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You weren’t supposed to be here.
Not like this.
But when the thunderbolts were swallowed by shadow -again- you knew where to go. Not through the memories. Not toward the screams. You didn’t stop for your own traumas, though they clawed at your heels and whispered vile truths with voices that sounded far too much like your own.
You ran. Because he was in here somewhere. And he was alone.
The attic appeared like a memory you didn’t own, but somehow recognised. Dust hung thick in the air. Wooden beams creaked above. Boxes stacked in the corners were half rotted, covered in cobwebs, as if they’d been left untouched for decades.
And there he was.
Bob sat on the floor, knees to his chest, staring at a broken toy in his hands. Something small. Plastic. Maybe a figure from some long lost childhood TV show. His hair fell limp around his face, shoulders hunched like he was trying to disappear into himself.
You moved slowly, sitting across from him, close enough for your knees to brush. “Is this real? Or… something you remember?”
He blinked once. “I don’t know anymore.”
Your hand brushed his. He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t reach back either. Just stared at the toy in his palm like it was the only thing keeping him tethered.
“This place,” he murmured, “I used to hide up here. When they fought. When I was scared. I thought if I stayed quiet enough, I’d disappear.”
You swallowed hard, your voice soft. “You don’t have to hide from me.”
Bob’s eyes finally flicked to you. Bleak. Tired. “You don’t understand. The things I’ve done. The things I could do. Every time I close my eyes, I feel him pulling at the edges. Wanting out. Wanting to hurt. I’m just a crack in the glass.”
“Then let me be the glue.”
He shook his head, slow and defeated. “You don’t get it. You see what you want. You think I’m gentle. Sweet. Safe. But I’m not. I’m a time bomb someone forgot to defuse.”
You shifted forward, closing the space between you, fingers sliding up into his hair. “No, Bob. I see everything. I see how you flinch when you feel yourself slipping. I see how you bite down every time the world tries to pull you under. And I see how much you love- really love. Not just me. Everyone. Too much.”
His breathing hitched.
“You’re not a bomb. You’re a man who’s tired of being scared of himself.”
Tears welled in his eyes, un-fallen.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered. “But I think I already did.”
You straddled his lap in one slow, intimate movement, your forehead pressing to his, noses brushing. “You didn’t. I’m right here. I chose to be. In this broken attic. In this twisted mind. With you.”
His arms slid around you hesitantly, as if afraid even touching you might break something else. His hands settled on your back, gripping the fabric of your shirt, trembling.
“I don’t deserve you,” he said into your neck.
“Too fucking bad.”
He laughed. Just barely. Like it surprised him. Like he didn’t remember how.
You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes burning with something fierce and real. “You can lose control. You can shatter. But don’t you ever push me away again. You hear me, Robert Reynolds?”
He nodded.
The warmth between you and Bob- his arms around your waist, your breath tangled together- didn’t last. It was ripped away.
Like a vacuum had swallowed it whole.
The air turned sharp. Cold. The kind that sank into your bones and told your instincts run, but it was too late for that.
The shadows moved.
Not like flickers or tricks of the eye. They crawled. Thick, viscous, like spilled tar, creeping up the walls, coiling around the beams, snuffing out the light bulb above with a single pop.
You didn’t need to turn around.
You knew who it was.
The floor groaned behind you. Heavy. Slow. Intentional.
“Found you,” came the voice.
Low. Velvet. Cruel.
You turned- barely.
And there he was.
The Void.
Towering. Shapeless, but solid in all the wrong ways. He looked like a man only if you stripped a man down to every terrible thought he ever had. A silhouette made of fear and loneliness. No features. Just glowing white eyes.
Bob went still beneath you.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t look at him. Don’t talk to him.”
But you didn’t look away.
The Void stepped closer, tendrils of darkness spiralling from his form, licking at the attic like it belonged to him.
“How touching,” he drawled, circling you like prey. “The good little girlfriend, climbing into the dark, thinking she can save him.”
You straightened in Bob’s lap, shielding him without even realising.
The Void laughed. Deep. Vile. “Tell me, sweetheart… when he cries in your arms, do you ever wonder what he’d look like begging in mine?”
Bob’s grip on you tightened.
You didn’t blink. “You’re nothing.”
