay if I come in?” he asked when he’d regained control of himself and shook the fog of lust out of his already Vivian-obsessed mind.

“No... wait...”

He badged the lock and swung her door open. And then shivered and stood completely spellbound by the sight in front of him.

Vivian was taller than he expected. Much taller. She stood a whole head higher than his six foot stature. Her beautiful, backlit green eyes were open wide in shock, her plump pink lips parted in surprise. Her hair had descended down to her tiny waist, but the caretaker didn’t get that far.

Vivian stood there, mostly nude, covering up her naked torso with some scrunched up shirts. She blushed furiously and crossed her knees, clenching her luscious thick thighs together to conceal her completely bare, delectable, inviting nether lips. The cloth she was gripping could scarcely do the job of preserving the modesty of her breathtaking, jutting tits. Her thin, overflowing cleavage squashed that shirt into a thin strip that drifted down her torso, giving the viewer a tourist’s guide to the beautifully speckled cobblestone abs that Vivian sported, feminine and strong.

“I-I... need... clothes,” she squeaked.

He was speechless. His staunchly homosexual orientation immediately rewired itself, cementing Vivian as the goddess of fertility and sexuality. Her unbelievably trim body with her pencil thin waist, juxtaposed with over six feet of luscious female intimacy and a pair of enormous yet tasteful breasts, like a girl next door supercharged a million times—it was too much for his mind to take. Her voice rang in his mind, her beauty ensorcelled his loins; he wanted nothing but to fall to his knees and beg to hump her leg, grinding against her shin as he begged her to love him.

“Um... h-hello? Is it that bad? I don’t know... what’s happening to me...” Vivian looked on the verge of tears. Her tiny cloth slipped off of her permanently erect nipple.

“E-excuse me!” he managed to choke out. Fleeing the room and closing the door, the gay caretaker made it a few steps before succumbing to his uncontrollable lust. He stained his pants and collapsed right there in the hallway, drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth as he smiled and whispered Vivian’s name reverently, over and over.

The incident put the underground laboratory on high alert. The long awaited day had arrived. Vivian was officially dangerous.

Unfortunately, human curiosity was a bitch. And human sexuality could not be denied. Every day, someone succumbed to the urge to see Vivian. How could a teenage girl, so locked away and innocent, know anything of the carnal pleasure of flesh?

One by one, every caretaker succumbed to Vivian’s loveliness. They began to provide her everything she desired. She discovered that making her caretakers aroused beyond reason and melting their minds, causing their genitals to erupt involuntarily, was quite a thrill. They liked her. They really liked her!

As everyone fell under her spell, Vivian grew bolder and bolder. There was no need to be shy when everyone went the extra mile to do whatever she requested. The caretakers were somehow harder and harder to find these days, and there was hardly a familiar face at her little home anymore. But whenever she requested to speak to someone, a new face would inevitably appear before her.

Vivian climbed out of bed. The start of another new day, and the seductive prowess of her awesome body continued to escalate. She bumped the ceiling with her outstretched arms as she stood up and languidly stretched her nubile, hyper-sexual body. Slipping on a gown that had been loose just yesterday but now conformed to her every curve, she walked out into the hallways and looked for someone to speak to. She wondered about all those places she’d seen in movies. How romantic would it be to walk down the cobblestone paths of Paris like in all of the black and white movies she saw? What about New York, with all its bright lights sparkling late at night as the New Year’s ball dropped? They’d told her ever since she could remember that it was dangerous outside, that she wouldn’t be safe. She didn’t want to question it and upset anyone—didn’t want to get into trouble.

She wasn’t worried about that anymore.

“Hello?” she called out as her bare footsteps echoed on the pristine linoleum hallway.

The PA speaker crackled to life. Sounds of a struggle could be heard on the opposite end. “Stop!” “Don’t!” “Vivian, I’m coming!!” The system went dead.

Vivian just continued to stroll down the hallway, calling out once in a while to help make her position known.

Finally, the voice that answered appeared at the end of the hallway. She placed eyes on Vivian, sucked in a deep gasp, and wobbled unsteadily toward the quarantined teenage girl who, despite never having been outside, looked like an absolute vision of beauty and health.

“V-Vivian! W-what can I... hnng... oh goddess!” the new foreign caretaker asked.

