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Honestly, how is there more paperwork involved with a transfer than there was when you first signed on? It hardly helps how you're sitting in a conference room on your own in your new branch going over the third form. The frustration is certainly rising, biting your lip as you furrow your brow at the damn thing.
“There's like, one question different on this one,” you muse aloud, bordering on balling up the remaining forms and tossing them.
For about five seconds, you calm down quickly as you resume filling it out.
That is until the sound of an exhaled breath catches your ear, along with a gulp of air. Turning your head, you spy the intruder, almost impressed by how long she managed to keep hidden. Honestly, kinda hot. Young with short, spiky hair, she doesn't mind flaunting what she's got, wearing a black crop top and ridiculously short, well, shorts. Given she has a silver ring in her belly button, you suspect it's specifically so she can show it off.
“Fuck,” she begins, fishing something from her pocket. A small, blue inhaler, which she gives a strong couple of shakes to. “Were you gonna take all day?”
“Probably,” you admit with ease. “Not like I'll be on the streets no matter how quick I am.”
You watch as she puts the inhaler in her mouth, taking a single, deep breath before breathing easy anew.
“So,” you begin anew as she just stands there. “Should I call you Invisibitch or Courtney?”
You can almost feel her heart skip a few beats, even if she doesn't react otherwise. “How'd you know that?”
Well, you'll probably be working together. At least sharing the same headquarters, so you spill the beans. “Telepathy is my power. Don't worry, you'd notice if I tried finding out anything beyond surface-level.” Probably, you leave unsaid.
It's almost adorable how she whistles in admiration. “It's Invisigal now, but Courtney's fine here.” As if she's known you for a lifetime, she strolls on over, parking her rear on the table beside you and giving you a once over. “So, like, you can mind-control people?”
“Not really,” you confess.
“The fuck does that mean?”
“I can't make anyone do something they don't want to do. Honestly, I'm not sure I like the implications otherwise, either.”
She nods along, humming an affirmation. “Big fat no, then.”
“Sure.”
“How long did you know I was here, then?”
“Whole time,” you answer immediately. “I stopped listening to your thoughts when you imagined-”
“Got it,” she cuts you off, cheeks turning a shade darker. “Creep.”
“I said I stopped,” you remind her, chuckling along with her. “Besides, you were the one being a pervy voyeur. Just crapped out with a boring show.”
“Maybe.” She slides off the table, hands on her hips as she looks at you. “Does that mean you don't want to fuck me?”
“Bad form to get hot and heavy with colleagues,” you explain. It's abundantly clear it isn't a no. Simply a natural way to drop the question.
Courtney disagrees, planting a finger on the paperwork you've yet to fill. When your eyes travel back to hers, she's got the biggest, shit-eating grin you've ever seen.
“Not yet we're not,” she spells it out for you.
By the letter of the law, she's correct, if not the spirit.
Fuck it.
“Alright,” you agree, ready to get to your feet, only for her to lean over you, keeping your wrists pinned to the arms of the chair with her grip.
“My idea, I'm in charge,” she blurts out.
You know damn well it's beyond trivial to break free of her grasp. Given the blood rushing to your crotch; you can let someone else take the reins for once. So, you sit still like a good boy, slightly inclining your head and conceding to her.
She can't hide her surprise this time, pulling a face as she's momentarily stunned. It doesn't last long, hormones taking control as her hands slip from your wrists and land on the hem of your trousers. There's an obvious need behind her almost frantic tugs, slipping them down and revealing your underwear. As if they last much longer, suffering the same fate as your cock springs free.
“Thank fuck you're hung,” she purrs, standing up straight as she licks her lips.
Your throb and ache in desire as you just sit there, watching as she turns around. She doesn't spare you a glance, just shaking her hips as she shimmies her shorts down, letting them hit the floor. Her underwear is little more than a string, almost as if always ready for encounters like these. As if you linger on that fact, suppressing a groan as she slides them down, bending forward just enough to spread and show off her wet folds.
No words, all action, she backs up with gusto. Before you know it, her ass is in your face, only for her to rock her hips and guide herself to your tip. Hot, wet and oh so needy, you finally let loose a moan as she lets you inside.
“Slut,” she taunts, sliding down your shaft with all her might.
Inch by inch she takes you, tight walls splitting all the way until she swallows you to the hilt. Intense is the word, panting as you rest your hands on her hips. A little guidance is all you need, leaving one in place, the other sliding to her lower back as you relish her depths.
“That get you off?” you finally retort, lightly stroking her and earning a hum.
“Nah,” she answers, finally moving. “Your cock might.”
You don't stifle your moans, letting them free as she rises. Every inch has her tight grip slowly relenting, almost freeing herself before slamming back down. Your hands move with her, never leaving her soft, welcoming skin as the slick, wet sounds of flesh on flesh echo all around the room. Along with your groans of delight and her grunts, the world outside these walls may as well not exists.
