chapter 4

Taylor Hebert

Wyrm's Lair

April 16, 2011 Night

Tonight, she learned something new.

As she grabbed the front of Wyrm's - Alan's - shirt, pulled him down as she pulled herself up, and kissed me aggressively, she learned that it was possible to love and hate someone at the same time.

Alan was different. Even though he spoke like a person, moved like a person, and reasoned like a person, there was an underlying difference in him that separated him from humans in general. He thought differently, and it showed in his behavior. Even though he forced her into this relationship, he acted as if all was right. He took her virginity and used her every night after threatening her with death the first time they met, and he still called her his.

He called her beautiful, he touched her, and did things to her no one had done to and for her.

She hated him - utterly hated him! - for taking her freedom away. He took away her right to choose who she wanted to show all of herself to. He fucked her, ejaculated into her, and … probably impregnated her.

But in the short time that she'd been with him, she got a crush on him. He didn't just make himself feel good when they had sex; he made her feel so good that she was left breathless and incapable of moving most of the time. He didn't use her and leave her like she was a sex toy, but got to know her and talk with her.

… Hell, he was the only person who talked with her and meant well, even if he had other reasons too.

Alan's hands slipped underneath her t-shirt and pulled them over her head, and she moaned dejectedly as he stopped kissing her. He stared down at her bra-less chest and developing boobs, and then looked back up to her.

She shivered as she met his gaze with her arms and hands clinging to his arms.

He shook her arms off, and pulled his own shirt off of himself. He tossed it aside as he had done with her shirt. He scooped her up, and briskly took long strides to their bed.

"Their" bed.

As Alan laid her down on the bed and pulled her baggy pants off of her, Taylor tittered with the thought of being someone's wife. No, Alan never called her his wife but always called her his woman. Taylor didn't see a difference between the two words, especially not in the way that he was treating her.

If he intended her to be a bedwarmer only, then he didn't need to talk with her as sincerely as he did. He didn't need to talk and help her find out about what she wanted. He didn't need to kiss her gently and warmly as he did whenever she went out for the day.

She whimpered as he took off his pants, and saw his throbbing dick twitching freely in the air. He kneeled down and placed his shaft on top of her clit and began to grind against her. She moaned in euphoria as she felt her body heat up and as her clit sent all sorts of pleasure tingling throughout body.

"N-No!" she shouted abruptly, not wanting to give him control again. He looked down at her quizzically. "Y-You get on the bed! I want to be on top!"

He smirked. "Aw, does my woman want to be dominating today?" he teased before he leaned down and kissed her. She squawked as his lips caught hers and his tongue invaded deep into her mouth through a small gap between her teeth. Her utterance of disapproval turned into moans soon after when his tongue began to leave all manners of sticky connections inside her mouth and his dick grinded against her entrance. Her arms went around his shoulder and back as she tried to pull him down. All she did was lift herself up a little.

His hands weren't idle. They grabbed her ass from behind and pulled her up towards him, effectively putting the pressure that she couldn't to their grinding.

She slapped his back while glaring at him.

Instead of breaking the kiss, he just flipped the two of them around, and she found herself suddenly on top.

"AH!" she mewled as she broke the kiss. She pulled her upper body up and stared down at him.

She hated him… and really really liked him.

He stared up at her with those certain eyes. Her silky and wavy hair fell down around her face like a veil, and he seemed to pierce through them to meet her gaze. She met his lusty gaze and couldn't help but gulp.

"Come on, Taylor. Didn't you say you were going to be in control?" he asked.

She frowned before she bucked her hips against his shaft. She moaned but felt elated to hear Alan moan too. She grinded herself on him back and forth, wetting his shaft with her dribbling juices. Things were getting really sticky.

Her breath hitched as she felt his hands remove themselves from her ass and thigh and rest of cup her sides before his thumb and index finger latched onto her hard nipples. She moaned as he rolled them between his fingers while cupping her A cups. She whimpered a little in pain mixed with pleasure as he pushed her breasts in.

"H-Hey, that hurts!" she complained even as she sped up her grinding. Grinding against Alan's dick felt so g-good and naughty and -! "Eek!" she mewled as she climaxed, and her body shuddered from the pleasure that rocked her body. Her trembling arms pushed against his chest in an effort to keep herself up and in control.

He let go of her breasts and latched onto her waist.

"Come on, Taylor. Put me in you. Impale yourself on me."

