Enough for the Three of Us

Klara was confused, conflicted, and concerned. Most of those emotions were centered around the very annoying presence in her life, Nick. She was a proud Nazi, a firm believer in the superiority of the Aryan race, the blond-haired, blue-eyed white people. The shining example of that was Homelander, basically a god in the flesh, her own personal Übermensch.

Being with him was difficult, loving him even more so, if she could turn her brain off, she could ignore the glaring issues that were always threatening to surface. Nick was easier in a way she couldn't explain.

Every part of 'her' was attracted to Homelander, she couldn't deny that, but... she was being forced to admit she certainly held a candle for Nick as well, in a different, but no less 'her' part.

The papers scattered haphazardly on the glass table were nearly illegible, but she had enough insider knowledge to recognize the chemical composition of Compound V, and the scrawls were Nick's. It reminded her of late nights when she'd be with her husband Fredrick, the brilliant scientist who invented Compound V.

Homelander could, would, never fascinate that part of her, not like Nick evidently could. Homelander was superior to every living creature on this planet, her upbringing thought so at least, the pinnacle of everything she'd yearned for, but not to Nick. That's why she was concerned, because she knew the clash was inevitable.

Klara was attracted to both of them, loved both of them and they would naturally fight for her, and regardless of who won in the end, she would lose.

She had been cheating on him for over a week, and the way they'd avoided each other, both purposefully and subconsciously, had allowed their feelings to fester, or at least hers. That's why she wanted to talk to him, now, before it got any worse. When she saw him... she still didn't know what to say, would she tell him to fight for her or to run, yes or no scared her either way.

Now if only she could find him, maybe she could figure out her own feelings.

The hallways were mostly deserted thanks to the upcoming trial in a few hours, which made the rapid taps of Ashy's shoes stand out... loudly.

"Stormfront, hey, what are you doing here, all of the Seven are supposed to be getting ready the Congressional hearing." Ashley stated, her eyes wide like someone who'd had three too many espressos.

"I was just headed that way; I can fly so I figured I would take a little longer." She lied, already turning to leave the conversation when Ashley cut back in front of her.

"Okay cool, so I got a call that Maeve never showed up either, so can you swing by her room and get her over there. After the fallout of Starlight being a mole, America needs to see the other women in the Seven supporting us." Ashley... ordered her.

"Sure thing Ashy. Girl power!" Stormfront cheered emptily as Ashley turned on her high heel and took off down the hallway.

She started to ignore the request/ order but thought she might as well accomplish something in her lackadaisical meandering around the halls of Seven Tower. It took her less than a minute to find Maeve's room, the door opening soundlessly.

Did Maeve really not have locks on the door, wait, who was Klara kidding, of course she didn't for so many reasons. Vought would never allow it, so they could always access the rooms, and anyone who broke in that wasn't supposed to be there would find themselves a bloody smear on the polished walls that a cleaning crew would have to get rid of.

Klara intended to go in, announce her presence, deliver the message and leave, but came up short at the rhythmic claps of an ass, presumably Maeve's, getting pounded. That would've been enough to send her sprinting from the room, if not for the words.

"Fuck, Nick, you're getting deep, but your dirty talk really needs work." Maeve exclaimed, a low moan echoing in the room.

"What do you mean? You seem to be enjoying yourself." Nick argued, Klara covering her mouth as she sat on the floor, doing her best not to make a sound.

"Yeah, my pussy hasn't had dick in forever. That's dirty talk, not 'Oh, so good. You're so tight.' You've got one chance to fuck me, and that's the best you've got? No, 'I'm going to fuck you straight' or 'you're going to teach me to worship cock again.'" Maeve egged him on.

"But you're bi." Nick pointed out.

"..."

"Did you really just cum from that?! What next, are you going to cream yourself if we hold hands?" Nick teased, and Klara could feel the blush coming off Maeve.

"Shut up, that wasn't a real one." Maeve reputed as Klara took a chance, peeking around the corner. Thankfully, neither of them saw her, both too preoccupied fighting for dominance.

"Oh, then I should try a little harder." Nick smirked, Klara knew that tone, it was the same one before he used his powers to overload her body.

"Wait a fuUUUUCK! " Klara had a front row seat as Nick grabbed ahold of Maeve's hips, bouncing her on his cock like a fleshlight, her poor ass turning bright red from the rapid-fire impacts.

