Eyes for Nora

While banging the hell out of Nora all afternoon had been very pleasant, she was so earnest about everything that I felt bad about playing on her kindness to get her to cover for me. I inwardly resolved to not skip work again.

"If you want... the day off," Xico said, as I sat at my desk, having finished my work. "You can just... take a day off..."

"Yeah, but then I get paid less."

She let out this adorable little gigglesnort. "Aren't you... rich, because, um... Mira gave you a big bonus? You own my home now."

Some very base part of me responded to the idea of owning Xico's house with a stupid thrill of arousal, and Xico blushed at that. I tapped at the desk, thinking about it. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should talk to Mira or Hank about... getting more free time, going forward." The downside, of course, was that basically all my friends in this universe worked at Star Heroic, and by extension I had no friends around during work hours other than Nora.

Xico fidgeted at that thought on my part, her tails briefly sticking out like antennae before she curled them back in.

Right. Me spending all day banging Nora is probably not exactly what Xico wants.

"No-! Um." Xico swallowed, fidgeting. I gave her a look. I knew her well enough to know she wasn't the sort to feel jealous - I'd been inside her head, by igossing - but Nora was. There wasn't a universe where I got to just date both of them forever at the same time. Xico bit her lip. "...yeah..." She mumbled, then let out a sigh. "Nora is nice. If you... married Nora... I would be happy... for her," she said, in the most unconvincing voice I have ever heard in my life. She let out a long snort at that thought. "I would..."

"Alright," I said, not arguing with her. "I guess I'll talk to Mira about being in the office less."

* * *

"I see," Mira said with a hum. "You feel like the work you're receiving isn't challenging enough?"

"That's not what I said at all, but yes, it is kind of boring to spend seven hours here after I finish my actual workload. It's one thing when there's actual work to be done, another thing when I don't have it."

"There are performance-based metrics we could use to determine the time you spend in the office," Mira said. "But it also sounds like you enjoy spending time here." She smirked. "It is, after all, an office full of sexy superheroine, ah, would you call us sluts?"

"I wouldn't call you sluts, as it's rude."

"Right. But I can use the word, because it's referring to me," Mira said with a smile that said she was incredibly pleased at her own intellectual prowess, of figuring out that she was highly promiscuous for a woman by my world's standards.

I don't think it really required that much brainpower, though, since she was also highly promiscuous for a woman by this world's standards.

"To answer the question, yes, I enjoy spending time with you all for social things, but I don't like sitting in an office not working. I'd rather be at home not working."

Mira hummed, placing her hand over her mouth as she thought about it. "I hate putting tools away for good. I think I can find work worth doing. How good are you at stats?"

"Do I get paid more for doing stats?"

"Obviously I'm not going to increase your workload without increasing your wage. I'm a superhero."

"Then I'm good with stats. I actually briefly considered becoming an actuary back in college."

"Ooo, a man of many talents - accountant and actuary," she said, with a playful note to her voice. "I'll put together some things for you to do. Sorry for keeping you locked up in the office without anything to do."

* * *

Mira did in fact increase my workload. She roughly doubled it, with a similar doubling of my pay.

Unfortunately, that meant I was now doing about two hours of work a day, rather than one, leaving me insanely bored all over again, tapping at my desk as I thought about what to do with the new, slightly smaller, quantity of free time.

It was then that Vanessa poked her head in. "Hey!" She waved at me, then stepped inside my office, closing the door behind her.

"Hey," I told her. With her sudden arrival like this, I mentally calculated the probability that she'd developed a crush on me, given that she'd come into my office to give me a titfuck just a few days prior. Plus she was young, like Xico, and relatively inexperienced.

"So-! I know I helped you take the day off earlier, but I realized pretty much immediately it was a super dumb way to do it! I mean, what if they'd needed you for work?"

"Yeah. It's fine, Vanessa. I wound up getting a pay raise and more work," I told her.

"Oh!" She paused for a moment. "Um. Oh, am I interrupting your work? Shoot!"

"No, you're not. I finished what I had to do today."

"But it's not even lunch," Vanessa said with a blink. "Oh! You still don't have a full day's work?! That must be super boring. Okay!" She huffed and approached the desk, smacking down a piece of paper. "This is wa~ay better than my other spell!"

