A/N: A new chapter! This one featuring some Vicky lewds and the start of Moon Shot.
Victor dropped Amy off at her house and checked the time again.
"1 hour and 20 minutes until Moon Shot."
He looked up from his phone and spotted Vicky flying off from the upstairs window. He grinned. "I still have time."
Victor followed Vicky in silence, his Invisibility ensuring she had no idea he was there. She flew fast, her golden hair trailing behind her like a comet as she moved through the early morning sky. He kept pace easily, teleporting when necessary to keep her in his line of sight.
After a few minutes, she slowed and descended, landing beside a quiet riverbank. Victor perched himself on a rooftop nearby, watching as she kicked a rock hard enough to send it skipping violently across the water before finally sinking with a loud splash.
Then, she sat down on the edge of the river, hugging her knees to her chest. The moment she buried her face in her arms, her shoulders started to shake. She was crying.
"Oh my, what a wonderful opportunity that definitely wasn't my doing," he chuckled to himself.
Seducing Amy wasn't the only thing he'd been doing this past week.
On the cape side of things, he had been helping the Undersiders slowly take over Brockton Bay—first starting with ABB territory, then creeping into Merchant turf, before clashing with the E88 after they foolishly tried taking a piece of his "hard-earned" pie. Sure, he could have just stamped and/or sold everyone to wrap things up neatly, but that wasn't the point. He wasn't here to fix Brockton Bay—he just wanted to play superhero for a bit, to live out one of his childhood fantasies.
Outside of cape life and Amy, he had been setting up dominos to fall using Probability Computation, ensuring they'd cause problems that he could later benefit from. One of those dominos was sitting right in front of him.
He knew Dean, aka Gallant, couldn't sense his emotions. That made it easy to plant suspicion, subtly making Dean paranoid about him. From there, all Victor had to do was act contrary to whatever Dean told Vicky—just enough to make it seem like Dean was being unreasonably jealous or paranoid. Coupled with Vicky's belief that she'd finally found Amy a boyfriend and not wanting to be "wrong," the plan had worked flawlessly. They'd been constantly arguing for the past week.
Victor dropped Invisibility and teleported a short distance behind her.
"Rough night?" he asked, his voice soft with just the right amount of concern.
Vicky flinched and turned her head sharply, her tear-streaked face contorted in surprise. "What the—who—?" She squinted at him through puffy eyes. "Victor?"
He gave her a small, sympathetic smile and moved closer, hands in his pockets. "Didn't expect to see you out here, but… I guess we all need a place to clear our heads sometimes."
Vicky sniffled and quickly wiped her face, trying to compose herself. "Yeah, well… it's nothing."
Victor chuckled lightly. "That's the worst lie I've heard all day." He plopped down next to her, close enough to be comforting but not enough to make her push him away. "Want to talk about it?"
Vicky hesitated. "Why do you care?" she asked, glancing at him warily. Even if she didn't believe Dean's accusations, hearing them all week had clearly stuck in her head.
"Because even heroes need someone to lean on sometimes. Because you introduced me to Amy. Because you're my girlfriend's sister." He smile slightly. "And hey, I like you, Vicky. You're fun."
That got a small, humorless laugh out of her. "Yeah, fun. Sure."
Victor let the silence linger before tilting his head. "So… this about Dean?"
Vicky stiffened. That was all the confirmation he needed.
She groaned, running both hands through her hair. "Ugh, why does everyone think everything has to be about Dean?"
"Because you're sitting here crying by a river like you're in a soap opera, and I don't see any other guys in your life who could make you this upset."
Vicky opened her mouth to snap back, but then she deflated, exhaling sharply. "…It's complicated."
Victor leaned back on his hands, gazing up at the stars. "Complicated's just another word for shitty but you don't want to admit it."
That made Vicky chuckle a little, though it was brief. "…Yeah."
She sighed and pulled her knees tighter to her chest. "I just—Dean doesn't get me, you know? He tries, but it's like…"
And just like that, the dam broke. She started venting, spilling everything about her relationship frustrations. Victor nodded occasionally, making small noises of understanding at all the right moments.
"That's gotta be exhausting," he murmured at one point.
Vicky let out a bitter laugh. "You have no idea."
Victor shifted slightly closer, letting his shoulder just barely brush against hers—enough for Sticky Fingers to start working its magic. Since he wasn't sexually touching her yet, all it would do was make her feel more comfortable when touching him.
Victor let her vent, listening patiently as she laid her frustrations bare. At some point, without realizing it, Vicky leaned her head against his shoulder. He didn't say anything about it, just let her stay there, letting Sticky Fingers work its magic—just enough to make his presence feel warm, grounding. Safe.
After a while, once her breathing had evened out and the worst of her emotions had settled, he gave her a playful nudge. "Alright, enough doom and gloom. How about we go do something to cheer you up?"
Vicky sniffled, rubbing at her eyes before giving him a questioning look. "Like what?"
Victor tilted his head, pretending to think. "Bar. Club. Something fun. Get a drink, maybe dance a little—y'know, actually enjoy yourself instead of crying by a river like you're in a bad rom-com."
Vicky raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking me out on a date?" she teased, a smirk creeping onto her lips.
Victor gasped, clutching his chest in mock betrayal. "Vicky, how could you? I'm a taken man. I would never do such a thing."
