Magnetic Attraction 23

Commissioned by Kejmur

Magnetic Attraction
Chapter 23

-VB-

I quickly took over the small smidgen of territory the Teeth managed to take in their brief time. I didn’t do this because I wanted that territory; I had plenty of money anyways, so why would I need territory in a city that collected less tax than I made in profits in my legitimate businesses?

No, I took over the territory so no one else would, and couldn’t leave the issue of an open territory to the PRT and the Protectorate; they took and held no territory like gangs did. Having taken up the nominal responsibility no one else recognized, I managed this take over through intermediaries and businesses, not a show of force or ideology. I began encouraging more businesses to open up - offering cheaper rent and the like -

But a territory needed a guardian, and I couldn’t be that. I lived on the other side of the city, and while I was powerful, I was not a fast responder.

As such, the Undersiders and my sister-secretary were contacted as one such intermediary and ally who could be a guardian for said territory. I “graciously” offered the new territory to the Undersiders. This offer, of course, came with other agreements and amenities as only a worthy ally received special benefits. Of course, I didn’t want anyone else moving in, so I told them straight up that they would have to actually manage the cape-civilian and public-underground relationship for the area to a beneficial end for the whole territory.

Jessica, my sister-secretary and the Undersiders’ current boss in the bedroom, knew the angle that I was playing at, and encouraged the Undersiders with a smile on her lips. She, of course, turned around and negotiated for a higher salary, benefits, and insurance. As a result of this, all of the Undersiders got life, medical (dental included), and disability insurance.

She really liked them, apparently, far more than I thought she did.

Like this, one of the major gangs was removed, the Protectorate was kept at bay, and I gained what I didn’t necessarily want but had: control over a significant portion of the bay.

What did I do with that power?

I fucked.

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Tucked away in my bedroom, I entertained the one guest that I - to this day - considered to be the most prized guest of all.

She broke away from the kiss with a blush.

“How is it?” I asked as my arms snaked around her.

Kayden didn’t push away from me or say anything. She just let me embrace her as I stared into her eyes and she avoided my gaze shyly.

“... I like it.”

I chuckled, feeling very warm inside right now.

Kayden was my literal high school crush. Sure, she was a MILF now, but she was a MILF I’d won in the end.

I gently tipped her face towards me, and kissed her again.

She closed her eyes and then … giggled. Her eyes snapped open in surprise and she broke the kiss. I laughed at how she was surprised by herself. She gave me a momentarily stink eye and slapped my shoulder half-heartedly.

And then, to my surprise, she leaned forward and placed her head on top of my chest.

“... Is it insensitive of me to say that I wished my first marriage went like this? Honest and carefree?”

It still stung a little that Max was the one to have married her first. Hell, Arthur - the me of this universe - might not have gone on to become some successful businessman if it wasn’t for that; his successful business had been nothing more than compensation for not getting Kayden.

However, the bruised ego was small in comparison to finally having Kayden in my embrace.

I gently laid her down on the bed that we’ve been sitting on for the past half an hour or so, and smiled down at her as she looked up at me. She had a pinkish blush, but it wasn’t the heavy blush that Claire had when I made her mine.

“Having someone who wants me for all of me is kind of important,” she mumbled as my hands ran down her sides.

I kissed her again. “I know that.” My hands popped off the buttons on her shirt.

“I can’t believe I actually like this,” she muttered as her button-up shirt came loose, leaving her with her red bra. “Burned once by an asshole and now I’m ready to have sex with you, a harem maker.”

I chuckled.

“What’s wrong with that?” I asked as my own shirt came off.

I liked how she glanced down and blushed deeper.

“You like what you see?”

“... Yes.”

My hands expertly unhooked her bra, and tossed it and her shirt off the bed.

She reached up and kissed me out of her volition. I gently held the back of her head and leaned into her. Her arms came up and wrapped around my neck and shoulders. Our lips parted and tongues danced together.

In between our breath kisses, our hands continued to remove our clothes, one piece at a time.

And then we were naked.

To my surprise, she was already plenty wet.

“Love you, Kayden,” I whispered earnestly as I pressed myself into her.

She bit her lower lip. “L-Love you, too,” she muttered hesitantly. But that was alright, just hearing her say that made my heart pound in my chest.

Her vagina clenched around me as I slid into her, and she moaned as more and more of her got filled.

I leaned down and kissed her again, and groped her tits and rolled them in my hands. She moaned into my lips as she took even more of me into her, and then she shuddered minutely when I began to stretch her.

Finally, I came to a stop but not before pressing tightly against her cervix.

I broke the kiss and looked down at her.

… Oh shit, was that a proper ahegao?

“O-Oh fuck…!” she whimpered, and her legs twitched around my waist.

“Oh fuck is completely right,” I whispered into her ear as I began to pull out … and then slammed into her. She squealed.

Oh God, she was so cute…!

Her tits, D-cups right in between Claire and the Biermann sisters in size, jiggled within my hands as I started to pound into her.

She panted loudly as the bed creaked with our thrusts and flesh claps. Her eyes teared up as she slowly reached towards her climax. Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist as I began to almost frantically rut into her at full length.

“Kayden-!” I hissed, wrapping her up with my arms and biting into her left breast.

“Arthur-!” she whimpered as her back arched.

I slammed right into her as I orgasmed, and her vagina tightened around me like a pulsating vice grip. She screamed but her own orgasm-induced ecstasy cut her off halfway through, and both of us laid on top of the bed, shuddering and quivering in each other’s warmth.

And then we collapsed, spent but not exhausted.

She wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me on my cheeks.

“I guess I am finally yours like you wanted, huh?”

I chuckled.

Yes, she was.