What is Happiness 4.8

What is Happiness?
Chapter 4.8

-VB-

As she said she would in front of Armsmaster, Parian (Sabah) began to pack up her store, which was a process that really didn’t take long when both of us were involved. While she gathered all of her materials, I gathered all of her machines. 

From there, we just walked out with our floating merchandise and machines and flew to my territory. We stored her goods at Taylor’s house… which was when we all met one another.

“You seduced Parian?” Taylor gawked incredulously. “I mean s-she’s not a nobody like me and Lisa!”

Lisa and I snorted from the side. 

Parian did a curtsy. “I’m Parian. It’s nice to meet you.” She then turned to me. “Are they…?”

“Yeah,” I replied nonchalantly. 

She hesitated for a bit before she took her mask off. Taylor and Lisa watched with wide eyes as the most famous rogue of Brockton Bay unmasked herself to them.

“Hello, my name is Sabah,” she introduced herself. “I guess I’m also part of his … ah, harem?”

Lisa giggled. “Yeah, yeah we are.” She glanced at me with a vixen smile. “So how was she?”

Taylor and Sabah lit up red from such a question. 

“Unexpectedly good,” I replied casually as if I wasn’t talking about how good of a lay a woman was to another woman as a man. “It won’t stop me from taking you two, though.”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “Well, Taylor and I are both pregnant right now.”

“And I know that pregnancy doesn’t exactly prohibit you from sex until the third trimester.”

Taylor urked. 

“That said,” I said as I wrapped my arms around Sabah from the back. “I think both of you deserve a little show. See someone else getting pumped by your man.”

Sabah stood frozen for a moment before slowly looking up at me. “A-Alan, I don’t thin-”

My lips caught hers from above before she could finish her sentence. I had to tilt my head parallel to the ground to catch her lips, but it wasn’t much for me. Sabah squeaked into my mouth as my hands started to roam. I hooked up one of her legs and carried her to the table at the center of the living room. I pushed her down onto the table, and pulled her skirt up and over her ass. 

I knelt down.

I thought about using my hand to rub and stimulate her, but I didn’t bother. I just grabbed the vectors and made them vibrate around her clit.

“EEEEKKKK!!!” Sabah squealed as she clutched to the side of the table and started climaxing. “NO NO NO NOooooo….!!!” her cries ended with a whimper as she collapsed onto the table, breathing raggedly. “W-What was t-that…?” she whimpered out. 

“Your heaven for the next thirty minutes,” I said as I vibrated the vectors of my dick and slid into her fold.

She choked out a gasp as I took her from behind. The gasp turned into wanton moans as I grabbed her hair and pulled her up. Lisa and Taylor watched, one in fascination and other in embarrassment, while I plowed into Sabah. 

I mimicked the sensation of hands running over her flesh in multiple locations, making her feel as if a dozen hands were all caressing her. I made her nipples pinch. Her mouth opened to take in an imaginary but very real replica of my dick while I heated the air in her mouth to make her feel the heat that would have accompanied a cock. Another one of those vector cocks stretched her ass open.

Vector control was a great power.

Sabah cummed, her eyes rolling over, but I didn’t stop. Oh no. She was aboard Alan’s Sex Marathon Train now. 

And there was no getting off.

-VB-

At least, there was no getting off until she conked out, which she did an hour later. 

“She has less stamina than us,” Lisa groused with a frown. “How is she supposed to keep you occupied?”

I opened my mouth to answer and then closed it. 

That was true. 

“And I saw that you killed Rune, another girl who could’ve been your cum dump, but no, you just had to forget that you had two girls back home that really needed some off time from your sex, hmm? Just had to be merciless right then and there, hmm?”

I glanced away a tad bit nervously. 

“Wait, you killed Rune?!” Taylor asked me, partly in shock and partly in excitement.

Overused as the joke may be, but it was nonetheless true; only good Nazis were dead Nazis. Actually, was that a joke or a fact? 

... I’m leaning towards fact.

“And Victor.”

“Oh him. Yeah, he definitely deserved to die, just not how you sent him off,” Lisa scoffed.

“How should I have sent him off?” I asked curiously.

“You should have pulled his eyeballs out and left him be. Can’t copy what he can’t see, right?”

I snorted in amusement. “That’s true. Doesn’t hurt that it’ll leave him quite vulnerable to minority gangs in prison.” I shrugged. “What’s done is done.” I reached down and caressed Taylor’s hand while she jacked me off in front of Lisa. 

What? I needed help keeping my little guy occupied. 

Spurt.

And I forgot to warn her. 

I looked down and saw Taylor with my cum all over her face and glasses, and I smirked. “That’s a good new look, Taylor.”

She punched my dick. I keeled over in pain.

Lisa and Taylor both laughed.