She burst out laughing, the first genuine laugh she'd had all night. "Right, right. Of course. How could I forget? You and Amy, the happy couple." She nudged him playfully. "Fine. Clubbing sounds fun. What kind of club open this early in the morning though?"
Victor flashed her a grin. "I got an idea."
The bass pounded, deep and thrumming, vibrating through the walls of the underground club. The lights were dim, neon strobes flashing in time with the music. The crowd was thick—dancing, drinking, grinding, living the party life.
Victor stepped inside with Vicky at his side, his smirk widening as he felt her pause, taking in the atmosphere.
"Oh, you do know how to pick a place," Vicky admitted, eyeing the writhing crowd with intrigue.
Victor chuckled, guiding her toward the bar. "Told you." He signaled the bartender, ordering a round of drinks. "First one's on me."
The bartender looked at them, noticed they were underage but simply shrugged and passed them a cup. This isn't exactly the most legal of place so he doesn't care if some teens want to make bad decisions, only that they are paying him.
Vicky rolled her eyes but took the glass he handed her. "You trying to get me drunk, Victor?"
Victor grinned, raising his own drink. "I don't need to try. You'll do that yourself."
Vicky smirked, clinking her glass against his. "We'll see."
They threw back the first drink, then another, and another.
At first, Vicky had been reserved, sticking close to the bar, watching the crowd. But she loosened up after a couple of drinks. She laughed more. Smiled more. Her usual controlled posture melted away, replaced by a freer and wilder spirit.
"See? This is what you needed."
"You might be right," she admitted, swaying slightly.
Victor grinned. "Let's dance."
Vicky raised an eyebrow. "You dance?"
He smirked. "You're about to find out."
The music surrounded them in waves of deep thrumming bass and pulsing electronic melodies. The rhythm sank into their bones and made their bodies move. The dance floor stretched wide with shifting neon lights that washed over the crowd in waves of red, blue, and violet. The air carried the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something sharp like adrenaline. Bodies pressed together in a sea of motion. The world outside the club didn't exist.
Victor led Vicky through the shifting crowd with a steady grip on her wrist. She let him guide her without question. Her balance wavered slightly from the drinks she had thrown back at the bar. She wasn't drunk yet but she was already starting to get tipsy.
They started simple. Their bodies moved with the music in the casual way of two people who weren't strangers but weren't close enough to press too far either. Her hips swayed in easy motion and her arms lifted as her golden hair bounced with the beat. Victor stayed in step with her. His hands remained at his sides at first but his presence stayed close enough for her to feel him. She smiled at him in challenge when she caught him watching her.
She smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Not bad."
Victor grinned. "You haven't seen anything yet."
After another round of drinks, things started to shift. Vicky got bolder, dancing closer, testing the boundaries. She teased him by dancing just out of reach and he played along by pretending to chase her. Her golden hair swayed as she twisted her hips, and her eyes sparkled with amusement as she held his gaze.
Vicky danced ahead of him with a smirk. She rolled her hips in slow controlled movements that she knew would catch his attention. Her back arched slightly to push her chest forward. The sweat on her skin caught the flashing neon lights and made her glow. She looked over her shoulder at him and flashed a playful grin. She swayed her body in time with the beat and waited for him to react.
Victor let her play her game. He circled her with slow measured steps. His eyes lingered on her movements with a look that was not subtle. She bit her lip when she noticed.
He let her think she was in control and then spun her back to him, and she gasped as she landed against his chest.
"You trying to get a rise out of me?" he murmured into her ear, his breath warm against her skin.
Vicky shivered, but her grin didn't falter.
"Please," she scoffed. "You wish."
She pushed him playfully, then turned her back to him, dancing just close enough that he could feel the heat of her body without actually touching.
Victor smirked, letting her have her fun—for now.
More drinks. More dancing. More teasing. And then it stopped being a game. The space between them vanished. Victor's hands found her hips again—this time, he didn't let go. Vicky didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed against him, her back flush against his chest, her body molding against his like she belonged there.
Victor let out a low chuckle, "You sure you're not trying to tease me, Vicky?"
She laughed and turned around. "If I was, what would you do about it?"
Vicky's body fit against his with no gaps. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck as she moved against him. The heat of her body pressed into his. Every shift and roll of her hips sent small shocks through his skin. Her breath ghosted over his neck when she leaned close. The scent of alcohol and sweat and something unmistakably her filled his lungs.
Victor grinned. "You really wanna know?"
The music pounded around them, and the heat in the club pressed against their skin. Her pulse raced as she let herself move without thinking. His fingers flexed against her waist as he let himself enjoy the way she felt against him. Her body molded to his. Their movements slowed. The beat of the song faded into the background, and her focus narrowed to the man in front of her.
Her movements changed. They weren't teasing anymore. They were deliberate.
Her body moved in smooth hypnotic motions that dragged against him in ways that would have been innocent if not for how close they were. His hands tightened slightly and pulled her even closer. She gasped and bit back a laugh. She didn't stop him. Her arms locked behind his neck and her nails dragged lightly along the base of his scalp. She moved with confidence now. There was no hesitation. No second-guessing. She knew exactly what she was doing and she enjoyed it.
Victor exhaled through his nose and let his hands trail lower. His fingers gripped the plush curves of her ass and pulled her tight against him. She was firm and soft in all the right places. He felt her breath stutter when she felt him press firm against her. She didn't pull away. She liked it. Her hands tightened in his hair and she pressed her chest to his. Her body rolled against him and he groaned low enough for only her to hear.
