Three minus one

Victoria's POV

I heard the faint slamming of the door as he left, his scent still lingered in the room almost as stubborn as its owner. She sniffed a bit more and almost vomited. What had happened to him?

Where he used to smell like Vanilla, sadness and a little bit of semen, he now smelled like a mortuary and an abattoir combined. Stinking of blood, wine and cum with a strong hint of death was his new smell. I was almost tempted to just pummel him to death with that bat the first time.

Styles' hand reached over and rubbed my shoulder, that helped. A little. I still didn't know what someone could do to drastically change their odour like that. Could I maybe ask those coalition people?

No! It's not that desperate. It probably won't escalate that quickly, and if it does there's always the option of later swallowing my pride and asking them for help anyway.

I sighed, my life was never simple was it?

As I breathed in again I caught a whiff of it and coughed out. I felt Styles' hand on me again, instead of helping it just pissed me off.

“Ugh, I'm opening a window,” I also needed to get some space and my legs moving. I walked over to the window and pushed it open, feeling the refreshing air of the outside rush in. Say anything about the Styles' family but never say they don't care about their plants. Part of the reason I couldn't stay away from here, It was a nice haven of nature inside of the stuffy town.

“Worried about him too?,” I heard a voice from behind me.

A burning ignited in me, “Of course I am!”

He chuckled, “Don't eat me alive Ma’am, just making conversation”

I scoffed, “You always pick the wrong time to make them”

Another laugh, a bit more genuine this time, “Ouch is this really the time to be attacking your allies?”

“Sometimes I doubt you are Styles, you were holding back my investigation there!”

“Do you blame me? It was pretty weird for me too. First we catch him sneaking around in the bathroom and you're ready to cave his head in. Minutes later and you're ready to gobble him up,” He laughed again at that last part. This retard always found something funny.

I could feel heat running up my face,“ Shut up!, it was just part of the interrogation. You gotta scare the suspect to make them confess”

“Hahaha, sure…”

He kept silent allowing the moment to settle comfortably between us.

After a while he leaned forward and started glancing at me, head bowed, it was that pose he had when he was about to ask something deep.

“Vic…” Underneath his voice there was a certain pleading. He only ever used that tone when talking about his “beloved Harry”

I sighed and turned around, “Yeah?”

Still leaned forward on the couch he was now holding a vape he would occasionally take a drag of. He looked like a wet noodle, soggy with too much water.

“Is- was it r-really Harry?”

I sighed. What did it say about me when all the men in my life were this pathetic. “Yessss”

“Though he smells quite fucking disgusting..” I glanced at the bean bag he was sitting on.

“It's still undeniably Harry, you just need to really get in close and sniff deep to catch it, but yeah”

His face turned red, why was he fucking blushing?!

“Oh… yeah?” To this day he has only asked about my sense of smell once. I didn't tell him nor did I tell him now and he really hasn't pushed me about it. For that I really appreciate.

“Yes!” I shouted back at him.

He flinched at the sound but I didn't pay attention to it, sitting back down and putting my arm around his shoulder making him lean back to relax on the couch. He wasn't the one I would rather be sitting though he was quite fun to pet, it was good enough for now.

“What's more important, is what that dummy is going to be doing at the school at approximately…” I glanced at my wristwatch.

“01:42 am?”

Styles put a finger under his chin and paused, I could almost see him running through all of the possibilities in that big brain of his.

“Isn't it obvious? Why does anyone in our college go there at night?”

My arm gripped the couch, “You mean that scum Toucan?”

He nodded, his brown hair bouncing with the movement, “Yeah…”

“You think he's using?”

“You tell me, you're the one with the nose”

I thought about it for a moment, “Nah he's not, but who knows what that weasel is up to. He could either be giving Harry another service or…”

“Supplying someone else that Harry's getting it for?” Styles finished my thought for me. Good boy, I rubbed his arm a little for that.

I nodded, “That sounds more like Harry honestly. Someone is using him”

And maybe that's who's rubbing their vile scent on my belongings. Tainting the divine odour.

“Ahh, that dumbass. I almost wish he was back at home all the time. At least then he would be safe”

“True, but that's not a life. Though he was very suspicious today you can't deny he had a vigor that he lacked before”

Vigor? I hated when Styles started speaking like that, combined with this stupid talk, I was getting pissed. “Put the next episode on Styles”

“Fine,” He grumbled under his breath knowing the conversation was over, picked up the remote and flicked the show on.

??? POV

This one was my favourite by far.

