2011.4.17

Perhaps I should have expected it.

Vicky counted a duo patrol as a date, and thus after four hours of flying, we were back at the shop. I say four hours of flying because we only spent three hours patrolling - which resulted in us foiling the bank robbery that happened very early in the canon of Worm, so kudos to that - and then one hour flying to my shop from her house with half of her wardrobe in my Inventory.

Yes, she was moving into my shop less than a week into our relationship. Her reasoning was rather concise: we've known each other for over a decade, we fought every fight there was to fight, and we're fucking, so why not just move in?

"What?" she asked me with a pout as we finished our patrol around the Docks South and the Boardwalk from the air. "It's fun punching Nazis!"

I looked at her skeptically. "I don't know. The last time I had to fight Nazis, I was running for my life from the Teeth." We didn't run into Nazis this time, but one never knew when a random Nazi would pop out.

If only I had a pokeball.

"The Teeth that you dismantled months later with whatever it is that you can do," she dismissed my claim with a wave of her hand. "I mean, wasn't it fun just flying together? I mean, you're as strong as me, right?" she asked, flexing her arm. She didn't have an athletic build to her body, probably because her power did all of the physical work since she triggered, so her flexing did little.

I just found her attempt cute.

Ignoring her cries of indignity, I pulled her close to me and rubbed my face against the top of her head. "You're too cute," I said absentmindedly with my arms around her arms.

"Nuh uh, don't think about dragging me to bed again!" she pushed away with a huff.

I just laughed. "But you enjoy it so much~!"

She glared at me despite the pink dusting her cheeks, but the way she was floating instead of walking was a point of pride for me. She huffed as I prepared to remove my armor.

I forged and shaped this armor set to look like a medieval knight's armor, yet I added flairs that no sane knight would have allowed on theirs. For one, instead of the classical closed helmet I used a Corinthian helmet (Greek hoplite) with red galea (plume). Rather than plate armor, I wore chainmail as it gave me a greater range of mobility. I also doubted that most would penetrate my chainmail outside of select few like Armsmaster, Purity, and Labyrinth.

Vicky whistled as she pulled out her phone from a slot built into the cape clasp on her left shoulder, and began to type away.

When I wore this outfit, it felt like I was more or less replacing Gallant as the "knight" to Glory Girl.

Speaking of whom, I heard that Dean wasn't in the Ward for some reason. Last time Vicky talked about the Wards, it was just Clockblocker, Vista, Shadow Stalker, Kid Win, and Aegis.

'I wonder what happened…' I thought for a second before shrugging and looking at Vicky.

Dressed in her pristine white costume with her cape, skirt, and tiara, she looked beautiful. I wasn't just thinking this either, I had statistical data from the internet to prove that Vicky was considered one of the cutest underage heroes in all of New England.

Of course, they used the word "cute" instead of "sexy" because when most of those surveys were sent out, Vicky was yet eighteen.

Now, she was.

And she was mine.

I hummed as I pulled up my Inventory and used the outfit interface built into the Inventory to exchange my armor out for casual white t-shirt and a pair of red shorts. Hey, look, I'm red, blue, and white!

It was also at this moment that I had an epiphany as I watched Vicky type away at something furiously.

'… I never fucked her in her cape outfit.'

I closed the Inventory window and stared at her as she continued to type.

Wasn't this the perfect chance?

I knew that Vicky, despite her indignation at being carried off to bed, really liked having sex with me. She never had sex before (so she claimed and I believed), and the intensity and the duration of sex I put her through was … mindboggling. In fact, it shouldn't have been humanly possible and wouldn't have happened if not for the rings of endurances and her own parahuman power giving her strength to continue even when her own body was failing from exhaustion.

At the same time, I came to love Vicky not because of her body but because I loved her as she was. Because of my contract with her which was still in effect even if useless at this point because Vicky decided to live with me now, I was the one who she spent the most time with outside of her family and relatives.

A decade of Saturdays with an average of five hours was over two thousand hours. I knew everything there was to know about her, and I shared about myself far more with her than anyone else in the entire world, including my old life.

I mean, she may not know it even now, but some of the gifts I have given her over the years were national treasures because of what they could do.

For example, that tiara?

I made it.