“Can I ask a question? Please, please don’t get mad at me,” Vivian struck a demure pose and fluttered her eyelashes.

“A-anything! I would do... anything... for you...” her eyes were glazing over.

“Why can’t I go outside?” Vivian asked meekly. “I just... want to see the world. Like in the movies. I want to go to high school. I want to play with kids my age! I’m sorry... sorry for being so forward,” Vivian’s voice turned into a hushed whisper.

“It’s... for our... I mean... your safety!” The woman writhed in agony as thoughts of this shy, sweet girl ravishing her body overwhelmed all reason. The way Vivian bit her lip, tossed her hair, the way her breasts utterly deformed all clothes designed to fit her... it was too much! “I can let you out... but... if I do... would you please hold my hand?” the caretaker practically begged.

“You would?!” Vivian’s eyes lit up as her radiant smile nearly blinded the bedazzled caretaker. “Oh, of course I would!” She clapped her hands.

“Oh lord...” the caretaker whimpered, her wildest fantasy about to come true.

She led Vivian to the main exit doors—a heavy, barricaded thing that required a caretaker pass to open. On the way, a group of caretakers dressed in hazmat suits rushed toward the teenage beauty and her thrall.

“Stop! You can’t!” Their voices echoed from the speaker over their heads.

“Good news, everyone! I’m going to go outside! I want to see the sun! I want to see people! I can’t wait!” Vivian danced gleefully.

The sight of Vivian expressing pure joy was too much. They all seized up before sighing in submission. If Vivian was happy, they were happy. And erect. More aroused than they’d ever been.

Like a gang of ducklings, everyone followed her to the double doors. The female caretaker swiped her badge, and Vivian stepped outside for the first time in her life. She outshone the sun in her radiance, but she luxuriated in the feeling of the sun’s warm rays on her perfect body nonetheless.

All of the caretakers clapped and congratulated Vivian on her happiness. She giggled, reached out to hold the hand of the caretaker who’d let her out, intertwining her soft, slender, sensual fingers with the older woman’s, and waited patiently as the woman orgasmed violently, over and over, until she passed out.

She found a new home to stay in every night by asking nicely until she found quite a lavish one she was happy with. Her shy personality began to disappear as she got everything she wanted. Enrolling in high school for a year, she found the novelty a fun experience at first before being the center of everyone’s undying attention became... banal. The mayor named the town Viviantown after her, but she was done with the place. News of Vivian had spread like a pandemic, and before long, everyone became her hapless love slave.

Everyone, that is, besides this one strange male who was weirdly fixated on game design. So a new, haughty, confident, mature, and waking-up-more-gorgeous-every-day Vivian went to explore this one anomaly that contradicted everything she knew.

Chapter 4 - Unmatched Beauty vs Indomitable Brains

Kaya’s signature purple glow faded from Vivian’s vibrant green eyes as the flashback of her entire life finished its playback. The newly betrothed Vivian Valencia looked upon a crowd of unconscious bodies, their faces plastered with the familiar look of utter bliss, their crotches stained the familiar dark patch of mind-bending, body-breaking sexual release.

“Vivian! Vivian, my love! Are you okay!” A shorter Jacob was grabbing her toned arm and shapely waist, trying to shake her back to reality.

“I... urgh...” Vivian shook the cobwebs out of her head. “I just... did that witch just dig up my memories!?”

Kaya’s eyes ceased glowing as well. For a minute, her rage at witnessing Vivian claiming Jacob for her own subsided.

“You were raised in a prison? Like me?” she asked incredulously. Kaya subconsciously reached to her wrists, looking for those power limiters that used to always be there.

“What do you mean prison!? I was raised by caretakers!”

“You can’t seriously believe that!” Kaya yelled.

“Everyone always gave me exactly what I wanted. And when I wanted out, they let me out. How is that a prison?”

“You... ughhh! You’re so stupid!” Kaya shouted, spraying large globs of spit in her passionate outburst. “Jacob, how do you stand her? Don’t tell me it’s just the sex! I can sex you too! I mean, not that I want to! But if you want, I would do it... I just... shut up!” she yelled preemptively at the recently married couple.

“Now who’s the stupid one, you goth bimbo? You can’t even admit you like Jacob! And we’re married? By the way? Hope you didn’t miss that little detail! And goth went out of style in the 90s!”

