My phone vibrating on the small bedside table tells me it's time to get up. I lazily turn the alarm off, reluctant to let go of the Lisa in my arms. Unfortunately for me, I told the other blonde girl in my life that I'd go to school today.

Giving Lisa a kiss on the forehead, I carefully free my trapped arm and roll out of the bed. Ah. Her brow furrowed, instinctively knowing her human pillow was gone. I can fix this. I quickly grab one of my many pillows and put it next to her, she clamps onto it like a Venus flytrap catching its prey. With a hand on my chin, I nod to myself in satisfaction. Good job, me.

Grabbing my clothes for the day, I head downstairs to take a shower, only to pause three-quarters of the way down. Morri is standing in the center of the room staring at me. There's something different about her. Eh, fuck it. I just keep walking, getting down the stairs, and walking past her. "Morning, Angel Tits. Wait." I stop mid-step and turn around to face her. "Are your boobs bigger?"

"Testing Roar Ree's claims on the necessity of larger breasts," She states. She twists to the side slightly and raises her hands to her chest.

"Designation Morrigan was right. They are entirely unnecessary. Roar Ree is incorrect in his statements," She continues, but quite frankly, besides looking at her tits, my eyes are a little lower. Nope. Do not ogle the murder angel. Horny brain needs to chill. I have a Vicky and a Lisa for that. Shaking my head a little, I turn away.

"Put some pants on."

"Why?" This bit- no, don't get irritated at the drone. That's a pointless effort.

"Just do it."

"Pants serve no purpose beyond restricting this unit's operational mobility." Is she arguing with me about this of all things? Really? Wait a second…

"You just don't like them." She gives a small, cute frown at my statement. Wait what the fuck did I just think? No, just no. Calling the Simurgh cute, even in my mind, feels like I'm kicking a baby, I feel a shiver at that. Her being small, however, is rather accurate as of now. Wait, what is my hand doing? Without even realizing it, I had reached out and almost put my hand on her head. Nope, nope, nope, I'd rather not lose that this morning. I'm far too fucking sober for this entire encounter. "Pants. Wear them."

With that final word, I close the washroom door behind me.

...

"Big boss said you like coffee, boss," Sheridan says to me as soon as I open my door to leave. She's holding a coffee tray while leaning against the nondescript black car.

"Uh, yeah. Guess you're driving me today, Sherry?" The door closes behind me in a slam and the lock clicks. I flinch, not having expected that at all.

"You… is your house haunted?" Sherry asks after a moment of silence. I shake my head and walk over to her, grabbing one of the coffees.

"No, just a moody girl. Don't mind it."

"I'll take your word for it then, boss."

...

What I had not expected was for Sherry to stay with me, even in my class. Apparently, Shane talked to some people at the University and now I have a lesbian redhead following me the whole school day. Not a problem, save for the weird looks I've been getting. Then again I already get weird looks, so not much of a difference.

Now that I'm thinking of school, why am I still going? I've got a rich person job and position now. In the Elite, true, but it still counts. And it's an easy job, I just need to act big and scary. And schools gonna be interrupted anyway when big, green, and scaly hits like- with a tsunami. I'm gonna need to call that estate guy then. I think his name was Norman. Or Phillip? Fuck, it was something like that.

Class finishes up and, realizing I don't have another class for a while, I'm just gonna go to the library and pretend I'm sleeping. Classic college student strat. Absolutely Gigabrain.

"Rory, wait a second., Yo man, what's up? Oh hey, lady. I'm just tryna get to my friend here." The other Rory breaks my plans as he comes into the room, getting stopped from approaching by Sherry stepping in the way. I sigh and wave her to let him through. She looks at me in confusion, I look back in more confusion. Ah, neither of us knows what we're doing here, completely forgot about that.

"He's good, Sherry," I say, easing my overly energetic bodyguard.

"Alrighty." She moves to lean against the wall again. Other Rory gives her a quick nod and grabs the seat next to mine.

"Hey man, it's been kinda crazy last week and so, you doing good?" He asks while casually leaning back in his seat. My mind flashes to getting kidnapped and almost killed by an Endbringer. Yeah, crazy is an understatement.

