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It's not that Velvette hates the thought of fucking her co-conspirators. It's just that she's not into men at all. In some ways, Valentino is her gateway drug, just not in the same way as all of his poor junkie contractees. Valentino is a man in the way that he is a person, which is to say, barely ever and also only when it won't interfere with his plans for deranged orgies.
He is lust wrapped in fur and drugs and, half the time, in makeup and micro-mini-skirts that Velvette has customized to match her own. Hell, a decent chunk of the time, she's wearing the pants while he insists that Vox hold the door for both of them.
He's some sort of bi or pan or whatever the fuck. At this point, she's not sure and, also, she's not really sure she cares to ask. The important thing is he's attracted to 10s, only 10s, and also Vox which has always been confusing. Velvette is, naturally attracted only to women (who are also 10s) and whatever the fuck Valentino has going on. Its not that she likes him as a man or even as a person; its just that she understands the place of a good fuck.
Really, she likes how it feels when they're 8 hours deep into a bender at some club in a booth worth more than any employee they've ever owned. Smoke hanging low in the air and Mel riding her leg, she'll let Val lean over and kiss her, tongues tangling messily as he pumps sweet venom down her throat.
If she glances lower, she'll see Vox high out of his mind, dutiful as a puppy on Val's lap. Sometimes, she'll let him snake his hands lower to tell her how perfect her body feels. So really, she likes Val but more as an object- not that he minds it. That IS kind of his whole thing, even standing as one of the most powerful men in hell. To be totally honest, his miniskirt helps too.
It's on one of these nights that Val gets bold. His hands ride low on Velvette's hips as he pumps his venom down her throat with all the zeal of a moth on a mission. He normally only gets like this when he's high or buzzing with his own natural disorders. She hasn't decided which it is yet, but tonight Vox is much the same. There's a chance they did a line when she was off in the bathroom, but there's an equal likelihood that one too many nights up fucking has set off some secret more sinister momentum.
She's been told that they do it differently and, honestly, her time on the modern internet has told her exactly what the fuck is up with them, but she's not the type to diagnose her friends and they're not the types to accept it. Plus, she has it on good authority that Val loves it when Vox gets manic because it means he gets to blow off work and fuck even more than usual.
But yeah, Mel isn't here tonight and Val is trying to drug her like their lives depend on it. He's dressed in a slinky little number, a black dress rucked up high on his thighs, but still covering his tits (or lack thereof) which means he's playing the girl tonight. He doesn't have to drug her to fuck her, but she at least appreciates the effort to appeal to her interests.
She presses a placating hand on his chest and for a moment he looks scared, his buglike eyes quivering in confusion. Normally, when they're like this, Velvette will wrap her little arms around his neck and crawl up into his lap where he knows she feels safe. His arms loosen around her to lessen the blow if she tries to struggle free.
Her palm comes up to cradle his cheek, “What do you want, Valentino?”
He sounds unsure, almost like when he first started walking the streets all those years ago. Valentino, the overlord, doesn't care about consent; he’s gotten too good at reading bodies and ignoring his fellow man for that. But Velvette is his babydoll and it's different. He would never hurt her.
“I-” he licks his lips, “Can I take you home?”
Her voice is like honey, “We always go home together Val, that’s what the limo is for.” She doesn't shift her hips closer and he wonders with sick remorse if it's because she doesn't want to feel his dick.
He steels his resolve and places a hand on her arm, thumb pressing into the divot of her wrist, massaging, “Can I take you home, baby?”
She laughs and it's like he can finally breathe, “Without Vox? That's mean.”
He exhales, keeping a close handle on the aromatic smoke so that it swirls around them in a dense screen.
“With Vox.”
They find him at the bar, dutifully ordering their drinks, tapping his card on the glass countertop and Velvette wraps her arms around him slow and intoxicating. She leans up on her tiptoes
“It's time to go home now, V.” His breath stutters and she presses up against his back until he can feel every line of her body. He snags his whiskey, downs it, and then nods shakily “Okay.”
From there, it's love potion and venom and limo, then foyer, and family room where they get distracted by Val's hand roaming up Vel's shirt and where Vox gets distracted by trying not to cum himself when he sees it. Velvette glances at him, then whispers something in Val's ear and he grins and lifts her up, carrying her to the nearest bedroom. Vox follows at their tail because he is nothing if not easy.