“I’ll... I’ll kill you!” Kaya floated into the air, black and violet hair flying ominously above her.

“I’ll make you come until you die!” Vivian hissed, preparing to take off her wedding gown. “You’re gonna beg me to kill you with a little rub from my toes!”

“Girls! Please!” Jacob begged. “Can you two just stop fighting for once!?”

“Shut up Jacob!” Vivian yelled at her betrothed.

“Yeah, know your place! Both of us could totally destroy you!” Kaya tacked on.

“So you can agree on something after all!” Jacob tried to defuse the tension with a joke.

Both women shot him a nasty look before facing off with each other.

“Please, stop!” Jacob begged once more as the earth began to tremble under Kaya’s limitless telekinetic power.

The trembling stopped. Even Vivian was getting cold feet. Aside from being to-die-for-sex-on-legs, she didn’t actually have any powers...

“You’re right,” Kaya declared with no less fury than before. “These are all of the people who work on Battle Angels. After I kill Vivian, I want to play your card game with you, Jacob. I’ve always been the one for you. So I’ll kill Vivian somewhere else, and you can be a good boy and keep doing what you do best.”

“No, Kaya!” Jacob approached her carefully with his arms raised.

“Um, Jacob...?” Vivian tried to hold onto Jacob’s arm, but her feet left the floor slowly.

“Viv? You’re flying!?” Jacob looked at his seven foot bride incredulously as she began to float into the air.

“N-no! Help! Help me!” Vivian begged.

Kaya laughed, masking the sexual anguish and pressure that she was feeling from the blistering seductive aura that Vivian always radiated.

“Oh, and one more thing, Jacob. I just need...”

She reached into his mind gently, trying to find just what it was that made Jacob so special that he could resist both Vivian and even Kaya’s mental powers, to a degree. But having had enough time with her limiters off, she gently prodded his mind and found a sincere soul, single-minded and narrowly focused on his own goals while trying to do the best he could in a chaotic world. It was... strangely pure.

Kaya’s heart fluttered as was almost put out of her rage. But then she remembered that her man was taken, and his bridezilla would never share.

“K-Kaya? What did you just do...?” Jacob gripped his head, slightly dizzy.

“Nothing, my... sweet,” she mumbled awkwardly. Then her voice became compelling. “You feel fine. I didn’t do anything, really. Take care of your employees. I’ll see you soon, after I win. Be happy for us.”

“H-happy...” Jacob mumbled in a blissful daze. Kaya’s commands took root in his mind for the time being.

“Let’s go, Vivian.”

Kaya floated off with Vivian dangling in the air, attached to Kaya by an invisible thread.

“Jacob, help!” Vivian squeaked.

Jacob just looked on with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

---

“Kaya! Be kind to me, and I’ll make you come so hard, you wouldn’t believe it! Just because Jacob can resist my actual touch doesn’t mean I’m not a complete fox in bed! You’ll think you’re in heaven when I just stroke you with these fingers of mine! Or I can eat you out like you wouldn’t believe! My tongue is so strong! You should see how long it is! I could penetrate you better than those dildos you play with! My kisses too... every single day I just keep getting better and better! Don’t you want to touch these lips of mine?” Vivian tried to seduce her superpowered captor as they floated toward the city below.

“Mmm... guh.... Stop it!” Kaya trembled as Vivian’s seductive offers and the silken sound of her voice began to take root in Kaya’s supernatural mind. Her pussy was already wet, her canal aching to be filled, her nether lips throbbing and quaking. She tried to put up an artificial barrier, a poor facsimile of Jacob’s innate gift and personality.

“Jacob wouldn’t want you to kill me!” Vivian pleaded, using the only thing that Kaya cared about.

“Oh, he won’t care. Not after I order him. We’re going to live happily ever after! He’ll do anything I say, and he’ll absolutely love it!” Kaya cackled.

“And you’d be happy with that?”

Kaya didn’t answer.

“I said...” Vivian repeated as if speaking to a child.

“I heard what you said! Fuck you!”

Kaya removed her telekinesis and let Vivian fall toward the ground from 20 feet up. Knowing her rival, she’d probably be fine, somehow. And look sexy as fuck at the end of it.

“Aieeeeee!” Vivian screamed, long limbs flailing, breasts pointed toward the heavens as she began her descent.

“I can’t believe she really doesn’t have powers,” Kaya murmured.