"I was busy with work, didn't notice anything crazy." I shrug. "Only heard about the big Lung fight at the bar last night." Rory number two winces and rubs his knee at that. Wait, was he limping when he came in? I feel it's a good assumption he got hurt in the fight.

"Didn't know you had a job. You have time to do that along with school? I'm only able to work by being a part-timer."

"Yeah, I've been told I need to come still. Job's easy though, I got in through nepotism, so it's not like I'll lose it by not showing up." Rory Two chuckles at that.

"Man, I wish I could do something like that."

"Aren't you the mayor's son? Why can't you?" I mean, I fully know, I just get satisfaction watching people squirm awkwardly. Huh, I think I spend too much time around Lisa.

"It's… complicated." Sure enough, he has a pained expression on his face. Even he knew that was weak. "Actually, speaking of that, I overheard a conversation my dad had with the local PRT Director." Oh? Is this how they're gonna play it?

"Wouldn't that be super confidential or something?" I quirk a brow. The other Rory deflates a bit at that, his expression falling.

"Yeah. Yeah, thanks for the reminder. Well, I've got a class to catch. I'll see you around, Rory."

"Yeah man, good luck on whatever you're doing." I wave after the retreating figure of a defeated Hero. Truly, I should spend more time around Lisa. Knowing things and using them to bully people is quite fun.

"What was all that about then?" Sherry asks when it's just us left.

"Cape politics. But one side was wearing a blindfold." I get up and stretch out my arms. "Come on, Sherry. Time to go watch me sleep in the library."

"Looking forward to it." She snorts with a shake of her head.

...

Classes go by quickly after that. Nothing stands out other than having weird looks thrown at me for having a much more solid shadow than most people. One that's a different gender. And a redhead. Think there's like, four of those in the school max. Natural anyways. Anyways, ignoring weird looks is a talent of mine. I just remind myself I have a housewife and a girlfriend when most of them don't have either. Suffer in your chastity fellow students. I'd get slapped if Lisa knew I thought of her as a housewife.

Better yet, where is the girlfriend of those two? I had assumed she would meet me at lunch but didn't see a trace of her.

Rory McGrath: where r u

Vicky Dallon: (Picture)

I squint at the picture she sent. It looks familiar. My eyes widen with a dawning horror at what I'm looking at. "Sherry get the fucking car!" My panicked shout startles everyone around, Sherry herself included.

"What? What happened?"

"My girlfriend stole my Xbox!"

"What?"

"She took it! Look!" I shove my phone towards her face, clearly showing my original Xbox sitting peacefully in the Dallon family living room.

"Oh, she sent another picture. Nice." What? What's that expression?

"Gimme." She hands the phone over.

"Nice." I nod in satisfaction. "You have your orders, Sherry. Car, we have an Xbox to save."

"Sure thing, Boss," Sherry says with a wink, not realizing the importance of an original Xbox in this godforsaken world. No, I can't blame her for not knowing.

I can only pray Vicky treats my machine well.

...

We raced to the Dallon house on a mission. Me more serious than my smiling happy-go-lucky bodyguard. It wasn't too long a trip, Sherry is a good driver. Soon enough I see the house and we pull up in its driveway. The fancy car is gone, so I assume that means no Carol. Making my way up to the door at a brisk pace, I ring the doorbell.

"Rory, good to see you again." Mark answers the door.

"Oh hi, Mark. Need to see your daughter, the blonde one." I give the man a grin. Mark is pleasant company, something I was able to confirm the last time I was here. I only just need to ignore all the craziness that happened after that and it'd have been a wonderful day.

"She's hiding behind the corner behind me." He answers with a chuckle.

"Dad! Why?!" There she is. The culprit to this crime. Trying to bolt up away before I can catch her.

"Oh no you don't!" I run in unheeded by the homeowner as I go to chase down his daughter.

"No flying in the house!" Her father calls out and she loses her only advantage. And without her flight… or shield for that matter…I brute better than her.

"Get caught!" My arms lock around her stomach, and I lift her off the floor as she laughs gleefully. In the background, I vaguely notice Sherry introducing herself to Mark and being let into the house as well, but I'm more focused on the giggling blonde in my arms. Said giggles only get worse once I start tickling her.

"R-rory stop." Vicky squirms in my grasp, tickling her abs seems to be the best plan. Considering she's ticklish there, I also get the added bonus of feeling them up. "N-noo. Put me down," She whines in between her giggles.