I looked down at it. It was just complete gibberish as far as I was concerned. "What does it do?"

"Basically, you poke here, and concentrate really hard on what you'd rather be doing instead of boring old work," she explained, clenching her eyes shut as she demonstrated. A little puff of glowing smoke escaped her clenched-shut eyes, and it then moved around, slowly forming into a humanoid figure - and then there were two Vanessas standing there in front of me. "Whew," the one with her finger on the paper said. "I was kinda worried it wouldn't work."

"Please, fuck me again, Mr. Cooper," said the other one. Her voice was thick with arousal and desire, almost clogged with a sort of raw animal need that was unmistakable. My cock throbbed.

"Um." Vanessa paused, glancing at her copy. "Well, I picked that because- you know," she said, giving me an awkward laugh. "If you don't want to, that's fine, I can, um, make her disappear if I just..."

"No, it's fine," I told Vanessa, who instantly perked up - and the one that wanted to fuck reached for her blouse, starting to unbutton it. "Lock the door," I said.

Okay. Maybe Nora had given me some kind of clone fetish, because seeing two Vanessas standing in front of me had me raring to go. Or maybe that was just being a guy - but either way, original-Vanessa was closing and locking the door, while clone-Vanessa was stripping. "So, how does this work?"

Original-Vanessa spoke up, even as her clone's tits bounced while she wiggled out of her skirt. "She does the thing she was made for, and then she returns to me, bringing all her experiences and stuff. Or, that's what's supposed to happen. I can unsummon her if it doesn't work right."

Clone-Vanessa bent over my desk and presented her butt to me. "Do you want to do it in this position? I think you liked being on top, and I want to fuck really bad, so we can do it with you on top." Her voice betrayed a sort of horny monomania that was extremely sexy to me, my cock pulsing in my pants.

"Sure," I said, hurriedly unzipping my pants, my cock plopping out and smacking her plush ass. I glanced up at the Original-Vanessa. "So, how is this for you?" I asked her. "Does it feel good, or...?"

"Ah! Well, I'll experience it when I reabsorb her, and she'll rejoin me automatically, once it's done," she explained. She licked her lips. "Man, if we had a bed, we could do one on the lips and one on the dick." She obviously desperately wanted some stimulation herself - and for my part, I just pushed into the clone's pussy, enjoying the way her body trembled beneath me, quivering on my dick.

"Oooo, yes, this is it, ahm, this is what I was literally made for," she asid, letting out a little giggle as those words. "Thanks, Mr. Cooper, you're really, ahm, a fun guy, a fun time, ahhh, I'm so glad Xico introduced us." My cock pulsed inside her as I fucked her. I was really taking my time with it, mostly because she seemed crazy sensitive at the moment. I could feel her trembling on almost every thrust, and the original Vanessa watched, her lips pursed.

"Hey, come over here," I told her, and she immediately did as she was told. I planted one hand on her hip, guiding her to sit down on the desk - and also giving me the opportunity to slip my hand under her skirt, starting to tease her pussy through her panties. "Tell me what you want me to do to your clone," I told her, my voice as husky and seductive as I could make it.

Clone-Vanessa immediately came, hands snapping up to cover her mouth as she moaned and jerked on my cock. Her pussy spasmed happily around my dick as she orgasmed on my cock, and I just sighed and rode the wave. Original-Vanessa watched the scene, wriggling on my fingers softly, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth as she watched the scene play out. Eventually, though, her gaze fell back on me. "I want you to take your shirt off, for one!" She declared with some excitement. I had to stop fingering her for that - but luckily, I had super speed. She pouted a little as I sped through the act. "You should do it slow and sexy- ahn," she panted out, as I slipped my fingers into her panties, rubbing at her lower lips, teasing her clit with my fingertips.

"If I did it slow, I'd have to stop fingering you, and you don't want that, do you?" She squirmed on my fingers, panting as I diligently ran my hands all around her sex.

"Nnm, maybe," she breathed out. "You're so ffffucking hot, I didn't believe, ahm, Xico about her cool older boyfriend, but she wasnnnn't lying," she continued, quivering on my fingers, while her clone panted in response to each thrust of my hips inside her. That plush ass of hers was fully presented to me, her breasts hanging low. My hand went up to the original's breasts, groping one of them in my hand, feeling her up through her bra, and she just gasped in response to the touch.