"Fuck fuck fuck, slow down, fucking slow down, I'm going to break!" Maeve tried to assert control back, grabbing Nick's hands and pinning them over his head, her hair draped around their faces.

"No shot, your pussy is taking me like a pro. You said one-time only, but your hole says it never wants to let go!" Nick shouted, and he had a point, Klara could see the shift nearly instantly, he stilled his hips, but Maeve kept slamming herself down on his cock, eager to feel him inside her.

"Shut up, shut up, shut UP!" Maeve screamed, slamming herself down to the balls, as she twitched on him, any doubts of her orgasm thrown away.

"How... the fuck... haven't you cum yet?" She asked between shuddering breaths. "Homelander would've came already."

"Maybe I'm just used to better?" Almost immediately, Maeve sat up, grinding on him, never once letting less than an inch escape her velvety grip. Once Maeve sat up, her hair fell around her, allowing Nick's shiteating grin to be seen.

A grin that quickly transitioned to clenched teeth as he rolled his head back.

"What's the matter, I'm barely doing anything, and you're already on the edge?" Maeve teased in the most valley girl voice she could manage.

"Of course I am, it feels like you're trying to pull me up by my dick. Oh fuck, you feel amazing, I don't know how Homelander ever got anything down with you around." Nick applauded as Maeve slowed her pace.

"Probably because the asshole was too insecure to let me on top, he you really think he could handle being on the bottom?" Maeve complained, slowly rising to the tip before dropping back down. "I had to lay there like a... limp... dead... FISH! Not that that was hard with him." Maeve snarled, matching each word with a hard clap of her hips.

"His fucking loss!" Nick snarled, taking two handfuls of Maeve's sculpted ass as his balls clenched and jumped, unloading a river of cum into her pussy. It made Klara shiver as she remembered her first time with Nick, how he left her filled like a Windbeutel.

"Jesus, you came like a gallon in me! I'll be dripping for hours now!" Maeve complained, rolling off of him, Nick limp, but still oozing cock fell to the side, a small puddle leaking out of Maeve's creampied quim.

'Look at all that cum! She's letting it go to waste!' Klara tried to ignore the small voice telling her taste it. No amount of Nick's cum was going to convince Klara to eat out another woman. Although she was slowly losing that fight.

Apparently done with their romp in the sheets, Maeve pulled a vape out from a side table, taking a long drag before letting a cloud loose in her bedroom. Then she held it out to Nick, who was sprawled out beside her.

He declined with a wave of his hand, still finding his breath. "No, I don't..."

"Don't what? Vape, smoke, drink. You could afford to let loose a little, it wouldn't kill you." Maeve pointed out.

"It might not, but I don't have to explain it to you." Nick argued, pouting.

"Fine," Maeve allowed, taking another long drag of her vape, "I can see why Stormfront lost interest in your vanilla ass. Bitch is into some crazy stuff, I'm sure."

"Hey, don't talk about her like that." Nick defended as Maeve looked at him with confusion.

"Really, she fucking cheated on you and you're still going to defend her. We both got off talking shit about my ex, but God forbid I mention your crazy ex-girlfriend." Maeve accused.

Nick looked genuinely sad for a moment during her argument before his face hardened, and he turned on Maeve with raised eyebrows. "No, we got off talking about Homelander. I didn't hear you talking about how I ate your pussy better than Elena earlier or are you still trying to convince yourself that if we don't kiss, it's somehow not cheating!" Nick shouted.

Klara had to duck and cover as Maeve's vape went careening past her, leaving a shattered pile of plastic on the far wall.

"That's rich Nick, I didn't see you having any second thoughts about your leather-bound side piece when you were balls deep in minutes ago!" Maeve yelled, rolling off the bed.

"You're right," Nick said, and Klara could hear the energy leave the room, but didn't dare to take a look for fear of being spotted. "She fucking cheated on me! Went behind my back, fucked and sucked Homelander, probably all over the Tower, but you know what, I don't care, she can sleep with him if she wants to, I know she has fantasies, we both do, I just thought... I thought we mattered enough she wouldn't lie about it and treat me like this. I'm not even mad... I'm just lonely." Nick admitted, and Klara felt the silence that followed as Maeve let out a deep breath, her bed creaking as she sat back down, comforting Nick as the electric Supe crawled away, trying her best to deny how familiar Nick's words felt.