Nora Cucks Kate

People often allow themselves to feel guilty for what other people choose to do. If I move through a green light, and somebody else - who I might have spotted, if I were more attentive - speeds through the red and t-bones my car, it certainly isn't worth feeling guilty about. Yet when it's some other situation, we begin to become patronizing, expecting others to yield to our own feelings. At some point, you have to accept that other people are adults, who can take responsibility for their own actions.

After Nora had given me a truly wonderful combination blowjob and shoulder rub in my home (she'd brought two bodies over, this time), and I was leaning back on my couch, her cheek nuzzling at my thigh (her other body still massaging me), I did feel another idiotic pulse of that emotion, and chose to dismiss it with Nora's help. "You know, it is possible that I won't ever stop wanting to be in an open relationship," I told her. "Likely, even."

Trying to massage the words would have been completely counterproductive. In this world, if I saw an attractive college-aged woman, and I gave her a light compliment and asked her to go to bed with me - well, I'd looked it up, and local studies said a full seventy-five percent of them would say yes. And a lot of the ones who said no wanted to instead try getting to know one another first, or apologized for already being in a relationship, or... you get the idea. It was definitely something that would be hard to give up.

She blinked owlishly up at me, stopping her nuzzling for a moment. "I see."

"If you knew for an absolute fact I was never going to be monogamous with you, what would you do?"

She seemed to process it for several long seconds, simply staring at me. Maybe I should have been unnerved, particularly given her other body continued to massage me in the silence, but it was Nora. That was just how she was. "I would accept a reciprocally open relationship, despite the fact that you are obviously in the superior position to sleep with other people, as you are a man and I am a woman, and, further, you are much more charming than me. I would still attempt to increase emotional intimacy between us with romantic events and decisions, in order to ensure that you would not leave me for another woman. In this scenario, we are married," she clarified.

I let out a small, choked laugh at that, not really knowing what else to do. "What if I married someone else?"

"Then I would want you to be happy with them."

"What if me being happy with them involved fucking you on the side?" I clarified.

She frowned at that, a subtle thing as she appeared to consider it. "If you married someone else, I would not be able to spend as much time with you as I would like, unless they lived on the other side of the country or had some type of cuckquean fetish. I do not know what I would do, under those circumstances, as part of the reason I am so attracted to you is that you are very attentive," said the girl who had just got done sucking me off and was still giving me a back massage.

"Cuckquean fetish?" I prompted, curious what her feelings on that were.

"A cuckquean fetish is one wherein a woman is aroused by having her romantic partner stolen away by a superior woman, called a 'vixen.'"

"Yes, thank you, we have done that kind of roleplay, Nora. I was wondering if you would enjoy doing that kind of thing with another woman."

"No. I am heterosexual, and further, do not enjoy the fact that you are sleeping with other women, much less fetishize it."

"I meant as the vixen," I clarified.

"Oh." Nora had mentioned it earlier with Lope, but it had been almost off-handed and possibly mostly a trick to get Lope off my dick so she could suck it instead. She actually shifted a bit where she knelt in front of me. "It is a very sexy thought to force another woman to not have sex with you, as I would like to force the approximately three billion, nine hundred ninety nine million, nine hundred ninety nine thousand, nine hundred ninety nine other women in the world to not have sex with you." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "And, also, I insert as the vixen in pornographic material containing that fetish."

Nora's jealousy, while something she had explicitly stated she was willing to cope with, was obviously unpleasant because of the way it made me sometimes feel guilty. I knew perfectly well by that point that it was unambiguously not my fault, as she was a mature adult making her own decisions on what would make her happiest, and had explicitly stated that this would. Still, anything I could do to tamp down or channel that jealousy would be good. "I know a woman who has a cuckquean fetish."

"Oh. Do you plan to marry her?"

"No, but I was wondering if you would like to have a threesome with her?"

"I would like to have a threesome with you, as I currently have two bodies present," Nora said. Once again I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I mean, would you like to cuck her by playing the role of the vixen? I'd have to ask her to make sure she would be okay with it, but it does seem to be the kind of thing she would be into, in my experience."