The Void hummed, voice silky and sharp like barbed wire. “No. I’m everything he hides from you. Every thought he thinks when you’re asleep. Every second he wonders if you’re only here out of pity. Every time he thinks about disappearing just to spare you the burden of loving him.”
“Stop it,” Bob said, quiet but shaking.
You stroked his hair, not breaking eye contact with the thing in front of you. “He’s stronger than you.”
“He’s mine,” the Void hissed.
“You’re a parasite.”
“Oh, I’m a promise.” The Void leaned close- closer than any shadow should. Right to your ear. “And you want to know the sick part, little girl? Deep down... you want me too.”
You froze.
Not from fear. But because somewhere in the deepest, dirtiest part of your mind- you wondered.
What would it feel like?
To be touched by the side of Bob that didn’t hold back?
The one that didn’t care about gentleness or fear or being too much?
You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.
The Void saw it.
He grinned- no mouth, no lips, but you felt it.
“Mmm. There it is. You felt alone once, didn’t you? Before him. Abandoned. Forgotten. I could give you a taste of that again. Remind you how it felt. Let you live in it.”
“Get away from her,” Bob said, trying to stand, but you held him down.
“No,” you murmured. “Not yet.”
The Void tilted his head.
“You want him so badly,” you said. “Why hide in the shadows? Why not do something?”
And that’s when everything stopped.
The attic trembled. The walls cracked. The toy soldier fell from Bob’s hand.
And the Void whispered, low and reverent, “Darling… you don’t know what you’re inviting.”
The Void didn’t move closer- he didn’t have to. His presence pressed against the walls like they might split open. The attic groaned under the weight of him.
Bob stood finally, behind you, jaw clenched, shoulders rigid like he was trying to hold the entire world inside his body. His hand found yours. Desperate. Terrified.
The Void’s gaze snapped to the touch.
“Tsk, tsk.” His voice rolled out like smoke. “You think holding her hand will keep her safe? Keep her yours? That’s cute.”
“Shut up,” Bob growled.
You squeezed his hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”
But the Void circled you both like a wolf. “No? Not even when I tell you what he thinks when you’re not looking?”
Bob flinched. You stepped forward.
“He doesn’t need you to speak for him.”
“Oh, I’m not speaking for him.” The Void’s white eyes locked with yours. “I am him. The part that doesn’t lie to make people feel better. The part that watches you sleep and wonders what will break you first- his silence, or the way he disappears whenever you need more than comfort.”
Bob’s breathing grew ragged behind you. He let go of your hand.
You turned back. “Bob- ”
“I can’t do this,” he said, voice shaking. “He’s right. He always is. You deserve someone whole, someone who doesn’t- doesn’t need to be rescued every time the dark creeps in.”
You grabbed his face, forced him to look at you. “Stop listening to him. He’s a liar.”
But the Void chuckled darkly. “No, darling. I’m just honest. I’m the part of him that knows he’ll never be enough. That no matter how hard he tries, the shadow always comes back.”
He moved in closer now, standing right behind Bob, almost draped over him like a demon whispering to a dying god.
“You know what he really thinks?” he purred to you. “He thinks you’ll leave. That one day you’ll wake up, look at the man lying beside you, and realise you’re in love with a ghost.”
“Shut up,” Bob said, louder now. “She’s not like that—”
“She’s human. You think she won’t get tired? You think she wants this forever?” The Void’s voice turned vicious, sharp enough to cut. “She’s already curious. I saw it in her eyes when I said I could touch her without breaking.”
Bob stepped in front of you this time, shielding you with his body, his eyes wild. “Don’t you touch her.”
The Void leaned in, head tilted. “What if she wants me to?”
Silence.
You could hear Bob’s breath stutter, like it had punched the air right out of him. He looked at you- not angry. Wounded. Like the idea of you wanting that tore something vital out of him.
And damn you, part of you did want it. The way the Void watched you, not with lust but with hunger. Like he wanted to consume the part of you that tethered Bob to reality. Break it. Make you his anchor instead.
Bob’s voice was barely audible. “Do you?”
You shook your head instantly. “No. I want you.”
But the Void wasn’t done.
“You want to be the reason he survives? Or the reason he snaps? You’re not just the girl who loves him- you’re his leash. His collar. The moment you slip, he goes feral.”
“Get out,” Bob snarled. “GET OUT!”