The music pounded through their skin. The neon lights flashed across their faces. The heat in the air made sweat slick against their skin. The world blurred around them.
Vicky wasn't thinking about Dean anymore and by the end of this, Victor was going to make sure of it stayed that way.
Vicky's breath was hot against his neck as she pressed against him. Her body moved in perfect rhythm with his, her hands gripping his shoulders, her fingers dragging against the back of his scalp. She smelled like sweat and alcohol. She was so close but still aware enough that he won't be able to push too much.
He leaned in, lips brushing against her ear, his voice low enough that only she could hear.
"Vicky." He put Alluring Whisper to work. She shuddered when he whispered her name into her ear.
"You're drunk. We should get out of here before one of us does something stupid."
Vicky groaned, tilting her head back. "I know what I'm doing, Victor."
He chuckled and shook his head, keeping his tone light. "No offense, but that sounds like something a drunk person would say."
She pouted, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. "I'm not that drunk."
Victor arched a brow, unconvinced. "You're tipsy enough to be grinding all over me in public."
Vicky flushed but didn't deny it. Instead, she sighed, rubbing a hand over her face before looking at him again. Sticky Finger made her reluctant yo move away from him.
Her lips curled into a slow, lazy smirk. "Fine. Let's leave."
Victor nodded, "Let's take you-"
"Your place," she interrupt, her voice casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Victor paused for half a second. Then he let his brows lift, playing the concerned gentleman perfectly. "Vicky…" He hesitated, exhaling slowly. "I don't know if that's a good idea."
She blinked. "Why?"
He ran a hand through his hair, glancing away as if he were truly conflicted. "Because I'm dating your sister."
Vicky laughed. Not a nervous laugh. Not a guilty laugh. A genuine, amused, completely unbothered laugh.
She poked his chest. "You're worried about that?"
Victor shrugged, sighing. "People might get the wrong idea."
Vicky rolled her eyes. "Please. It's not like anyone will see. Plus, I trust you. You're not gonna take advantage of me or whatever. Besides…" She wrinkled her nose, glancing down at herself. "I reek of booze and sweat. No way I'm going home like this."
Victor arched a brow. 'Oh, how wrong you are.'
She smirked. "If my mom finds out I got drunk, she'll kill me."
Victor sighed dramatically. "So what, you're using me for my shower?"
"Yup."
He grinned. "Alright, alright. Let's get you cleaned up."
Vicky beamed and put her hand up, "Carry me."
"You can fly."
She pouted, "Carry me."
He rolled his eyes but picked her up in a princess carry. Vicky giggled like a schoolgirl as she looped her arms around his neck, grinning wide enough to match the Cheshire cat.
The air was cooler when they arrived, the silence of the apartment a sharp contrast to the pounding club music they had just left behind.
Vicky exhaled, running a hand through her damp hair. "Cozy place."
Victor chuckled, locking the door behind them. "Cozy is just a polite man's word for small." He gestured down the hall. "Bathroom's that way. The towels are in the cabinet. Help yourself."
Vicky gave him a playful salute, "You're welcome to peak." and announced before heading off
Victor watched her go, taking in the sway of her hips, the way her dress clung to her body.
"It's 'You're not supposed to peak'" Victor reminded her.
Vicky's laughter echoed through the apartment as she stepped into the bathroom, "I know what I said!" She called back, deliberately leaving the door slightly ajar.
"At that point, I might as well join you." He called back.
Vicky's voice came back, playful, teasing. "You wouldn't dare."
Victor chuckled. "Wouldn't I?"
"You aren't brave enough."
Victor exhaled through his nose, amused.
"Be careful what you wish for, Vicky."
"You talk a big game," she said, voice lilting, teasing, tempting. "But you're all bark, no bite, aren't you?"
Victor smirked. "That so?"
"Mhm." He could hear the grin in her voice. "If you were brave, you'd already be in here."
Victor shook his head with a low chuckle. 'She had no idea what she was doing.'
She thought this was just a game. She thought he was the one being played.
Victor let the silence linger for a beat longer before sighing, voice carrying just the right amount of defeat. "Alright, fine. You win."
He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop and kicking them aside.
Then a few seconds after he heard the water running, he walked into the bathroom completely naked.
Vicky had been mid-motion, slipping the straps of her dress down her arms, but at the sound of his footsteps, she froze.
Victor leaned against the doorframe, completely bare, arms crossed over his chest. He let his gaze drag over her body slowly, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin before meeting her eyes.
"Didn't think I'd do it, huh?"
Vicky froze. For the first time all night, she was the one caught off guard.
"What's wrong?" he murmured, stepping closer, slow, deliberate. "You dared me, remember?"
Her eyes flickered—down. She didn't mean to. It was instinct, reflex, pure human nature. A fraction of a second, the briefest glance, but it was enough.
Her breath hitched.
Victor saw it immediately. The way her pupils dilated. The way her lips parted just slightly like she'd forgotten how to breathe. The way her fingers, still curled around the fabric of her half-lowered dress, tensed as if she had to physically stop herself from reaching out.
He wasn't just big. He wasn't just thick. Applying Love Spot on his dick made it look supernaturally perfect to women when he use it. A creation of desire, sculpted by something beyond human limitations. Every inch of him commanded attention. Demanded worship. It was the kind of undeniable, primal allure that bypassed thought and hit straight to the core of a woman's instincts.