As she approached the ground, a large, ceiling-less truck carrying an immense order of pillows began to pull up to a retailer in its loading dock. The driver stopped, checked his computer, and muttered to himself.

“Oh hell. What the fuck. They dispatched me to the wrong store!”

He put the truck in reverse, backed up five feet, just enough for Vivian to land perfectly in its soft down.

“Oh, oh my god! Thank the stars! I’m so lucky!” she nearly sobbed.

The driver had no idea what had happened. He just began to orgasm at the sound of Vivian’s voice.

“Hey! Can someone get me out of here?” Vivian yelled.

“What the fuck!?” Kaya screamed in disbelief. She’d watched the whole thing in slow motion like a train wreck, too mesmerized to see that extremely contrived sequence of events unfold to leave Vivian completely unscathed.

Kaya reasserted her power, crushing the truck as if it were in an invisible compactor.

“Eee!” Vivian screamed as the metal moved all on its own.

As the cab began to crunch and warp, the sideview mirror flashed toward the sky and right into Kaya’s eyes. The bright, midday sun reflected off its surface extremely precisely as the earth rotated a millimeter into position, leading to the sunbeam scorching Kaya right in her violet pupils.

“Ow! Fuck!! What is going on!?” she hissed, descending wildly in an almost uncontrolled fall. “Stupid sun! I should have left it destroyed!”

Vivian didn’t know either, but she couldn’t waste any more time. She hurriedly began to tear off her expensive gown and scrambled to make her way over the truck bed.

“Y-you! I don’t know what’s going on, but if I can’t destroy you physically, I’ll just control your mind! You’ll be my sexy little puppet, locked away where you can’t hurt me! I’ll... I’ll make you crawl on all fours like a dog for the rest of your life! I’ll...”

Kaya scanned for Vivian’s presence. As soon as she made a link, she grinned sinisterly as she invaded Vivian’s thoughts...

Only to be floored by an even more profound dose of Vivian’s unreasonable, overbearing beauty.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Kaya screamed as even Vivian’s thoughts began to violate her so pleasurably. Everything about the stunning redhead was pure bliss!

“I-I-I... luh-luh-love... gonna... come!!” Kaya screamed as the concrete beneath her black platform boots began to crack from the force of her orgasm.

And when she opened her eyes to see Vivian topless, her dress shredded in half to reveal that exquisite torso, and the fearful, uncertain look on the redhead’s face...

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Kaya screamed. Dominating her prey and savoring the helplessness on their faces set her off more than anything! And to see that look on a face as gorgeous as Vivian’s...

Kaya’s mind began to unravel as Vivian inadvertently smashed all of Kaya’s erogenous buttons into itty bitty fragments. Kaya’s hair stood on end as her breasts began to quake, legs clenched and shuddering violently as her pussy gushed her sweet, sweet nectar while she wailed like a banshee.

“Oh god...” Vivian gasped in fright. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins. Her heart had never beat so hard before.

“Vivian!? Kaya!?” A familiar voice called out.

“Jacob!!!!!” A topless Vivian ran toward her husband with tears in her eyes. “Kaya... Kaya’s so scary!! Thank god you’re here!”

The two embraced in a tight hug. Vivian’s breasts swallowed him up whole as she wrapped her arms tightly around her husband. She ground him between those feminine spheres of flesh, reassuring herself that everything would be okay.

“Mmrph mrph mrph!” Jacob moaned from inside the cavern of her inescapable cleavage.

Vivian sniffled as she let him go.

“Wh... what do we do?” Vivian asked. “I can’t just babysit her and make her come forever! I have a life too!”

Jacob regained his feet, his organ fully erect. But he was the only one who could even look at Vivian like this, let alone be smothered by her sexual presence, and still be able to function.

“I think you two are going to have to come to a truce,” Jacob concluded.

Chapter 5 - High Stakes Battle Angels Duel

When Kaya woke up, she was back in Vivian’s mansion. The two women sat close to each other; close enough for Vivian to reach over and touch her. That, plus her crop top and short shorts, leaving so much of her porcelain legs on display, was enough to shatter Kaya’s control over her power. Vivian could subdue the superpowered telepath with an orgasmic frenzy.

Jacob sat on the opposite side of the coffee table.

“Kaya, please, listen to me. I’m going to be blunt, okay?” Jacob began.

