Unreasonably well

Tali had spent a week at the hideout of the Brotherhood so far. It was as as bad as Raven said it was. It was dank and musty, and permanently smelled... wrong. It got unbearably cold in the night and for some reason Erik only allowed them to go up on the island for an hour every day.

It was made worse by the fact that both of Tali's Moms were rarely with her. Irene couldn't stand the place and barely stayed for a day while Raven went back out on her clandestine missions, leaving Tali all alone.

Well, not really all alone. There were still plenty of people to spend time with... not that Tali liked them anyways. Erik had tried forcibly spending time with her, repeatedly inviting her to his room so he could preach his bigoted ideals to her, something Tali slowly began to call off after each meeting steadily started feeling weirder, with Erik showing up in less and less clothing until he was sitting in front of her, holding her hands and trying (and failing) to hide his lecherous glances at her breasts.

Mortimer Toynbee was equally as bad, if not worse. At least Erik had the gall to speak to her. Mortimer would stalk her from the ceilings, the vents, anywhere. Tali would constantly catch glances of him, even once seeing his slobbery tongue trailing through a vent while she was showering. Every time she went near him though, he would scurry off.

Fred Dukes was probably the worst of the lot, unabashedly trying to get into Tali's pants. He kept inviting her for 'gym sessions' where he'd egocentrically flex his bench pressing and mansplained everything to her. THe worst was when she'd go. Whenever she'd do squats, Fred would line up behind her under the pretense of 'spotting' her, in reality an excuse for him to touch as much of her as he could, unashamedly rubbing himself against her. It was terrible. His breath was rancid, his skin pasty and despite his enormous size, the few times Tali felt it, he had a shrimp dick.

Perhaps the only person whose advances Tali didn't mind were those of John St. Clair, or Pyro, solely for the reason that he was relatively attractive. His flirting skills were busted, but Tali found him... amusing.

Of course, Tali betrayed none of these emotions. She obediently sat through every one of Magento's lectures, never confronted Mortimer about his peeping antics and still went to the gym with Fred, sans the lifting sessions.

In fact, Tali felt a brief sense of enjoyment at all the attention she was receiving. Not because they were attractive, but because she knew they'd worship her. She'd beaten off so many times in the night to the thoughts of these men submitting to her. Sometimes it was Erik finally shutting up, **** on her cock. Other times it was Mortimer, finally proving what the hell he was good for by using that incredibly long tongue of his worming up her pussy and pleasing her G-spot. Sometimes it was Fred Dukes, pathetically bent over a Smith Machine while Tali pounded his filthy asshole, his immense flab jiggling comedically with every thrust. A guilty pleasure was Pyro, the only one she could imagine fucking her, but she was in control, the cocky bitch mewling in pleasure below her.

But she wasn't here for them. She was here for two people specifically, two people who fortunately were honestly quite fun to hang out with.

Tali had instantly clicked with Pietro, and she surprisingly didn't even have to change herself as much as she expected to in order to befriend him. While at times she did have to titter adoringly at his decisively unfunny jokes, and sometimes she had to let him mansplain a few things, but otherwise he was easy to get along with.

It had taken a while for Wanda to open up, but when she did, it was beautiful. Wanda was quiet and shy, and that was probably in part to her innate fear of the IMMENSE potential she did as a result of her powers, something she seemed to understand, though not as good as Tali did. Tali had been informed Wanda was the prime target- in some of her more vivid visions, Irene had witnessed Wanda take over the world, enslave civilizations and even fracture and bend reality to her liking.

So far though, she was just a quiet, lactose intolerant Sokovian girl who enjoyed watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine and gossiping over fashion.

But most importantly, they were THIRSTING for Tali. Pietro was impossibly easy- he'd wanted her from the moment he'd seen her, and all it had taken was a few sultry touches here and there and now nearly every time she makes contact with him she's hit with visions of him violently jerking off. Tali had even surreptitiously had caught Pietro hard in her presence.

Wanda had taken a bit of a while to warm up to her- to be honest, Tali was still unsure if Wanda would even go for her. Was she a lesbian? Destiny's assurances didn't seem to bode well with her. To her surprise, the way to Wanda's heart, and subsequently her pussy wasn't through her body, but through her words- a welcome change from the other horndogs on the island.

It had just taken some collective nerding out about her favorite TV shows and a hell lot of gassing up the beautiful, yet frankly criminally under-appreciated Sokovian beauty . And Tali had been rewarded just two days ago with a vision of Wanda rubbing her pussy, whimpering her name adorably.

And today morning, Tali had received the go-time text. It was time to bag some twins.