"I see. I would like to know why you are making this suggestion."

"I'm hoping that you'll enjoy it, and feel more confident in yourself with respect to other women," I explained. She blinked several times at that, simply staring at me quietly. I resisted the urge to continue speaking - it was a common psychological trick, to just stare in silence when somebody gives you an insufficient answer. If she had further questions, she could state them aloud, and if not, I wasn't going to provide them.

"Oh," she said at last. "That is very thoughtful of you, another way in which you are an ideal lover: that you are thoughtful. Very well. I will go along with this."

"Great. Could you two leave for a bit, so I can talk to her alone?"

"Yes," she said, rising to her feet; both bodies left my apartment, and I slid out my phone to call up Kate.

She picked up on the second ring. "Roger," she said. There was a plaintive note to the word, like she was hopeful that this was a booty call.

"Nora said she would be interested in trying out being the vixen in cuckquean roleplay with you. I didn't say your name, so if you don't want her to know, that's fine, I'll just call her back in and fuck her brains out."

Kate let out a faint whimper, something she was restraining from getting out, before she wetly swallowed and spoke up. "No. I'm, ah, in costume, and only a couple minutes from your place, sir. Should I come over now?"

"Yes," I told her.

"I'll be there soon, sir," she said, and I heard the whistling of wind for a moment before she hung up.

"You can come back in," I called out to Nora, and I heard her try the door, failing to do so.

"I cannot come back in, as I locked the door behind me, and do not have a key," she said, and by the time she was done saying it, I'd already superspeeded up to the door and opened it. Both bodies blinked owlishly as it opened. "Ah. Perhaps, in order to avoid you having to get off the couch, you could give me a copy of your apartment key, so that I could come by at any time, to performing early morning fellatio, make you breakfast in bed, or otherwise provide the many perquisites I am capable of giving you for being my boyfriend."

I resisted the urge to sigh or roll my eyes, instead just giving her a smile. "No. I like having some degree of privacy, when I want it."

"I see," she said, as her two bodies came back inside and I closed and locked the door behind her.

"It's Kate, by the way."

"What is Kate?" Nora asked, both bodies cocking their heads simultaneously, but only one of them actually talking.

"Kate is the one with the cuckquean fetish."

Nora blinked several times. "I had thought that it was Lope."

"Lope specifically complained about possibly being the cuck when you were fighting over my cock."

"Yes. I believed that she was complaining to hide her true feelings, as is common. Are you sure that Kate has a cuckquean fetish, and is not simply pretending to have one so that she can marry you?"

"I'm reasonably sure, yes," I told her. "She's into a lot of things." My cock hardened as I remembered some of them - not that it was exactly having a difficult time, with Nora's chin still a little slick with spit from when she'd been sucking me off. Well, one of her chins, anyway.

"I see. I am also into a lot of things. For example, I have been contemplating a 'date' wherein all the roles, such as usher, waiter, et cetera, are performed by me. Then, you could have sex with them whenever, and however, you like. This would be like one of those 'altered sense of normalcy' mind control stories, which I enjoy, as it is easy to understand all the characters' motivations. Would you like to do this?"

"I... it sounds like it could be interesting, but not now."

"Of course not. I would have to buy appropriate costumes, which would be an unnecessary expense if it turned out that you did not want to do that."

It was then that there was a repetitive, eager knocking on the front door. I opened it up to find Kate standing there, smiling nervously. She was in her full costume, looking incredibly sexy in the tight bodysuit. "Come on in," I said, and she hurriedly stepped inside. "So-"

"You said that it would be Kate coming over, but that is Perihelion," Nora interrupted.

"Kate... is... Perihelion..." I said, slowly, not sure whether or not Nora legitimately did not realize that.