Kaya did her best not to look over at Vivian’s face or torso. Just the sight of her lovely toes extended underneath the glass coffee table was too much.

“You don’t really want to kill Vivian, do you?”

Kaya hissed.

“No, really. I mean it. You two have a lot in common, right?”

“Me?! With this bimbo!” Kaya retorted. But she looked away, breaking eye contact with Jacob. He didn’t miss the cue.

“I just... I just want both of you to be happy. You’ve both led such lonely lives, locked away...”

“Hmph!” Vivian huffed. “I wasn’t lonely!”

“You’re both so beyond human. I don’t know that I could satisfy either of you...” Jacob continued.

“Yes you could, Jacob!” Vivian gave him a menacing glare as she looked back at him.

“Jacob! I would... tolerate your presence. Permanently. You should be grateful!” Kaya gave him a dirty look as well.

“Okay, okay, look. I just think it would be good if you could be friends. Don’t you think? Viv, Kaya’s a really good lover. You wouldn’t believe what she did to me when you weren’t...”

“She what!?” Vivian yelled.

“Ah hell,” Jacob sighed.

Vivian reached over and grabbed Kaya’s wrist tightly. The goth beauty began to wither away, but lashed out and made a psychic connection with Vivian, creating a feedback loop that let the superlative redheaded beauty feel just how Kaya felt.

The two women began to orgasm in tandem. It was the sexiest display that Jacob had ever seen.

“Oh fuckkk!!” the two women screamed in tandem. “Can’t... stop...”

Jacob quickly ran over and pried Vivian’s fingers away from Kaya’s slim wrist. The two women began to pant as they wiped tears of ecstasy from their eyes.

“See?” Jacob was grateful for the interruption.

“You saved me again...” Vivian marveled.

Kaya gulped. She looked at Jacob with soft eyes.

“So will you two try to get along? For me? Please?”

There was a pregnant silence. And then Kaya was the first to speak.

“A duel,” she stated.

“What? I thought you two just had one! You can’t do that again! I don’t want either of you to die!” Jacob protested.

Vivian’s hand trembled as she reached over to touch Kaya’s wrist once more.

“No, not like that. A Battle Angels duel. I love your game, Jacob. And I doubt Vivian cares at all. We shall settle this with a duel.”

“I don’t know how to play your game!” Vivian protested.

“See? Then it’s settled,” Kaya smiled like the cat that ate the canary.

“No, no! I’ll... I’ll do it,” Vivian squeaked. It’d been a long time since she’d spoken in that soft voice, back in the underground lab. “Jacob? Will you... teach me to play? Can you help me?” she pleaded.

If Kaya felt sympathy, she didn’t show it.

---

The two women sat across from each other. Jacob had to adjust the gaming table to be extra long and tall so both his wife and his obsessed suitor could stretch their legs comfortably and rest their arms on the table.

“Viv... I’ve got a deck for you. This is in development, and I think it’ll suit you uniquely.”

“Hey! You can’t give her a new deck that powercreeps mine! That’s not fair!” Kaya yelled as her deck shuffled itself in midair.

“Jacob! I still don’t know the rules!” Vivian was similarly distraught.

“Viv, it’s okay. I think... you’ll see. Just trust me, okay?” Jacob soothed.

“O-okay,” Vivian murmured as she looked down at the green felt table. All of this was completely foreign to her. She took her cards into her beautiful hands and performed a shuffle that sent the cards flying everywhere.

Kaya cackled. “This is going to be easy!”

“Hey, those are my cards!” Vivian scrambled for them as they flew out of her reach and piled up neatly in front of Kaya.

“Relax, Vivian. I’m just shuffling them for you. Here.” She shunted them back at Vivian, making a giant mess.

“Kaya!” Jacob scolded. “Unsportsmanlike behavior! That’s a penalty for you! You start with one less card in your opening hand!”

“Hey!! That’s not fair!” Kaya stomped.

“I’m the judge, remember? It’s my rules. You agreed. Now stop being petulant, or I’ll give you another penalty.”

Kaya scowled.

“Viv, here, here. It’s okay,” he began to scoop up her cards and squared them up neatly. Then, he wrapped her hands in his. “Trust me, okay?”

Vivian nodded meekly.

“Go ahead. Draw seven cards,” he guided his wife gently. “Kaya, you only get six.”