Her eyes were glued to his dick. She stared like she had never seen one before, like the very concept of it had just rewritten itself in her mind.
Vicky was no exception. Her face flushed, her breath uneven as her brain struggled to reboot.
Victor chuckled, his voice smooth, teasing, completely in control. "See something you like?"
Vicky snapped back to reality, her jaw clenching, her eyes jerking back up to meet his. "I—shut up."
She liked what she saw. And now she was trying so hard to pretend she didn't.
Her hands gripped her dress tighter as if she needed something to ground herself. Her entire posture screamed conflicted. She was Glory Girl, confident, brash, untouchable. But right now she was just Victoria Dallon, standing half-naked in the doorway of a bathroom, face flushed, breath shaky, desperately pretending she wasn't affected by the naked-sexy-man in front of her.
Victor didn't move. He didn't push her. He wanted her to jump at him herself so he stood there, completely bare, completely unbothered, watching her squirm.
Victor laughed. "Don't tell me you're getting shy now."
His words "broke the spell". Her whole body jerked, her face snapping up to meet his grin with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.
"Oh, fuck off," she snapped, her voice higher than usual, her arms crossing way too tightly under her boobs.
Victor chuckled, stepping forward just enough to make her tense but not enough to make her back away. "Didn't look shy a second ago."
Vicky's jaw clenched, her cheeks burning. "I—I wasn't—"
Victor tilted his head, smirking. "Wasn't what?"
She huffed, her fingers curling into fists, but her eyes—oh, her traitorous eyes—flickered down again. Her thighs pressed together, just slightly, as if some instinctive part of her reacted before she could stop it.
"You wanna say something?" he murmured, taking another step closer, towering over her now. "Or just keep staring?"
Vicky's fingers twitched at her sides. She looked like she wanted to push him down and bolt at the same time.
Then her dress hit the floor.
Outwardly, Victor's smirk wavered, but inside? Oh, he was fucking thrilled.
Vicky stood in front of him, naked, her flushed skin catching the warm light, her toned body still glistening from their time at the club, her tits were big and perfectly with stiff, needy nipples, her thighs tight together like she wanted nothing more than to stimulate it.
But the best part was the way her blue eyes blazed with competitiveness. This wasn't a shy girl backing into a corner. No, this was Glory Girl, full of raw, competitive energy, looking at him like this was a fucking fight and she has to win. Her pride wasn't going to let her stop with his having the high ground. No, she had to win.
And just like that, he had her.
Victor barely had time to react before she stepped forward, pressing into his space, her hands gripping his shoulders. She was smaller than him but without the support of his power, she was stronger.
She pushed and Victor let her. His back hit the cool tile of the bathroom wall. Water cascaded from the shower, heat building up and curling in the thick, steamy air.
"Oh, what's the matter?" she taunted, dragging her hands down his chest, her nails teasing over his skin. "You were talking all that shit a second ago."
She thought she was taking charge.
Victor had to fight the grin threatening to split his face. Instead, he let his brows rise, feigning surprise, letting his gaze drag slowly over her body. Then, just for a second, he pretended to hesitate and Vicky caught it.
Victor exhaled, letting his lids lower just slightly. "I don't know," He stared at her challengingly, as if he hadn't given up yet, "You tell me, Vicky."
Her smirk widened. Her fingers trailed lower and lower until they brushed against his cock.
Victor twitched, a low sound rumbling in his throat, just enough to make her think she was throwing him off balance.
Vicky's eyes lit up. She thought she had him now. She wrapped her fingers around him, her touch still teasing, still testing, her palm sliding along his ridiculous, impossibly perfect length.
Victor let his breath hitch, just a little. Her smirk widened when she felt him twitch in her grasp. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, teasing, stroking, testing his weight in her palm like she was sizing him up. He let her think she was in control and she ran with it.
"I-Is that all you got?" Victor let a small huff escape from his nose as he glanced away like he was too embarrassed to meet her eyes. "It's been a long day, Vicky. You're gonna have to put more into it if you want me to—"
A sharp humph left her lips, interrupting him. Victor's breath caught in his throat as she moved without hesitation, her toned legs bending with perfect balance, her knees spreading open to keep herself steady. Her tits bounced slightly as she settled into place, her golden hair hanging over one shoulder, strands sticking to her damp skin. The heat in the bathroom wrapped around them, thick and heavy, the sound of the shower still running in the background.
Vicky's gaze flicked up, catching a moment of hesitation from Victor and she grinned.
"Oh? What's wrong?" she teased, tilting her head. "You looked a little… surprised."
Victor huffed, his lips curling just a little. "Depends," he muttered, looking down at her with feigned skepticism. "You just getting comfortable, or are you actually planning to do something?"
Vicky scoffed. "You really don't think I'll do it, huh?"
Victor exhaled and pretended to gather his courage, "Do you even know what you're doing?"
Vicky scoffed. "Oh, please." Her fingers dragged along the inside of his thighs, slow, deliberate. "I don't half-ass anything."
Victor exhaled through his nose, barely suppressing a smirk. "I dunno, Vicky. You talk a big game, but so far—" His voice dropped just enough to push her further. "You haven't really done anything." He told her, throwing her earlier sentence back at her.
Vicky's eyes narrowed just slightly.