"Grope my tits instead," the clone said as she saw me doing as much - and I decided to go for it. After all, the original was still wearing a blouse and bra. The clone's breast felt exactly as good as the original's, and my cock pulsed inside her. "Oh, yes, ohhhh, I want you to fu~uck me so bad," she whined out.

The original looked at her clone in momentary confusion, then spoke up. "Um. Tell her how good she makes you feel, and fuck her hard, with that, insanely hard magic sex fucking thing you do," she said, wiggling her fingers in the air vaguely.

I knew what she was talking about, and I started to ram inside her clone in response, using my superspeed to bring both girls into a superstimulated state. The one I was fucking once more clamped her hands down on her mouth, and I tilted my head to watch as the breast I wasn't groping jiggled obscenely, the constant fucking making it go forward and back at an insanely quick pace in real time, and a slow but short pendulum motion at speed. The one I was fingering just closed her hands over her mouth as I slipped my hand inside her waiting pussy, shivering in place, eyelashes rapidly fluttering in response to the way my fingers played with her pussy.

Eventually, I felt like I'd made both versions come enough, and I dropped speed back down to normal. Wet heavy pants filled the air as the two girls recovered from my brutally fast and intense sex, Vanessa's pussy still quietly quivering around my dick. I just breathed, drinking in air for a long moment as I rested inside the clone's pussy. "What qualifies, as done with sex?" I asked the original, as I teased her sex.

"Hu~uh? Oh, uhm," Vanessa blinked rapidly as she thought about it. "When you come, I think."

"So when I come inside this Vanessa, she'll stop existing?" I asked. "Won't that make a mess?"

"N-no, only once the orgasm's done, yeah," she said, shuddering softly as she recovered from the earlier fingering. She licked her lips as she caught her breath, blinking rapidly. "Yeah?" She asked the other Vanessa.

"Yeah," the clone said. "I want to get creampied by Mr. Cooper." The original blushed at those, embarrassed by her words, and I just started to pump my hips again. "That's right, Mr. Cooper. Fuck me and come insi~ide," she breathed, as I groped and caressed her breast.

With two girls at my disposal like this, and the clone's gorgeous naked body on display in front of me - it didn't take too long for me to come in that position, letting out a long sigh as I bottomed out in her pussy and came. She shuddered as she felt me. "Ohhh... ahm... finish... inside me..." she shuddered, legs curling up awkwardly in a weird spasming movement of raw desire.

Then I was spent. I pulled out of her, and she let out a long, shuddering breath, her body disintegrating into glowing pink smoke, which was promptly reabsorbed by the original.

The response of said original was also intensely sexy: her mouth fell half open, her eyes unfocusing, her whole body trembling. She was fully clothed, but the desk was rattling as she jittered atop it, what looked like a particularly intense orgasm running through her.

It only took five seconds or so for her to come out of it, though, panting with flushed cheeks as she did. "Wow," she breathed out. She got to her feet, wobbling a little, glancing at the spot where her naked past self had been - and then glancing to the spot where her naked past self had abandoned her clothes. In both places was no sign that the other Vanessa had ever existed.

That did spark a thought. "Um. Wait, where did my cum go, then?" I asked. "Physically. Did it just disappear from the universe, or...?"

"Oh." She smiled cutely. "It didn't disappear." She gave me a wink, planting one hand on her stomach. "I can tell." She paused, glancing at the sheet again. "Whew! That was pretty fun, Mr. Cooper, for both roles! It was like I got to experience both roles in a Lilith's threesome! Admittedly, um," she paused. "It was kinda weird, too. Like, I enjoyed certain parts of it, and my clone enjoyed other parts of it. Sort of like if you sliced up your sexuality and distributed the two halves? Not really like that, though. It was fun, though! From both ends! Thanks for having sex with me," she said, with a smile. "Oh! Right," she said, going to the paper. "Do you want to use it yourself? You can just put your finger here, close your eyes and concentrate on what you'd rather do than work, and... poof! I'll have to use the magical energy, you don't have that much of your own," she explained, planting one finger on a different part of the paper.

I contemplated it. Vanessa was earnest, and honest - and I was bored. Why not? I'd just seen how it worked, and it was quite fun, so... I put my finger down where she indicated, closed my eyes.

