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Velvette didn't understand how people could connect. She hadn't understood it on Earth, nor in the treacherous abyss that was Hell, where it was assumed that those closest to you would be the first to stab you in the back.
She couldn't tell if it was pure masochism or stupidity, but she possessed neither.
You learned early to be independent when you had no one to rely on; when your mother was a controlling alcoholic and your father a lunatic who couldn't even hold a candle, let alone his own child.
She had learned to detest the psychological weakness of that sneaky, tearful woman. Her pleas to her husband, and her fury as she blamed Velvette for his escape.
She had learned that sensitive people were also detestable, and that the only way to avoid pity was to appear invincible. Which wasn't difficult, because she truly believed herself invincible.
How else could she have purposefully entered the enviable partnership of the two most powerful sinners in Pentagram City?
Velvette was more than a brilliant addition, more than the icy touch of modernity in a static, rotting lava. She was their most precious treasure.
And they were... Well, they were old.
No matter how hard Val tried not to appear that way, adorning his heteromorphic body with furs and sequins, and Vox proclaimed himself brand new, they were unspeakably abject and incomprehensible.
Or perhaps she was incomprehensible to them. She had already caught them looking at her: Valentino with lust and barely concealed curiosity, Vox with the terrifying annoyance he let emerge when faced with things beyond his control.
If they had tried to study her, they would have been disappointed by her stubborn intention not to utter a word too much, to exist only as a star.
She would have expected a shared mindset, but no, those two old men had gradually abandoned formality to make way for whatever revolting relationship they now embraced. One that made her stomach and nose churn when she returned to the tower and encountered the now familiar pungent smell of sex: sweat, humidity, and bodily fluids.
Disgusting.
A good example was that stormy, yet warm, evening—at least it wasn't acid or screaming rain—when Velvette crossed the threshold, dripping and in a bad mood, after an afternoon spent reworking some sketches that she had discovered didn't suit her models at all.
A good designer knew how to construct masterpieces around the scant human material she had and fill every gap with a pencil stroke, but she still got irritated after trying in vain to fit an overly pretentious sheath dress under Melissa's fresh-faced face.
She had the ambitions and vision of a fucking diva, but she felt so limited by those bitches.
She would surely complain to Vox, until he forced Valentino to give her one of his actresses. The idea didn't thrill her, but those women had curves and expressiveness.
Before she could even nervously slam the door and assess the extent of the damage the rain had inflicted on her tight-fitting crop-top, the voices of those two nuisances traveled through the corridors and towards her.
«Bebé, ¿estás en casa? Why don't you come here, cariña? We left you some room.»
Valentino.
Velvette frowned and stood capriciously in front of the full-length mirror in the entryway, separating the wet strands of her bangs with the tips of her nails.
She hated his smarmy advances, but never as much as she hated messy hair.
She heard giggles and the faint movement of silk sheets, and despite herself, she imagined the mess those two must be wreaking in their bedroom, whose door they hadn't even closed.
Both naked, Valentino's wings spread and still, their long legs tangled.
«Fuck you. You smell like cum» she muttered through gritted teeth and hurried to retrieve her designer bag.
Who knew why they enjoyed torturing their younger colleague like that, teasing her as if they could actually have her.
Because they wanted her, and they had made it very clear over the past few months.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought of those two middle-aged men shamelessly drooling over the nineteen-year-old they had welcomed into their home.
«But, princesita, we smell like this because we've been thinking en ti so much, ¿sabes?» the damned moth chanted again, while Vox's voice, low and indistinguishable, took on a peremptory, warning tone.
Velvette assumed he was scolding Valentino for his indiscretion and couldn't decide who was the more pathetic of the two, the dynamic sex maniac or the manipulative sex maniac.
«Velvette, dear, do you want to tell us how your day went?» Vox asked, in an attempt at kindness that Velvette could only consider cunning.
Her face was burning, her mouth twisted in a grimace of anger. The thought of them being hot and comfortable while she was soaking wet made her mean and jealous, but she couldn't have said why.
Without another word, she walked briskly toward her room and disappeared into the hallway, hearing Valentino's honeyed, disappointed grumble fade, lulled by Vox's hopeful consolations.