"Yes, however, when she is in costume, she is Perihelion." Probably someone had told her that and she had simply stuck with it without really understanding the exact meaning. I decided not to correct her. "Also, cuckqueaning a superheroine is much sexier than cuckqueaning even a muscular alpha female like Kate. I will have to take a moment to mentally adjust my dirty talk. Alright. Perihelion, I have seduced your husband, who will now be breaking up with you to become my husband instead, as I am a far superior woman. Also you were not around for him, because you were busy with your job, but I can always be there for him. Now leave."

"Nora. Do you understand what a threesome is?" I asked.

"Yes."

"So why are you telling Kate-"

"Perihelion," Nora corrected."

"-Perihelion, to leave?"

"Because if she leaves, then we can have a cuckquean roleplay threesome, where my two bodies seduced you from Perihelion, who had to leave in shame." Kate was blushing by this point, clearly having no idea what to do in this situation.

I sighed. "No, I meant, like how you did the cuckquean roleplay thing with your own body, except Kate-"

"Perihelion."

"Except Perihelion plays the role of cuckquean. Now do you understand?"

Nora stared blankly at me for several seconds, then nodded. "I believe I do." She swiveled her head around on to Kate. "Perihelion. I am going to have sex with your husband, Roger-" Kate's blush, if anything, grew deeper, "-who finds me much superior to you. You may watch, and will clean off his cock of my juices, as it is tiresome to use a towel, and unlike you, I am not a homosexual who gladly licks up other women's juices."

My cock was pretty unbelievably hard in my pants at those words, but I was also suddenly concerned that Nora would wind up stepping all over Kate's lines. I considered for a second trying to set up a safeword, but two things stopped me: firstly, that Kate clearly didn't want to do the whole 'negotiated consent' thing, and secondly, that she was superstrong and could trivially force Nora to stop doing anything she didn't want her to do. I just clapped. "That sounds like a good way to start," I said, as both women turned to look at me instead of each other. "I'll fuck Nora on the bed, and Kate-"

"Perihelion."

"Perihelion, you can come in, and play the role of the shocked wife. Nora will probably say a whole lot of degrading things about you, but I'm sure you don't mind, do you, Sow?"

"No, sir," Kate said, blushing, glancing briefly at Nora - who simply took my hands (both of them) in her own, and took me to the bedroom.

"In this erotic scenario I am still Nora Kleiner, AKA Fork, so you will be having a sexy threesome with 'twins'," Nora declared, as she started to strip. Kate waited outside the room for the moment, and I took off my clothes too, earning a sexy, appraising look from Nora. "What sexual position would you like to have sex in? For threesomes, my favorite is the 'double ride,' but you may make your own suggestion, as variety is also enjoyable."

The only real problem I had with the double ride was that it was a position I couldn't say much in - and I was less than certain Nora actually knew how to dirty talk so as not to bother Kate. Kate seemed pretty damn kinky, but if she started to be bothered by something, there was zero chance that Nora would figure that out by anything less than having it told to her. "Not this time. How about..." I considered it for a few seconds. "I fuck one body, while the other one licks and rubs and kisses me all over," I suggested.

"I see. In that case, I would like to have sex with the man on top, as you have much greater physical endurance than me," Nora replied, one body flopping onto its back on the bed without any hesitation whatsoever.

I let out a small laugh at that, then got in between her legs, my hard cock brushing against her slick sex as I slid it backward and forward in a teasing movement. The eyes of the body beneath me wandered my whole body, sliding from my hard cock up to my bare chest, the faintest hint of pink emerging on her cheeks as she got aroused to the sight. The other body got up behind me, idly wrapping her arms around me, her full breasts pressing up against my back. It then began to nibble and lick at my neck, loving, attentive movements, while the body beneath me started talking.

"Please, have sex with me, Roger, as I am a much more attractive and beautiful lover than your wife, is that not correct?"

"It is," I said, slipping inside her a moment later, groaning in enjoyment.

"Wait," she said, as I started to enter her, and I paused halfway inside. "No, continue having sex with me." I resumed my movements, just enjoying the tight feeling of her pussy. "I am confused. You have previously told me that I should not say bad things about other women who you are with. However, I will now be saying bad things about Perihelion, who you are with."