But the Void only grinned wider. “You want me gone? Then stop pretending she’s not thinking about it. About me. About how I’d fuck her without hesitation. Without guilt. Without fear of breaking her.”
Bob’s fists clenched. His eyes were glassy now- pain, rage, shame. All boiling beneath the surface.
The Void stepped toward you now, ignoring Bob completely.
“You’re the key to him. The last thread holding him together. But the question is, princess... do you want to hold him- or let him go?”
It happened in a blink.
One second, Bob’s arms were around you. Solid. Safe. The next, the warmth vanished- and the room felt colder than death.
He pulled you from Bob like you were nothing. No struggle. No noise. Just gone.
You hit his chest hard, breath catching as you met a form that shouldn’t have felt real, but did. Solid as muscle, shaped just like Bob- but jet black, like someone had carved him from a starless sky and left him to rot. No features. No details. Just him—without warmth, without mercy.
And those eyes.
Stark white. Glowing faintly. Unblinking.
“Mine,” the Void said simply, voice like Bob’s if you drained it of empathy and filled it with hunger.
You struggled. Kicked. Clawed at the sleek chest in front of you, but there was no give. No reaction. Just his hands closing around your waist, firm and possessive.
“Let her go!” Bob’s voice cracked behind you.
The Void didn’t even look at him.
“She’s always been curious,” he said. His head tilted, slowly. Mockingly. “You can see it. The way she looked at me. The way her breath hitched when I stepped out of the dark. You felt it too, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
You snarled, trying to twist away. “I don’t want you.”
“Liar,” he murmured, pressing your back to the wall with devastating ease. His body didn’t feel cold- but it wasn’t warm, either. It was just empty. A void with the weight of a man. “You want what he’s afraid to give you. No shame. No fear. Just need.”
Bob lunged forward- but the shadows in the room closed in around him, not physically restraining him, but suffocating his path, feeding him every doubt he’d ever whispered to himself in the dark.
“I said- LET HER-!”
“You can’t stop me,” the Void said calmly. “You won’t. Because deep down, you know I’m right. You don’t deserve her. You’ll only hurt her. And she’s aching to see what I feel like.”
His thigh slipped between yours.
Your breath stuttered.
“Don’t you dare,” Bob growled.
The Void’s head tilted again, white eyes locked on yours, ignoring Bob completely. “Tell him. Tell him how you dream of being taken without hesitation. Of being wanted so completely it terrifies you. You think I didn’t see it? The way you clenched your thighs when I touched your mind? You want to know what I taste like, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” you breathed, face hot, body trembling- not just from fear. From the rush of it.
Because he looked like Bob.
Sounded like Bob.
But wasn’t Bob.
And the part of you that lived in shadows? That understood self-loathing and pain? That part was listening.
“Say it,” the Void whispered. His hands didn’t roam- they gripped. Firm. Reverent. Like he was studying the way your breath hitched, memorising the subtle tremble in your legs. “Say you want more. Or are you going to keep pretending for his sake?”
You locked eyes with Bob.
He looked wrecked. Not angry. Shattered. Like the world had just cracked in front of him, and he didn’t know how to put you- or himself- back together.
The Void leaned down, his cheek grazing yours- not skin, not heat. Just pressure. Like the concept of touch with none of the warmth.
“Tell me to stop, little light,” he whispered against your jaw. “And I will. But we both know you won’t.”
“You think I can’t tell?” the Void murmured, his voice low and intoxicating, echoing like a secret inside your skull. “Every twitch of your body is screaming what your mouth won’t say.”
His hand ghosted up your ribs- through your clothes, fingers pressing just enough to feel your heartbeat.
Fast. Loud. Exposed.
“You can’t lie to me,” he said, tilting his head again, those soulless white eyes devouring every inch of your expression. “I know every filthy thought you’ve buried. Every time you touched yourself after he was too afraid. Every second you’ve wondered what it’d be like if he ever lost control.”
You shook your head. “No.”
The Void’s grip tightened slightly at your hips. Still not hurting. But insistent.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Say you’ve thought about me.”
Behind him, Bob took a step forward- his breath broken, like he was choking on the war inside him. “You don’t know her. She doesn’t want that.”
“She does,” the Void said coldly, never breaking eye contact with you. “She’s just afraid you’ll hate her if she admits it.”