Light filtered through the crack under the wooden door to Vox and Valentino's bedroom, when this was hesitantly opened, casting a golden beam across the polished floor. Inside, the space was dark, except for the moon's forgiving glow, which intimately exposed their forms beneath thin bed linen.
Valentino was sleeping soundly, both pairs of arms draped over Vox's bare chest, while Vox was alert, tracing imaginary circles on the purple skin of his shoulder blade.
He immediately met Velvette's wide, liquid gaze, and she felt him hold his breath.
She had walked to their room barefoot and in a thin nightgown, looking more like a spirit than a demon.
It wasn't the first time she'd lost her mind after waking up in the middle of the night, fresh from a nightmare in which her mother forced her to starve for those stupid beauty pageants, or threatened to tear her to pieces for ruining her life, those clawed hands wrapped around her throat.
Velvette hated feeling vulnerable, but it was always in that room that she intruded whenever she did, as if sleep were only conceivable by their side.
She tightened her grip on the doorknob and stared at the floor, her long lashes fluttering dramatically over her cheekbones. No matter how sad she was, she remained so graceful it stung.
«Velvette...» Vox muttered softly, sitting up in bed and removing Valentino's arms—who snorted in his sleep—from his body.
She planted her feet more stubbornly, unable to bear the weight of that languid gaze on her barely silk-covered body.
The white starlight highlighted her slight curves, and Vox's virtual irises were moving precisely over them, a small static flicker at the tips of his antennae.
Her chest trembled. She so wanted to throw herself into their arms, when only a few hours ago she would have fought nails and tooth to keep them away.
If not with her family, with whom could she afford to be inconsistent?
«Princess... Come here, don't be shy» Vox whispered again, staring at her without turning the screen an inch and patting the mattress as an invitation. He acted cautiously, like a man trying to approach a wild and wary kitten.
Velvette glanced at Valentino, who was still peacefully asleep and visibly undressed, just like his colleague. Luckily, the covers hid them from her view from the waist down. She kept her head down and ventured a few steps toward the bed.
«You'd better put something on, or you'll get slapped.»
Vox nodded absentmindedly and grabbed a pair of blue boxers with a hammerhead shark print from the pile of clothes stacked at the foot of the bedside table, then slipped them on discreetly without lifting the sheet.
Velvette pretended to be distracted, counting the fringes of the carpet while he leaned over Valentino and shook him gently, intent on rousing him from his sleep. The tower was surrounded by maximum security and soundproof, otherwise she wouldn't have heard his plea to the pimp.
«Don't fret, but open your eyes and put on your underwear. Velvette is here.»
His voice trembled slightly when he said her name, and Valentino's eyelids fluttered upward, opening to the soft light of the night and the anxious sighs of the girl standing in the center of the room.
He sat up in a sonorous shuffle of cloth and limbs, then hastily made himself decent, as Vox had before him. He wasn't wearing glasses, and the slits in his face seemed impossibly small. Velvette imagined he could barely make out her figure, but that didn't make him any less inclined to pay her attention.
«Muñequita» he whispered in her direction with a sweetness that sent a treacherous shiver down the girl's spine.
Vox placed a sharp hand on his arm, perhaps to restrain him, or perhaps to share his dismay.
«Why is she here?» the moth asked Vox, as he continued to stare at her, eager to capture even the smallest detail.
Velvette slowly climbed onto the bed, the mattress tilting under the trio's weight. She began to crawl in their direction, clearly shaken.
«I think she woke up from a nightmare. Is that so, Vel?» He tilted his screen in her direction, illuminating the frightened shadows in her eyes.
She nodded slowly, and he confirmed it to Valentino.
Valentino unconsciously reached out and grabbed her as if she were a real doll, placing her between their bodies and smoothing the silk over her hips.
The slowness in his manner and words still betrayed the sweet drowsiness he had had to part with for her sake.
«I can comfort her» he murmured behind her ear, then placed an open-mouthed kiss just below it.
Velvette trembled and sighed, petrified. Her back pressed against Valentino's slender chest, while her bewildered gaze was a hand's breadth away from Vox's screen, which pulsed with a unique, dim radiance.