"It's okay with her, since she's into it," I explained, my hands going to her hips and increasing my pace inside her as the body behind me began to simply grind against my back, her clit rubbing against my spine as her nipples scraped along bare skin. "To be clear, though, be polite to her when we're not doing threesome sex or other things like that," I said, worried that she would go around work calling Kate sow or something if I didn't tell her.

"I understand. This is purely erotic roleplay, and should remain in the bedroom," she said. I smiled at that, and slid my thumb around to the body beneath me's clit - then started to use the same technique I'd used on Mira, to accelerate the pressure I could apply to her clit. Her eyes crossed at the sensation, a lewd gasp escaping her throat as her face turned pink. It was a subdued response, almost like a hiccup, but damn if it wasn't sexy, seeing her like that.

Kate entered the bedroom then, still in her costume. "D-darling, err, sir, ah! You're having sex with another woman, even though you're my husband! Nora, how could you?" If it were possible, Kate was a worse actor than Nora. At least Nora, when she deadpan explained exactly what she was feeling, was speaking pretty much the same way as normal. Kate's insane awkwardness was obvious. I really hoped she wasn't going to lean on it too much.

"I could easily do so, as you are an inferior lover with a loose pussy, that your husband no longer needs." I grunted as I accelerated my pace inside her, playing with her clit with intensity, making her undulate faintly underneath me, her body twitching a bit in response to each pump of my hips.

"I'll get to you when I'm done with her," I said. "If I still have the energy."

The body behind me nibbled on my ear. "I will do my best to ensure that you do not," she said, and my cock throbbed inside of Nora, as I pumped my hips backwards and forwards ever faster. "He finds it erotic to know that he will not be having sex with you tonight, Perihelion."

"I'll get to you, Sow," I said, and Kate's cheeks glowed at that. "Just start masturbating. Take off your clothes. Whatever. I'll get to you when I'm done satisfying Nora," I explained, as my pace in Nora's pussy got ever faster, her sex tight around my cock as I pumped away. My hands gripped her hips as I thrust into her, and the Nora behind me shifted, coming around to my front, kissing me right on the lips, hungrily slithering her tongue into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kate peel her costume off in a rush, floating up off the ground to let her more quickly toss aside her boots, flipping around to use gravity to take off the top. It was a quite incredible sight, seeing the beautiful, large-breasted woman swivel in the air, her breasts bouncing and jiggling deliciously no matter what angle her body was shifted over into, until she was completely naked. "Now she is Kate, as she is not in costume," Nora explained - the one I was fucking, not the one that was kissing me, which was still going at it hungrily. "Is it okay to call her Sow?" Kate flushed scarlet and I nodded mildly into the one kissing me.

"Sow, I am much better than you. My pussy is tighter." She was squeezing intermittently on my cock as she spoke, but more like she was getting aroused from saying that kind of thing, than that she was intentionally trying to squeeze me with her pussy. Either way, it felt great, the way her pussy intermittently tightened around my cock. "I am more attractive physically, which is why Roger is having sex with me."

I popped off the kiss, then, groping the one in front of me's ass for a moment even as I kept fucking. "That's right, Sow," I said. "Nora's way hotter than you. That is why I'm fucking her. Even she can understand that with ease, because it's so obvious. Everybody on the planet is hotter and sexier than you. I'd make you stand there masturbating no matter who else I was fucking. Nora. Xico. Mira. Tsuru. Priscilla. Esther. Lope. I just feel bad for you, you pathetic sow, that's the only reason I have sex with you."

Kate came at that point, moaning as her hips bucked at the air, her fingers still desperately playing with herself. The body in front of me had been kissing at my neck, but now was just watching with what appeared to be awe as Kate came. Then Nora started to speak. "Even though you are just masturbating, while I am getting fucked, and the man in question is playing with my clit, you have orgasmed first. That is because you are a quickshot and failure as a lover," she explained further.

