Fuck, of Course

The air in my bedroom is thick with lust, charged with the kind of raw, sexual electricity that could power a city. Mark's sprawled out on the bed, his naked body a canvas for our debauchery. One of Clonica's clones is straddling his face, her hips grinding against his mouth, while another is on her knees between his legs, her head bobbing eagerly as she sucks his cock. The sounds of wet, sloppy pleasure fill the room, mingled with Mark's muffled moans.

On the side of the bed, two more clones of Clonica are wrapped around each other, their naked bodies pressed tight in a heated make-out session. Their hands roam freely, exploring each other with an intensity that's fucking captivating.

And me? I'm right by Mark's side, my own enlarged tits—thanks to a little shapeshifting—pressed against his arm, brushing against his skin with every breath I take. Sienna, that diligent little minx, is nestled between my thighs, her tongue working me over with a fervor that's got me biting my lip to keep from screaming.

Pleasure rips through me as Sienna's relentless tongue brings me to climax. I'm panting, my body still quivering with the aftershocks when I hear Mark's breath hitch. It's the cue we'd all been waiting for. The Clonicas immediately swarm to him, their circle tight around his throbbing cock. They take turns, their tongues flicking over the head, their hands a blur of movement as they stroke him, each one eager to coax out his release.

Sienna glances at me, a hint of **** in her eyes. I lock eyes with her, my gaze stern. "Do as you're told," I remind her firmly. She's not under Mark's spell, but she answers to me, and I intend to make damn sure she follows through on what he, what we, want. She nods, understanding her place, and joins the circle.

As the six of us – Sienna, the Clonicas, and I – focus on the task at hand, Mark finally tips over the edge. His cum jets out, thick ropes that we play up for all it's worth. We make a show of it, our laughter and moans mixing as we share and savor his release, ensuring it's a spectacle hot enough to sear into anyone's memory.

Merging back into one, Clonica stands there, glistening with sweat, the very image of debauched satisfaction. She lets out a throaty chuckle and throws us a look that’s pure sin. “Fuck, I've still got a whole list of dirty positions we haven't tried yet,” she says, her voice thick with promise.

As Sienna gets off the bed, there's a flash of annoyance flickering across her face, but it's quickly masked by compliance. She's here for me, after all, and whatever I want, she's going to deliver. Clonica, catching that same look, grins and asks her, "Heading for a shower?" Without waiting for an answer, she adds, "Come on then, I don't usually do girls but I'm in the mood to see how well you can wash my back." Sienna's eyes light up with a mix of relief and anticipation at the prospect of maybe getting her own release.

Left in the room with Mark, I watch him, still catching his breath on the bed. I let out a low, satisfied smirk. "So, are you happy with how things turned out?" I ask him, my voice a purr of dark amusement.

He nods, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, I am," he replies, then his eyes meet mine, a new depth to his gaze. "But what about you, Kat? Are you?"

I open my mouth to give him the usual line about my desires being nothing but a reflection of his. But I stop, the words catching in my throat as I actually consider his question. It's a surprise to even myself when I admit, "You know what? The last few days have been more fun than I've had in years. If the ray's effects were to wear off…" I trail off, my mind racing with the implications. "I… I might actually miss this. Hell, I might even ask to be zapped again." I shake my head, a wry grin tugging at my lips. "Although, I'm not in any position to know for sure. Life's a fuckin' rollercoaster, isn't it?"

Mark's laugh is genuine and it eases the tension in the room. "I'm terrified of actual rollercoasters," he admits, "but this one? I'm all in."

I can't help but tease him, "Yeah, you must be, landing a harem of supers like us. You're one lucky nerd."

He scoffs, tossing a pillow my way, "Hey, no shame in my game. Being a nerd is my superpower."

I wince, realizing my jab might have stung deeper than intended. I'm about to make amends when his question catches me off guard. "You ever get into any of this nerd stuff? Battlestar Galactica?"

I grin, playing along. "I'd love to check it out."

But he's not buying it, his frown deepening. "Because I want you to, or because you'd actually enjoy it?"

I pause, the answer not as clear-cut as I thought. The silence stretches until he groans, rising from the bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Naked and conflicted, I stand and rush after him, shifting into that 'perfect girlfriend' look we'd decided on earlier—short red hair, green eyes, and freckles.

"Mark," I call out, my voice now dripping with that sweet, honey-like quality. "Whether it's the ray speaking or not, making you happy makes me happy. So why worry about the why?" I give him a playful wink, letting him know that, for now, his desires are my desires.

I watch Mark's shoulders slump as he tries to express the whirlwind of emotions he's grappling with. "I mean, I've had the most incredible sex with the most powerful and beautiful women in town," he confesses, his voice a mix of wonder and concern. "But at the end of the day, you're all here because of that damn ray. You don't love me by choice."

I chew on my lip, considering his words before replying. "You know, I think I might actually love you anyway, even without the ray's effect." It's a bold statement, and I'm not entirely sure where it comes from.

