The flesh slap from below.

Her own daughter’s moans rising up from the mattress under her.

Vivienne’s thighs were shaking.

Her cunt was wet without anyone touching it.

’I am not—’ ’I am not doing this—’ ’I am not going to be undone by the sound of my own daughter’s—’

Her cunt clenched again.

Harder this time.

He pulled Vivienne forward over Jenny.

Not beside her.

’Over’ her.

Vivienne’s hands hit the pillow on either side of Jenny’s head, and suddenly both women were face to face, Vivienne on all fours above her daughter, both their bare chests hanging, Vivienne’s heavy breasts swinging forward and down until the soft, full weight of them pressed against Jenny’s smaller ones.

"Mother—" Jenny’s voice came out strangled. "Mother, ’what’—"

"I don’t—" Vivienne’s jaw was tight, voice shaking. "I don’t know what he’s—’Jenny’—"

"Get him to stop—"

"I’m ’trying’—"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

He drove back into Jenny from behind Vivienne, his cock pulling out of Jenny’s cunt and ramming home again while one hand came down flat on Vivienne’s back, pressing her weight forward and down onto her daughter.

Both women cried out.

Jenny from the thrust.

Vivienne from the pressure on her ringed nipples dragging against Jenny’s chest.

"AAHHH~!!"

"NGH~!! HIEEK~!! MMMPH~!!"

Their faces were inches apart.

Then he pulled out of Jenny entirely.

Jenny felt the sudden emptiness and gasped, hips reflexively chasing the withdrawal.

Vivienne felt his cock leave her daughter.

Felt it press against her from behind.

Not her cunt.

Her anal.

"No—" The word came out of Vivienne flat and real. "No. Not ’there’—I’m still ’raw’ from—"

He plunged.

"AAANGHH~!! HIEEEK~!! FUUUUU—!!"

Her back arched violently, her whole body curling upward in a bow while her ass fought the intrusion and lost, the tight, raw ring of her stretching immediately around his cock in a burning, total split that sent her face diving forward into Jenny’s shoulder.

Her breasts swung forward with the force.

Both of them.

And slapped directly into Jenny’s face.

"Mmph—" Jenny’s voice went into Vivienne’s breast. "Mother—’Mother’—your—"

"I ’know’—" Vivienne’s voice was wrecked already, three syllables of it lost inside her next cry. "HNNGGH~!! I ’know’—I can’t—"

PAH! PAH!

"AAAHH~!! HIIEEK~!!"

Every thrust rocked Vivienne forward, which rocked her chest forward, which slapped her heavy breasts into Jenny’s face in a wet, rhythmic cycle that Jenny had absolutely no defence against.

She grabbed Vivienne’s arms.

Not to push her off.

Just because there was nothing else to hold.

"Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it."

His voice from behind Vivienne, even, unhurried, while his hips kept their punishing pace.

"Both of you."

Vivienne’s head came up.

Her face was a particular kind of destroyed, mascara gone, hair everywhere, mouth open.

"I ’don’t’—" She hissed it between thrust-broken breaths. "I ’don’t’—HAH~!!—I am ’not’—"

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OOUUGH~!!"

Jenny felt her mother’s cunt dripping onto her lower abdomen.

She felt it clearly. Warm and wet, running down in a thin line across her own hip, her mother’s body giving the lie to everything Vivienne was trying to say.

Jenny said nothing about it.

She pressed her face sideways into the pillow and grabbed her mother’s forearms harder.

’She is right above me.’ ’Her body is all over my face and she is leaking onto my stomach and this is the most insane thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.’

PAH! PAH!

"Mmmph~!! Oungh~!! NNGH~!!"

Vivienne’s cries directly above her.

The sound of his hips.

The bed shaking under both of them.

He pressed forward over Vivienne’s back.

His full weight coming down, pressing Vivienne’s chest flat into Jenny’s, flattening both sets of breasts together with his body weight so Vivienne’s nipple rings ground into Jenny’s chest and Jenny felt the pressure of her mother’s entire body crushing her into the mattress.

Both their faces were side by side on the same pillow.

Vivienne turned her head.

Jenny turned her head.

They looked at each other from three inches apart.

Both shaking.

Both with no composure left to perform.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAAHH~!!" ’Vivienne.’

"HNGH~!! Oungh~!!" ’Jenny.’

"Night is long," he said above them.

Calm. Almost pleasant.

His hips were a machine now, driving into Vivienne’s anal with force that rocked them both, the wet flesh slap loud and rhythmic and absolutely without mercy.

"And so is my hunger."

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"To fuck you both."

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OOUUUGH~!!"

Vivienne’s face pressed into the pillow beside Jenny’s.

