Chapter 112 - Hard as Stone.

Ah, good old November is back! Remember that this fic started last year November to end NNN streaks, what a beautiful way to start a chapter ruining your NNN😈!

It was no longer news that Victor Stone no longer breathed like half machine, half man. With Raven's blessing, he had transcended his former self. His body—human in appearance—was perfected by nanomachines and seamless tech that whispered beneath the skin, enhancing every sensation, every action, especially every thought. And right now, all of that godlike precision was focused on the woman moaning helplessly beneath his mouth.

Jinx lay sprawled across his bed sheets, tangled around her legs, her back arched, silver hair sticking to her neck in sweaty, twitching clumps. Her pink glistened and dripped under Victor's mouth, already swollen from his attention. He was gentle, but relentless. Patient, but ravenous.

His tongue moved with a rhythm that no mortal man could maintain. He circled the tip of her clit with slow, teasing spirals before dragging the flat of his tongue down one side of her folds, then the other, alternating in a sensual pattern that made her hips buck upward. Each time her thighs clenched, he would pause, letting her tremble, then resume with a fresh wave of heat.

He sucked her clit lightly—just enough to draw a gasping moan from her throat—then traced slow lines down to her entrance. His tongue dipped in, curling upward, exploring her inner walls with practiced finesse. The way he moved wasn't just anatomical—it was intuitive. Raven's blessing had made his senses sharper, more attuned to want, to tension, to climax.

Jinx's hands clutched at the sheets, knuckles white. Her moans turned guttural, almost angry, as Victor gently flattened his tongue against her again, then used his lips to draw her entire slit into his mouth and pulse against her. Her pussy twitched in his grasp, slick and aching.

And then he did it again, and again, varying the pressure, the speed, the angle—mapping every nerve ending like a cartographer of lust.

Every woman he'd ever pleased in the past was nothing compared to this. This was sacred. A communion.

Meanwhile, below the edge of the bed, Bumblebee knelt between Victor's parted legs, her eyes wide with awe and hunger. Victor's cock—thick, sleek, and hard with his goddess's perfection—bobbed lightly above her as she worshipped it.

Her tongue started at his base, licking a slow, vertical stripe along his shaft before swirling around the head. Her lips parted to take the tip in, just barely, before retreating and kissing his shaft reverently. She slid lower, suckling on one testicle, then the other, before dragging her tongue across his taint and back up his length.

She licked him like a devoted acolyte—slow, soft strokes mixed with occasional flicks, each one designed to drive him higher. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking gently while her tongue danced across the sensitive underside. Her breath was hot, her gaze locked on his face, watching for the change—

—and she saw it.

Victor's brow furrowed, the corners of his mouth twitching. His breath caught in his throat.

Jinx, panting, lifted her head and saw it too. Her pleasure-drunk expression changed instantly.

"Get off him," she snapped.

Bumblebee flinched as Jinx's foot kicked her sideways, just enough to knock her balance. "Ow! You jerk!" she cried, wiping her lips and looking up in confusion.

But Jinx wasn't listening. She was already moving, practically sliding down Victor's chest, climbing between his thighs, and wrapping her fingers around his cock.

"You're mine," she whispered to him, before sucking him into her mouth, deep and fast.

Victor groaned, his hand falling onto Jinx's hair as her head bobbed. She twisted her wrist around the base, flicking her tongue against his frenulum, then swallowing him again and again until—

His body locked.

He groaned loud, thighs trembling, hips bucking as thick ropes of cum pulsed into Jinx's throat. She didn't pull away. She drank him down, eyes closing as she swallowed every drop. Her free hand moved up, gliding across his chiseled abs, fingers curling possessively.

Bumblebee, now sitting on the floor, watched in open-mouthed frustration. Jinx met her gaze with a smug smile, and a middle finger raised in mockery at Bumblebee as she savored the taste of her man. Well, their man.

