The Last Night

I returned to the Lucky Cat Café in the dead of night. The downstairs was silent, the kitchen dark. I moved up the stairs, the wooden steps creaking softly under the weight of my boots.

The main living area was empty. The boys had long since passed out in their rooms.

But a sliver of light shone from under the door of the girls' shared bedroom.

I pushed the door open.

They were waiting.

Honey Lemon and Go Go were sitting on the edge of Honey’s bed. They hadn't changed. They were still wearing the expensive dresses I had bought them. Honey in her yellow silk, Go Go in her black cocktail dress. They looked like fallen angels, beautiful, disheveled, and smelling of the expensive perfume I had picked out and the faint, musky scent of the dinner incident.

When I entered, Honey stood up immediately. Her eyes were red-rimmed behind her pink glasses. She crossed the room in two long strides and threw her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder.

"You came back," she sobbed softly, clinging to me with a **** strength. "I calculated the probability... I thought you might just leave from the hospital."

"I never leave without saying goodbye," I said, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her slightly off the floor. "Especially not to my favorites."

I looked over her shoulder at Go Go.

The speedster was sitting on the bed, her legs crossed. She wasn't crying. She was staring at her hands, her black-painted nails chipping slightly. She looked smaller without her armor, without her bike. She looked... like a girl who had found something she didn't want to lose.

She looked up. Her dark eyes were unguarded. The toughness was gone, replaced by a raw, aching vulnerability.

"You're really going," she stated quietly.

"The job is done, Go Go."

She stood up and walked over to me. She didn't punch my arm. She didn't make a snarky comment. She reached out and took my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine.

"I hate it," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I hate that you made me slow down. I hate that you made me feel... safe. And now you're just taking off."

She leaned her forehead against my chest, right next to Honey.

"Don't go," she begged, a whisper so soft it barely existed. "Stay. Be the wall I crash into every night."

It was the cutest, most honest thing she had ever said. The adrenaline junkie admitting she needed a specialized kind of gravity.

I looked down at them. The tall, brilliant chemist clinging to my neck, and the fierce, loyal speedster holding my hand. They were devoted. They were mine.

But I still had to leave. I wanted to at least give them something to remember.

My body was humming with tension. The encounter with Abigail on the roof - the teasing, the oral that didn't finish, the release I gave her while denying myself - had left me dangerously pent up. I was a loaded weapon with a hair trigger, and I was holding the only two targets that could handle the recoil.

"I have to go," I growled, my voice dropping to a rough, darker timber.

I pulled back, breaking the hug.

They looked at me, confused by the sudden shift in my aura. They saw the hunger in my eyes. The predatory need.

"But not yet," I said. I looked at their dresses. At their lips. At the pulse fluttering in their throats.

"I'm full. And I need to be empty before I get on that ship."

Honey’s eyes widened, a flush rising up her neck. She understood immediately.

Go Go’s breath hitched. She stepped closer, her eyes darkening.

"Use us," Go Go challenged, her voice husky. "Wreck us so we can't chase you."

"That's the plan."

I didn't waste time with foreplay. I grabbed Go Go by the back of her neck and crashed my lips onto hers. It wasn't a kiss; it was a claiming. I bit her lip, hard, tasting copper. I spun her around and threw her onto the bed.

She bounced on the mattress, her black dress riding up her thighs.

I turned to Honey. She was trembling, watching with wide eyes.

"You too," I said. "On the bed."

I stripped off my coat and shirt, revealing the scars and the muscle underneath. I unbuckled my belt, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the small room.

When I freed myself, I was fully rigid, aching, and massive.

The girls gasped. They had felt me, tasted me, and touched me, but seeing me this frustrated, this ready to snap, was different.

I climbed onto the bed between them.

"Go Go," I ordered. "Face down. Ass up."

She obeyed instantly. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, arching her back, presenting herself to me. Her black dress bunched around her waist, exposing the black panties I had torn earlier on the roof.

I didn't remove them. I pulled the fabric aside.

I didn't warn her.

I grabbed her hips and drove into her from behind.

SLAM.

"GOD!" Go Go screamed into the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

I didn't slow down. I couldn't. I pounded into her with ruthless, animalistic ****. I was punishing her for making me care, punishing her for the frustration of the hospital.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Skin slapped against skin. The bed frame groaned under the ****. Go Go was sobbing, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of it. She took every inch, pushing back against me, her body built for endurance finally meeting its match.

"Honey," I snarled, not stopping my rhythm with Go Go.

Honey Lemon crawled over. She was crying, overwhelmed by the sight of her friend being taken so savagely, and **** for her turn.