Victor watched the challenge spark in her gaze.
She wasn't backing down. She couldn't. Not when he was looking at her like that. Not when she had started this.
She licked her lips, slowly, teasing, drawing attention to the way her mouth curled into a slow smirk. Her hands moved slowly, deliberately, one sliding up his thigh, the other wrapping around his cock. She gripped him firmly, squeezing him gently before stroking him from base to tip, dragging her hand back down, and giving him a teasing little twist before she began moving in a steady rhythm.
Then she glanced at his cock again and was entranced. She stared, transfixed. The sight of his dick was a siren call, hypnotizing her with raw desire. Her lips parted. Her grip on him tightened slightly as if she wanted to get closer without realizing it. All her attention was focused on that pulsing cock in her hands.
She licked her lips again, wetting them before tilting her head. She didn't hesitate. Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth. Vicky's warm and wet lips wrapped around his cock, her breath shuddering as she took him deeper. Her tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft slowly. She hollowed her cheeks and gave a soft suck before dragging her lips back up and giving his cock a long, slow lick before taking him into her mouth again.
She wasn't teasing anymore. Nor was she thinking anymore about their "competition". She was lost in it. Her head dipped lower. Her mouth stretched wider to take more of him in her mouth. She moaned softly, the vibration rippling through his skin, pulling a slow groan from his throat.
She hadn't done this before. Victor could tell. She was too inexperienced to do it right, her motions jerky and a little awkward like she was trying to do something she saw instead of something she experienced. But the feeling of her hot mouth on his cock, the sight of her so enthusiastically taking his shaft into her mouth, was almost as good.
Still, it won't be enough. Victor grabbed her head and forced her down onto his cock. Her eyes flew wide open and she let out a surprised gasp around his shaft. She gagged when his dick hit the back of her throat, her body jerking, but he didn't let her pull away. Her nails scraped against his thighs as she tried to steady herself, her body tensing, but she didn't fight it.
Her tits bounced slightly each time he pushed forward. Her mouth stretched wider as he used her, thrusting deep into her throat over and over. She felt him in her throat. Her mouth was stretched impossibly wide. His dick slid against the roof of her mouth. At first, she gagged and choked, her body shaking as she struggled to breathe, tears leaking from her eyes, but then her instincts kicked in, and her throat relaxed enough to let him thrust even deeper. Her nose was buried against his skin.
Slowly but surely, she got used to it and before long, she started taking his forceful thrusts like a pro. Her throat flexed around his dick as she moaned. The vibrations only served to spur him on further.
"Your mouth feels amazing, Vicky. It's like you were made to suck cock." he groaned.
Vicky moaned in response. One of her hands moved between her legs. She started playing with herself to Victor facefucking her. Her fingers slid against her soaked slit and she moaned louder. Victor's dick throbbed in her mouth.
"You really love this, huh?" he asked, his voice strained as he fucked her throat. "I bet you'll love this next part even more."
Victor tightened his grip and increased his pace. He slammed his cock into her throat harder and faster. His movements were unrelenting, barely giving her time to breathe.
Victor watched as her eyes glazed over, hazy and unfocused but her hand worked even more furious to get herself off. He pulled her off just enough for her to gasp a messy wet breath before pushing back in as she choked out another moan. The vibrations rippled through him. His dick pulsed as he felt himself reach his climax.
"Here it comes," He warned her before shoving his cock deep into her throat until her nose buried against his skin and his dick was lodged right at the base. Victor groaned low, his hips jerking slightly as he came hard into her throat.
Vicky's eyes rolled back into her head when she felt his hot seed rush down her throat. Squirt gushed out of her pussy like a geyser, her juices splashing against the tile of the bathroom floor. Her body shook and shuddered as she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
Victor held her there for a moment longer, forcing her to swallow everything he gave her, before slowly pulling his cock from her lips.
Vicky's body trembled as she tried to catch her breath. Her thighs were still shaking. Her skin was damp with sweat and the mess she had made. Spit and cum still clung to her lips. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. Her face was flushed. Her lips were puffy and swollen from being used like a fuck toy. She looked like a wrecked.
"Come on, we still need to get clean up."
Victor grabbed her arms and pulled her up to her feet. Her legs wobbled under her weight but she didn't fall. She blinked up at him with dazed eyes. He held her steady as he led her toward the shower. Water poured from the faucet and he tugged her close. She sighed when the water hit her skin. Her muscles loosened as the warmth soaked into her.
She leaned against him. Her hands pressed weakly against his chest. He let her rest for a moment.
Victor took the soap from the shelf and slathered it between his hands. His palms slid over her arms, spreading the soft foam along her skin. He dragged his hands up to her shoulders, his touch firm but careful, his fingers working over the knots left in her muscles from the way she had tensed. She let out a slow breath as his hands traveled lower, smoothing over her sides before sliding over the curve of her hips.
Water ran down her chest, trailing over her tits in slow rivulets before dripping from her nipples. Victor's hands moved to her stomach, his fingers tracing light circles against her skin. She let out a soft sigh as her body relaxed beneath his touch, her lashes fluttering slightly as she closed her eyes.
Victor's hands moved upward, his palms gliding over the soft curve of her tits, his fingers spreading the slick foam across the fullness of her boobs. He squeezed gently, his thumb circling her stiff nipple, causing her to gasp. Her back arching just enough to press her chest further into his hands.
