Part 3: Lucy and Rebecca (Cyberpunk: Edgerunners)

The doorbell rang as David rushed over, he hadn't expected the sound to come for another quarter hour or so. Shuffling to the front door, he opened it to reveal a familiar green haired girl on the other end. David leaned forward, planting a kiss on his visitor's lip as he led her inside with a pull of her slender arm.

"Awfully early for you to arrive, eh choom?" He inquired, flipping his guest back onto her feet. "We're still cooking dinner, so if you could use those massive hands of yours to help, it would be more than welcome." Pointing to Rebecca's red and blue arms, both of them crossed one another at the mention, the tiny murder machine shooting him a smirk.

"I don't know, Davey." She slung a hand over his shoulder, the man's massive frame tilting downward ever so slightly. "Lucy might kick me out for disturbing her, or worse…" Pausing, the air became thick as the opposing sound of footsteps echoed from across the hall, a certain ivory-haired woman coming into view and locking eyes with the pair. "She could do that. Wouldn't want an angry Lucy now, would we?"

Whispering the end of her sentence, the wind carried the words over to the arriving netrunner- clearing her throat in obvious sign that she did in fact hear, before shaking her head back and forth. "David," Her voice cut through the air like butter, a set of eyes drifting downward to see a knife betwixt her fingertips. "Mind if I borrowed Rebecca for a sec?" David looked hesitant, a bead of sweat trailing down his face as his sight shifted between the two.

Silence reigned over all of them, Lucy's features softening as her lips arched, each passing instant enhancing her beauty against the backdrop of Night City's skyline. Neon light glittered his vision, as David's eyes shifted downward, watching the fleeting figure of the shorter woman. He feared for this moment.

Sure, he knew the two of them had interacted before this, but after that, it seemed as though the two of them had grown miles apart, not even sparing a single word to the other.

"Alright, alright." His nerves cooled, unwinding as a breath passed between his lips. "In the meantime, I'll start searing the filet mignon, that's if you haven't already done it yourself."

"Make sure not to burn yourself now, would be a real shame if we had to baby you for the night." A twitch rang through his body, a smile tugging at his cheeks as he waved the two off.

Cutting a small knob of butter, the sizzles of the pan intensified as the lob of synthetic fat touched its surface. Seconds passed as David hovered a hand over the oil, the temperature increasing by the second, a pair of tongs clutching at the steak.

Gradually, he lowered the piece of meat, the pan loudly roaring, as a stream of juice streamed out. For but a moment, he could delude himself in nostalgia, memories of what happened flashing before his eyes as blurry visages passed his vision. Warmth filled the man's heart, fondly remembering the fleeting days he spent with his mother.

"At this rate, it's gonna be burnt to charcoal, are you sure you know what you're doing?" It was akin to a brain dance, a phantom caress teasing at his skin, as oil tickled his fingers. "With such an expensive slice as well… I might not be able to forgive you afterwards." Red hair entered his view, along with a baggy jacket and a tired woman. For a moment, he could delude himself in a small little fantasy.

"Yeah, and what do you know about cooking? Last I checked you've only been eating instant noodles for the past month." He shook his head, brows furrowing. "Besides, we should at least treat ourselves every once in a while, right? After all that back breaking work you do, it'd be a lie to say you didn't deserve it."

"Pshh, I don't know, the money could have been better spent elsewhere." His mother deflected, eyes veering to the ground, just barely titling to look at her son. "Perhaps you could've bought those upgrades you needed with that kind of money, or at least, save up to it."

"Still strapped for cash even after all that overtime you've been doing?"

A strained smile pulled at the corners of her lips, uneasily arching, apologetic, it seemed. "Sorry, choom." Was all she could say as the steak flipped, a weight pressing against David's back. "I'll try to make it up to you, alright? Just a little bit more and I can get a massive pay out, trust me." Salt and pepper rained onto the meat, her words entering one ear and exiting out the other.

"Whatever you say mom." He listlessly said, a sigh breaking out from his lungs. "Take it easy once all of this is over, okay? Don't want you dying on the couch before I finish school." At the utterance of his words, Gloria blew raspberries his way, appearing more like a child than an adult despite the two's difference in age.