She glared at him even as she moved her trembling hand to guide his dick into position.

'I'm… I'm going to be pregnant,' she thought. She didn't know what to think about that.

"Y-You're an asshole!" she shouted as she plunged herself down, and moaned as her vagina tightened and trembled around his dick. "F-Feels so good," she mumbled.

"You feel great too, Taylor," he growled as he bounced his hips. She gasped as her hips bounced off and he pulled her down and he repeated this again and again. She moaned and gasped as her back arched and she threw her head back in ecstasy.

"You're making me crazy~!" she shrilly screamed as he picked up pace. "EEK EEK EEK-!"

"Because you're crazy good!" he shouted at me as he began to pound into her from below. She lost control and she cried as she climaxed again and he ejaculated into her.

She sat there, straddling him, while drooling as she focused on feeling his hot cum spurting into her and coating all of her insides in their slowly dribbling, sticky hot mess. She panted like a bitch, moaning at the same time as her body trembled.

-VB-

Her vision blacked out, and when she finally got a sense of her bearings, she was laying down on top of Alan. She looked up blearily, and realized that she must have fallen asleep, because the clock on the nightstand said it was 6 o' clock A.M.

She looked down at Alan and saw his sleeping face.

And for a moment, a sinister thought came to rest within her mind.

She could kill him.

Her wide eyes stared down at Alans - no, Wyrm's - defenseless neck.

A single spider would do the job.

And then that thought disappeared as soon as it came, and she was left sick with herself. She peeled herself off of him and rushed to the bathroom, knelt down in front of the toilet, and dry-gagged. She trembled as she thought about what kind of horrible thought she had and why she had it.

She sobbed. "I'm a horrible person," she mumbled to herself.

The door to the restroom opened and she saw Alan walk in. Wordlessly, he sat down next to her and stroked her naked back.

"There, there," he said, completely unaware of what had gone on inside her twisted mind. God, why was she so messed up? Was Emma right? Was she worthless?

She sobbed even as Alan stroked her back, and it felt good to have someone caress her like this.

When it was finally over, and they were back in their bed thirty minutes later, she clung to him and buried her face into his neck and chest. She hated and loved him. Hated how he just forced her to be his without any romancing or other things she'd dreamt of doing and loved him for making her feel good and wanted.

For now, she loved him more despite how terrifying her first night had been.

God, her life was pathetic.

-VB-

Wyrm (Alan Marris)

Wyrm's Lair

April 17, 2011 Morning

After seeing out Taylor who went to school again, I went to what I called my "Ore Chamber." It was a large and roughly carved out chamber at the end of a tunnel lined with rails and minecarts where I sat and drew ores out everyday.

It was a boring place, but it was also where I micromanaged the operations of the Dragonteeth.

"Report," I grunted as I sat down at the heart of the chamber and transformed. My six foot teenager body morphed into a forty foot long wyrmling, and I coiled around myself and then put my head on top of my coiled body as the speaker attached to the ceiling buzzed to life.

"Good morning, Lord Wyrm. How are you doing today? Is your new lover mellowing you out?"

My throat rumbled in disapproval of the casualness of my lieutenant even as half of my focus was on pulling rare elements and minerals out of the earth intact. Minecarts began to roll in, and I watched as the first ores to be pulled out gently floated over to the carts before dropping in.

I, of course, sorted them here and now instead of letting people do it for me.

"You're supposed to be telling me how the operations are going, Steward Bao," I grunted.

Bao - real name: Yi Nchugar - was an ever cheerful man, even when he was homeless. He never ceased to bring the mood up, but he's been getting out of hand lately with his constant poking into my personal matters.

"I know, Lord Wyrm, but everyone wants to know how you're doing~," he cackled.

He may also be slightly insane, provoking me like this without cessation.

I groaned in frustration. "She and I are doing fine, thank you. Now, report."

"Haa… You're no fun, Lord Wyrm. No juicy gossip. Very well, which one would you like me to start first?"

"The Winslow situation."

I needed some time to deal with the inept and corrupt Winslow staff, so I couldn't kill them off the moment I made Taylor mine.

Prior to that, Taylor wasn't mine so I hadn't needed to care about them in the first place.

Now she was.

Now I cared.

"A peace offering for the lady, hmm?" Bao hummed. "Well, as you ordered, we found the necessary evidence needed to expose the corruption of the PRT handler, the Winslow principal, the teachers, other staff, and the face and pictures of the three bullies and gave them over to Shawn."