«Val... Don't scare her» he retorted, intimate and authoritative, before spreading his fingers on the younger girl's side.
She felt surrounded, torn between two empty-stomached snakes with no way out. But she was so hurt, so alone, that even their company seemed desirable.
After all they had wanted her, even before her biological parents.
And when Hell had joked about it and started calling them her homosexual adoptive fathers, they had responded by improvising a full-blown adoption procedure and flaunted her as someone to be proud of, rather than ashamed.
It had been unexpected, but it was the closest thing to love she had ever known.
«What's she wearing?» Valentino continued, and she opened her eyes, which she had unconsciously closed, lulled by their body heat and the deep embrace of their dragged voices.
The moth was still feeling the fabric of her pajamas, squeezing and caressing the smooth flesh beneath, reverently tracing the joints of her body.
Velvette didn't move, but raised her face to Vox, showing only to him how much those caresses had softened her.
His screen glitched for a moment, then he placed a hand over his companion's and slowly guided it over the docile expanse of her body.
«She's wearing one of the nightgowns you gave her for her recent photo shoot, when you said you wanted to spoil her. It's almost transparent, pale pink, pure silk, and has a little bow just below the collarbones.»
His voice trembled as he leaned down to smell her hair, immediately pressing his lips—if he had lips—to her head.
«She's beautiful, Val.»
She felt his fingers tighten around her and the bed sink beneath the thickening tangle of flesh.
«Hostia puta» Valentino cursed, placing his palm in the center of her stomach and then sliding it upward to the bow Vox had mentioned.
He tugged gently and undid it, then lowered one of her straps.
Velvette held her breath, feeling suddenly warm and winded. Vox groaned hoarsely.
«You can't do that. You have to ask for her permission first» he complained, but the demon's invasive hand had already slipped under the cups of her bra and was squeezing her as he breathed on her neck.
«Mi dulce niña... Don't worry, Papito's here to clear your head of those bad thoughts. Let me feel how much you like being comforted like this» he moaned, massaging one of her breasts, his thumb circling her areola before teasing her hard nipple, under Vox's spellbound gaze.
Velvette turned and partially buried her face in the pillows, whimpering slightly. A lock of hair fell on her cheek, and Vox quickly brushed it away, caressing her small, round face.
At least he seemed to be trying to maintain a modicum of etiquette, even if there was very little of it in the way he watched Valentino's hand move over her small tit.
«You can tell us what you dreamed about, if you want. Daddy will listen» he said softly, brushing her earlobe with his fingertips.
She shook her head, and he nodded.
«Okay» he swallowed.
Velvette let out another low sigh as Valentino pinched her nipple with two fingers.
Vox stared wide-eyed.
«Okay. Then let us take care of you» Vox panted and further exposed her chest, taking the other breast into his mouth.
She moaned and instinctively arched her back as Vox's knee slipped between her thighs. Her nightgown felt too flimsy, too weak against the two men's heated assault.
The tips of her breasts glistened like onyx under the soft glow of Vox's screen, hard and wet with saliva. Her small sternum contracted with every touch, creating dips that their hands were drawn to.
Vox managed to slide his leg completely between hers. He feared the entire infernal circle would short-circuit when his bare skin brushed against the dampness between her thighs, contained only by her cotton panties.
«Oh, baby...»
Velvette no longer dared to meet their gazes, stifling her whines—which grew louder as Vox's fingers traced the line marked at the center of her underwear, sliding up and down her slit and only occasionally applying light pressure to the most sensitive spots—into the pillow.
Valentino's second right hand returned to her stomach, but this time it traveled southward. It completely covered her slightly accentuated belly and then cupped her mound, his middle finger barely touching the spot where Vox was already teasing her.
He smiled against her ear.
«You naughty girl. We've been crazy about you for months, imagining all the ways you could satisfy us, and yet, as usual, you let yourself be spoiled. You lay still and tremble como una deliciosa virgencita.»
He slid his unspeakably long tongue into her ear, and she gasped, instinctively pulling away from the wet intrusion. Valentino chuckled and slipped two fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging lightly.
Velvette couldn't control herself. Not her body, not her tongue. She bit her lower lip violently and stifled another moan, her head spinning.
«But I am» she sighed.