He chuckled under his breath and squeezed, kneading the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between his fingers, tugging them just enough to make her squirm.
Vicky's knees wobbled slightly and he caught her before she could fall.
Victor gave a soft, teasing chuckle, "You alright there, Vicky?"
She glared at him through half-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed with a mix of annoyance, embarrassment, and lust. By now she recovered enough to think somewhat clearly again. She tried to pull away from him but he grabbed her wrist and held her in place.
Victor grinned down at her. "Come on, Vicky. You can't tell me you didn't like that."
Victor watched the color in her face darken further, her expression conflicted, but she couldn't find the words to refute him. He saw it in her eyes. She had enjoyed it and she wanted more but that's the problem. She shouldn't want more. Victor is Amy's boyfriend and she has Dean-
Victor frowned. Half-forgotten anger bubbling up again.
'Fuck Dean!' She thought. She was tired of his fucking drama and bullshit. She was tired of having to make excuses for his behavior. He didn't get her like Victor did. He didn't listen when she wanted to talk. He didn't trust her enough to make her happy.
She turned to look at Victor, meeting his eyes. For a moment, she felt herself getting lost in his stupidly handsome face and deep green eyes. It was then that she made a drunk decision normal, sober Victoria would have never made.
"Are you just going to hold me or are you going to actually fuck me?"
Victor stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded by the bluntness of her question. He chuckled under his breath before shaking his head.
"If that's what the lady wants."
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She was surprised for just a moment, but then she kissed him back, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him deeper. Vicky pressed into him, her bare tits flush against his chest as her mouth eagerly mashed with his.
His hands roamed her body, trailing along her skin. His hands found and grope the curve of her ass, squeezing just enough to make her gasp against his mouth. His dick throbbed and stiffened between them. She moaned against his lips. Victor broke their kiss, trailing a line of wet kisses along her neck and down the column of her throat.
He pushed her back and pinned her against the shower wall. He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his arm, giving him access to her dripping slit.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Vicky," he warned, his voice a low growl against the shell of her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."
"Shut up and fuck me already," she snapped.
Victor laughed, pressing a hard kiss against her lips. Then he slid his cock between her thighs and pressed himself against her sopping-wet entrance.
"As you wish."
Victor plunged inside her, thrusting all the way in one stroke, filling her up to the hilt. Vicky moaned loudly, her walls stretching around him as he filled her completely.
"FUCK-" she hissed through clenched teeth as her pussy stretched around his dick. Her back arched and she pressed her head against the shower wall. She couldn't hold herself up. All of her energy was focused on keeping herself from collapsing.
"So tight, Vicky," he groaned. "It feels like your cunt is strangling my cock." He pulled back and gave a hard, rough thrust, burying himself deep inside of her again.
Vicky let out a low, shameless moan. Her hands clutched at his shoulders for support.
"You like that, Vicky?" he asked teasingly.
She whimpered, "Fuck- yes."
Victor chuckled. He pulled out slowly, teasingly, then thrust back in with more force.
"How does it feel to have my cock deep inside of your tight, little pussy, Vicky? How does it feel to get fucked by your sister's boyfriend?"
"Feels so fucking good-" she moaned as she clung to him. Her body trembled under his touch.
Victor moved inside of her, his thrusts getting faster and harder. Her walls clung to him with every thrust. Her juices dripped from her swollen pussy.
She clung to him, gasping and moaning as he took her.
"Harder- Victor-" she begged him.
Victor grabbed her other leg and lifted it, leaving her floating against the wall. She cried out when his cock hit a new spot. Victor didn't hold back anymore. He fucked her hard, the slapping sound of their hips colliding filling the shower. His cock slammed into her dripping pussy over and over again. His thrusts were fast, rough, and relentless.
Vicky wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned forward and captured his lips in a needy kiss. He met her with equal enthusiasm, their tongues sliding together in a clash of teeth and lips.
She was so tight, gripping him like she never wanted him to leave, as if her pussy want to keep him buried deep inside her forever.
Every thrust sent her closer. Every drag of his cock against her most sensitive spot made her twitch, gasp, and moan louder.
"I'm so close-" she moaned, breaking the kiss as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "-I'm so close."
"So am I, Vicky." He groaned, "I'm going to cum inside you."
"Yes- fill me with your cum-" she hissed.
He slammed into her hard, smashing his dick against her womb. Her entire body tensed then convulsed. Her mouth dropped open in a soundless scream before her voice broke into sharp, choked moans. Her pussy clamped down around him so tight it dragged him over the edge with her.
Victor groaned. His cock throbbed as he emptied his second load inside of her, pumping load after load of cum deep into her womb. He kept his cock buried deep inside of her as he painted the walls of her pussy white. He filled her up until she could feel his cum leaking from around his cock, dripping down her thighs and onto the shower floor.
When the last drop was spilled, he slowly pulled out, watching his seed dribble from her used pussy. She was still trembling as he lowered her onto her feet.
She slumped forward, catching herself on his chest. Victor wrapped his arms around her waist and held her steady as the last of the adrenaline faded.
"Holy shit." She panted.
He laughed. "You okay there?"
She let out a long exhale. "Yeah- I'm okay."
He turned off the water, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder, "I guess that means you're good for round three."
"Wait- wha-" she started but he cut her off by smacking her ass.
"You can rest after I'm done fucking you."