Shawn was our public relations officer, though his correspondence with anyone else happened through the internet because of his agoraphobia. He was, however, a master, having shown me more than ten different occasions where he steered the public opinion for those he worked for.

His cause for being ousted from his former job? Scapegoated. His rival for a position at a company got him drunk at a party and filed a sexual harassment complaint.

"And?"

"The local, state, and national news media smell blood in the water. I give the PRT less than a day before they respond either with censorship or PR groveling."

"Probably the latter," I crooned happily at a job well done. "Next?"

"We now know all of the hideouts of the Fenrir's Chosen. We just need your approval and participation to put an end to them."

"The Pure?"

"In a similar situation."

"Their chances at assimilation?"

"... You just want to fuck the MILF, don't you, sir?"

"Have you seen her, Bao?"

"I have."

"And you still ask me?"

"I'm not into brunette, milord."

"More girls for me. Assimilation chances?"

"Moderate, if you have the right leverage. If you get Purity, then the mindless Fog and Night will follow."

"Good. Merchants?"

"You just have to take out the trash, milord."

"And Lung?"

"He seems to be honoring the pact he made with you, milord. No ABB member has entered our territory without being punished and none of our members have gone into their territory."

"And the spies?"

"They report that Lung intends to break the pact as soon as we are weak or overextended enough."

"Typical."

By the end of the first conversation, nine minecarts were filled to the brim with ores of all kinds. The minecarts then rolled away to their destination as I used my power to push the ores away from me. The next set of minecarts came through.

"Other minor players?"

"Nothing that we haven't expected from them." There was a sound of paper shifting. "That's it for today's report, sir. Will you be continuing your shifting operation?"

The members of the Dragonteeth didn't want to name my activity "mining," so they called it "shifting" because I was "shifting" ores without touching the rest of the earth and rocks.

"Yes."

"Then have a good morning, milord."

Then I was left alone to shift through thousands of tons of ores.

-VB-

Close to when I intended to stop shifting for ores for the day, the intercomm buzzed to life again to my surprise. Bao didn't like to make two different reports when he could do it in one, so there must have been an alteration of some kind to get him to call me.

"Yes, Bao?" I asked before he spoke.

"We have some minor players here begging for asylum."

"Oh?"

"It's the Undersiders, milord."

That's a surprise. That's a big surprise. I supposed that thanks to Tattletale they could easily find out the Lair - not that finding us would help them - but coming here directly asking for asylum was new.

Very new.

"I'll be there," I said as I halted all shifting and sent the last of the minecarts down the tunnel before I crawled through another tunnel to the surface above.

The Shifting Chamber was an isolated place from the rest of the underground base I've built for the Dragonteeth. It had two entrances and exits: one for the railways and carts and another for my wyrm body to crawl straight up to the surface for if there was an emergency that I had to take care on the spot. It was this second tunnel that I used to reach the surface.

I shot out of the well-like vertical tunnel, flying out of it before crashing down to the reinforced floor of the warehouse. I quickly looked around and saw the Undersiders close to the entrance, which was on the opposite side of the warehouse from where this vertical tunnel was.

I reared myself up, pushing upwards to a third of my upper body into a standing position while the rest of my body slithered and coiled.

As second stage Wyrmling, I could reason, converse, and plan just as easily as I could in my human form. But it was far quicker to anger and act, so I had to choose my conversation partners well.

The Undersiders, Tattletale in particular, was not a good conversation partner.

I loomed over them as I approached, and lowered my neck and head to their eye level.

"What do the thieves want with me?" I asked them, ignoring the ten or so armed guards along the walls of the warehouse standing ready and awaiting command. "I hope you're not here to steal from me again, hmm?"

Regent seemed bored and Bitch looked frustrated as did her dogs, but Grue and Tattletale looked alarmed, looking at the Dragonteeth soldiers warily.

Grue spoke up. Good choice. "We're here to seek asylum."

"From me? Why?" I asked, dragging out my words. "I am Wyrm, not the Protectorate. On top of that, you stole from me."

"Because you are the only one who doesn't want us dead!"

"Ho? How are you so sure?"

"Because you wouldn't get anything out of it!"

I thought about it. It was true that I did want to kill these four when they first stole from me, but they had more value to me alive than dead. What little they stole from me had already been easily replaced.