His hand moved again trailing to your jaw, tilting your face up toward his. “You want it dark. You want it raw. You want to be ruined and worshipped all at once. And he’s never given you that, has he?”
Your lips parted, but no sound came out.
Your silence was all the answer the Void needed.
He leaned closer, almost nose to nose now. “Say it,” he whispered. “Say you’ve imagined me touching you.”
“I…” you managed, throat dry. “You’re not him.”
“No,” he agreed. “But he’s me. And I’m the part he locks away because he thinks you can’t handle it.”
He leaned in until his mouth brushed your ear- soft, deliberate.
“I think you want to choke on the truth just as bad as you want to choke on my cock.”
Bob snapped.
“GET OFF HER!”
The Void didn’t even turn to look. “Or what? You’ll finally man up and give her what she needs?”
Bob’s voice was a rasp now. Raw. “She doesn’t want you.”
“Then why is she shaking?” the Void hissed, pressing you harder into the wall, your breath hitching as he whispered, “She wants it. She just needs permission.”
His thumb brushed your lower lip. “Say it.”
“I won’t,” you hissed, tears pricking your eyes—not from fear. From shame. From the terrifying, skin-crawling thrill you couldn’t deny.
The Void’s voice dipped lower. “You’re dripping with it, princess. Let him hear it. Let him see the part of you he refuses to touch.”
Your chest heaved.
The silence stretched razor thin.
Bob stood frozen, one trembling step away, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes locked on the shape of you -his girl- pinned, chest heaving, pupils blown wide, held tight in the arms of the thing he hated most.
The Void exhaled a soft, amused breath, his empty face hovering close to yours. “She won’t say it,” he murmured to Bob. “But I will.”
And then- he moved.
One hand stayed at your jaw, holding you still. The other? It slid down. Slow. Unstoppable. A perfect mimicry of Bob’s own touch—except this one didn’t hesitate.
No fumbling. No second guessing. Just claiming.
He slipped beneath your skirt.
“No-!” Bob started forward, voice cracking.
But the Void didn’t even glance at him.
His fingers grazed the inside of your thigh, slipping under your panties. And when he found what he was looking for, the air around you snapped tight.
“Soaking,” he whispered, triumphant, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “She’s soaked.”
Your whole body locked up. Your throat closed. Shame burned behind your eyes- but your hips… tipped toward his hand.
“Stop,” you whispered, shaking.
“Why?” the Void purred, fingers pressing firmer now, gliding through your wetness like it belonged to him. “Because he’s watching? Because you still want to pretend?”
His mouth -his Bob-shaped mouth- ghosted over your jaw.
“You can lie to him,” he breathed, stroking you with devastating precision. “But not to me. I can feel what you won’t say.”
Bob stumbled back a step, like he’d been punched. His face was pale. Jaw clenched. Eyes shattered.
“Please,” he rasped. “Stop touching her.”
The Void curled his fingers slightly, right over that tender, pulsing spot that had your thighs trembling.
“She could’ve stopped me,” he said, voice low, brutal. “But she didn’t. She’s letting me.”
“I- I didn’t mean-” you gasped, head falling back as your hips jerked again, unbidden.
“She’s dripping, Bob.”
That broke something.
Bob surged forward- but not with violence. With rage. With need. He didn’t tear you away- he grabbed the Void by the collar, yanked him back, shoved him off just enough to pull you back into his arms.
“Get. Off. Her.”
And for the first time, the Void paused.
He stood there, calm, perfect, his hands raised like a challenge.
“She’s already halfway mine,” he said evenly. “You’ve just been too much of a coward to touch her like she wants.”
Bob’s chest heaved. He looked at you- not in judgment, not in anger.
In pain.
“You let him touch you,” he said softly. “You wanted that?”
“I- Bob, I didn’t mean to-”
“You didn’t stop him,” he said. “You didn’t say no.”
And maybe that was the truth.
Maybe part of you didn’t want to.
Bob had you pulled against his chest now, arms locked tight around your waist, like if he let go for even a second, you’d vanish back into that Void.
But your body was still shaking.
Because his hand was warm. Gentle. Real.
And you could still feel him. The other him.
The fingers that had brushed over you like they knew every secret you were trying not to say. The ones that didn’t ask for permission, didn’t hesitate. Just took.
“I…” you breathed. “I don’t know.”
Bob stiffened.