When they carry her into the room, she’s frankly offended. Her ass bounces twice on the bed before she's able to catch herself and sit up with two hands. “Fluorescents? Really, Val?” I thought you knew how to set a scene. Her eyes glisten spitefully against the beaming overhead.
“Blame Voxxy,” Val crawls, tonguing his cigarillo like it has the only check in all of hell. “He likes to watch.”
She huffs and starts to roll over “I am not fucking under these conditions.”
Still nonverbal, Vox crawls up onto the bed with the limp of a wounded animal. He clasps her face and brings it closer, static buzzing to the ends of her hair. The lights dim into lurid violets and pinks, blue spilling out from under the bed. She rolls her eyes, but reciprocates and he laps happily at the edge of her mouth.
They kiss slowly at first and then messily as Vox's sharp teeth pull at her lower lip. It's painful, but not wholly unwelcome. Meanwhile, Val's arms have made quick work of the buttons on Vox's pressed linen shirt and are now struggling to free him from its confines.
When he reaches to pull the zipper at the front of her dress down, smooth lavender interrupts him. Val's voice is pure silk and wine, “Treat her like a lady or I will.”
His secondary hand slides up under her shirt to palm a breast and she scoffs,“That isnt- ha- any better.”
“Those rules are for him, baby,” Val tuts. He rolls a nipple experimentally and then pinches hard. His fourth arm pulls her hand up with it and shoves it between her legs, leaving her panting and unsteady as her remaining support struggles to balance.
“You like it when I touch you,” he punctuates the words with a slow drip of venom onto her face, right between where Vox is still gnawing at her lips desperately, smearing lipstick everywhere. Greedily, he looks up enraptured and his tongue slides up to take it.
She fists one of his antennae “No! Mine!” and he whines as she swallows his tongue like they're teenagers passing gum.
The hand at her tit trails up as Vox's arm moves lower to cradle her ass and Val tips her face up to meet his. It's only when she hears a stifled gurgle that she realizes one of his primaries has moved on to tease the head of Vox's cock.
She pulls back and the thin thread of pink saliva between them trembles before snapping entirely. Val is smug as a cat soon to get his cream and Vox's arm clenches harder around her, claws digging deep into her ass with little pleasure-pain pinpricks. His teeth grind as a tremble of static bubbles up around his head.
“Hey!” He snaps once, “big boy voice.” Vox's watery eyes betray no intelligent thought and Val slaps at his face thrice in rapid succession.
“Escuchame!”
Valentino pouts at his lifeless, drugged out boyfriend “You're making me look like the bad guy baby.” He backs off with a sullen huff.
“I think you gave him too much,” Velvette chides.
“Creo que no,” Val laughs, “he's overheating because you turned him on too much, muñequita.” Not to be forgotten, a single spark bounces off Vox's antenna to singe at Valentino's skin.
He glances at Vel, annoyed, and then pokes at Vox's face with a sharp click. Through her bleary haze, Velvette can’t place whether it had come from his mouth or the faux gold clawcaps he often wore.
“Cmonnn say something.”
Vox lies starstruck on the bed, too entranced by the feast of plastic and carapace before him. She splays one leg across his lap, teasingly, and peels the zipper of her dress down. His eyes follow, and a stray spark buzzes through the air“I like him better like this. Not even fucked and hes already bloody pussydrunk.”
Vox blinks slowly, fans kicking up a notch. “I wa-zz-zzt”
Val picks up his face, pressing two fingers just below his mouth. As if on instinct, Vox's tongue rolls out to desperately lap at them. “What is it, amorcito?”
Another hand slides across his body. “Too dumb now? Need daddy to talk for you?”
“…fxz- f– uck me?” he's looking right at her and her eyes flick up to Val who laughs.
“She doesn't have a cock, baby, don't be stupid.”
Hes teasing, she can tell. If she really wanted, she could get a strap and rail him within an inch of his life, but Val wants him to say it, to beg.
“Fu– uu– ck-” he moans and flushes so hard that she can feel his screen lighting up her body, “my fff-zz- please- fuck- ride my face.”