I groaned at that, getting more insistent with both of Nora's bodies, fingering the one and pounding the other, making her let out various lewd noises, her cheeks growing hotter as I frantically slammed inside her. She made out with me, caressed me, licked my neck, my collar bone, my chest, my pec, suckled on my nipples and kissed my belly button, and eventually repeated a similar process on my back, finally ending with her starting to rim me once more. The body I was fucking came no less than three times, before I finally lost control and ejaculated inside her tight, muscular pussy, and I took a long few seconds to breathe - before the other body promptly pushed me down and clambered atop me.

"This is one of the many reasons I am a superior lover to you, Sow," the one atop me declared, as her other body started to kiss me, her fingers trailing up and down my bare chest, occasionally squeezing and groping as her tongue reached deep into my mouth. "I can be both on 'top' and on 'bottom' for my lover. Tell me that you are thankful that I, a superior woman, can make Roger happy."

"Yesh," Kate slurred out, twitching as she kept on masturbating. I wasn't keeping track of how many times she'd come, but it was certainly more than Nora. "Thank you, Nuh, Nora," she sputtered out, before coming again, moaning. She probably would have collapsed to her knees, if it weren't for her flight power - instead, she floated there, legs wobbling in place as she frantically masturbated, the tremors of pleasure making her breasts jiggle deliciously.

For a while longer, we maintained that position, Nora bouncing on my cock, squeezing down, and letting my hands wander both of her bodies and fondle her freely. I played with her breast, thumbed her nipple, groping her ass, ran along her abs, teased her clit - it didn't matter, every part of her was freely offered, and she just smiled and declared how "My breasts are more appealing to Roger than yours, Sow, which is why he is groping them instead of yours," or "My clit is not hypersensitive and does not make me come constantly, unlike you, who has a hypersensitive clit that make it impossible to satisfy a man."

Eventually, though, I came inside of Nora's other body, making her sigh in satisfaction, the other body breaking off the kiss. "I wish that I did not have an IUD in all of my bodies, as I could then become pregnant with your child, assuming that you would consent to impregnate me."

"I would not."

"I see. However, it would be sexy for you to become the father of my child," she continued. "Therefore, since we are in an erotic roleplay scenario, let us pretend that I have become pregnant with your baby, while your wife is barren, forcing you to go to another woman - me - to satisfy your base male need to have children."

"Sure," I said, my fingers sliding along Nora's thighs. She started to bounce atop me again.

"Get me pregnant," she said, in a surprisingly stern voice as she moved. "Get me pregnant, while your wife, with her empty womb and loose pussy, fails to satisfy you. You had to go to me, to have a child, since your wife failed to do so for you. It is so pathetic, correct, Roger?" For emphasis, she squeezed her pussy around my cock.

"Yes," I said, grunting as she tightened still further, seeming to really be desperate to squeeze my cock.

"You want to be a baby daddy, don't you?" She asked, her voice a little hot as she started to ride me with ever-increasing intensity, bouncing in place. "Say it. Say you want to be a baby daddy with me, your mistress, instead of a father with your wife."

"I want to be a baby daddy with you, my-" she cut me off by kissing me fiercely on the lips, her other body bouncing more and more intensely atop me.

"Sow, I am going to take your husband away from you. You are not permitted to have sex with him any longer. You may only perform fellatio on him, in order to clean his cock, so that I can perform fellatio on him, in order to please him," she explained to Kate, who was still squirming and panting as she played with herself. "I will not clean his cock with my own mouth as I am not a homosexual who licks up other women's juices, unlike you."

I groaned as she squeezed tighter on my dick, her pace atop me getting faster, more insistent, her own orgasm clearly approaching. The other body simply continued to try to locate the back of my mouth with its tongue, hungrily slurping up spit as she made out with me, fingers brushing across my body. My own hands went to Nora's butt, squeezing the muscular tight ass of hers, helping her along with her pace, perhaps cheating a bit with my superspeed - and she promptly came again. Her tight sex squeezing down on my cock made me grunt and jerk, bucking my hips as I came inside her.