"Punishment will be dealt in full," I state gravely.

"Please." Her pleas fall on deaf ears.

"What crimes has my daughter committed?" Mark asks with a chuckle. Huh, where did Sherry go? No matter, that's a loaded question, Mark. Actually does associating with me count as a crime now? Does harboring an Endbringer make me a criminal? Probably.

"She stole my Xbox after saying she'd see me at school." Having a conversation with a man as his daughter is squiggling around in my grasp trying to hold in her laughter isn't how I expected my day to be going.

"Ah, that. She brought it here around lunchtime. I hadn't played an Elder Scrolls game in years. So it was a surprise to see Vicky loading Morrowind up." Wait what?

"You've played?"

"Arena and Daggerfall. I got interested when a friend mentioned them years back. I would play them a bit when I was taking care of her and Amy." He points to his daughter, who is still trapped in my arms. "They loved the bright lights and colors. Very useful in keeping a pair of toddlers entertained." Huh, I did not expect that either. As we talk about the games, I pretend not to notice Vicky slowly pry my arms off of her and attain her freedom.

"Oh, looks like she got away." Mark raises an eyebrow at his floating daughter, who quickly lowers herself to the ground.

"It's fine. I let her go."

"Hey! Don't diminish my victory!"

...

After that, Mark and I just chatted as Vicky fully focused on playing Morrowind. I told her to focus on side stuff for now so as to not spoil the game for her father. The man looks rather interested in trying the game out himself. And as Carol is away on a business trip, he has more than enough time to play this week.

Sherry apparently stayed. Which I hadn't realized until I saw her and Amy chatting together as they went up the stairs. One would think Mark is a bit too comfortable letting an adult woman he'd never met before be around his teenage daughter. I assume he's fine with it considering the woman showed up with me and introduced herself as my bodyguard.

Eventually, Vicky bullied me upstairs to her room. Admittedly, I didn't fight her, but it was bullying nonetheless. What else does one call being physically dragged from an interesting conversation about why Mark shouldn't pick Argonian?

But no, now I find myself in my girlfriend's room as she locks the door behind us. She turns to me with an impish grin on her face. "I told Lisa you might stay the night here."

"Playing games right? Probably." I grin back at her, and she just smirks at me. She pushes me back and I have to take rapid steps to not fall down, failing, when my legs meet the bed and I let myself collapse on it, looking up at her. Vicky floats herself on top of me, straddling my waist, with her knees on both sides.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing," She coyly replies as she brings a hand to my collar and starts undoing the buttons of my shirt. I run my hands along her stocking-clad legs as Vicky goes about her business. This firmness should be illegal, and speaking of firm…

"This seems to be more than nothing," I state with confidence.

"Shhhh." Vicky puts a finger to my lips. Then she finishes unbuttoning my shirt, running her hands along my chest. That's fine with me, I'm perfectly content with my hands on her legs, the soft material of her stockings pleasantly in my grasp. I hadn't noticed earlier, but somewhere along the line, Vicky had slowly started rocking over my hips, to great effect considering my jeans are straining so obviously.

"Playing a dangerous game here, Victoria," I murmur just loud enough for her to hear. Vicky grins, then leans down and brushes her lips against mine for just an instant. I growl at her for lack of a better word.

"I don't think it's a game," She whispers, then follows that up with a kiss. Whatever remains of her chapstick tastes like peaches, I run my tongue on the inside of her lips, as my hands on her thighs move a bit further back and under her skirt. I sink my fingers into her firm glutes as Vicky takes charge of sticking her tongue in my mouth.

I give up on my attempts to taste her lips, and instead bat at her tongue with my own, a valorous effort to take the initiative back.

Vicky retreats in my show of force, but not before I catch her bottom lip in one last hurrah. Letting it go, she keeps her face close to mine as she pants for breath ever so slightly, the warmth of each of her breaths washing over my mouth as our lips barely touch.

"Okay, no games. Got it." I agree. "But if you don't stop this, I'm gonna fuck you into oblivion." Okay, I had to make one last Elder Scrolls reference. Vicky shakes her head, then backs away and out of my grasp. Guess that's her answer to tha- oh boy. Contrary to what I expected, Vicky doffs her baggy shirt and peels off her stockings, making sure to show me her finely toned smooth legs. One of her bra straps has slipped off of her shoulder, and god damn she has a thong on.