She's already halfway on him, so it's easy to mount him and he's pulling her hips down instantly, causing her to collapse with a startled huff. Arms splayed over his body, she tries to right herself, but his tongue is already laving messily over her pussy, twisting from her ass to her slit and rubbing.
She collapses onto her elbows and just lets herself feel. After a few seconds, his claws slide her forward and his tongue coils directly into her hole. Vel's fingertips rake gouges into the sheets as it twists into a thick, pulsing mass right against the front of her walls. Her face grinds into his sweaty chest (gross, but she can't form a coherent enough thought to voice that now).
“Hh- ah-” her voice pitches high as her teeth fail to root into any part of his smooth, sharklike skin. Her eyes flutter open, vision blurry at the sharp shlick before her and she watches Val slide half of his monster cock into Vox, his piercings catching hard if the moans that vibrate her body mean anything.
From then, it is much easier to focus. Val sets a vicious rhythm and Vox's moans add a new layer to the way he torments her pussy, eventually pulling out his tongue to pant desperately as Val strikes true over and over.
She whines at the loss of stimulation and this time sits herself further down, grinding against his mouth. It takes a moment to find the angle, but then Val is rocking Vox against her slit in a delicious rhythm and Vox is struggling to pull in air through the gills which flare at his sides. Meanly, Vel slides a hand over one just to feel them struggle and the moan that that causes leaves her shivering.
“Mm sor- sorry,” Voxs voice sounds wet and shakey “can't-” he whines “not- ffuxk- wanna be good f'r you.”
Velvette laughs and digs a sharp hand into his chest. Valentino, sensing Velvette's burgeoning glee, shuts his mouth with a soft click, letting her have the floor.
“Just be a good little vibrator for me, mm?”
Vox convulses as another spurt of cum dribbles out of his cock, pathetically. She cackles with laughter and he can feel her clit grinding against his tongue, smearing fluids across his screen.
Vox can feel the shift before anything really happens, his familiarity with Val's natural intolerance for monotony in cock related matters alerting him before the whole thing slides out with a wet gurgle that makes his hips flex helplessly as two arms bracket them. Velvette, unacquainted with this game is taken wholly off guard as Valentino lifts her with his secondaries, making a sound not unlike a squeaky toy as he slams her down, elbows first so that her face mushes against Vox's chest, back twisted in a pornographic arch.
As she props herself up, Val's hands shift. One brackets her hip as though soothing a frightened horse. The other bullies her chest down further in a way that only her boneless doll body could allow.
Her eyes instinctively flutter closed as Val's girth presses against her entrance. His head teases, aligning their hips, checking angle, and then pulling away entirely. Cautiously, she opens her eyes, sees Vox's drooling expression of wanton debauchery, and then wails as Val slams forward with a force that knocks her arms out from under her, each piercing of his ladder bullying past her already stretched pussy.
She's sure Val is saying something, that Vox is doing some brainless puppy bullshit, but right now the sensory overload that is Valentino's cock occupies her entire brain.
With a growing horror, she realizes that she can only feel three bars of metal shifting against her walls. The haze over her mind is disappearing with quickening speed as she squirms. He's only half inside. How is that even fucking possible?
“Goood girlll, babydoll,” Val's voice pitches up like when he's talking to his whores.
Her head snaps around with annoyance, a full 180 degrees and she is met with his Cheshire grin gleaming through the thick smoke. Before indignation can swivel her head back, he's pulled a hand away from Vox to take hold of her chin and slip two spit-slick fingers against her lips, “Lick.”
Velvette licks. His fingers surge forward, pressing against her tongue and massaging the roof of her mouth. Her throat flexes in a reflexive gag and Val takes this as a sign to fucking move because suddenly she is being rocked back onto the fourth piercing of his cock. It burns and she swears that one of her organs has popped fucking free.
The incensed wail she lets out is more of a gurgled murp sound. Val leans right over her, his tall frame eclipsing her entirely to blow his heavy pink smoke right into Vox's face, “You think baby doll can take it?”
Traitorously, Vox shakes his head no, eyes going wide and Val laughs, “You would know.” He backhands her so hard that her head gyrates back to its rightful place and before she proverbially can stop spinning, he's already in motion.