Mark scoffs, his skepticism written all over his face. "Come on, Kat. Without the ray, you wouldn't have given me a second glance. And let's not forget, you're into women. At best, we'd be friends—platonic friends."

We're in the thick of our disagreement when Sienna and Clonica step out from the bathroom, their smiles wide, especially Sienna's, who seems to radiate post-orgasmic bliss. They pause, sensing the tension in the room. Mark's gaze flickers toward them before he shakes his head, "I need some time alone," he mutters and starts to leave.

Sienna, ever the outspoken one, can't help but comment. "Always so dramatic, isn't he?"

Before she can finish, Clonica and I simultaneously give her a silencing glare. "Not another word," I warn her, my loyalty to Mark, ray-induced or not, kicking in. "He's had a lot to process, and we should respect that." Sienna's mouth snaps shut, and she nods, understanding the unspoken rule between us—Mark's well-being comes first.

Clonica, with her usual lack of filter, chimes in, her voice dripping with crude humor. "Our situation might seem more fucked up than Mark's, but at least our brains are wired to accept it without all that moral hand-wringing. All we gotta worry about is keeping his dick happy," she says with a snort. "Meanwhile, Mark's gotta deal with the fact he's got three hot pieces of ass at his beck and call."

Sienna pipes up, a playful smirk on her lips, "Well, only two, technically." She looks at me, her eyes glinting with mischief.

I can't help but laugh, a mix of frustration and amusement bubbling up inside me. "Two and a half, I'd say. Since I'm under his spell, and you're under mine, Sienna. That makes you at least partially his hot piece of ass," I explain, the absurdity of the situation not lost on me.

Sienna's sigh is heavy with resignation as she nods, her ever-present desire to please me overriding any ****. "Is there anything you want me to do right now? Something that's not coming from Mark?" she asks, her gaze searching mine for an answer.

I can't help but feel a spark of irritation at her attitude when it comes to Mark. But then, an idea strikes me—a way to assert my control and maybe get a little sweetness back into the situation. "Yeah, actually," I say with a smirk. "There's this shop down on Fifth, 'Sugar Rush Confections'. Go fetch me some of their sea salt caramel truffles, will you? Like a good assistant." I watch as her demeanor shifts, the task not dictated by Mark making it all the more appealing to her.

With a nod and a much brighter smile, Sienna heads off to get dressed and complete the errand. I turn to Clonica, whose smirk mirrors my own. "How are you holding up?" I ask her, genuinely curious about her state of mind.

Clonica's response is as blunt as ever. "Same as you, Kat. Fucked up situation, but hey, at least we're getting off." We both chuckle at that.

Clonica's communicator buzzes again, and she hesitates, giving me a look that screams she's out of her depth. My eyebrow arches in surprise as she admits it's the second time it's rung today, and she's unsure if she should answer it.

"Jesus, Eun, the last thing we need is to rouse suspicion. Answer it," I say, a hint of panic edging my voice. "You have to act as you normally would, or it'll look off."

Clonica snorts, her tone laced with her typical vulgarity. "Well, it's not every day I play fuck-doll to some random dude," she retorts. But I'm not in the mood for her jokes.

"Cut the crap. This is serious," I snap back. When she sees the gravity in my eyes, she pauses, mulling it over.

"Should I… go ask Mark what to do?" she muses aloud, but I'm already shaking my head.

"No, just go," I insist, remembering the conversation I had with Mark. "He said to keep things normal."

Without another word, Clonica splits into two. One clone stands there, still wrapped in a towel, while the other is suddenly stark naked. My cheeks flush despite myself, and I can't help but steal a glance at her toned, bare figure.

The naked clone winks at me, a devilish grin on her face. "I'll stick around for Mark," she says, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Lucky for us, I can be in two places at once."

With that, the towel-wrapped clone heads off to get dressed and play the hero, leaving me with her naked counterpart.

Mark keeps to himself all day, holed up in my bedroom—I guess it's his now. I respect his need for space, even if the silence from that part of the lair feels heavy, like a storm cloud hanging overhead.

Sienna and I fall back into the rhythm of our day-to-day work, monitoring the criminal underworld, liaising with the authorities, and keeping the streets clean from scum. She's focused, typing away at her computer, while I scan through the latest reports, the glow of my goggles casting a blue tint on the papers.

The Clonica who stayed behind shifts restlessly between assisting us and lounging around the lair. I catch glimpses of her sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels, or raiding the fridge, a look of boredom etched on her face. She's like a caged tiger, all that power and nowhere to burn it off.

"Anything on the radar?" Sienna asks, breaking the quiet that's settled between us.

I shake my head, "Nah, it's been quiet. Too quiet."

She nods, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. "The calm before the storm?" There's a hint of excitement in her voice, the thrill of the unknown.

"Always is," I reply, my eyes never leaving the screens. "Always is."