When I finished that orgasm, though, I knew that I had to actually pay proper attention to Kate. So, I pushed Nora off of the kiss, and hefted her up out of my lap, making her kneel on the bed in momentary confusion. "Why are you stopping me from having sex with you?"

"Because Kate needs to clean my cock," I replied, hoping that would suffice as an explanation for Nora. She simply stared owlishly at me, while Kate nervously approached the bed, looking at Nora, then me.

"Sir? Do you want me to clean your cock now?" She asked, swallowing.

"Yes," I said, and Kate quickly moved into position, floating onto the bed nervously, then wrapping her lips around my cockhead. I just grabbed the back of her head and slammed her down, choking her on my dick. She sputtered in surprise for just a moment, but then went slack and lax beneath my hand, as I held that gorgeous naked body of hers down in my groin. Her large breasts hung down beautifully as she started to lick around the underside of my cock, my length lodged deep in her throat. "That's a good sow," I breathed out, patting her head in the most patronizing way I could - then glancing over to Nora to see her reaction.

She was quiet, simply staring at Kate; her bodies were a bit slick with sweat, her cheeks a little flush, but that was from the earlier sex, not seeing Kate like that. It was impossible to read her. I decided to withdraw my hand from the back of Kate's head, then spoke. "She's doing a pretty good job cleaning my cock of your juices, like you said she should," I prompted.

"I see. That is good to hear." Kate hummed around my cock, and Nora quietly stared at the scene in front of her. Even with her muted expressions, she was obviously trying to wrap her head around what to do in this situation. Eventually, one of her bodies stood up on the bed and planted its foot firmly on the back of Kate's head. "Roger likes me much better than you. We go on fun dates, and have lots of kinky, mutually enjoyable sex, while you are forced to choke on his cock like this. Do you agree?" Kate nodded around my dick, and Nora blinked, perhaps the trace of enjoyment in her features. "You agree that you are much less attractive than me?" Kate nodded again, and I could see by the way she trembled that Kate was playing with herself. "You agree that you are much less intelligent than me?" Another nod. "You agree that you are only fit to clean Roger's cock?"

A faint mewl around my dick, Kate looking up at me with a plaintive note to her gaze, and I just shrugged. "I told you that we were going to be doing cuckquean stuff. Nora's enjoying herself. If you have a problem with it, Sow, you can just leave." Kate shook her head at that point, rededicating herself to slurping noisily on my cock, her lips suckling at my base, her tongue flashing and rolling around on the underside of my cock. Nora stared silently again, seeming to process what she was doing - though she kept her foot firmly in position.

Kate didn't seem to need to breathe, gauging by how long she'd been down there, which was good, because boy was she being held down there for a while. Eventually, Nora started talking again. "Let's kiss, Roger," she said, one body leaning down to start making out with me, while the other remained in position, standing confidently atop Kate. "I am in charge here," she declared, perhaps to herself, perhaps to Kate - either way, Kate nodded a bit, almost knocking Nora off her precarious perch at the surprise motion. "I am the one who gets to have sex with Roger, while you are the 'booty call' subject to verbal degradation. This is because you are inferior to me, and Roger likes me more." That wasn't true, and I considered shifting a bit to see if Kate was really okay with that, but she chose that moment to moan around my cock as she started to orgasm.

Nora wiggled a bit to keep her balance. "You have orgasmed while sucking cock. How pathetic. This is what women do for gay men who are still in the closet. Masturbate themselves while sucking the man's cock, as the man is too disgusted by their pussy to have sex with them. Your pussy is so disgusting that it might turn Roger gay if he had to put his cock inside it," she continued, clearly just making it up as she went along, but it was apparently working for Kate, who mewled pitifully, eyes rolling up. "The only upside you have over me is that you can apparently choke on cock forever, whereas my body would die if I choked on cock forever. Otherwise, you are inferior in every way, correct, Roger?"