In the next few seconds, Velvette stretches in a way she didn't even think was possible. Her drooling mouth oozes onto Vox's chest, but finally the love potion that permeates Val's whole being is taking effect again and it feels fucking good.
The next few minutes are a blur of motion and her face being rubbed raw by Vox's shark skin while he stares with puppy dog eyes like the cuck he is. When Val's fifth piercing slips in, she shreds Vox's shoulders and then ruins her fucking makeup with tears.
He's lucky that her vision is swimming and the lights are somehow turning an eerie green because if she weren't so fucked up, she'd be disgusted by the way he's rearranging her guts. Fuck it, she is disgusted. But in a hot sort of helpless way that means she'll make him beg for mercy later.
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By the time Velvette cums, she's more doll than person. The squish of her organs moving is perhaps one of the great joys in life, Val is quickly discovering. Her silicon body hides an absolutely godly cunt and he can't believe they're not doing this on the daily. Disappointingly, she can't take his whole cock, but, Val muses out loud, a few more repeat encounters might fix that.
“Ne– ever again,” Vel manages, hair sticky and plastered to her forehead. Her face grinds down again into Vox's skin like it grounds her. Can't have that. He pulls her up by the roots of her hair so he can hear her better and Vox latches onto a tit like he's magnetized.
From this angle, it's easy for Val to get at her already engorged clit, so he does. She shivers and in the delicious way that makes her walls ripple around his cock. It's all the permission he needs to cum in a thick, hot stream of love potion which will render her sexdrunk for the next hour.
Subsequently, he spends the next 30 minutes playing with her free tit as she trembles, high off her fucking ass. He forcefeeds her water because he's not a monster and then squishes her cunt around because he likes watching it ooze and he kind of is a monster actually.
At the 45 minute mark, he drags Velvette up onto Vox's cock and then makes them move like his fucked up dolls. Vox, still conscious, takes Vel's head in his hands to lazily make out. She reciprocates sloppily and he idly wonders if she even knows who he is right now. Not that it matters. They're together for life, he thinks mushily.
Enlivened by the thrill of committed, evil, almost polyamory, Valentino begins to suckle at Vox's cock, leaving him to occupy Velvette's mouth. They're so cute together and Val could never interrupt a scene this good, so he settles for adding to it. The added bonus is that he gets to watch Vel's cute little ass writhe as Vox takes his liberties with her torso.
Drawing the head of Vox's cock into his mouth, Val hums low with approval and begins to twist his tongue, watching the steady stream of slick and cum spatter onto Vox's flushed chest.
“Good boy,” he teases just to watch pre bead as Vox convulses from the words alone. God, Valentino might as well be Pavlov at this point. He's training the fuck out of this pup.
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When Velvette comes to, Val is wringing the penultimate of a string of orgasms out of Vox. She can feel the tickle of his antennae against her as his head works dutifully to lave attention onto the already overwrought body of his favorite plaything
“Ew,” she wrinkles her nose, “how long was I fucked up?”
Valentino pulls away with a self-satisfied pop, “Just over an hour babydoll. But don't worry. I took goood care of you.”
She winces. “Yeah, asshole, I can feel that.”
He winces in mock dismay. “I did! Gave you water and everything.”
He is far too proud of this, she decides and then glances at Vox, “No help from him, I'm guessing?” She licks her teeth; her mouth tastes staticky.
“Soooo much help from him,” Val simpers, “that's why I'm rewarding him.”
She quirks an eyebrow, takes in the whimpering, barely sentient man beneath her “Uhuh.”
“And I did a good job too!” Val presses, “That's why I'm rewarding me,” he gestures at Vox again.
“Uhuhhh,” Velvette squints at him, “okay, fuck it, whatever.” She elegantly flips off of Vox's stomach onto her back, pulling up a pillow for back support.
Her eyes cast up and down his body more clinically than ever and he shivers, “You need any help or are you good now?”
He bats his lashes, “You offering?”
She fixes him with a cold stare, then flips open her phone, legs slowly tilting apart, “No…”
Valentino grins as her thumbs begin to move at lightspeed. He thumps the whole of his body weight onto her chest, letting out a contented little moth squeak.