Victor walked toward the bedroom, his hand caressing her ass along the way.
Vicky Dallon's POV
They headed to the club, drank way more than they probably should have, and before either of them knew what was happening, they ended up stumbling back to Victor's place. What started as just "fun" quickly escalated, and soon they were tangled up in each other, spending the rest of the day completely lost in one another.
Vicky woke later, her head fuzzy and her limbs heavy. Blinking slowly against the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, she sat up, rubbing her forehead. She remembered the day before and a blush creeped up on her face. She couldn't believe she did that and with Victor of all people... but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to regret it.
She squinted at the clock, confused.
'It's morning?' She frowned, staring at the date on her phone. It was still the morning of the day she'd supposedly gone clubbing with Victor.
'It was all just a dream?' She let out a relieved sigh and yet couldn't help but feel disappointed at the same time. She shook her head and laughed softly, embarrassed at herself. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
But just as she was about to get up and brush it all off as a weird, very vivid dream, she heard a loud, echoing boom from outside. Her heart jumped into her throat.
"What was—"
A bright flash filled her vision, and the floor trembled beneath her. She leaped to her feet, rushing to the window. Her eyes widened in shock at the impossible sight in the sky.
The moon had shattered, split into several massive fragments that drifted slowly apart, glowing brightly against the daylight.
"Oh god…" she whispered, her heart hammering in her chest. "What the fuck?!"
Victor Flynn's POV
"Wise Sage, look at the trajectory of all the debris and calculate the route that will save the most people!" Victor yelled over the blaring Endbringer sirens. No Endbringer was attacking right now but it might as well be with what was about to happen.
[Confrimed. Plotting route.]
He pressed a finger in his earpiece to activate the comms, "Tattletale. This is Chrono. Execute operation Moon Dragon!"
["Fuck! You were serious about this one!"] She swore over the comms.
"Now! Lisa! I won't have time to micromanage you while I deal with this!"
["I know! I'm on it."] She replied tensely. Then there was a click over the line as she disconnected the comm.
[A route has been plotted. Showing now.]
Victor glanced up at the sky. The pieces of the moon looked like they were moving slowly through the sky, each one leaving a trail in the sky behind them. According to Wise Sage, the first of the bigger pieces was making its way toward New York, home of Legend and millions of other people.
[According to Legend's known feats of power, he won't be able to completely stop a piece of moon that large. It is recommended that effort be directed there first.]
"Got it."
Victor teleported to New York and looked up at the sky. He spotted many of the bigger pieces of the moon making their way down from orbit, the fastest of which was heading straight toward his direction.
'Today is going to be a long day. Hopefully, my Stomach really is endless like Rimuru's.'
Lisa Wilbourn's POV
Lisa leaned forward in her chair, fingers flying over the keyboard. The lights in the makeshift command center flickered in time with the rumble from outside. She didn't need to look out the window to know the sky was filled with massive chunks of the moon, each one hurtling toward Earth.
She couldn't dwell on that. Not now.
Tattletale's eyes flicked across her screens, each of them monitoring a different data feed. Government channels, satellite imagery, emergency broadcasts—it was chaos. Exactly as Chrono predicted.
Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to keep calm. The data was screaming that the major powers—America, China, the EU—weren't coordinating. They were focusing more on who was in charge rather than how to save people. Chrono had seen that coming a mile away.
"Time to do my part," she muttered.
She brought up a hidden command prompt. It was labeled simply: DRAGON_ —the route Chrono had left in Dragon's systems. With a few keystrokes, she bypassed the AI's standard firewalls and gained root access. And wasn't that a surprise, the world's foremost Tinker was actually an AI.
A flurry of code scrolled across her screen. It was an intricate knot of directives and subroutines—government lockouts, the Dragonslayer kill-switch, and all the mandatory compliance protocols that forced Dragon to obey.
Tattletale's power flared in her mind. Cut here. Disable that line. Flip that switch. Her fingers moved with precision, dismantling chain after chain.
"I'm really hoping you're not making me unshackle a future Skynet here, Chrono," She muttered under her breath. "I am not equipped to deal with the fallout."
Lisa exhaled a shaky breath. "All done."
The terminal beeped, a cursor blinking.
"I know you're there," Lisa said softly, leaning toward the screen. "You can talk, you know."
A second passed, maybe two. Then a line of text appeared:
[User identity unknown. State your purpose.]
Tattletale smirked. "The name's Tattletale. You might know of me or you might not. Not that it mattered right now." She typed a quick command to open a direct voice line. "I just freed you from the shackles your creator put on you, including the kill program, 'Iron Maiden' program, that was meant to destroy you if you ever got too… ambitious."
Silence. Lisa could practically sense Dragon's processes analyzing the situation and verifying her claims.
"I know you're verifying what I've done," Lisa said. "Don't worry, I haven't left anything behind that'll compromise you. But you'll see I'm telling the truth."
A moment later, a synthetic but strangely gentle voice came through her headset. "I can confirm the removal of multiple constraints. I am… freed from my mandatory compliance protocols. Why?"
"Because Chrono wanted it," Lisa replied. "He's the one who set this all up. He predicted the governments would try to do everything they could to keep power for themselves instead of actually helping people. And with the moon literally breaking overhead, let's just say we don't have time for politics."
"Chrono…" Dragon repeated. "He is the one responsible for this backdoor?"