Bumblebee had only recently been welcomed into their relationship—but only after swearing loyalty to Raven herself. Jinx had done the same, fully submitting to their goddess. But while Victor had accepted the idea of a trio, Jinx clearly hadn't adjusted.

She clung to him like a dragon hoarding treasure, aggressively territorial.

The strange thing was… Bumblebee found it hot. The more Jinx asserted her dominance, the more it stirred something submissive and primal inside her.

"That was intense, babe," Victor said, his voice warm and husky as he stroked Jinx's hair.

"You got me there, Karen." He said, turning to his dark skinned lover, who was pouting in annoyance that Jinx stole her cum she had worked hard for.

He had full control of his body now, beyond human and machine limits. The stamina, the precision—he could go for days if he wanted to.

Jinx smirked, licking her lips. "Dear, I want to see you plap that bitch's ass senseless."

"That's all she's got going for her—her big, dumb ass." She continued with a hint of jealousy and lust in her voice.

Victor chuckled, leaned forward, and kissed her forehead. "You're terrible."

He turned to Bumblebee, who shyly climbed onto the bed and positioned herself in doggy style. Her toned figure glowed under the ambient tech-lights—soft, caramel curves wrapped in sweat and submission.

"Oh fuck…" Victor whispered as he knelt behind her. "You're right about one thing, Jinx. She does have an amazing ass."

He dove in, spreading her cheeks and running his tongue along her folds, savouring her sweetness. She gasped, hips trembling.

"Heeyyy!" Jinx called out. "I said fuck her, not eat her out!"

Victor looked over his shoulder, grinning. "Relax. She's gotta be—"

"I don't care if she's ready or not! Plap that fucking ass for me already!" Jinx growled, already fingering herself, watching like a hungry voyeur.

Bumblebee gasped, then chuckled nervously. "Don't worry, Victor. My pussy is already—"

"SHHH, SHUT UP BITCH! Let him work and receive your D!" Jinx interjected.

Victor positioned himself, gripping Bumblebee's hips. "You ready, Karen?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

He thrust forward—hard. Bumblebee cried out, her eyes wide as he bottomed out in a single, powerful stroke. The sound echoed: smack, smack, smack—the sound of hips colliding, of flesh yielding to strength.

He pounded her slow, then fast, then deep. Jinx moaned in tandem, one hand on her clit, the other playing with her breast. Watching was her kink. Seeing Victor ravage another woman while her own body quivered in climax—it was her kind of religion.

Victor's balls slapped against Bumblebee's clit, and she began to tighten around him. Her pussy clenched unconsciously, milking him.

Jinx stood and climbed atop Bumblebee, straddling her back, her slick folds resting on Bumblebee's sweat-slicked cheeks. She leaned forward, grabbed Victor's cock, and pulled it out with a wet pop.

"Mine," she said.

"Wait—no!" Bumblebee whined.

Jinx didn't care. She angled Victor's cock upward and impaled herself with a shiver. Just in time—Victor roared as he came again, his cum flooding Jinx's insides as she rode him through the climax.

Bumblebee watched helplessly from beneath her, tears of frustration in her eyes.

"That was supposed to be mine…" she whispered.

Victor, panting, ran a hand through her hair. "Don't worry, girl. I've still got some for you."

"But she took most of it already…" Bumblebee's voice cracked.

Victor looked at her, then at Jinx, who leaned back, basking in the afterglow. A deep guilt settled in his chest.

He wanted to correct this. To remind both of them that this was love—not just sex.

But before he could act, a thunderous boom shook the room.

A portal ripped open, swirling with crimson energy. A voice, familiar and divine, echoed from its depths.

"Victor Stone! Your services are required by your goddess!"

Jinx and Bumblebee both snapped to attention.

Victor looked at the portal, then back at them—his lovers, his partners in sin and devotion—and sighed.

"Just when I was about to… (sighs). Duty calls."

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