Her left hand drifts away from her phone to idly play with the fluff at his neck as she scrolls. They wiggle in to massage at his roots and he purrs with delight, dick quickly going from half-hard to full in an instant.
She lowers her gaze as she feels it solidify against her shin, “That thing is not going in me again”
Despite her protests, she tugs at his ruff and pulls him closer until they're eye to eye. Bless his freakishly long legs, this isn't the worst height difference of all time.
She smooths a hand over his antennae and for a moment, the world whites out into nothingness. He whines in delight and his cock drools a long line onto her belly. He regains his vision just as she rolls her eyes and then slots a leg up between his.
“I'm not a girl, you know,” he begins to grind anyway, “not gonna feel half as good as if I- Mierda! had a pussy.”
She turns back to her phone and begins to type again, “Dooon't care.”
Her nonchalant disinterest is only fuel on the fire of the great Valentino's sex drive. He grinds harder, “Pleeeaseee.”
She doesn't even look up. “Ooooh I like that. Keep begging.” So he does.
Sharp pants interrupt his praise as he works himself against her. More than once, she slaps at a hand wandering up to his cock, evoking the second neediest whine she's ever heard. “Please, babydoll. Mami? Please.”
Val continues to wheedle. Vel checks her Sinstagram, then reposts a repost of a repost. It's important to be relatable.
“F–uck.” Val's ability to get off on pure unadulterated disinterest should really be studied, she decides, then wonders how this could possibly be applied to the next round of love potions.
Her scrolling fingers pause, “Don't cum.”
Val perks up and she can practically feel the joy oozing out with his pre, “¡Sí! Yes, mami,” his voice pitches thin and reedy, “Haré lo que quieras”
Graciously, she pulls Vox to her side and lets him curl up into her, pressing his flat face onto the entirety of her torso. He's not even hard. It's pathetic in a cute way. She taps at the buttons he had installed just for her and projects her phone screen onto his face for more efficient scrolling. Then, she twists his head off gently and props it up where she can see it. His decapitated body nuzzles against her, lovingly and she gives slow, gentle back scratches just the way he likes.
She bats Val's eager hand away from him, “Mitts off! He's all settled now.” Val drools.
“You're such a freak,” she intones with a deep sense of pride. He whines, “tu buena perrita”
Riding off that high, she reaches down and twists at him with a skill produced only by ball joints and angel dust himself.
“Cum.”
Valentino responds with a level of enthusiasm far beyond what would be proportional and promptly coats her torso in pink before slumping over. She sighs and then pushes him and Vox off into a little pile together as she ventures off in search of a towel. Men.
Her legs give out before she feels fully clean again and, so, with a sigh she returns arms laden with towels both wet and dry. Perching on the edge of the bed to avoid the embarassment of her barely functioning lower half, she sets back on her quest to towel every single fluid off her body and then sighs as Val lends a gentle hand, mopping the sweat off the back of her neck. He rests his head there, against her nape, as his hands work diligently at her hips, "Alright, muñequita?"
The pressure is nice and she rolls her shoulders, careful not to disrupt him and then nods. Vox, freshly reattached to his body unwraps himself from where he's nestled against Val's waist. He doesn't have hair, but from the corner of her eye, Vel can see one of Val's hands idly smoothing over the top of his head with a fervent gentleness.
He looks nervous, and still wired, but no longer in a sexy way. She turns all the way around to reassure her boys, "I'm okay."
Her hand smooths over Vox's skin to feel teethmarks- oops. She squints at him, "I didn't go too hard on you, did I?"
He shakes his head so quickly that she feels like she's the one getting whiplash, "No- I." He clears his throat, tries to put on his big CEO of Voxtech (soon to be Vtech) voice, "It felt good. Thank you."
Valentino's fur ruffles with delight as he barely restrains from getting Vox all messy again (with kisses this time, he promises). "Awww yo también te amo, papi."
Velvette wrinkles her nose, "I'm not Angel Dust. You don't have to thank me," even still, something in his tone feels warm and nervous in a way that fills up her heart with an unfamiliar sort of affection, "You're welcome, I guess."
Now, she pauses for drama, "Which one of you fuckers is sitting on my phone?"