The Void, standing across the room- arms relaxed at his sides, the perfect silhouette of your boyfriend- let out a slow, pleased exhale.
“There it is,” he said softly. “The truth.”
Bob’s grip faltered, just slightly. “You don’t know…?”
You turned, eyes glassy, looking between them.
“Bob,” you said, voice breaking, “I love you.”
“I know.” His voice cracked. “But do you want me? Or is it just safer than wanting him?”
You froze.
Because the truth you couldn’t say out loud?
Was yes.
Yes, you wanted him. Not instead of Bob. Not more than. But differently.
You wanted what the Void had shown you- that version of Bob without guilt, without fear.
The part of him that didn’t ask.
“I don’t…” you whispered. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
The Void stepped closer- slow, silent, patient.
“You’re torn,” he murmured. “Split down the middle. Because the part of you that craves safety, softness… Bob... is fighting the part that wants to be claimed. Dominated. Ruined.”
He stopped just a foot away now.
And for the first time, Bob didn’t stop him.
“You want both,” the Void said gently. “But you were too afraid to say it.”
You looked at Bob. His hands trembled where they held you.
“Is it true?” you asked him. “Is he… really you?”
Bob’s voice was a whisper. “He’s the part of me I keep buried.”
You took a breath. “Then why does it feel like I need both of you to feel whole?”
Neither of them spoke.
The attic was dead silent.
Then the Void tilted his head, watching you like a puzzle he was halfway through solving.
“Then maybe,” he said slowly, “it’s time you stop choosing. And let yourself have it.”
“I want both,” you whispered. Voice small. Raw. But certain.
Bob’s breath caught.
The Void’s eyes glowed brighter- subtle, but sharp. The faintest tilt of his head. “Say that again.”
You swallowed. Looked at him. Looked at Bob.
“I want all of you,” you said louder, shaking. “Not just the man who holds back. Not just the darkness that takes. I want everything.”
Bob looked stunned.
Like hearing it made something in him crack open.
And the Void- his shoulders relaxed. “Finally.”
Then he stepped forward.
You didn’t move.
His hand reached for your face -same shape, same warmth, but still so wrong- and cradled your jaw, tilting it up.
“You’ll start with me.” he said softly.
Bob opened his mouth to speak- but nothing came out. Just a wrecked sound, full of shame, fear… and arousal.
The Void leaned in, his mouth brushing your cheek, your jaw, your neck. Not kissing- claiming space.
Then his hand slid down.
Again.
No hesitation.
Under your skirt. Between your thighs. And this time, you didn’t stop him.
You gasped when he touched you this time. His fingers slid through your wetness like he already knew your body, like it was his to map, to memorise, to own.
Bob let out a broken sound behind you.
“You see that?” the Void said, loud enough for him to hear. “She’s soaked. For us.”
You moaned, head falling back as he circled your clit with lazy, precise strokes. His other hand gripped your hip, holding you still as your legs threatened to give out.
“She was waiting,” the Void growled against your neck. “For this. For me. For you, Bob.”
Bob stepped forward- but not to stop it.
He came behind you, his chest against your back, his hands trembling as they found your waist. “I-fuck- I need her.”
The Void grinned against your skin. “Watch me. And learn what she likes.”
Two fingers slipped inside you, slow, thick, fucking you open with deliberate pressure. You cried out, caught between Bob’s shaking hands and the Void’s relentless ones.
“She’s close already,” the Void murmured, mouth at your ear. “Because she’s wanted this. She wanted to be ruined by you.”
“I want- ” Bob tried, voice hoarse. “I want to touch her too.”
The Void turned, handing her to him without letting go.
Their hands met between your legs.
Bob’s hands gripped your hips from behind, tentative at first- but the more he watched, the more he felt what the Void was doing to you, the less he hesitated.
You were trembling, caught in their hold, your back flush to Bob’s chest, your front pressed to the Void’s. The two of them closing you in.
“She’s pulsing,” the Void whispered, fingers still working inside you with obscene ease. “Clenching like she’s already coming.”
“I can feel it,” Bob breathed. “It’s- fuck, it’s too much.”
You moaned, head tipping forward onto the Void’s shoulder as Bob’s other hand slid beneath your top, trembling fingers finding your breast. Gentle. Careful.
“Harder,” the Void said flatly. “She doesn’t need soft right now.”