"... Fair enough, but what do I get out of it?" I asked. "Your Thinker friend there might be able to tell you if she's been keeping an eye on me, but I do not involve myself much in the cape scene. If I took you all in, however, then I would have to."

Tattletale looked unnerved before she sighed. "I'd like to negotiate on behalf of my team."

I looked at her as did Grue. Before Grue could speak up, I spoke up first. "Then follow me."

Tattletale said something to Grue in shuddering breath before she followed me to the first underground level of my Lair.

It was a quick walk down a wide ramp. There was no need to go further than this. Tattletale was out of sight of the Undersiders and we were far enough that her friends wouldn't be able to listen in.

She looked at me before frowning. "You get off on lording yourself over others, don't you?" she spoke, only for her eyes to widen and she clasped her hands over her mouth.

I found her comment amusing. "Being a boss is just a side effect of what I want," I replied as I allowed myself to shrink to my human form. Even so, I still stood taller than her.

She looked up and down at me before sighing. "There's not much the Undersiders can offer you, is there?" she asked while looking down.

"Depends on what you offer."

"You don't need or want money," she spat out. "Whatever it is you and your cronies are doing underground, you can afford all of those high quality gear in the span of two months. Money was never an option." She paused before smirking. "How about information?"

"Sarah, I know things that will drive you mad."

That single statement broke her confidence on the spot. It was in the way her body shifted and her face paled. Words may flow from her lips but Tattletale was still someone who's yet to have mastered her own reaction.

"I don't know what you are talking about, and peeking through the Unwritten Rules is-"

"Something you've been doing prior to my unexpected execution of Kaiser."

She shut up then.

Her mouth opened, and her pupils became pinpricks as stress began to mount for her. I could smell it in the air, wafting from her. The fear, the shock, the surprise…

"T-There's nothing for us to offer you," she mumbled.

"If you understand that, then lea-."

"Except …. Me?"

I stopped. "Hmm?"

"T-there's something wrong with you."

I did not like the insinuation. My eyes narrowed and I changed my human hands into clawed Wyrm hands. "Speak your next words wisely, Tattletale."

Her face paled, and she gulped. "You… have urges. It's warped you and you don't even know it." I let her continue because she seemed to go going somewhere with that. "You. You are beastly? No, territorial in any form and beastly only when you are beyond a certain phase in your transformation."

Either she was digging her grave deeper or she was getting somewhere. I only have so much patience.

"You want … mates?"

… Ah, that's where she was going between offering herself and expositioning on what her powers were telling her about me.

"If you…" she gulped. There was a definite tremor to her voice and trembles in her body. "If you take the Undersiders in and promise to protect them, then I'll offer myself to you to do … whatever you want with me," she whispered.

I didn't speak for a moment, looking at her and trying to decide what to say.

Oh, by no means was I not going to accept this. I've been following what the Undersiders have done, because they were minor players in the New England cape scene, and knew that they were more or less fucked at this rate.

Thanks to Bitch provoking Hookwolf who had less inhibition with Kaiser's death, the Fenrir's Chosen were on their tail and tried to kill them at least twice before. The Pure didn't like Grue because Grue was black. The PRT/Protectorate ENE didn't like them on principle because they were parahuman thieves and thus members of society that the federal agency needed to cuff and jail. The ABB was ambivalent, but if there was one aspect that both Lung and I shared, then it was that we did not appreciate thieves and the Undersiders had little value to Lung alive.

Merchants didn't like anyone.

It left just me. Someone who wouldn't kill them, someone who wouldn't mutilate them, and someone who they stole from.

Ironic, wasn't it? The very person that they stole from was the one they came to, seeking asylum.

It felt good to show them that I was merciful and to lord it over them. I knew that it wouldn't work with the mentally stunted half of the team, but it worked just fine on the other two.

"That is a fair trade," I said as I pulled up my hand, stuck a finger out, placed it under her chin, and pulled her face up.

Her glaring and teary eyes looked at me. There was defiance in there, but there was also resigned acceptance that if she failed here, then there was a good chance that she and her team might find themselves dead in a ditch or jailed somewhere.

Tattletale - or Lisa Wilbourne as I knew her to be going around as - cared about her team. More than that, her survival was tied to theirs.

And with the likes of Regent and Bitch on the team, their survival looked dismal.

I let my finger slip off of her chin, and her head dropped back down. I walked back out to the warehouse where the rest of the Undersiders were waiting.

"Tattletale has offered to give me her services in exchange for my extension of protection over your team."