"You were saying?" Vicky teases. Fuck it, no backing down now. This time I'm the one pinning her down on the bed, even if she could easily break out of my grasp with her brute strength, something she could have admittedly done earlier as well. Vicky giggles as I run my lips along her neck, while I use my hands to thoroughly massage her abs.

I bring one of said hands up, pushing her bra over her substantial chest, up and over her head.

She shakes her hair out, blonde locks splaying across her sheets as I take her firm and bountiful breasts in hand. Vicky sucks in a harsh breath of air as I take her right nipple into my mouth. If I die now I'd be happy, I hadn't thought of ending myself via suffocation ala booba, but it seems like a more than pleasant enough way to go.

Vicky gives low moans and cute squeaks as I suck on her breasts, alternating between each small nub I'm sucking on every few minutes. Her legs have come up and intertwined themselves with mine, and I'm pinning her hands above her to the bed with my right. The left hand is alternating between feeling up her body and squeezing her juicy breasts. I don't get to do so for long, however, as she quickly escapes my grasp.

"Vicky…," I warn, but she just gives me a playful grin.

"Am I making you wait? Do you want me?" She inquires, slipping her thong off as she floats in the air, out of my grasp. She floats closer but holds out a hand to stop me from grabbing her, then she takes a seat at the head of the bed. "I feel it's only fair you wait a little, after all the waiting I had to do."

"That's outrageous, it's unfair. Do you take me for a mind reader woman!" She laughs at my perfectly valid complaints. Then she puts her arms and hands behind her head, showcasing her amazing musculature… I need to bully Lisa into doing more pushups.

"Then why are you still waiting?" Aight, that's fucking enough. Victoria laughs gleefully as I pin her to the bed, looking up into my eyes with a look of challenge. She acted like she'd put up more of a challenge, but the moment I kiss her she melts like butter. I feel her arms wrap around the back of my neck, and I use my hands to explore her full body. Our lips part, and Vicky takes in deep breaths. "Do it, take me, I'm more than ready." Sure enough, my hand confirms the moist heat between her legs.

"I swear you'll be the death of me," I complain only slightly, putting my forehead against hers. The warmth of her breath touches my lips and I just have the urge to do to her what I had done to Lisa the first time around.

"Then I'm lucky you can't die." And with those words, I feel my belt come loose. I had lost track of her hands, but she most definitely has not. Following the belt are the front button and zipper of my jeans, and then I'm forced to do a half shimmy out of them as she giggles while pulling them down.

Her eyes light up when she sees how erect I actually am. And her lips immediately form into the same impish grin from earlier. I can't get a word in about it before I'm suddenly pulled back to her face, Vicky going on the attack to thoroughly occupy my mouth with her own. Running her tongue along the inside of my teeth, she uses her right hand to line me up with her entrance. And when I feel the head of my cock catch, spreading it, I slowly push in.

Vicky shudders, letting go of my mouth to give a short moan. Only to grow more vocal the deeper I go in. I feel her fingers digging into the flesh of my shoulders but that's fine, if it gets bad enough my skin will just harden. My hips finally meet hers, and she immediately wraps her legs around my back, pulling me further into her. Unlike my time with Lisa, Victoria can indeed take the entire thing. And she's more than willing to do so.

"Fuck me," She mewls directly to my ear, and I honestly feel my fight or flight instincts kick in only for a different kind of battle. And just like always, they choose fight.

Pressing my mouth to the side of her neck, I'm determined to mark her, own her. All the while rocking my hips and repeatedly filling her with my cock. Something she's more than willing to agree with considering her teeth latch down on my shoulder to stop her own wild moans. I don't feel any pain from it, my mind is already far too focused, hyper-focused, on taking Victoria in her entirety. A need to make her a gibbering mess just as I had done to Lisa.

I go at a steady pace, rocking in and out of her, then I sink as far as I can into her and start grinding. I hear a distinct crack coming from my back where Vicky's arms had been, followed by her quickly removing said arms. We both pause, I take my mouth off her neck to see a very distinct mark, as well as the disheveled-looking Vicky with obvious worry on her face. "Sorry," She mumbles the word.