“I don’t want to hurt her,” Bob said, voice breaking.
“Then let me do it,” the Void growled.
But you turned your head- eyes locking with Bob’s.
“You won’t break me,” you whispered.
Bob groaned, burying his face in your neck as his hands grabbed tighter, kneading your breasts with raw, desperate hunger. You could feel how hard he was behind you, hips grinding involuntarily against the curve of your ass while they fucked you open with those same devastating fingers.
“I- God, I love you,” Bob choked, kissing your shoulder, your throat, your jaw.
The Void stilled.
And then -slowly- he withdrew his fingers, slick with your arousal, and raised them between you and Bob.
“Then prove it,” he said. “Taste her.”
Bob hesitated.
But only for a second.
He took the Void’s fingers in his hand- and brought them to his mouth.
Your knees almost buckled.
His eyes locked with yours as he sucked them clean, slow and deliberate. His cheeks flushed deep red, pupils blown wide with lust and need.
“Good boy,” the Void murmured.
You were panting now- overstimulated, overwhelmed, but starving for more.
“I need—” you gasped. “I need one of you inside me.”
The Void chuckled darkly. “You sure it’s just one?”
Bob groaned again, pressing a hot kiss to the back of your neck. “Tell us how you want it, sweetheart.”
You turned your face, barely able to form words.
“I want you both,” you whispered. “I want to feel everything. All of it. All of you.”
“Say it again,” the Void rasped, his fingers dragging through your slick folds one last time before retreating. “Say you want both of us.”
You didn’t hesitate this time.
“I want you,” you whispered, breathless. “Both of you. Inside me. At the same time.”
Bob’s groan was broken. His hands clutched your waist like you were the only thing keeping him upright.
The Void leaned in, his breath brushing your lips. “That’s all we needed to hear.”
Your clothes hit the attic floor piece by piece- Bob’s fingers fumbling with your shirt, the Void tugging your panties down slow, dragging them past your knees with deliberate care. His white eyes raked over your body like you were the most sacred thing he’d ever seen- and he intended to defile you with reverence.
“On your knees,” the Void said lowly, pointing to the spot between them.
You dropped. Instinct. Obedience. Desire.
Bob stood in front of you now, flushed and panting, cock already hard, leaking at the tip. His hands hovered awkwardly like he didn’t know where to touch you, where to start.
“I don’t- how do we even-” he started, looking at the Void helplessly.
“I’ll guide you,” the Void said, dropping to his knees behind you. “You just follow my rhythm.”
He positioned you carefully, one strong arm around your waist, his mouth brushing your shoulder.
Then- his fingers parted your folds again before the head of his cock pushed against your entrance.
He didn’t slam into you. No, that wasn’t the Void’s game. He slid in inch by inch, making sure you felt every stretch, every twitch, every delicious burn.
Your eyes fluttered back. “F-fuck- he’s thick-”
Bob was trembling.
“Come closer,” the Void growled. “Fill her mouth. Let her take both of us.”
Bob dropped to his knees, chest rising and falling in frantic bursts. He brushed a shaky hand over your cheek, guiding his cock to your lips.
You opened without hesitation- needy, desperate, tongue flicking over the head before you wrapped your mouth around him.
“Oh- fuck,” Bob hissed, hips jolting forward just an inch before he caught himself.
The Void thrust forward once -hard- and you moaned around Bob’s length, eyes rolling back as the pressure built deep inside you.
They moved together.
Bob’s hands threaded into your hair, gentle but firm, guiding your head as he fucked your mouth slowly. The Void’s hips rolled behind you with perfect control, every deep thrust brushing the spot that made you twitch, cry, clench.
You were stuffed -completely, deliciously full- your body stretched around the two extremes of one man.
“She’s shaking,” the Void murmured, his grip bruising now. “She’s going to come already.”
Bob’s voice cracked. “I- I can’t hold back much longer- ”
“She doesn’t want you to,” the Void growled. “Give it to her. Let her drown in us.”
You screamed around Bob’s cock, thighs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through you- white hot, shattering, overwhelming.
And still, they kept going.
Your climax tore through you like lightning, loud and raw, body shaking violently between them. Bob was groaning above you, thighs trembling, his cock twitching on your tongue as you sucked him through every desperate thrust.
And the Void- fuck, he didn’t let up.
