Sufficient Repayment

He did not pull out.

He took the raincheck from behind, one arm locking across her throat, the other bracing her hip so she could not crawl out from under the question. The carpet still had her prints. His cock was still seated in the mess he had packed her with. He squeezed enough to make the next breath a privilege and asked the office, quietly, whether the invoice was actually closed.

Nefer’s answer arrived in pieces.

Gasps. A wet clench. The shake of a woman who had just been finished and was being asked if finished counted.

“Suffi—”
She swallowed against his forearm.
“Suffice. Repayment— ah— repayment is paid. Information—”
another broken pull of air
“—you can start paying for that now.”

Aether smiled into her hair.

“Then I’ll pay.”

That was when the room stopped being one woman.

Green gathered at the edges of his vision first, like ink dropped in water. Then they were there: specters of Nefer herself, the same body, stripped, faces veiled so the hunger had no polite expression to hide behind. They did not speak. They pushed. Hands on his back. Hands on his hips. A mouth at his shoulder. Another Nefer-shape draping his side, breasts against his ribs, guiding him deeper into the original as if the broker had decided a one-on-one was an inefficient use of a legend.

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She could make a gangbang out of her own skin.

He indulged it.

The first duplicate pressed his ass forward when he would have given the real Nefer a breath. The second found his wrist and put it back on her throat. A third knelt by her head, veiled, and held her hair so the arch stayed ugly and pretty. Aether let them choreograph the payment. He drove into the cunt on the carpet until the wet sound turned sloppy, then sloppier, the creampie from minutes ago worked into a froth while green hands praised him by using him as a tool.

“More,”
the real Nefer got out, barely coherent, eyes unfocused.
“Pay— pay higher—”

He paid higher.

He destroyed her in the specific way she had asked the harbor to try and failed to get: long, punishing strokes that kissed her cervix and stayed there, short ones that made her thighs jump, a grind that milked the last of her dignity out through her mouth. The specters multiplied the contact. Fingers on his chest. A veiled face against his neck. Someone — her, not-her — licking the sweat off his shoulder while he fucked the woman on the floor like the files had been a contract.

She really did love the choking.

He gave her that too, both arms this time, hauling her up into a bow against his chest while the green copies kept his hips from being kind. Her feet scraped carpet and found nothing useful. The color in her face went dark, then darker, that blue edge she kept leaning toward instead of away from. Aether listened, even then, for ledger. It did not come. What came was a broken, ecstatic sound and a clench so vicious it made his vision spot.

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Diabolical.

Her cunt locked on him like it wanted to keep the payment and the man and the air. The climax that followed was not a pretty peak. It tore through her. Her mouth opened on nothing. The specters did not stop him; they pushed him through it, draping his back, forcing the rhythm to stay cruel while she shook and went slack for a few seconds — gone, briefly, eyes rolled, body still gripping him in pulses as if the orgasm had outrun the rest of her.

He did not take the blackout as permission to get stupid.

He eased the arms at her throat the instant she dropped, kept his cock in her, and let the copies hold her up until the spark came back. Nefer dragged in a raw breath, laughed once like she had won something, and immediately pushed her hips back onto him as if passing out had been a footnote.

“Don’t—” she rasped, coherent enough to be greedy, “—don’t you dare call that the end of the purchase.”

The veiled greens agreed without language. They put his hands where she liked them. They folded her down again. They made the one-on-one into a pile of the same woman, and Aether stayed in character because that was the goods: hair, throat, a cunt being ruined on a Curatorium carpet while the original broker came back from a few seconds of nothing and demanded he keep paying.

He fucked her through the return of her pulse. He packed another load against the first because the information had not even started leaving her mouth and her body was already writing receipts. The specters stroked his sides, his back, the flex of him working, a whole room of Nefer using one Nefer as the altar.

When she could make words again they were not the safeword.

They were a price list, gasped into the carpet, and a request that he not stop choking her just because she had the poor manners to faint on his cock.