"No promises. Besides, with the education I'm giving you, it should be more than enough to land you a good job. Only then can I truly rest."

"You really are sure about that, huh?"

"Of course, Arasaka Tower, all the way to the top! Show all of those big wig execs what the Martinez family can do!"

"… If you say so."

Taking it off the heat, David stared at a plate for what felt like hours, blankly shifting to a cup of rosemary and butter, having forgotten to put them in. "Oh." The word trailed along his lips, putting the meat back onto the rippling pan as he poured the contents of the second container. It felt too real for a brain dance, however, no one could go back in time, no matter how badly they wanted to. Hollow like an old and dead tree, he continued through the motions of cooking two more steaks, putting them on their respective plates and ladling on a scoop of gravy over the mashed potatoes.

Turning around, he was greeted by the cheerful face of the little gremlin, her green eyes observing every one of his movements keenly. "Looking damn good, choom. How much did those things cost anyway? Don't seem like the usual kibble to me."

"Only the highest quality meat you can get on the public market. Sure, it might not compare with the organic stuff, but it's better than what most people can buy." He said, passing through the counter as he placed the plates on the dining table. "All for the total price of twenty grand, give or take. Quite a lot for a simple meal, isn't it?"

"And the both of you arranged this for little old me? Wow, really making me feel like royalty here." She found it hard to find the words within herself, and could only sputter around for the next few seconds, snapping out of it as she shook her head. "All I can say now is thank you, I suppose."

"You don't have to." Spoke Lucy, who leaned against the frame of a nearby door, sweat trailing down her brow as her breath was significantly haggard. "Weren't it not for your help, the gonk wouldn't have gotten it in the first place. Though, I suppose those jobs were more of a group effort than an individual one."

A look of acknowledgement passed through the girl's eyes as they all stared at the food that was laid in front of them. A tray of garlic-parmesan bread knots stacked high, as three bottles of high-class wine stood just next to it. Grumbles bellowed from the clearly hungry short stack, drool pooling at the corners of her lips as she stared at the food for the night.

"Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" David proudly announced, lighting two candles with a flick of his lighter. "We can discuss the details of tonight over dinner, if you don't mind, of course. Pretty hard to think with a full stomach, after all."

The chairs around the table dragged against the tiled floor, gliding as everyone sat down, Rebecca's shoulders shrugging. "Hard to think? Gray matter might as well be fried to shit after all of this' over. The scent alone is intoxicating, wine isn't helping either. I can't quite tell if you're trying to put me into a coma or into your bed."

"Why not both?" Across her, the ivory-haired girl's voice rang loud and clear, eliciting a raised eyebrow from the former, a tinge of confusion evident on her face. "As they say, the quickest way to a woman's heart is through her stomach. Hard to say if it's anatomically correct, but I can certainly attest to it."

The subtle compliment didn't fly past David's head, an almost smug grin etching itself onto his face, the definition of his eyes sharply rising. "Hey, it isn't all that." He tried to dismiss despite his current expression. "It may be good, but it isn't that good. Pretty sure the vendor down the street could cook better than me."

"Yeah, and by your logic, anything we try to make is practically considered dirt!" the diminutive woman retorted, pointing fingers at him whilst her other hand fished a bread knot. "Face it, you've got a talent for this stuff."

Try as he might, David couldn't deflect the statement without sounding more like an ass. Though, as his mouth moved, chewing on what was supposed to be luxury meat with a silent chuckle. However, he couldn't help but grimace internally. Had he messed up? Used the wrong amount of pepper?

With each bite he took, he could only stare with bewilderment. It was as though his tongue had licked the sea, not a single hint of any other flavor piercing through the veritable wall of salt. Salty to the point where the piece of meat was bland in comparison. Such a waste.

Still, even if it didn't taste good to him, seeing the other's reactions was enough for him to be content. Truly, there was a price to pay for higher quality ingredients. Had he still been with his mother, he doubted they could've afforded it with the meager salary of an EMT. Not that he could ever fault his own mother, she did what she had to for the betterment of his future.