Grue looked a little incensed but his shoulders slumped. "What about our families?"

"Bring them if you must," I replied. "There's plenty of space." I looked to the commander of the warehouse security team. "Induct them as you would induct any Blues." Blue was the code word for parahuman ally. He saluted and I walked back down.

Tattletale was still standing there, but she was now wiping her face with her forearm and hands.

"Go get settled in with your teammates. You can ask my soldiers where my room is at night."

She didn't say anything and rushed passed me.

-VB-

"Someone new will be joining us," I warned Taylor after she came out of the bathroom, smelling nice and clean.

She sat on the edge of the bed in a lingerie I'd never seen before. If this wasn't her attempt at making herself look better, then I didn't know what was.

"... Am I not good enough?" she asked out of nowhere without looking at me.

"It has nothing to do with you," I replied. "Because after I fuck her, I'll be fucking you too."

She blushed but still refused to look at me.

Before she could speak, I crawled over to her on the bed and wrapped my arms around her. "Or if you want, I can fuck you and then fuck her. Give her a show of what I'm going to put in her."

Taylor stuttered. "N-No! That's l-l-lewd!" she shrieked.

"You already let me do lewd things to you, Taylor," I whispered as I drew her off the edge of the bed and onto my lap. I held her in place with one arm around her chest and another around her waist. I nibbled on her neck, and she shuddered, latching onto my arms in a bid to pull them off her. Except she was weak and I was not. After a while, she gave her and moaned as my waist holding hand slid down and caressed the insides of her thighs. I slid my hand from the insides of her knee towards her crotch, and at the last second, just before my fingers brushed against her opening, I pulled back.

She tilted her head back and glared at me, and I just looked down at her as intensely as my eyes could convey.

And when she had her complete focus on glaring at me, I snaked my fingers onto her clit and pinched.

Her eyes widened comically and she whimpered.

"A-Alan-!" she begged with her moans and grinded her womanhood against my hand.

"Shh. Patience, Taylor," I admonished her as I twirled and twisted her clit.

She moaned in my arms, and her arms were over her head and around my neck.

Knock knock.

'Just when this were getting started,' I thought to myself. As if alerted by the knock, Taylor quickly pried herself off of me, and scooted back to her seat at the edge of the bed.

Sighing, I slid off the bed, walked to the door, and opened it.

Standing there casually as one can be was Lisa Wilbourn in a t-shirt and nylon shorts. Her dark blonde hair fell around her face, her glossy lips were set into a neutral pose, and her freckles on the bridge of her nose was lightly dusted by the pink effecting her cheeks. She smelled nice, too.

"You certainly prepared yourself," I said as I gestured for her to enter with a wide sweep of my arm towards the inside of the room while moving to open the door wider.

"You would demand no less," she whispered as she stepped in. She stopped, noticing Taylor. She barked out a laugh. "Couldn't make a girl's first night special, could you?"

My only response was to close the door. And lock it. Her body shuddered at the sound of the lock.

I gently placed my hands on her waist and pulled myself to her, pressing my body through both of our thin clothes. She shuddered as my chest pressed into the top of her back and my throbbing dick pushed against the small of her back. Her back arched as she instinctively tried to move away, but I held her in place.

"You get to choose, Lisa," I said as I leaned to her left ear. "Example or action first?"

She gulped before she stuttered out her answer.

"E-Example!" she squeaked as she jumped away.

"Sure, but you have to watch everything from the other side of the bed," I said as I let her go and walked over to Taylor. I watched as Lisa tittered as I told her to do so, and sat there on the chair I'd prepared.

Taylor looked up at me as I loomed over her before she crawled back to the center of the bed. I got on the bed on all four and crawled on top of her, hovering over her. Taylor breathed lightly and quickly, already aroused by our previous activities.

"This is your first exhibitionism, Taylor," I crooned as I caressed the side of her face with my left hand. "Are you ready?"

Taylor glanced at Lisa nervously before looking back at me. "N-Not really…"

"Too bad," I grinned before I unhooked her lingerie, both of them, and tossed them aside. I leaned down and caught her lips on mine, and she moaned into my mouth as my wet tongue rolled into her mouth, leaving viscous spit everywhere. Her arms went around my neck and back, and I closed my eyes as I focused on her taste and heat.