“Fine!”

The two women looked at their fistful of beautifully printed cardboard. Vivian’s eyes lit up.

“You got it?” Jacob asked.

“Uh huh. Yeah, I think so.” She wiped the budding tears from her eyes. “Do you have any dice?”

“What? What the fuck do you need dice for?!” Kaya yelled.

“New cards,” Jacob explained. “It’s a gimmick; a prize deck we were going to reward. It’s just for drunk party games and not officially sanctioned tournaments. Of course, if you highroll, the effects are devastating. But overall, expected value for this deck is low. They’ve gotta have a good payoff.”

Kaya eyed him suspiciously as he brought over a few dice.

“Opening Salvo!” Vivian announced proudly as she placed her card face up. The image featured just a woman’s breasts in a pirate’s tunic playing a gambling game. “Roll 1 dice,” Vivian read it carefully as she traced the text with her finger.

“Let me see that!” Kaya thwipped the card toward herself. “‘If you roll 1-5, lose your entire hand. If you roll a 6, your opponent takes 10 damage and loses their turn.’ Haha! This is a card!? Jacob, you’ve got to be kidding, right?! You gave your wife this much of a handicap!? I’m beginning to think you want a divorce already!”

Vivian grabbed a die, cupped it in her hands, blew on it for luck, then let fly.

It landed with six pips face up.

Kaya grumbled. “Lucky roll! Fine, I take 10 damage. I pass turn.”

Vivian tabled another card. “Opening Salvo!”

“I’d like to see you get so lucky again!” Kaya gloated.

“Viv, don’t forget, at the start of every turn, you draw a card. Okay?” Jacob explained patiently.

“Okay, okay!” She snatched a card off the top of her deck. Her eyes lit up. “Jacob! I got another Opening Salvo!”

“What a stupid topdeck!” Kaya laughed. “The same terrible, unplayable card, and you’re excited!?”

Vivian glared at her opponent and rolled the die without ceremony.

Six pips face up.

Kaya looked at it, trying to manipulate it with her mind. But the rules of the game were sacrosanct. She couldn’t do it.

“W-what!?” Kaya was in disbelief. “I’m down 20 life points already and I haven’t even had a turn!”

“This is fun, Jacob!” Vivian remembered to draw another card from her deck. “Opening Salvo!” Vivian tabled another copy and reached for her dice.

“W-wait!” Kaya interrupted. “I-I’m thinking!”

“Can she do that?” Vivian asked.

“She might have a card to play to interrupt you,” Jacob explained. “Let her think.”

Kaya hemmed and hawed. Could Vivian really roll another six? She looked over at Vivian who was juggling dice. The ones she dropped all landed on six. What kind of a sick joke was this? She examined her hand. If she got to play a turn, she should be fairly well protected...

“The Witch’s Hex!” Kaya slammed a card on the table. “I won’t let Opening Salvo resolve!”

“Aw man!” Vivian pouted. She looked at the rest of her hand. “I guess I can’t do anything else.”

“My turn now!” Kaya cackled. She played a dizzying array of cards, setting up a near impenetrable defense. “Let’s see you get through this! Then, I’ll be able to go on the offensive myself!”

Vivian looked at Kaya’s tableaux and began to read. “If your opponent activates... this effect is mandatory... cannot be...” Vivian’s head began to spin.

“What’s wrong? Not smart enough for your husband’s game?” Kaya smirked.

“Actually, I think I have a card that beats all of this,” Vivian smirked back.

“You what!?”

“Luck of the V!” Vivian placed the card on the table. “I get to decide how many dice I want to roll, and I choose to roll ten dice, the maximum! You call the numbers, and I roll. For ten dice, if I match your numbers, then your entire board is blown away!” She peered closely and traced the text with a finger once more. “Your opponent cannot negate this effect,” she read.

“That’s... that’s impossible!”

“Come on, come on. What are your numbers going to be?” Vivian laughed as she tossed ten dice in the air and caught them in the palm of her hand with a flourish.

“1 3 2 5 3 1 3 1 4 5!” Kaya declared. If she didn’t choose six, then Vivian shouldn’t be able to roll it, right?

Vivian juggled them all in her palm, letting them clack loudly as her confidence soared, then let them tumble onto the table. Each and every die was lined up in perfect order, starting from Vivian and ending at Kaya, all with the exact numbers Kaya had called out.