I burned through millions of dollars buying materials, combining them to get higher materials, combining higher materials for the finest materials, and then forged them into a single accessory. After that, I put a spell on it that made Vicky think that she wanted to wear the tiara when it appeared on her fifteenth birthday, mere days after her Trigger Event.

Raw material cost alone, Vicky's tiara was worth six million dollars.

Its effects were varied but the most important was that if Vicky bit more than she could chew and could not afford to leave the area, then I would force-teleport in. In essence, it was a SOS device. Oh, it did more than just that. It possessed a shield not unlike Vicky's own, serving as another layer of defense for her. It prevented Master effects from taking hold, which included Master effects she created from leaking out.

Altogether, I sold a similar item without the SOS function for one billion dollars.

I didn't let her know because it really wasn't a big deal for me.

Anyway, I digress.

I crossed my fingers, and a clone poofed into existence.

Vicky looked up, curious as to why I created a clone in the bedroom.

"Alan?" she asked warily.

The clone sat down on the bed next to her and kissed her. She closed her eyes and kissed the clone back. The clone picked up her tiara from the top of her head and placed it aside on the nightstand.

I moved forward to the edge of the bed where her legs were, and pushed them apart. I slid my hand from her knees and then into her crotch. Vicky moaned into the clone's mouth as my fingers rubbed her clitorus. Her hips began to buck as I began to hasten.

Then I stopped just as the clone stopped kissing her. The clone and I picked her up, moved closer to the center of the bed, and laid her down.

"How down are you for a three some me, you, and me?" I asked her as I put finger back down to her clit and vibrated.

She moaned and just grabbed onto my clones arms, whose hands were still massaging her boobs.

The clone and I just smiled. The clone eventually helped her upper body up and laid her back against its chest. It pulled a hand back to pull her chin up and left towards it, and kissed her again. Once her lips were securely kissing him back, his hand went back to groping and pinching her boob.

Meanwhile, I pulled her legs apart and pulled her white skirt up, exposing the skintight suit that was part of her uniform and which covered all of her crotch, hips, and a bit of her upper thigh.

I stripped myself and cut a hole in her suit, eliciting a miffed and muffled yell from her. Then I slid into her wet folds, changing the yell into moans and whimpers.

Instead of pounding into her as I had in our previous coupling, I moved slowly. I let her enjoy the full sensation as I rubbed her clit at the same time.

My clone continued to kiss her and massage her boobs while I pleasured her. Her hands and feet squirmed, clenching and unclenching. Her eyes opened but they were hazy.

When the kiss broke,Vicky whimpered out moans.

The clone pushed her forward, and soon, Vicky was pushed up against me, grinding her still cape costume covered breast into my chest. Her boobs spilled out sideways but her costume was certainly being stretched more than it was designed for.

The clone kissed her neck as I kissed her lips, and I felt Vicky tense.

Then she screamed as she broke off the kiss, and I saw what the clone did; he slid into her asshole. The clone pushed its chest against Vicky's back, and she was now stuck between two of me.

She hiccuped and moaned as we pulled her up and down on our dicks. Her eyes spilled out tears and her lips couldn't contain her ecstasy.

"A-Alan!" she whimpered as I filled her pussy completely with my dick and the clone plugged her asshole in the same stroke. I felt the clone's dick through Vicky's pussy and I flex my dick multiple times. Vicky gasped in stutteringly, definitely enjoying the sensation of having two dicks inside of her. It was just her luck that it was both me.

(not gonna let anyone else touch her)

The clone and I began to pick up speed, and Vicky gasped and moaned as her body grinded against two of me.

"No fair-!" she squeaked out before cutting herself off with shuddering moan as she climaxed. We kept on pumping her, and soon, we came too, and the clone poofed with its climax, sending that particular rush into my mind. My body lurched as I climaxed again from the feeling, and soon, I plugged up Vicky's pussy and came into her twice.

Vicky shuddered with her hands gripping my arms in a death grip.

"T-That just wasn't fair," she pouted weakly even as her eyes blinked lazily from sleepiness and coming down from sexual high. "You're … always doing the … dominating."

I just chuckled as I laid us down and pulled the bedsheets over us. "Don't worry. You'll get plenty of chances to ride me however you want."

"... Promise?"

"Promise."

"Hmm," she hummed as she cuddled up to me and dozed off.

Fucking Victoria in her Glory Girl outfit: success.

I too dozed off.

… I feel like I forgot something very important.