My tongue snaked around her mouth, leaving nowhere untouched, before I pulled back and broke the kiss. A sticky trail bridged between our lips before pulling apart slowly. I pulled myself back, sitting with my back straight. Taylor remained flat on the bed but she stared down.

I pulled my shirt off and then my shorts, pulling out my shaft.

Taylor stared at it with a full blush, and tilted her head back while closing her eyes, waiting for me to impale her.

So I did. I didn't give Lisa any attention as I lined up my dick to Taylor's pussy with my left hand while my right pushed Taylor's thigh up, and I slid myself into Taylor's wet and hot fold.

I pushed myself in and I felt Taylor's cervix. Taylor's breath hitched and then she moaned as I wiggled my hips in place.

And then I pushed the last bits of my shaft deeper, and Taylor whimpered as she took it all in. Her legs folded up and back arched as she whimpered before falling back down to the bed as her vagina stretched to fit me.

"A-Always t-too much right off the bat," she complained.

I chuckled before pulling out half and then pushing back in slowly.

Taylor's legs wrapped around me and she gripped at the bedsheet.

"O-Oh-!" she moaned before -. "Ahh…!" as I pulled back out.

Her moans and mewls filled the air of the bedroom as I continued to pump her for all she was worth.

Somewhere along the line, I picked up the pace, and I was pounding into her missionary style. Taylor mewled and whimpered as I pistoned in and out of her rapidly, and then finally, I slammed into her and released. Her back arched and then she strained to arch further as she climaxed from my ejaculation.

Finally, her body relaxed explosively, and she dropped to the bed.

I let out a sigh of relief before pulling out of her. Moments later, cum dribbled out of her pussy. Satisfied as I was with leaving Taylor breathless, tonight was the night I took - and impregnated - Lisa.

I turned to look at her, and her breath hitched. Her face was completely red and she had a hand down and underneath her shorts.

"You don't get this kind of gentle treatment," I said to her as I walked off the bed. "Lisa," I dropped another bomb, knowing her current name. "You stole from me and then had the galls to come here. You traded yourself for your team, and I can respect that. But that just means you have to pay for all of the punishment I initially intended for all of you."

I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the chair, and she looked at me in fear. I tossed her onto the bed, and she yelped as she landed. Then I dragged her down until her butt as hanging off the edge and her legs were on the floor. I ripped her shorts and panties off at the same time, revealing her pale ass.

"Wait, wait, y-you can't-!" she begged.

"It's too late to complain," I growled as I grabbed her waist and pushed myself into her already wet fold.

Lisa screamed as her virgin vagina stretched further than they ever stretched before. She shrieked as I pushed all the way in, and she choked as I pushed further. Her body shuddered after taking my entire length in, and I pulled out.

Then I violently slammed back in.

She screamed as I took her from behind like an animal. Her ass grew red with each thrust, and her screams grew hoarse until she was moaning and sobbing on the bed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, and her screams renewed even as she sobbed.

I was close…!

I let go of her hair and turned her around.

"You're going to see me impregnate you, Lisa!" I growled as I pistoned into her, and she sobbed, trying to cover her face, but I didn't give her that luxury. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head, pinning them to the bed.

I picked up the pace at the last second.

She tried to say something before I slammed into her, and she choked out a sob as I cummed. I felt her tight virgin vagina coil around me as my cum painted it hot.

She moaned, her tears trickling down her cheeks, as I groaned above her.

"Now, you're a woman," I said triumphantly over the little thief. "My woman."

"T-This wasn't …! This …!" she whimpered quietly even as more tears fell.

"You bargained somethi-"

Taylor touched my shoulder, and I looked. I raised an eyebrow at her frowning face.

"Please let her off now."

… I hadn't expected this.

But then again.

I stared back down at Lisa's terrified face and resigned whimpers. Unlike Taylor who took her position with dignity, Lisa broke down the moment she took my dick.

Pathetic.

"Fine," I said as I pulled out of Lisa, and she gasped as I left a gaping vagina in her. Her vagina, like Taylor's, began to dribble my excess cum. "But you know that the situation doesn't change, Taylor."

"I know," she said, still frowning. "But … you don't have to be this forceful."

"Then she shouldn't have stolen from me and then expected me to be nice to her in bed," I replied before grabbing Taylor's arm. "I need to let off more steam."

Taylor looked torn between helping Lisa and doing what I asked, and meekly laid down on the bed next to Lisa. She gulped as she spread herself for me.

I leaned down and kissed her before plunging back into her.