I nodded and groaned into the mouth that was kissing me, as I finally achieved orgasm at that point, my hips bucking up into Kate's throat all the while. She slobbered and jerked a bit, her eyelashes fluttering, and when I was finished, Nora just stayed standing on Kate's head. I pushed her off the kiss so I could talk.

"Alright, I hope you enjoyed that, Sow," I said. "Because that's all you're getting. Get dressed and leave." Kate blinked a few times as Nora rapidly shifted her weight to let the other woman go, the thing she had clearly been wanting to happen for quite a while. I did want to say something that would reassure her she hadn't done anything wrong, and I wasn't actually going to just focus on Nora forever... "You did a good job as a fluffer for my time with Nora, Sow. Now she can suck my cock, which is completely clean of everything except your spit."

"I do not wish to lick up her spit," Nora said, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"That's all I needed you for. I'll call you again when I need a pathetically horny sow who is entirely ruled by her cunt and submits to any treatment if it means she gets my cock."

Kate's cheeks burned, but she grabbed her costume with rather less trepidation now. "Thank you, sir," she said, with a brisk nod, before leaving.

Once she was gone, Nora's two bodies clambered to lie next to me, as if I'd seduced and bed a pair of twins who loved and adored me. "I believe I can see some erotic pleasure in mistreating another woman. If you enter an otherwise exclusive relationship with me, I will permit you to humiliate other women in this and similar ways, as kinky sex fun. Now will you enter an exclusive relationship with me and stop having sex with women in other ways?"

I patted her head dotingly, and there was just the trace of a smile on her lips. "No."

She pouted at that, her lower lip jutting out for a moment before she gathered herself. "Very well. I will attempt to come up with more reasons why you should become exclusive or semi-exclusive in the previously described fashion."

"You do that. All your ideas have been pretty sexy so far." She smiled very lightly at that, and snuggled up.

"I will send you an email with a list when I am done with it," she told me, and I just yawned, stretched for a moment, and got ready to fall asleep with the pair.

* * *

Fals Serjane was still off balance, even as she heard the whistling of Perihelion's departure. She had been coming down the hall when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, Perihelion had landed on the apartment complex's balcony. She'd dashed around the corner to avoid being spotted. She had been returning from acquiring some of the (fascinating) local "fast food," rather than in her apartment, something she had been thankful for as Perihelion approached her apartment door.

Instead of entering her apartment, however, Perihelion had knocked on the door to Roger's. Ah. She had recognized Fork as his apparent lover, but he had mentioned his non-exclusive relationship. Clearly, he also had a romance with Perihelion. Her mind was warded against incursions by the venerable magics reserved to the royal line, so she was not too concerned about his telepathic coworkers, but there were many heroines who worked at Star Heroic, where she knew Roger to be employed.

Still, her heart had not quite calmed down yet. She didn't have her armor with her, leaving her vulnerable, for the obvious reason that she was attempting to seduce Roger. He had been amenable so far, allowing her to take all sorts of liberties and submitting to any manner of treatment - but now, suddenly, she was worried that the reason for that was that he was being victimized by the women of Star Heroic. If he had become accustomed to such things to the point he saw them as normal, then perhaps...?

No. She had seen his strength and courage in their brief battle. There was no way he would submit to that sort of degradation, of becoming the 'workplace bicycle' (in the local parlance) because of blackmail or threats. If he truly did, then he was of no interest to her at all.

She emerged from her apartment and knocked on the door. To her shock, rather than Roger opening it, it was Fork herself. "Hello," Fork said, in that cool voice of hers, sounding like a golem rather than a human. She was scarcely dressed, only in a shirt and underwear, clearly not having bothered to find a stay, brassier, corset, or whatever the mortals were using this decade.

"I'm sorry. I'll come back later," Fals said, giving Fork one last look before returning to her apartment.

She wondered if he was far more debauched than she had given him credit for, before she had met him? In a sense, that was a thrill too - the handsome, dashing hero, who hides a lascivious secret, while not quite as common as the one who was made to become an eager slut, was still quite common.

It was common for a reason: it was extremely sexy.