“Ah, fuck,” she purrs, looking over her shoulder with a look that would sit right at home on a porn-star's face. “Wanna see something awesome?”
“Try me,” you answer after a moment, Courtney mid-ascent as she follows through.
She sucks in a deep breath, her body vanishing entirely. All you can see is your cock twitching and throbbing, surrounded by nothing but air. You know otherwise, still holding her beside the intense grip around your cock. Then, she exhales as she grunts in bliss, chuckling as you're treated to the view of her fine ass all over again.
Seconds turn to minutes as she rides you without pause, both lost in the other's body. Every new descent has you throbbing in delight, ready to spill any second as you hold back. On occasion, she lets you see yourself bordering on that bliss, only to reappear as she chuckles.
Such fun stops when the door suddenly swings open.
Your blood runs cold, cock still craving release as Courtney turns invisible in the blink of an eye. What surprises you is the fact she remains in place, her intense heat still massaging every inch of your cock as you look towards the intruder.
The very woman she fantasized about before. Big, buff and red, she looks as if she'll feel right at home in the depths of Hell. Wearing little but a tight, white tank-top and short jeans that give Courtney a run for her money, she doesn't mind flaunting what she's got. Big tits, bulging muscles, and an obvious hunger in her eyes.
“No fuckin' way,” she muses, the door closing behind her. A little twist of her wrist, and the click of a lock echoes out. “Jackin' it on day zero? Nice.”
Your eyes don't stray from her as she leisurely walks towards you, stopping mere inches from the woman sitting on your cock. The way she leans forward, she must look right into Courtney's eyes. Not that you can focus, the woman in question's thoughts practically screaming into your ear.
“This is so fucking hot,” Courtney thinks, squirming around your cock and causing you to grimace.
“Don't stop 'cause of me,” the newcomer says, smirking. “Give me a good show, maybe I don't tell on you.”
Easier said that done, impossible to grab your cock with Courtney still very much on it. Seconds pass, scrutiny rising just as much as Courtney's need for air.
“Shy? I'll do it for you.”
Your muscles tense, cock quivering as the demonic woman reaches out. You should stop her, but before words can form.
Courtney sucks in a deep breath, suddenly reappearing. How she pants and puffs, looking away from the newcomer. Her cheeks burn dark, sweat lacing her brow as she can't quite talk nor move.
“Holy shit,” the newcomer whispers, standing tall and chuckling to herself. “I mean, wow. Maybe we should call you Invisislut?”
“Please don't,” Courtney half-whispers.
“Alright.” How easily she concedes, even shrugging. “I'll let you earn it.”
Courtney shudders as the demon woman grabs the back of her head, holding her in place with ease as she slides down her shorts. Underwear follows, quicker than Courtney was and showing off her slick, red cunt.
“Malevola,” Courtney whines, only to have her head dragged forward.
Malevola slams her crotch into Courtney's face, grinding herself against her. Muffled protests turn to wet laps of the tongue, a position best found as she gets to work feasting on her cunt. Up and down she moves her head, putting her all into pleasuring the very woman she craved only minutes ago.
“That's my girl,” Malevola praises, bucking her hips ever so slightly with Courtney's movements. “Still got a cock to ride, though.”
It's the boost she needs to get back into action. Slower than before, she rises, barely freeing half of you before slamming back down. You can't help but grunt as you're engulfed anew, pre leaking freely as she rises again. All she can think to do is match her pace, licking up Malevola's folds as she rises, only to dive deep as she slams back down!
She only gets faster and harder as time marches on, Malevola making her slip a tongue inside her and fuck her hole with as much vigour as she takes it. Even you get caught up in the new pace, bucking your hips as best you can and drawing muffled whines from the busy girl stuck between the pair of you.
Alas, you've no chance of outlasting Malevola, even losing to Courtney as you suddenly dig your fingers into her. Holding tight, you let it all loose, moaning like a beast in rut as you force her down on your crotch. Holding her in place, she pants and groans into Malevola's cunt as you shoot the first of many loads deep inside her. Thick, creamy cum pumps into her depths, aiming for her unguarded womb as you thrust with every new load. Seconds feel like minutes as you let her have every last dreg, remaining buried long after you're finished.
Spent and satisfied, your grip on her loosens, turning into soothing strokes. Of course, she's not done, Malevola grinding against her face with renewed vigour.
As it turns out, paperwork takes a lot longer when a horny demon takes control of an impromptu ménage à trois. From filling Courtney's other holes, to servicing Malevola's in tandem; you run through every position known to man, and a few straight from Hell to boot.
What's more, you never actually finish the forms, earning you a scolding for HR. Thankfully, they never find out the true reason why. Though, you get a fair few looks when a random portal pulls you away from missions almost daily...