The world seemed to stop, and so did their hands. Valentino gripped the edge of the only garment separating them from the object of their desire as if he were feeling for the wire he needed to cut to defuse a bomb. Vox seemed unsure whether he should pull his arm away or not.
She could have sunk into that silence, made of held breaths and glances that flew over her head but never reached her. It was somehow more tense than all the liberties they had taken in the last few minutes.
Vox was the first to meet her eyes, and the first to speak.
«Vel, darling» he began, honeyed and sickening like butter.
«Have you never gone beyond foreplay with anyone?» a tentative, an involuntary spasm of his antennae when she didn't respond.
Another curse in Spanish left Valentino's almost compressed lips.
If embarrassment could have made her smaller, she would have disappeared into the bed's folds. The line of Vox's mouth quivered, unsteady, and his screen went blank for a moment.
«Have you never gone beyond kissing, then?»
His voice was as tight as a violin string, but she didn't answer this time either.
Valentino's breathing was deep and uneven on the back of her neck, more threatening than an axe planted on her heartbeat.
«...Not even a chaste kiss on the lips, a little clandestine peck within the school walls?» Vox inquired further, the word "error" flashing briefly across his face.
She tried to shake her head, mortified, but she felt Valentino grab her chin and had to gasp for air, because his mouth soon swallowed hers.
«Quit teasing. Give me your boquita, pequeña» he growled.
Velvette had time to breathe one last time before being kissed fiercely by the demon, as impetuous and careless as he had been from the beginning. Her eyes widened and she watched a flash of frustration cloud Vox's screen, feeling her bones chill.
«You have to be fucking patient, Val. She's not one of your whores» he insisted through clenched teeth, pressing the sharp tip of his finger against her panties.
The girl felt her eyes water, but Valentino didn't stop violating her throat with his tongue, determined and tireless. She shrugged, swallowing sweet liquids until he finally separated from her with a loud pop. His mouth seemed hungrier, his teeth sharper and more venomous.
«She's a virgin, Vox.»
Vox narrowed his gaze, catching the urgency in his voice.
«So I heard.»
Valentino glared at him.
«Let me be the first to...»
«Fuck, no» Vox hissed, rubbing insistently where her panties clung to her swollen clit.
Velvette whimpered, but he didn't stop holding her.
Valentino looked like a prisoner who'd just been denied rec time.
«I'm so hard, amorcito, please...»
His throbbing erection pressed against Velvette's back, from her tailbone to her lumbar vertebra, and she felt sick.
Vox laughed bitterly and grabbed the young woman's hips, shaking his head.
«So am I.»
A strangled moan emptied her lungs as he lowered his boxers and her panties simultaneously and pressed his wet tip right into the center of her folds, undeniable and insistent.
Valentino didn't look pleased at all, but he could only stare at the spectacle between his colleague's thighs.
Velvette had never wondered about her partners' genitals (and why would she? She wasn't a slut), but she would have expected Vox's cock to be metallic and cold, like his face and his claws. However, it looked remarkably human, made of blue flesh.
«You already had her lips, Val, you should have thought of that.»
When even that wasn't enough to cool Valentino's blind fury, Vox leaned over her and grabbed him with one hand, planting his mouth on his.
Velvette remained frozen under the kiss, both because it was the first time a scene like that made her legs tremble, and because Vox had shifted and in doing so he had pushed his tip against the girl's throbbing entrance, already on the verge of swallowing his head.
Vox moaned against Valentino's lips, his eyes swarming with barely contained desire, and released him with incredible slowness.
«Listen to me, love... Next time we'll do that thing you like so much, but right now Daddy really, really needs to fuck this virgin cunt» he whispered sluggishly, and Valentino nodded as if hypnotized.
Velvette was too distracted by the constant pressure against her entrance and her own growing wetness to confirm he hadn't actually used hypnosis.
«Vox...» she called, hearing her voice crack, and in an instant he was beside her again.
Valentino on her back, Vox between her legs, his erection still kissing her opening.
How could she had said no to this?
She whimpered as the demon leaned closer, guiding his pelvis to hers and aligning their bodies.
«Vox, I...»