I want to spend much of the afternoon with Nora. A nice, reasonably contained task. I didn't want to fuck Nora once and then crash out (mostly because I knew Nora would hate that), but also I didn't want there to be two Rogers until somebody fixed it because I'd given the spell some open-ended task. I felt something tug at my thoughts, taking those feelings and desires out of my brain and pulling them out past my closed eyelids. I let out a soft breath as the other me came into existence.

"See you, I guess," the other me said, giving me a casual wave as he beelined the door.

* * *

One of Nora's bodies sat in her apartment. It was browsing the internet on a cheap laptop she owned, providing her other bodies with instant access to useful information. She flicked through satellite maps as she simultaneously tried to track down and surround a suspect through the tangle of the city. When she finally had three bodies in a pincer around him, she smiled softly at the digital glow of the screen - and then was upon him, pinning him to the ground in short order.

It is very difficult, even in ideal conditions, for an individual to fight off multiple attackers. It becomes nigh-impossible when those multiple attackers are all physically fit, regularly practice combat, and are bodies of a single consciousness capable of perfect coordination.

There was a heavy knocking on her door, making her jerk to instant alertness. "Nora," Roger's voice called out, reassuring her that it was not a home invader, but also making her concerned. While Roger might knock on her door in order to say hello, he was beating quite insistently, as if he was worried she would not respond. Previously, he had been kidnapped from his home, so she instantly grabbed a long steel baseball bat from the side of her desk as she quickly approached and opened the door. "Nora," Roger repeated, and his expression did not appear distressed, though she had difficulty interpreting such things. He was smiling. She stuck her head out of the door, glancing from side to side.

"Are you safe, Roger? You are knocking very loudly on the door. Additionally, you should be at work."

"I'm at work," he told her. "It's a nice spell from Vanessa."

"A spell that gives you multiple bodies?" Nora frowned at that, her brow crinkling. On two separate occasions, she had a power copier attempt to mimic her power, which failed both because her power required a non-zero amount of time to create a second body, but also because coordinating multiple bodies was a difficult learned skill that she had been practicing since a very young age. However, Roger did not display any difficulties that she associated with that.

"It's more like I'm a split personality. Look," he said, reaching for her hand and taking it with surprising energy. Obviously Roger touched her, and kissed her, and had sex with her, and did other things similar to that, but his sudden movement came off as more intense and interested than was the norm for him. "I want to spend time with you."

Again, that was not something that Roger normally said. He was quite emotionally closed off, which was fine with Nora as different people had different levels of emotional expression. Nora was herself quite bad at expressing her emotions. Normally, Roger would have simply asked her if she wanted to come over to play video games and/or have sex. She felt her heart beat a little faster in her chest and her cheeks warm. "Yes, that would be very nice."

He used his grasp on her hand to just pull her along, moving with surprising forcefulness as he dragged her back to his room. She wondered what he wanted to do first, and as he took her to the couch, he put her down next to him, so it was likely playing video games. "I spent the trip over here thinking about what to do when I arrived," he explained, and she nodded along. "I don't want to only have sex with you - even if I really do love having sex with you - so I thought, just one of your bodies, we strip down to our underwear, and fuck whenever we feel like it. Otherwise, watch TV."

"I see." That did seem reasonable. While she had a very high libido, that was heavily mediated through her many bodies. If only one body was present, likely twenty minutes of sex would be enough for her to feel satisfied and ready to take a break. "In that case, I would like to start with sex first," she noted.

Roger laughed at that, and then pushed his forehead against hers intimately. His fingers then raced across her clothing - though he did not actually seem to be using his power. Perhaps he could not, in his current state? Either way, she did not mind, as while Roger's power had surprising sexual uses, what truly made Roger an excellent lover was his dedication to making his partner enjoy themselves. He peeled her out of her shirt, then her bra as well, leaning in to kiss at her neck, her collar bone, down towards her breasts as his hands worked off her pants and panties. She wished she had been wearing something more sexy, as she had noticed Roger was a very visual lover, and-

Her thoughts cut off as he leaned down into her sex and kissed at it. His lips pressed against her softly, surprising her, as Roger rarely performed oral sex on her. (She found this very reasonable, as he had a much easier time making her orgasm than she had of making him orgasm, and thus techniques focused on making your partner orgasm without concern for your own pleasure should have fallen on her.) However, she very much liked him performing oral sex on her, as his tongue slithered along her lower lips, as he teased her clit with his hands. She laid back on the couch, her excitement unrestrained as Roger put a particularly large amount of effort into pleasuring her.