Slipping another bite of food into his mouth and sipping on a mouthful of wine, the burly man stared at the skyline view ahead of him, basking in the city's nightlife for a moment longer. They had made it, and yet, he was still so struck up about something. A nagging feeling that kept on telling him it wasn't enough, to go even further beyond and to become that legend.

Perhaps it was due to Maine's last words, the fleeting memory of a dying dream. Or maybe it was the words his mother kept repeating to him. His eyes drifted off to a distant skyscraper in the background, one that towered over those in the foreground. All the way to the top, he reached it in his own way.

"So, if it wasn't for dinner, why did you call me?" The clattering of utensils came to a halt, David snapping out of his stupor as he coughed into his hand. "The food's great and all, I can't say it enough, but I know there's just something underneath the surface I don't know about, so what is it?" The netrunner sent him a nod as he cleared his throat.

"Well, it was Lucy's idea. She thought it would help clear the tension if she were to..." He paused, swallowing down the hard lump that had stuck to his throat. "Watch." The shorter girl's eyes shot open, widening to the size of dinner plates. Disbelief wafted over her vision as she shifted from the two in her sight.

"You wouldn't mean-. No- no-, you can't be serious, right?" The shorter girl choked on her words, finding it hard to believe what she was hearing.

"But isn't that what this whole charade is built under?" Without missing a beat, it was as though Lucy had taken the offensive, leaning her weight onto the table, fingers interlocking with one another, adopting a thinking pose. "Technically, it's infidelity, but without the lying. No pain, no heartbreak. So, to hold full transparency, I decided to set this up. It's best not to keep actions behind closed doors, right 'Becca?"

The phantom pangs of a gentle, cold, nonexistent breeze passed, the rhythm of his heart beating loud and clear in his ears. Fingers crossed, as the air grew dense, pressure building in his lungs. The pair of women stared at each other, an almost visible friction between them. Clutching his fist, David awaited a response with bated breath, not wanting either woman to stir the already brimming pot.

Despite having been in on the plan since the beginning, it still didn't make it any less tense. He had seen first hand what happened when the girl was pushed to her limit, and did not want part in a repeat of the scenario. However, all of it was dispelled not an instant later.

Blowing a sigh, Rebecca relaxed into the chair's backrest, stretching out her barely clothed body. "Alright, I don't mind. If this is what you want, then so be it. Who am I to deny you?" Her massive hands fidgeted, snapping finger guns at the deckhead. "Though, wouldn't it be more fun if you joined in? Be more personal with the process. Maybe we could even turn it into a competition. What do you say, choom?"

A challenge, and one the white-haired lady wouldn't stray away from, meeting the former's gaze head on. "Then we have come to an agreement. And David?"

"…Yes?" He hesitantly asked, beads of sweat trailing down his back. Perchance, this wasn't the best of decisions. Then again, what man wouldn't want to be drained bone dry?

"Stay in the bedroom for a sec, could you? Give the two of us some time to prepare." At this point, he didn't mind that all of the food was left half-eaten, as his real meal would come later in the night, embers of excitement flickering within him.

Without so much as another word, David mechanically walked into the up-stairs bedroom and into the baths, staring at his visage on the mirror. By the second, his confidence waned, the prospect of the ordeal weighing on his mind. He was going to do this, he had to do this… Or maybe he could talk his way out.

Splashing water on his face, he looked at the mirror once more, eyes closing as he took in a breath. He was going to get nowhere with that attitude, nothing but hollow promises. Psyching himself up for the last time, David collapsed onto the bed, his arms and back spread out wide as he stared at the ceiling, the sheets beneath him damp with moisture.

Minutes passed as an old grandfather clock swung in his head, swaying from side to side as a tick resounded with each cycle. One after another, he awaited their arrival, slipping out of his jacket, throwing it to some corner of the room as his head tilted to the side, once more staring at the bright city.

This was it, the supposed preem height of his life he never thought possible. He could still remember the days where he was still worrying about homework like it was yesterday. Though, it had barely been a year since then so it made sense. Fleeting memories of the past, one that seemed so distant to him now. He, the one so caught up in the edgerunner business, as opposed to the him working his way up as a corpo suit.