His screen shifted from blue to dark red, casting the room into a deeper darkness, and he leaned in to kiss her more gently than Valentino had done.
«Quiet, baby. Daddy's here... spread your legs so he can make you feel good.»
Every sound was suspended, every second destined to last forever.
Then, suddenly, time moved faster and everything happened quickly: Velvette spread her thighs, Vox slowly pushed his hips against hers until he buried his cockhead inside her warmth. Only a few inches, but it was enough to stimulate her walls, which tensed and squeezed him deliciously. Vox moaned and gripped her wrist, holding her still as he pushed more inches inside her, little by little.
Valentino licked his chapped, dry lips, aching with pleasure at the sight.
«You could have at least prepared her, amor. This way you'll hurt her» he observed softly, wiping away a drop of saliva from the corner of Velvette's open mouth that must have been trapped there after Vox's kiss.
Vox tried to regulate his instincts, his gaze clouded with concern and mad lust.
«I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry» he said to Velvette, but she shook her head, choking back a strangled cry before it could emerge.
She grabbed Vox's shoulder with one hand and pulled him closer, sinking half his length into her pussy.
«Save your pity for another suckling, asshole, and fuck me.»
Vox finally slid all the way inside her in a single, sinuous thrust. He began to move with purpose, slowly at first and then harder, anchoring himself to her slender hips.
«So wet... My sweet girl» he mumbled, as Valentino hovered on her chest and sucked her erect, dark nipple again.
«Ella es muy buena, she takes it even when her body isn't ready» Valentino sighed against her skin, his calculating eyes watching her nod with conviction.
«Y-yes... Give it to me, please, I can take it» she whimpered, urging Vox to increase his speed in response.
He watched her, enraptured, ecstatic, completely beside himself with the girl's unwitting gift to his endless hunger. Valentino saw his lover move with an ever-increasing pace inside her and smiled, adjusting her legs to make room.
«I wonder if...» He didn't finish the sentence, but he rested his neglected and now bare cock on her full entrance, forcing Vox to slow down in shock.
«¿Tú también quieres esto, nena?» he whispered, making both his colleagues shiver.
Velvette stared at him, and Vox did the same, two pairs of eyes fixed on his sly smile.
«Val, this is madness, wait for your turn. Surely she can't—»
«Yes.»
Both men looked down at her, frozen and expectant.
Velvette's lips were still parted, her usual lucidity clouded by the sexual desire to satisfy their appetites and at the same time to know what it felt like to be part of something.
Their love was a living organism, and she wanted to be devoured by it at all costs.
«Yes?» Valentino repeated, pressing harder next to Vox's cock.
«Yes, please» she replied.
The penetration was slow and cautious, no less painful than expected. But when they both found themselves surrounded by the same welcoming heat, they had the impression that the difference between Hell and Heaven wasn't as vast as the angels tried to make them believe.
This time, Valentino moved first, followed closely by Vox. They synchronised, pushing into her body side by side and stretching her like they never thought possible.
«F-fuck...» she whimpered, immersed in the surreal sensation of feeling her body torn apart in a way far more pleasurable than she was used to.
Vox responded to her call by tenderly kissing the tip of her nose. She took a deep breath and curled her toes.
«It feels so good, I never want to say no again...»
Valentino smiled and kissed her neck, chasing his impending orgasm with increasingly frantic thrusts.
«So you won't be throwing tantrums anymore?» he drawled, and she shook her head.
«Of course I will!»
Vox laughed and buried his face in the other side of her neck, focusing on the fullness forming at the base of his cock. After a few more thrusts, he pushed himself as deep into her pussy as he could and came profusely, followed by Valentino and Velvette. The three Vees panted, trying to recover from that agonizing fall, and exchanged slow, wet kisses.
«It'd be disappointing if it weren't so; we don't wish to change you. You're adorable just the way you are, you impossible little girl» Vox said, his lips clinging to the corner of her mouth, and Valentino brought a hand down to playfully slap! her full, aching pussy, eliciting a moan from her.
«Justo así. Papi loves everything about you.»
Vox laughed, and Velvette tried to do the same, despite her teary eyes.
It wasn't masochism, and it wasn't stupidity.
She didn't know yet how to adjust to other people, but to them she could get used.