His tongue felt so good, sliding up and down her pussy; his breath tickled at her inner walls as he moved this way and that; he kissed and licked and nibbled at her clit. He tried a hundred different things, and then did whichever ones seemed to make her feel good. She felt amazing, and it took her little time to orgasm like that, moaning as she cast her head back, thighs clamping down on his cheeks for a moment before she stopped herself - and then he gladly took hold of her thighs, pushing them against his cheeks again. As if to say, I like it when you do that.

He kept eating her out for several long, intense minutes, putting everything he could into making her feel good. It was a very nice change of pace, her body quivering under his oral ministrations, her thoughts slipping off in a delighted bubble - and then, after her fourth orgasm, he finally pulled his mouth out from between her thighs, looking down at her with a smile. Licking his lips clean of her flavor. She looked up at him, panting for breath, her nipples perky with arousal, wondering if he considered that finished?

It was very nice. Roger was a very giving lover under normal circumstances, and now he was acting even more giving. Eating her out without any apparent expectation... but looking down at his groin, she could see he was aroused, and he had just put a lot of effort into making her feel good. "Thank you very much for that. It was very nice. I would like to make you feel good too, Roger," she said, reaching for his cock and caressing it through his pants. "Which position and/or hole would you most enjoy?"

"Whichever you want," Roger said. "We're only doing one-on-one sex, so I'd like to make sure you enjoy it."

That was very kind of Roger. He was, after all, a very giving and thoughtful lover. However, Roger had clearly inaccurately "normed" their relationship: one-on-one sex was actually normal sex, not a special thing she was doing for his sake. Thus, she had been eaten out and had four orgasms, and needed to show her appreciation. However, it was a common failure mode of conversations for both parties to ask the other party about their preference, so therefore it would be best for her to simply give her best guess of Roger's preference as her own. "I want to perform fellatio on you. If you wish, you can also watch pornographic material as I do so."

"No, you have my full and undivided attention right now," Roger said, which also made her heart beat faster, while she shifted on the couch. He sat down, and she helped him out of his pants, his erect penis bursting into the open air, telling her nonverbally that he was very attracted to her and aroused. She leaned forward to wrap her lips around his cockhead, and started to bob fairly quickly, as she knew that was the way that Roger preferred to have oral sex.

She ran her hands along his thigh, while he just softly pet her, running his fingers through her hair softly as she moved up and down. Wet glugging noises escaped her throat as she bobbed, and he sighed and watched her work. She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, enjoying his small reactions and the way his breath started to hitch. He slid his hand down from her head, along her back, and then groped her ass, fingers digging into the flesh back there appreciatively. For a moment, she worried he was going to start fingering her - it made it difficult for her to focus on sucking cock, after all - but he didn't, just feeling her up, groping her ass, her thighs, her breasts, with obvious interest as she moved.

She focused on him entirely, trying to aim at maximizing his pleasure. Being groped obviously increased his pleasure, so there was no reason to complain about that. Instead, she licked all over his cock, her tongue tasting him as she twisted her head around to reach more and different places. When she next took him into her throat, rather than bobbing, she instead just swallowed, wetly slapping his cock with her tongue, and a glance out of the corner of her eye revealed that he was also enjoying himself this way too.

Her work became ever more intense, and eventually she wound up clambering off the couch onto the floor, bobbing on his cock as fast as she could manage. She didn't concern herself at all about her own comfort, as she had many other bodies, and very much wanted this sexual experience to be good for her. He looked down at her, fingers running softly through her hair. "That's so good, Nora. God, I love your mouth and how eager you are."

She considered responding verbally by popping off his cock to speak, but then realized that would be highly counterproductive, as it would make it difficult to continue sucking his cock. So instead, she merely hummed her assent and intensified her pace, pounding her face up and down his length, nose mashing into his pubes. He groaned, telling her in various ways that he found her very attractive, that she was sucking his cock very well, that he appreciated her hard work, that her tongue and throat felt very nice.