That smooth tanned skin. The slight abs she had, enough to show that exercise was common for her but soft enough to show she didn't do too much. Those legs that were currently wrapped around my waist tightly, long and with muscled quads. Those big bouncing breasts that he was gripping on for dear life, teasing the wondrous things that were her nipple piercings.

I obviously couldn't last for long, I released for the fourth time that night. Slumping over her half-unconscious form and I breathed out. I didn't need to do that but it felt right to do it right now, it was a nod of respect to this heavenly goddess. I laid my head on her chest feeling her faint heartbeat.

????? was still pumping above me, his meat driving in and out of her mouth at a consistent pace. He could last way longer than me or ?????. It still irked me that me as the youngest brother had the quickest shot. I was supposed to be the leader for God's sake composed and stable but whatever I just understood it as me appreciating the product more and I also recovered the quickest anyway.

So overall, maybe I enjoyed this new life we had more. The wet sounds and gagging was a bit distracting to my rest but I didn't care though this was precious bonding time with my brothers. With us coming to this town recently, it felt like all of us were busy doing everything and anything but spending time together.

I sighed, normally there would be someone in her third hole, the two of us pumping in a beautiful rhythm only family could achieve together. But he wasn't there tonight. ????? never actually bothered to participate these days.

He was always studying and writing one book or the other, which was strange for one thing. Intellectual pursuits were always ?????’s thing. Weird but okay, fine that we could accept, hobbies are important for experiencing the human experience.

Next he refuses to share what he's working on completely. That's even more strange, we always share what the other learns. It's quicker and much more helpful. It strengthens all of us. but fine I wouldn't push him. I am not mother, I have the ability to respect another being’s privacy and autonomy.

The final nail in the coffin is him refusing to join our plundering of these precious College girls. That's fucking sinful!!!

I can tolerate anything but that!, that's the one thing we have as brothers and he just spits on it like that. Fuck and it's not even one of his short tantrums or moods, cause it's been happening for weeks now damnit.

My musings were interrupted by movement. The one underneath me started writhing, I could hear her heart start beating faster and her breathing start to quicken. Shit!

My nails elongated into needle thin points and I gently pierced into her abdomen. I willed my essence and I concentrated, I needed to make it far weaker than I could. I didn't want to take the risk of killing her accidentally and shortening our fun. I poured it in through my nails and carefully watched her vitals.

Breathing a sigh of relief when they started slowing once more but only just. Not too fast or too slow. He should've been here to do this, I'm not as good as this as he is, neither is ?????. He knows this and yet acts so fucking coldly.

I feel an anger at the pit of my stomach growing, and my loins started rising again. I inserted it inside of her again, feeling her warm folds massage me and the slickness of my earlier release, these two combined allowed me a smooth re entry. O I wanted to use her body to calm me down but it only ignited the heat inside me.

I started going at it roughly, gripping her hips and pumping quicker and harder. The exertion made me take breaths not from necessity but from the bubbling feelings.

In and out.

Out and in I went.

Pushing it back in far harder when an errant thrust missed the mark. This was meditation, this was where I collected my thoughts and relieved my stresses. I leaned forward allowing my long tongue to lick all over her body tasting all the different flavours of this girl especially fixating on those pierced tits. I couldn't resist and allowed my fangs to grow, taking a little nibble of her blood. This action brought me past the brink.

The divine feminine once more divested me of my seed and I almost passed out, fuck I could live inside her if I could.

I felt a smile build at the urge of my lips, when a rough tap flicked my forehead. It was ?????, sweating in deep concentration and breathing deeply, he always looked like he was fighting a war when he was doing it. Muscles tensed and in deep focus. Now he was still deep in his work but glancing at me occasionally.

He whispered in my mind, That's how we normally talk. It felt more natural than using these fleshy things they called lips and a tongue. “It's 01:57, you're already late for your meeting with your thrall”

Holy shit! I jumped up feeling my dick suddenly get exposed to the outside, and quickly ran to the other room. This was going to take a while, I couldn't just wear any haphazard clothing I had an image to maintain. Looking at the mess in the room, I groaned, ????? had cleaned it only yesterday and we had already messed it up.

I blame that cunt ????? too busy to clean up after himself. It couldn't be me, the perfect younger brother and leader, nope. I chuckled at my antics and sighed. What was the rush for? Imagine being on time to meet your minion. That would be disgraceful to all supervillains, plus he would be fine. What are the odds of him being attacked twice in the same day?