Perhaps in another world, things could have been different. Had things gone as they did back then, maybe, just maybe, his mother would still be alive to see him grow. The edges of his lips pulled at the thought, returning back to his previous position, his eyes just catching the door opening in time.

Nah, it was never for him in the first place.

Shimmers of light pierced through the darkness of the room, casting itself onto David, as the pair quietly entered, far too bright to see. Whispers passed between the two, hushed under the cover of the lit background. Rebecca and Lucy had returned, and in different outfits than what they were wearing previously, or more aptly, barely anything at all.

Stripped down, the two women wore…. Clothes that weren't as revealing as what they usually wore, but were certainly more provocative. The former was adorned in a bunny girl outfit, while the white-haired woman was wearing a slutty magician's costume. "Well, would you look at that, must be quite lucky to have my own private show. So, will you pull a rabbit out of your magic hat?"

A giggle leapt from the netrunner's lips, a string releasing from her wrists, as my limbs stretched.

"Even better, choom…" Rebecca's words bounced from one corner of his brain to the other, repeating in a cacophony of noise. "We'll be playing a trick on you~." She leaned in close, the gentle caress of her voice lifting him up into the air, perhaps too literally, as a cord dragged him further up the bed.

In an instant, David's arms and legs were left suspended, restrained from all sides. From the depths of his core, a chuckle bubbled out, growing rougher as the pair slowly approached him, inch by grating inch. It was like a horror game, except, it felt too real. A hand slowly grazed his, while another undid his belt, freeing the goliath from its restraints, flopping freely in the air.

Craning his neck up from his position, nervousness brimmed in his breaths, a cold chill running along his spine as a pair of lips pecked at the tip of his member, his pants sliding off his feet. This wasn't at all what he expected, but at the same time, he could only blame himself for not setting any in the first place. Sucking in a breath, he suppressed the urge to grunt as his body writhed, tossing and turning with all its might, only for it to be unable to do anything in return.

"Guess I misjudged the situation, didn't I?" He croaked in between grunts, a strained expression etching itself onto his face. "A rabbit stuck in its cage.. -Ehrm- Don't you both think it would be more fi-i-ting if Rebecca and I switched?" Gritting his teeth, weakness filled the lower half of his body as his but fell onto the bed, legs quaking.

"A ploy?" Lucy questioned, raising an eyebrow as an amused smirk touched her lips. "And miss out on all of the fun?" The string around his limbs tightened without a second thought, the ivory-skinned woman's tongue tracing along the sides of his shaft.

"How else are we to beat this monster if not to restrain it. Naturally, there are other ways of dealing with a problem, however, the simplest answer will always be the best."

It didn't take long for him to finally comprehend the situation he was in. Complete and utterly fucked with his hands tied behind his back, and approaching a slow rise, a symphony whispering into his ears- rumbling bellowed over the horizon as his pecker twitched, a mouth capping at the tip.

Pumping his cock into her throat, the short stack took his full length without so much as a croak, his length slick with saliva slid in easily enough. David's head immediately reeled back, hips thrusting into the air as his cheeks clenched, his breath escaping like mist.

His lips parted open but not a single word uttered out as the nimble tongue slid down to the base of his length: in cause of the action, his eyes shooting wide open as tingles of intense pleasure ran down. Like a tsunami over the horizon, he was absolutely decimated, tossed over its endless height as he released the valve blocking his climax, exploding all at once.

It took considerably less than what he could usually do, and it had perplexed him. Perhaps it was because he was in such a vulnerable position. A secret masochistic side he never revealed? No, it was the anticipation, the excitement. He wasn't able to take it for long, that was for sure. Cursing his luck, David tiredly peeked from his lowered position, his chest heaving in exhaustion.

The string around his limbs loosed, body falling back onto the bed as his muscles eased, the sheets now drenched in his sweat. Suddenly, a smirk overcame him despite all of this. Rebecca's mouth was absolutely brimming with his spunk, just barely able to contain it. In that instance, she looked more like a chipmunk than anything, a fact that entertained him somewhat.