"Oh, I'm about to, nng," he panted out, his hips bucking up into her face. She took a moment to contemplate exactly what way he most enjoyed ejaculating, and ultimately decided to remain firmly fastened to his cock, slamming down to deepthroat his length in its entirety. She swallowed wetly around his length, further stimulating him, and he responded by gasping softly and ejaculating with a low groan, firing off hot loads of cum directly down her throat, making her hum as she felt him pulse and release inside her mouth.

When he was spent, she peeled back and off. "Would you like to continue going? I could continue with fellatio, as you made me come four times by cunnilingus."

"I'd like to just watch some TV with you," he said, and strangely those words were actually nicer than asking for more blowjobs or even suggesting sex. She got up onto the couch next to him, and he grabbed the remote, pulling on his underwear but kicking off his pants. She remained naked, seeing no real reason to get dressed since the only person who could see her was Roger (who liked to see her naked and who she liked to see naked).

They wound up watching a documentary about ball bearings, which was quite a bit more interesting than it sounded, as it turned out ball bearings were a core part of many important technologies, to the point that a major part of the Allied war effort during WW2 was reducing ball bearing production.

After the documentary's two hour runtime completed, however, it seemed reasonable for her to suggest sex. "Roger, let's go to your bedroom and have sex."

"Let's," he agreed with a smile - and then picked her up bodily, carrying her bridal style into the bedroom. Her heart pounded particularly fast like that, and it even reminded her of that time he 'saved' her from Fals. While the end consequence of that action had obviously been bad, and it had been unwise even at the time, she liked that Roger liked her enough to (foolishly) risk his life for her, though she wished he did not actually risk his life for her. She pressed her cheek up against his chest as he carried her around, listening to his breathing and heart rate. Sadly, unlike her, he did not appear to be experiencing a significant increase in heart rate due to the intimacy of the moment.

However, once he had laid her out on the bed, he quickly stripped himself naked, revealing his very attractive naked body to her. He took hold of her thighs in either hand and simply slid his length inside her in a heartbeat, making her let out a breath as she felt their bodies merge. He leaned down over her, keeping her legs spread, his cock wedged deep inside her - and then he started to fuck her, pumping at her pussy, pounding at her body, the mattress beneath them both squeaking as he got to work on her. His face was mere inches from hers, his eyes staring down at her - and then he tilted his head slightly and kissed her, her lips parting as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

He was a bit slower with her than usual, just grinding back and forth deep inside her, but it was very nice, and she let herself be carried off by the sensations, her inner walls quietly and lovingly milking at his cock. His dick twitched and pulsed inside her as he moved back and forth, and she felt her breathing quicken.

Did he truly lack his powers right now? His hand was sliding towards her clitoris, but its movements were smooth and ordinary, not the sort of superstimulus he could bring to bear...

After some consideration, it was alright if he could not use his powers, as she was enjoying him kissing her, and fucking her, and playing with her clit. Particularly after she came in that position for the first time, his mouth swallowing up her moan as he just kissed her all the more frantically, practically pinning her against the bed as he made out with her like that. Wet, sloppy noises emerged from their kiss as he continued to fiercely kiss her throughout her orgasm. It felt very pleasant, and her hands reached up for him, running across his naked body, feeling him up. As he worked her body over, his scent slowly became stronger, his sweat beginning to fill the air in the room, adding another pleasant note to everything that was already happening.

He broke off the kiss, his free hand briefly stroking her cheek as he looked down at her. "God, you're so beautiful, Nora," he told her, and her heart fluttered in her chest again. "So sexy and hot," he breathed out in her ears. "I can't resist you," he told her, and her pussy clamped down on his cock tight as he nibbled on her ear.

"I love you, Roger," she told him. "I love you very much and love spending time with you, and performing fellatio on you, and having sex - oh, and cunnilingus as well, of course," she said. His cock twitched and pulsed in excitement inside her - and then he surprised her as he started to ram away.

It was not the grinding movements inside her. He leaned up, grasping her thighs in either hand, looming over her as he just fucked her into the bed. He had a good, highly effective angle, now, and he was pushing himself deep inside her on every thrust. The stimulation left her squirming, her lips parted. "Oh, oh, that is very good, Roger," she panted out.