Kaya was shaking now.

“I... I lose my board... but I... can draw two cards... from my effect...”

Jacob walked over to Kaya’s side and began to look at her cards.

“Jacob? What are you doing?” Vivian asked.

“I’m just looking at Kaya’s options. She’s at a bit of a disadvantage, it seems.”

“You’re going to help her!?” Vivian was in shock.

“Jacob!? Oh, thank you! How am I supposed to beat this... this luck!?” she protested. Her face was a mask of pure anguish. She had no other thoughts but for the duel.

“I’m not sure. I want to see if it’s possible.”

As they began to scheme, Vivian put her cards down. Jacob was too genuine. She sighed. This was the man she had fallen in love with, after all. There weren’t any more on earth like him. She came to a decision.

“Truce?” Vivian extended a hand to Kaya.

Kaya eyed that sexy hand warily. Oh god, she did want to touch it. But she didn’t want to turn into Vivian’s love slave.

Vivian looked at Kaya, then cast her eyes to Jacob. Kaya looked at him too. He nodded.

“Okay, truce.”

The two women shook hands. Kaya moaned in wanton lust, but Vivian exerted no sexual pressure beyond her normal state of unbearable sexiness.

“Threesome?” Both women said at the same time.

“What? Hey, hey, ladies! I didn’t... I’m not ready for this!” Jacob protested.

“The truce is between me and Kaya,” Vivian grinned.

“Yes, that’s right. And I think it’s fair to say, we own you. We’re just so much more powerful than he is, aren’t we?” Kaya cooed.

“Oh, you poor, poor thing!” Vivian mocked her husband.

Jacob gulped.

Chapter 6 - The Holdy Trinity

Kaya curled a finger, levitating Jacob into the air. The pair floated off toward Kaya’s green sanctuary. His clothes began to disrobe by themselves, zippers zipping and buttons unbuttoning. He was completely frozen in his midair pose, controlled by Kaya’s telekinesis.

“Hey, wait for me!” Vivian hollered.

She leapt after them, the sound of her footsteps causing Kaya to shudder as she nearly creamed herself.

“Stop that! I’m going to drop him!” Kaya moaned.

“Then. Slow. Down!” Vivian stomped her pretty little foot against the ground.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Kaya squealed. She surrounded Jacob with a hard shell before letting him clatter to the floor before she herself breathed scorching hot fire out of her mouth as she orgasmed with the force of a volcano.

“Youch!” Vivian yelled. Luckily for her, she’d had a sprinkler system installed just the day before.

“Ohhh... unfff...” Kaya moaned as she regained her wits. “Still wanna fuck and cuddle...”

“Then stop being a brat!” Vivian nearly threw a tantrum but refrained from stomping her foot once more.

“Kaya, can you cool the house back down?” a cool headed Jacob requested.

“Fine, fine!”

She pursed her black lips and exhaled a chilly breeze that made the temperature much more comfortable.

“Now come on!”

“My room!” Vivian objected.

“No mine!”

“Ladies! Can we just... flip a coin for it or something?”

Kaya and Vivian looked at each other. Vivian had a large smirk on her face.

“Ugh! Jacob, no more luck games in the future!” Kaya yelled. Jacob’s clothes suddenly ripped apart forcefully, exposing him fully.

“Haha!” Vivian laughed smugly.

When they finally got to Vivian’s bedroom, Kaya flung Jacob onto the bed and immediately lay at his side, rubbing her steamy thigh against his already ready member as she nuzzled her face inside the crook of his neck.

“Oh Jacob, Jacob!” Kaya whispered in his ear as she ground her body against him.

“He’s mine first! I just got married today!” Vivian lay at the opposite side and began to nibble his earlobe with long, lusty sucks.

Jacob could only moan and thrash.

“I said, get off him!” Vivian hissed as she inserted her leg in between his, rubbing his inner thighs and stroking Kaya’s luscious limbs too.

“Stay on... your side!” Kaya shunted Vivian’s leg back over with a Herculean effort.

“Truce! Truce!” Jacob mumbled from the mountain of breast flesh that buried him on from both sides.

“Shut up, Jacob!” they both yelled in unison.

“I’ll just have to fuck you into submission then!” Vivian climbed over Jacob, her pussy emanating a powerful erotic gravity that Jacob was uniquely immune to, but Kaya was not.