"Here," she whimpered. "I'm here, Ray."

I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to mine. I kissed her deeply, silencing her cries, while I continued to destroy Go Go from behind.

Then I pushed Honey down onto her back, right next to Go Go.

I pulled out of the speedster with a wet pop. Go Go collapsed onto her stomach, panting, twitching.

I moved to Honey.

She wrapped her long legs around my waist immediately, locking her ankles behind my back.

"Please," she begged. "Hard. Make it a variable I can't solve."

I drove into her.

Honey screamed, a high, clear sound of ecstasy. She was tighter than Go Go, her long canal gripping me like a velvet glove.

I leveraged her height. I grabbed her legs and pushed them back over her head, folding her in half.

I fucked her deep, grinding against her womb. I watched her face contort, her glasses askew, her makeup running. She looked beautiful in her ruin.

"I'm not leaving until you both remember this forever," I told them, sweat dripping from my brow onto Honey’s chest.

I switched again.

And again.

I used them. I treated them like instruments of my pleasure. I made them cry, I made them beg, I made them come over and over until they were delirious.

Finally, the pressure was too much. The denial from the hospital, the adrenaline of the fight, the emotional weight of the goodbye, it all crested.

I pulled Honey onto my lap, facing me, and impaled her on the first thrust. She gasped, wrapping her long legs around my waist, her yellow dress bunching up at her hips.

I grabbed Go Go by the back of her neck. She was kneeling beside the bed, **** to be part of it. I pulled her face close - not to me, but to the junction where my body met Honey’s.

"Watch," I commanded, forcing her to witness the wet, grinding piston of my hips burying into her best friend.

The duality was blinding. The chemist unraveling in my arms, and the speedster **** to spectate, her breath ghosting over my straining skin.

"Take it," I groaned, my hips snapping forward, hitting Honey’s deepest spot.

I erupted.

I poured everything into the blonde.

I filled Honey Lemon with a massive, scalding load, feeling her internal muscles spasm around me, milking the release I had been holding back since the hospital roof. She threw her head back, a silent scream of pleasure tearing from her throat as I flooded her womb.

I didn't stop.

While I was still pulsing, I pulled out of Honey with a wet, sickening pop.

Go Go was right there, her mouth open, hoping for a taste.

I didn't give it to her. I grabbed her by the hair and **** her onto her back on the mattress.

The seal broke. Honey fell back onto the mattress, legs spread wide, her pussy overflowing with my white seed mixed with her own juices. It began to drip down her thigh.

"Don't let a drop go to waste," I snarled at Go Go.

I shoved the speedster's head down between Honey’s legs.

Go Go didn't hesitate. She was starving for it. She buried her face in Honey’s crotch, latching onto her best friend.

Slurp.

The sound was obscene. Go Go drank me out of Honey, licking the overflow, using her tongue to dig deep and clean her friend out. Honey arched her back, sobbing at the double sensation of being filled by me and then emptied by Go Go.

"Oh god," Honey cried, her hands tangling in Go Go’s hair. "Ray... she's... she's drinking it all!"

I watched for a moment, the visual of the two of them bound together by my fluid burning into my memory.

Then, I grabbed Go Go by the hair and pulled her up. Her mouth was wet, her chin glistening with my seed.

I wasn't done marking her.

I dragged my softening cock across her face, then wiped the rest of the fluids onto the expensive black cocktail dress, ruining the silk with a white streak of ownership.

I collapsed backward onto the pillows, my chest heaving.

The room was silent except for the sound of ragged breathing and the soft weeping of two women who had been thoroughly conquered.

Honey Lemon was curled in a ball, clutching her stomach, empty but glowing.

Go Go was kneeling, licking her lips, her dress stained, her eyes staring at me with total devotion.

I lay there for a minute, regaining my strength.

Then, I sat up.

I adjusted my clothes. I buttoned my shirt. I put on my coat.

They didn't move. They couldn't. They were physically wrecked, their muscles jelly, their minds completely blanked by the sensory overload.

I walked to the door.

I looked back one last time.

They were a mess of tangled limbs, ruined silk, and fluids. A masterpiece of dominance.

"Goodbye, girls," I whispered.

"Ray..." Honey croaked, reaching a hand out weakly, her glasses askew.

"Come back..." Go Go whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.

I smiled.

"Be good."

I walked out of the room, down the stairs, and into the cool San Fransokyo morning.

I didn't look back. The Gummi Ship was waiting.

The world was saved. The harem was broken.

And I was empty.