"Come for me, Nora," he commanded her, his voice sounding both rough and needy, which was intensely erotic. Luckily, she was already quite close to the edge, and immediately came in response to that command, moaning and bucking her hips up into him. He growled, his own pace intensifying, rough and forceful and dominating. He often went faster than this during sex, but it felt different when he used his super speed - now, he was intoxicating with his sheer speed, forcefully pounding away with his hips like a man unchained from any inhibition, just raining down blows with his hips, his cock plunging deep inside her, again, and again, and again.

She moaned and rolled her head from side to side. She looked up at him, panting, her cheeks hot, her whole body slick with sweat. The intensity of his exertions wasn't just made manifest in the feeling of his cock pounding away inside her, or in the squeaking of the mattress beneath her - it was also visible in that increasingly intense smell, wonderfully thick, his masculine, personal scent that filled the air. That said he was consuming his own energy, that he was running himself ragged, just to make her feel good.

It felt so nice, both physically and psychologically, to be on the receiving end of such intense affection, and she came a good half-dozen times before, at last, Roger simply bottomed out inside her and erupted. His pulsing cock seemed to unload a particularly heavy load inside her, thick and warm, a physical representation of the fact that he had felt good.

He was left panting in the aftermath of his exertion, though, and pulled out of her. His cock twitched in the air for a few moments - and then he simply collapsed on the bed next to her.

She immediately moved to cuddle with him, of course, as post-coital cuddling was an important part of sex, and she wanted to show her appreciation for his hard work making her feel good. Additionally, it meant she pressed her cheek into his chest, sticky with sweat, and his odor was particularly sharp in that position, her hand idly running across his bare stomach as she just... appreciated him.

They just laid there like that for quite a while. Roger eventually brought his hand up, softly stroking her scalp through her hair, and she nuzzled into his chest and sighed in delight. "That was very pleasant, Roger," she said at last.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he told her. "I enjoyed it too. Thank you for spending time with me."

"You are welcome. I am also very thankful that you spent time with me. Spending time one-on-one is nice too; do not feel as if you always need me to bring multiple bodies along for the sex that we have."

"Got it, babe," he told her, his fingers continuing to absently play with her hair. She closed her eyes, ready to just take a nap - and then Roger turned into glowing pink smoke and disappeared.

She frowned as he vanished. She was enjoying cuddling, after all, and additionally, people did not usually disappear shortly after sex with them.

It was, presumably, the duplicating magic coming to an end... but she missed him already. She drank in a breath through her nostrils as she laid on his bed, fully anticipating smelling him - but his scent was gone? She sniffed repeatedly. His scent was definitely gone. It was as if they hadn't spent the past half hour fucking in his bed and him sweating all over the place. Yes, it was exactly like that - she could also no longer feel any sign of the cum load he'd deposited deep inside her.

She sighed. That was probably also the magic.

She grabbed one of his pillows and stuffed her face in it. Luckily, his scent was still present there, and it was very nice.

* * *

When the day of work ended, I got ready to head home - and at about the same time, the memories of my other body suddenly hit me, the glowing pink smoke smashing into my face from seemingly nowhere. My time spent with Nora rushed through me all at once, including the blowjob and the hard fucking into the bed. It was so intense and felt so real that I briefly worried I'd creamed my pants (I had not). The entire process actually lasted ten or twenty seconds, but felt like the full however-many hours.

I just shuddered softly, waited for my dick to go down, and headed home.

* * *

I found Nora in my bed still, with her face stuffed into my pillow. I'd used my superspeed to get home faster, and to enter my house faster, so she hadn't had much time to move from that position. I could hear her dredge in the scent of my pillow, loudly sniffing it like she was snorting cocaine, and I was instantly hard again. "Hey, Nora, I'm back," I told her. "Want to fuck?"

She pulled her face out of the pillow to look at me. "Yes, please," she said, smiling lightly as she invitingly spread her legs - and I got in between them and went right back to work. My clone hadn't been able to use my powers, so it had to use more finesse than I normally did, and picked up some interesting new tricks - and I decided to combine it with my superspeed to fuck Nora absolutely senseless into the bed.

She wound up cuddling up to me again, sniffing happily at my chest, and just rubbed her face against me as she did so. It was very cute.

The next chapter is available on my Subscribestar. It features some more fun with Nora, and nega-Kate comes along too. You can access it at this link for only $3. Chapters will be posted on Subscribestar a week in advance.