Only for an orchestral band to play in the back of his mind, the soft hum of a violin making its presence known. Concern ladened his expression above all else, his mouth agape and his sleeping member rising once more, the damp breath of the other woman caressing the side of his tool.

For a moment, he had forgotten about Lucy. The trap they had laid distracted him so much that she had escaped his mind. Though, once she started, things didn't get much better. Under her ministrations, it was obvious to David she wouldn't get him to cum as quickly as possible, a slight mercy the short stack had unknowingly given him.

His pecker was still semi-flaccid, stuck in between the limbo of the two extremes, teetering over the edges of both. Gradually, like the gentle rocking of a bathtub's waves, she slowly built it up with an assault of licks and kisses, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft before swiveling her tongue along the mushroom-like head. A familiar, yet oh so terrifying pressure building up once more.

"Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing!? No, no, no." He frantically demanded, shaking his head back and forth. "Can't we relax for a minute. You really expect me to last the entire night like thii-iis!"

David was given naught a second of rest as his words fell on deaf ears. Still exhausted from the last bout, Lucy took this to her advantage, swallowing it up whole as his now free hands clutched at her hair, grabbing it by the handful. His eyes turned glossy as his hips forcefully pushed further into Lucy's throat. Desperation brimmed from his action as the wire once again strung him up in the air, clipping both his hands back.

David grunted, moaned, and scream. The brief control he had was stripped from him, and he could barely do anything to take it back. "Agggrh! Fuck- fuck- fuck, fuck!" He repeatedly cursed, the energy in the lower half of his body sapping away through his cock. Rapid, uneven, the mere task of breathing became laborious.

Tiredness streamed from his eyes as the seconds passed. His will to hold it in waning as the muscles of her throat clamped down like a vice grip. To add insult to injury, a hand gripped at his jewels, fear like no other surfacing on David's face.

Panic struck at his heart like a bullet rocketing towards his head. On reflex, he activated his sandy, only to realize it made things millions of times worse. The cold feeling of his lover's fingers sent shivers down his spine as the damp and humid air felt like needles against his skin.

Mistakes were naturally made along the way, but he didn't want to figure that out here damn it. His hands repeatedly clenched, hyperventilating to the extreme. The beat of his heart pounded in David's ears as his eyes incessantly twitched.

"Hmhmhm!" Rebecca quietly giggled with a hand over her mouth, observing the changing expressions on his face. "You go, Lucy, keep on trucking! Davey over here already looks like he's hanging by a thread. Wonder, how much longer will this poor sod go on like this?"

Her laughter only became louder as a revelation struck her like lightning. After spending so much time with the man, she inevitably picked up on a fair share of his traits. Right out of the corner of her eye, she happened to notice the hasty shifts in the locations of his brows and mouth, sporadic in their movements.

A sly grin spread across her face, as the restrained man could only assume the worst. Then a glimmer of hope reared its head, as Lucy released her tight grip around his member, allotting for a brief reprieve. For a moment, everything was at peace. His breathing attempted to return to normal, as his limbs pulled at the string, the grip around his arms loosening by the second.

However, all good things had to come to an end as his eyes fluttered to awakeness. No, it couldn't have been, right? He tried, and yet he failed to get out, his writs stuck at the tightest corner of his restraints. David could solely stare up in horror as the tiny murder machine's ass filled his view.

To some, this would be considered heaven. But as of the current moment, it was anything but. His voice was muffled by the diminutive woman's damp lower lips, grunts and even moans unable to peek out, only serving to pleasure the trigger happy girl. Her hips rocked against his face as David's eyes stared at hers from her higher position, practically pleading to be let go.

Alas, it never came. And as the pressure built on, so did the desperation of his escape attempt. He needed some level of control. Any amount to turn the tides. Fortunately, it would seem as though lady luck were smiling upon him, as his prayers were answered.

Much to his excitement, a hand managed to slip out, pulling free of the cage that bound it. However, instead of freeing the other, he instead decided to pull the little rabbit in further, practically tearing apart the lower half of her costume to give him easier access to the nectar within.