“I am rubber and you are glue!” Kaya singsonged. She climbed toward her new frenemy as well.

“Girls... I can’t... breathe...” Jacob begged, entombed by hyper feminine limbs, soft supple flesh, smooth satin skin, and mountainous breasts and that defied belief.

When Vivian’s red lips met Kaya’s black ones, they both began to quake violently as Vivian’s intense kiss and thrusting tongue fired jagged bolts of electricity through Kaya’s sucking lips. The busty goth’s vision went blank as Vivian-pleasure coursed through all seven feet of her body as every inch of her pale skin quaked in lust. Her nipples perked and quivered, her chest flushed with erotic heat, and her pussy gushed a torrent of molten hot lava that dripped down her soft, thick thighs.

“Mnnnf!” Kaya moaned as she tore into Vivian’s mind, reflecting Vivian’s own sexual expertise and mastery back onto herself. The redhead too, began to gush as her entire body went rigid before contorting and spasming in reaction to her own violent beauty.

As the two floated into the air, groping each others’ massive breasts, rubbing their thick nipples over each other while they ground their quivering nether lips over each other, Jacob slid out from underneath the two goddesses and wondered if the two uberwomen would have no use for him anymore.

Even in the throes of orgasm, Kaya sensed his thoughts, but Vivian broke the kiss first.

“Kaya,” she panted. “Can you control him and make him fuck me? You can feel what we both feel...”

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said all day,” Kaya smiled earnestly.

Jacob began to spoke, but Kaya pinched her fingers. His lips slammed shut as he began to panic. She smirked as she floated behind him, her amazoness stature dwarfing his and framing him like a painting.

She pressed her body against his, crushing her soft, sizable mammaries into his back, letting her hard nipples dig into Jacob’s skin as her legs wrapped almost painfully around his hips and traced down his thighs and calves, spreading him apart. With her telekinetic touch, she gently pumped Jacob as they floated toward a levitating Vivian.

“Mm... put him in me,” she spread her legs, revealing her heavenly flower and parted those pristine pink lips with the fingers of her left hand, “and see how it feels to be inside of me!” Vivian ordered.

Jacob wanted to moan in pleasure as the girls used him like their toy. Kaya immediately established a link, laughed at his plight, and plunged him deep inside Vivian’s perfect pussy.

Time ceased to exist as Kaya felt the impossible squeeze of Vivian’s pussy gripping greedily and sucking at Jacob’s turgid rod. She began to buckle and come instantly.

“Fuuuuuck!” Vivian screamed as Kaya’s out of control thrusting prodded her with Jacob’s penis in all the right ways. Every spasm, every twitch, every forceful nudge was perfectly directed for her pleasure. Her body bucked as she willingly speared herself on his twitching rod, bent her knees behind Kaya’s legs, and performed a situp to create a Jacob sandwich while both of the outer women constantly creamed all over him.

He still couldn’t speak, still couldn’t move his body. His erection was being punished simultaneously by Kaya’s phantom touch and Vivian’s very real, very stimulating grip. The lovely scent of both women swirled and intermingled, trapped in the wonderful, shifting pair of bosoms that served as a prison for his head.

As he began to come in huge gouts, Vivian began to let down her milk. Her sweet ambrosia filled his mouth and beckoned him to suck, keeping Jacob full of endurance and harder than iron. His cock surged harder than ever as his balls swelled with semen while Kaya gently traced them with what felt like the back of a fingernail.

He could think of worse ways to spend his time.

---

Alexia floated back into Vivian’s mansion. She heard the familiar orgasmic wails of both of her masters... but they were coming from the same room?

Quaking in lust as she floated and wobbled through the hallway, she found Jacob asleep on Vivian’s bed. And above his comatose form, Vivian and Kaya grinding, writhing, groping each others’ breasts, and both seemingly clenching and spasming in perfect sync.

“M-Mistresses!? What’s going...” Alexia started.

Both women immediately focused their gaze on their alien pet.

“Come for me!” They ordered simultaneously.

Alexia fell headfirst to the ground as her mind began to unravel from Vivian’s mind-wiping beauty and Kaya’s mind-wiping mind. They both laughed at the alien goody two-shoes before locking their lips with each other once more to enjoy each other’s taste.