Her breasts mashed fully against her daughter’s, the silver rings grinding painfully between them, both heavy sets flattened together under his weight.

"MMMPH~!! NNGH~!! HIIEK~!!"

Jenny’s voice buried in her mother’s shoulder.

The whole bed shaking.

The headboard finding the wall again, steadily, rhythmically, filling the dark room with a sound that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Vivienne’s hand found Jenny’s in the sheets.

Whether it was intentional or just proximity or just the need to hold onto something solid in the middle of being wrecked, her fingers closed around her daughter’s.

Jenny held back.

Both their hands gripped tight.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAAHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! AAANGHH~!!"

The moans filled the bedroom and climbed the walls and had nowhere left to go.

The flesh slap answered every one.

"Shit... Aren’t you clenching tighter hearing your daughter’s moans?"

The words hit Vivienne like a slap, and her traitorous body answered before her mouth could. Her raw, stretched ass clenched hard around his cock, the tight ring pulsing and squeezing as if it wanted to pull him deeper, milk him dry. A broken, humiliated sound tore out of her throat—half-sob, half-moan—while her heavy breasts, still mashed against Jenny’s smaller ones, heaved with the force of it.

Jenny felt it all from below: the sudden tightening of her mother’s body, the way Vivienne’s dripping cunt spasmed and leaked hotter against her stomach, the way the silver rings ground painfully sweet between their chests with every brutal thrust.

"F-fuck you—" Vivienne gasped, but the curse shattered into a wail as he slammed home again, using the full weight of his body to drive her down harder onto her daughter.

"AAANGHH~!!"

"MMMPH~!!" Jenny’s cry was muffled against her mother’s shoulder, her fingers digging bruises into Vivienne’s forearms, hips twitching helplessly beneath the crushing rhythm.

He laughed once, low and dark, hips never slowing. "That’s what I thought."

The bed became a storm of flesh and sound—wet slaps, broken cries, the headboard hammering the wall like a war drum. He fucked Vivienne’s ass with the same merciless precision he’d used on her daughter, each thrust rocking both women together until their moans overlapped, indistinguishable, rising into one desperate chorus.

Then his rhythm stuttered.

He buried himself to the hilt, hips grinding deep, and came with a guttural growl that vibrated through Vivienne’s spine.

Thick, hot pulses flooded her ruined hole, so much it leaked out around his cock in messy white streaks that dripped onto Jenny’s skin below.

Vivienne’s own orgasm crashed through her like a second betrayal—her cunt clenching on nothing, thighs shaking violently as she sobbed into her daughter’s neck.

Jenny came too, untouched, just from the weight, the heat, the overwhelming filth of it all.

For a long moment the only sounds were three sets of ragged breathing and the wet drip of cum onto the sheets.

Cruxius finally pulled out, slow and deliberate, watching the way Vivienne’s gaping ass fluttered and leaked his load down over her daughter’s hip.

He dropped onto his back between them, one arm slung possessively across both their sweat-slick bodies, eyes already half-lidded in satisfied exhaustion.

"Night’s still young," he murmured, voice lazy, almost affectionate. "Rest up. We’re nowhere near done."

He closed his eyes, chest rising and falling steadily, completely unaware that the woman he had been quietly thinking of dismantling was already moving against him.

Far away, in the shadowed opulence of the Black Corporation’s central spire, reality itself tore open.

A perfect circular portal shimmered into existence in the middle of the grand hall, edges crackling with restrained violet energy.

Through it stepped a woman in a tailored black suit cut like tactical bodyguard armor—sharp lapels, reinforced seams, matte fabric that whispered of both corporate power and hidden weaponry. Her posture was pure professional readiness. She had been summoned, and she knew exactly who had done the summoning.

She crossed the threshold without hesitation, heels clicking across the polished obsidian floor, and entered the vast hall room where two figures waited in heavy silence.

At the head of the long table sat the family head himself—imposing, still, the kind of man who wore authority like a second skin. Beside him was a young woman: green hair falling in precise waves, green eyes sharp and unreadable, her expression the quiet, almost haughty calm of someone who had already swallowed the entire corporation and now wore it like a crown. Thalia.

The summoned woman—Sugar—stopped at a respectful distance. The family head’s voice rolled out, low and measured.

"Do you know why you have been summoned here, Sugar?"

The superheroine met his gaze evenly, voice steady despite the weight of the room. "It must concern some secret family matter. I was not given details, sir."

The man turned his head slightly toward Thalia. His tone carried the finality of a deal already sealed. "Handle her. I did you the favor. Now do what you want."

Thalia nodded once, slow and deliberate. She rose, turning fully to face Sugar. Their eyes locked across the space between them—professional steel meeting something colder, hungrier.

"I need your help to catch Cruxius Blac and cut off his dick."

’!’