His hips pumped into the air, thrusting into Lucy's throat with all his might as he merely stuck his tongue out, rolling it throughout Rebecca's insides as he felt his own climax approaching. A clock ticked in his head, he had gotten this far where he would have already burst, what's a few more seconds?

Eternities dragged on with this thought, the world drawing to a standstill as it became progressively harder to hold on. Just a little bit more, he tried to drag out with all his might. But it ended there. Letting go of the release, he shot it without restraint, several ropes of hot semen spewing into the white-haired girl's warm throat.

Finally, he could rest, deflating right then and there. His body collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent from the ordeal. Despite having done little, he still felt like he had exerted much effort. Letting out a sigh, the string unraveled from his body, as the pair stood above him, staring at him intently.

It felt as though he could almost hear their thoughts from the expression on their faces. But, that wasn't the case. Their now naked figures swayed in a hypnotic pattern, appearing more as blurs than people in his waning vision.

They were planning something, and he didn't want any part of it. At least, right now. Lurking thoughts built in the back of David's mind, as the cycles of his breath hastened slightly, Lucy's face towering over him as her legs took the space around his thighs.

"You're not quite yourself today, are you?" she whispered into his ear, tilting her head to the side. "On a normal day, you would have jumped at the opportunity to have a threesome with the people whom you consider the closest to your heart… And yet, you don't seem as adamant about it as we thought. Is there something bothering you?"

He moved his gaze, breaking eye contact with his partner. "I've just been thinking, you know?" David's left hand brushed against her cheek, the other caressing the groove of her back. "Sorry but, I haven't been able to focus as of late, a faint feeling of nostalgia permeating… What do you think would've happened if I hadn't taken this path?"

Lucy's actions seized, her brow quivering as she raised herself up, straightening out her back. "What do you mean?" She inquired, his rod resting on her stomach. "Like if you hadn't become an edgerunner? If you hadn't met me on that da-?"

"No," He sharply dismissed, a weight pressing down on his chest, a sigh passing between his lips. "That's not what I meant. What if those gangsters hadn't pulled up on that car? What if I just updated my tech? I wonder how different my life would be if I had just followed my mom."

"And what does it matter?" Rebecca made her presence known, plopping her head down on his gut. "What's done is done, there's nothing you can change about that. Sure, it might be hard to let go of, but that's just life, isn't it?" Her words pierced through the veil that David placed, shattering like glass. "In the end, it's better to focus on the present. Besides, why worry about something that'll never happen. It's simply stress for the sake of stress my man."

"I-." He shakily exhaled, a smile touching the corners of his lips. "I suppose you're right."

Without missing a beat, Lucy stroked his shrinking tool, awakening the sleeping beast in nothing more than a few jerks of her wrist. Not wanting to be left behind, Rebecca planted both arms firmly on his shoulders, pulling herself up to his chest, all the while her tongue traced his abdomen.

"Ready for round two?" Lucy said from above the clouds, a grin pulling at her cheeks as her hips rose, a pair of digits guiding his semi-erect cock into her awaiting snatch. Wetness dripped from above like rain, a twitch strumming throughout his length. Anticipation built up like a black powder keg, on the verge of blowing. "I'll take your silence as a yes."

She dropped, impaling herself onto his spear, a good four inches vanishing into her hole before the netrunner caught herself, a dry heave bellowing from her. Immediately, the short stack turned to look at her, smugness layering thick in her voice as she said.

"You were saying?"

A sneer replaced Lucy's previous expression, despite taking hold of her actions as she swiftly lowered herself down to his hilt, all the while staring at the latter. "I'd like to see you do the same. Either way, this isn't a competition, right?" Rebecca shrugged her shoulders, a hand gliding across David's crotch as it slid over to the other woman's slit.

"Well if that's the case, then you wouldn't mind if I helped you?" An imaginary question mark appeared above the hacker's head as David silently observed the pair's interaction, his eyes brimming with amusement. "A bit of comradery never hurt anyone, eh choom?"

Shaking his head, David sat up and grabbed both of Lucy's thighs, having finally regained his energy. "Let's get this over with." He quietly muttered, grunting with much effort as his hips thrusted upward, sliding whatever was left of his rod into her.