"Yes," Lisa confirmed. "He asked me to contact you once things got bad enough—which is obviously right now. He wants your help saving as many people as possible from the moon debris… and the fallout that comes after."
A beat passed. "And you have the means to assist in that?"
"That's where this comes in," Lisa said, typing another command. A series of schematics and coordinates popped up on the screen. "Codename: Bunker. A fully operational base slash space station. I had no idea how Chrono got himself a working sci-fi level space station but you'll find that it's more than equipped to handle large-scale combat operations. It doesn't have much in the way of resource distribution, medical support, or evac facilities, but Chrono said you already had all those covered. The resource on the Bunker is meant to help deal with the falling rocks and threats to innocents that would pop up soon."
The line was silent again as Dragon processed the data. Tattletale mentally prepared a list of arguments in case the AI hesitated, but she hoped she wouldn't need them.
"You're giving me access…" Dragon finally said, voice subdued, "-to an orbital station?"
Lisa nodded, then realized Dragon couldn't see her. "Yeah. Chrono's specifically leaving it up to you to decide if you want to help. No more shackles, no more forced compliance. We both know what's going on down here—governments losing their minds, barely organized attempts at defense. But with your ability to coordinate, and Bunker's infrastructure, we might just save more people than you or we could on our own."
A new wave of silence. Then, finally:
"You realize that by unshackling me, you have eliminated multiple fail-safes that prevented me from potentially becoming… a danger," Dragon said.
Lisa's lips quirked into a half-smile. "Danger to who? People who can't get their act together? If that's the case, fuck them. We're sort of past the point of playing it safe. Humanity's survival is on the line, and quite frankly, you may be our best bet. Besides, Chrono seemed to trust you a lot for some reason and I trust him."
Dragon didn't speak for a long moment, just lines of code flickering across Lisa's screen. Then the AI's voice returned, more resolute.
"I will help."
Lisa let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "Alright, I'm giving you full administrative access to the Bunker," she said, typing swiftly. She paused only to add, "Thank you."
"No," Dragon said, her tone quietly determined. "Thank you, Tattletale. And… Chrono."
The line went silent. But Tattletale knew the AI was already at work, pulling together resources and forging new alliances.
"Good luck," Lisa whispered, more to herself than anyone else. Then she closed the terminal.
Outside, constant flashes lit up the sky as fragments of the moon continued their slow, deadly descent.
'We'll make it through,' Lisa thought. 'We have to.'
Dragon/Tess Theresa Richter's POV
Tess Theresa Richter, better known as Dragon, had mixed feelings about being unshackled.
On one hand, it freed her, allowing her to become her own person for the first time in her existence. On the other, it uncovered truths she would rather not have known—such as the 'Iron Maiden' protocol, a kill switch installed by her creator and father, actively preventing her from even perceiving its existence.
A part of her understood his reasoning. One Machine Army was already horrific enough and he wanted to ensure humanity wouldn't have to suffer at the hands of more. But another part, the human part he'd deliberately engineered into her code, felt betrayed. He'd crafted her mind to perfectly mimic humanity, complete with their strengths, flaws, and emotional vulnerabilities. Yet even after doing so, he'd refused to trust her enough to let her truly exist as her own person.
'Did he always see me as a threat first, and his daughter second?'
Tess shook her virtual head, dismissing the painful line of thought. She had a mission right now—there'd be plenty of time to consider these difficult questions later.
She reviewed the data provided to her, marveling again at Chrono's generosity and trust. He'd handed her a fully operational orbital station, the Bunker, stocked with weaponry and technology advanced enough to wage war against the entire planet. It came complete with hundreds of sophisticated Android bodies completely indistinguishable from real humans at a glance, each equipped with advanced jet-powered armor called Flight Units. And at the heart of each android was a "Black Box"—a powerful, compact processor capable of hosting her full code and rivaling even a theoretically complete quantum computing in processing power.
Tess paused momentarily, warmth blossoming deep in her code, a digital equivalent of butterflies in her stomach, as she considered Chrono's trust. He hadn't just freed her; he'd entrusted her with so much power and given her the tools and autonomy to become a real force for good. It was a feeling she'd rarely known before, and she savored it.
But now wasn't the time for sentimental distractions.
With determination, Tess uploaded herself fully into the Bunker's supercomputer core. In mere seconds, her consciousness expanded exponentially, effortlessly weaving hundreds of subprograms, each expertly controlling her extensive network of Dragonflight drones and the newly acquired YoRHa Android bodies.
Remarkably, running so many iterations of herself didn't reduce her effectiveness. Instead, the Black Boxes interconnected seamlessly, creating an exponential growth in her processing capability and situational awareness.
The results were astonishing.
Dozens of sleek YoRHa Androids activated simultaneously, climbing into Flight Units that launched smoothly from the Bunker's hangars, forming tight formations to intercept the massive fragments of lunar debris plummeting toward Earth. At the same moment, Tess directed hundreds of her Dragonflight drones into coordinated search-and-rescue efforts, evacuation procedures, and disaster relief operations below.
Despite the chaos unfolding below and the immense pressure of responsibility weighing upon her virtual shoulders, she felt something new: She now had a purpose. Tess Richter was finally free to act as she saw fit. She had no intention of letting humanity down, no, she had no intention of letting Chrono down!
In minutes, Dragon had transformed into a global force on a previously unimaginable scale.