I wait for a moment. Yeah, we're good. "No tentacles, we're a-okay." Smirking, I brush an errant tress of blonde hair behind her ear. Vicky shudders again at my words, and I feel my cock twitch at the pleasure her body gives it when she does. Unfortunately, that wasn't a shudder of ecstasy.

"Please don't have one come out during sex. Like ever."

"I can't control that. They only come out when I'm injured."

"Sorry." She averts her eyes as she apologizes again. This won't do. The Victoria is supposed to feel good right now. I gently pull her face back to face my own, catching her lips in a gentle kiss.

"Did I ask you to be sorry?" Vicky looks at me bewildered by my words. "No, I didn't, so don't be. Being sorry is dumb." Instead of words she just laughs in relief and pulls me in for another kiss. I take the opportunity for what it is to pull out nearly entirely, then thrust back into her, immediately filling her up. Her breath hitches in my mouth. Letting her mouth go she gives out a hearty moan as I immediately slam into her again, her legs tightening around me, but obviously, she's extremely conscious about not damaging my back.

We go at that pace for a while, slowly easing my dick out of her, only to thrust into her folds as she grunts and moans into my ear. I feel myself rather close, so I'm hoping she's already cum as she had already clenched up rather tightly on one of those thrusts.

Regardless, it won't be an issue as I can just keep going until I know for sure that she has.

Before I can really finish the thought, I have to hurriedly pull out, barely managing to do so with her legs on my lower back. Then there's release, as my dick lands on her wonderful, majestic, stomach. A small torrent of seed marks it.

Yes, I came on her abs. All is right in the world, and they are now thoroughly mine by right of conquest. "Did you just…"

"We all have our fetishes. And now these are legally mine." I nod in satisfaction as Vicky's legs release me. Allowing me to see my work in full. Yes, one might call me an artist. Truly.

"You're ridiculous. I worked hard for those. You can't just claim them."

"I came on your abs, by all legal definitions they belong to me."

"My mom's a lawyer, you know?"

"Unimportant." Vicky laughs at my refusal of her logic. Logic means nothing when I am the one who already won.

"I was hoping you would cum somewhere else…" She trails off looking at her cum soaked stomach.

"Darling, rapid regen. That was round one. We're missing school tomorrow." Instead of the wide-eyed terror I got from Lisa, Victoria looks up at me with a glint in her eyes.

"Good." She all but purrs the word.

And for once, I might be the one in danger.

...

I do actually manage to exhaust Vicky. Yet the amount of effort put into doing so was extremely different from Lisa. I honestly don't think I'd have come out on top there if not for being rated Brute Level: Bullshit. Still, It was my success as she's now sleeping soundly with a bliss-filled look on her face. I myself need a glass of water. So after carefully extracting myself from her grasp, I wrap myself in the blanket she stole from my house and go to do just that.

It's quiet when I step into the hall, which makes sense considering the clock says it's three in the morning. So as to not wake anyone, I inch to the kitchen. There's a light on in the kitchen, who the hell is up at three in the morning? Walking in reveals a Pan Pan slowly sipping at a cup of coffee while wearing a rather plain bathrobe. We look at each other for a moment, wide eyed and a bit startled. "Sup?" Time for diplomacy.

"Coffee?" I don't know why she's not lashing out, but I'll take it.

"I'm good, just grabbing a glass of water."

"Cups are in the top shelf next to the microwave, right side." She goes back to sipping at her drink and flicking through her phone.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Aight, something happened but I'm not stupid enough to look a gift horse in the mouth. I just grab my water and head back upstairs.

"Have a good one then."

"You too." Okay why is Pan Pan perfectly okay? Consider me about to look into the horse's mouth as I retract my earlier internal monologue. No, I'm better than that. With a mental shake of my head I make my way back upstairs. Only for a door across the hall to open, and my all but naked, if not for a blanket, bodyguard sneaks out of the room. She stills when her eyes meet mine.

"Uh, morning boss. Gotta use the loo."

"Know what? You do you, I'm not even going to ask." I calmly walk past her and back into Victoria's room. It's safe in Vicky's room. All the craziness can't affect me here.

My questions were answered, and I was able to make love to a hot blonde, the world is as it should be.