A familiar sense of warmth filled him, the walls of her vagina clamping down followed by a searing heat. His loins burned, a clenched sigh leaving his breath. Slowly, he began to move his hips, a melodic tempo building up as he uprooted Lucy and down onto the bed, effectively reversing their positions, Rebecca standing by his side.

"Oh how the tables have turned. Quite the predicament you find yourself in. Hmhm…" He softly chuckled, continuing his onslaught without stopping. "Consider this payback. Especially after that stunt you pulled earlier." Rising in pace, he braced onto her hips as he rapidly rearranged her insides with his precise tool, the girl's speech devolving into little more than slurs and moans.

The tiny murder machine followed suit and bent down, taking in one of Lucy's breasts for herself while he took the other, both locked as the ivory haired woman writhed underneath them both. Pinned, and with nowhere to escape, her cries pierced the sky, bouncing off the room's walls, accompanied by the wet slaps of their fucking.

"These tits are preem!" Rebecca exclaimed, inhaling a couple mouthfuls of air. "Makes me want to get a pair myself… What do you think Davey~, should I? You seem to like sucking on them like there's no tomorrow."

He pondered, so ingrained in his thoughts that not a single ocean could match its depth. Leaving his body on autopilot, his jaw gapped, thoughts flying through his head at rapid speed. Suddenly, the answer appeared to him as his arm pulled her closer to him. Their lips pressed against one another, the short stack's features transitioning into one of blankness.

"Just the way you are is fine." He answered, a string of saliva connecting the two. "Besides, turning into a bimbo wouldn't suit you…" Then, an idea poked at him, a smirk tugging at the edges of his cheeks. "Although, I wouldn't mind those bouncing betties rippling whenever you fired your shotgun."

Pulling her in once more, the pair's tongues danced, wrapping around one another and exploring the other's mouth. Slowly but surely, lines were drawn and extended, prodding further and further in with each passing second. However, he could also feel the approaching climax over the horizon.

His legs gradually weakened with every thrust, as though it had been metal infected by rust. But, that didn't matter as he continued on without a care. Twitching stummed through him like a guitar, various grunts and groans bellowing from either one of the group as the last vestiges of breath left his body, sapped away by the tiny succubus in front of him.

Eyes snapped open, as color washed over him. A tidal wave of relief rocking the man's body, ropes of cum painting Lucy's womb white all throughout. How much longer could he last like this? A few more shots? Perhaps, he was likely running on fumes at this point. Initially the outfits did wonders for his libido, though, they did very little in the grand scheme of things. Even taking into account their naked forms, his mind just felt out of it.

Was it something related to earlier? Maybe an action they did preceding this? David hadn't the slightest clue. And at this rate, he didn't want to know either. Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned his body forward, narrowly dodging the still dazed Lucy.

Collapsing onto the bed, he lazily stared at the ceiling, lines of sweat slithering down the curves of his body. To his right, a chorus of snores sounded next to his ears, his eyes drifting to the cute site of Lucy sleeping, ever soundly in the realm of Morpheus. She was perfectly at peace, a serene aura emanating off her, with him fearing that with the slightest action, he could disturb it beyond repair.

However, something told David he wasn't quite out yet. A gnawing feeling biting at his bones, and clawing at his legs. As just like earlier, 'Becca, more than eager to have her fun, mounted on top of him without missing a beat. A long, drawn-out groan tiredly booming from his throat.

The swift action caused him to jolt, trying to shake the girl off as quickly as possible. To whichever god listened, he prayed. He prayed that one of them save him from the fiend. Unfortunately, none of them were answered. Now, he had to face the demon, beaten and battered from the previous fight.

For a moment, he regretted falling back on doing cardio, the simple lack of time proving to be his downfall, as her folds made way for his meat. With a lack of stamina, he begrudgingly trudged through, conserving as much as he could wherever it was possible, but still falling short.

Once more he had fallen to his backfoot, a somewhat unfamiliar territory, but one that he would no doubt deal with more gracefully than last time. At least there isn't any rope, David idly thought, deeply sucking in a breath as his hand caressed his current partner's posterior, fingers sinking into the soft, but firm, flesh.

Initially, he had started off slow. Speeding up at a snail's pace as his digits dug into her ass, guiding it down his member. "Fuck." He quietly cursed, eyes fluttering to stay awake. Slipping as if his hands were laced with lubricant, he could barely stay afloat. His consciousness drifted from one side to the other, staying focused on Rebecca's eyes.

Only for her actions to come to a screeching halt, face tilting to the side, head shaking. "What's up, choom?" She gently asked, a far cry from her usual upbeat tone. "Seem a bit under the weather lately. Like ya been absent ever since you made dinner…."

Stumbling over himself, David failed to grasp what entered his ears, second guessing himself. "Look, I know it isn't my right to pry, but you know if something's bothering you, it's alright to confide in either of us, right? Nothing wrong in sharing the burden with others, so what's on your mind?"

Without saying a word, his shoulders sagged, a hollow chuckle bubbling up to the surface, his face obscured by his hair. "Let's just say, I might have lied to Lucy earlier. " David sighed, exhausted. His face pressed against her bare chest, wrapping both of his arms around her body. "Or perhaps I'm just lying to myself… not quite clear."

"Then make it clear, "She advised, the edges of his lips tugging to move up. "If you can't be honest with yourself, then be honest with me, David… I've already said it once, and I'll say it again. I don't want to see you falling apart, and I'll say it a hundred more times until it sticks in that gonk ass of yours!"

"Sure you will." Gradually rising, I met her face to face, then towered over her diminutive figure. "Sure you will." He repeated, quieter than the one before it. "Now, I don't suppose you're going to continue? I might not be as enthusiastic, but I'll be damned if I leave someone unsatisfied."

"And what makes you so sure of that?" Rebecca challenged, sparks lighting up in her eyes as her hips moved once more. "Especially when you aren't as motivated as you'd like? Choom, I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I'm not exactly blind."

"Well, I would have said through determination, but now," Grappling the shortstack with both hands, David threw her to the mattress, a hand over the back of her neck as he held her in place. "Let's just say, spite is a wonderful motivator."

Whatever Rebecca had to say next was muffled under the weight of his body, pushing against hers, the wet slaps of their fucking repeatedly bouncing around the room, practically making it an echo chamber.

The inner walls of her womanhood constricted against his member, tightening its hold as if it were a snake. Inch by satisfying inch, he could feel himself heading over the edge, the bright horizon beaming at him from afar.

Only for it to shut completely, as the sound of David's breathing filled his ears. Concentration guided him further, his pelvis moved as if it had gotten a mind of its own. A one-track mind, in a vast empty landscape, all by his lonesome, a cold shiver tickling the reaches of his spine.

From all sides, a desert presented itself, David's legs running uphill at a consistent pace. His throat burned with the might of a thousand suns, sweat trailing down every corner of his body. Soreness filled his muscles like no other, a hollow pit welling up in his stomach. Nevertheless, he continued forward without rhyme nor reason.

Step after step, he ignored the pain, trudging through even though he could feel a pressure building up in his loins, tightly wrapping around his thighs, squeezing them for more. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, he internally chanted, a deep and low grunt forcing its way through his parched mouth.

Hot air swirled around him, each inhale lighting a blaze in the very fiber of his being, flashes of Rebecca's back appearing in the cinders. For a moment, he almost lost himself. Laughter bellowed from his lips, as the veil of reality returned as it was, his legs immediately buckling.

David was at the end of his rope, his lungs sucking in a deep breath, as he thrust once more into the squealing woman beneath him. He let it all out in an instant, color draining from his eyes, as his body fell backwards, a faint memory lingering in his mind, as the world around him dimmed. Darkness fell, a blanket covering his eyes, a whisper gently caressing his ear.

"Stay well, choom." A smile tugged at his lips, as his mind shut, the woes he once held slipping out of his grip, as the night's calm took him into its grasp. All in a day's work, he tiredly thought, a weight pressing against his chest, as he fell fast asleep.