“She’s still clenching,” he growled, driving into you harder, faster now, his hips slamming against your ass with unrelenting rhythm. “She’s greedy. She wants more.”
You moaned around Bob’s cock, throat tightening, spit and slick dripping down your chin. His hands were tangled in your hair now, no longer unsure- he was thrusting into your mouth like he finally understood you wanted it rough.
“Holy-fucking-shit,” Bob gasped, head tipped back, voice breaking. “I can’t- I’m gonna- ”
“Do it,” the Void snarled. “Come down her throat. She’ll take it like the perfect little slut she is.”
You groaned, eyes locked with Bob’s as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue swirling, desperate for it.
Bob’s hips stuttered.
He spilled into your mouth with a choked cry, hands tightening as he twitched on your tongue. You swallowed every drop like it was holy- because it was.
He collapsed back on his heels, panting, dazed.
But you?
You weren’t done.
You looked over your shoulder at the Void, your ass bouncing against his hips with every brutal thrust, lips parted, flushed and starved.
“More,” you gasped. “Harder- don’t you dare stop.”
The Void growled- deep, rough, feral.
He flipped you.
Just like that. One second you were on your knees, and the next you were on your back, legs over his shoulders, your body already twitching from overstimulation- and he fucked into you like he was never going to stop.
“Look at her,” he spat at Bob, who watched with wide, ruined eyes. “This is what she wanted. You. Unchained. Raw. She’s taking it because she knows she can handle every piece of you.”
Bob crawled to your side, one hand trembling as he brushed your cheek, your hair, your breast. His voice cracked.
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?”
You looked at him- wrecked, wet, breathless.
“It feels like you.”
That broke him.
Bob leaned in and kissed you while the Void fucked you open from below, his cock hammering that spot that had you crying out into Bob’s mouth.
“Come again,” Bob begged softly. “Please. I want to hear it.”
The Void’s pace faltered -just a split-second- and then he slammed into you harder.
You screamed.
You came.
Again.
The Void pulled out with a guttural sound—he wasn’t done. Not even close.
He flipped you again- face down this time, ass up, and before you could catch your breath, he was driving back in, deeper than before.
“You’re going to take every drop,” he growled, slapping your ass so hard you saw stars. “Until you know who you belong to.”
Bob crawled in front of you again, kissing your forehead, your temple, brushing your hair back. His voice was thick with emotion.
“Ours,” he whispered. “You’re ours, baby.”
You couldn’t even speak. You just nodded. Moaning. Crying. Falling apart between them.
You were barely coherent now- body wrung out, thighs shaking, lips swollen from moans and kisses and everything they’d done to you. But it still wasn’t enough.
Bob was beside you, gently stroking your back as you panted through your next orgasm, and the Void…
The Void was still buried deep inside you, fucking you like he had a point to prove.
His thrusts had grown rougher, more erratic, hips slamming against your ass with the force of someone who didn’t know restraint. You were on your knees again, chest pressed to Bob’s shoulder, fingers clawing at his bicep, holding on as the Void destroyed you from behind.
“She’s milking me,” the Void growled, his hands gripping your hips tight, knuckles pale. “She’s going to make me come.”
Bob watched- his pupils wide, his cheeks flushed, cock already starting to stiffen again just from seeing the way your body took it.
And when the Void finally snapped- when he let out a low, guttural sound and slammed into you to the hilt, unloading deep inside with heat that made your back arch- you cried out, gasping as the pressure pushed your next orgasm right to the edge.
He didn’t pull out right away.
He stayed inside you, hand sliding over your back almost… possessively.
Bob looked up at you. His hand cupped your cheek, voice low. “Can you give us another, sweetheart?”
You nodded, already trembling. “I want it. I want both of you.”
“Then lie down,” the Void said, already moving behind you.
Bob laid back first, settling into the floor with you straddling his hips. His cock, fully hard again, slid easily against your folds- already soaked and slick from the Void’s come. You lined him up and sank down, moaning as he filled you, slower than the Void, deeper.
His hands gripped your waist, eyes locked on yours like he was worshipping every second.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your chest, your neck, your jaw.
And then- he stopped breathing when the Void came up behind you again.
“Hold her,” the Void said.
Bob nodded.
And the Void knelt behind you, his large, black hands spreading your cheeks apart as he pressed in close- his cock nudging between your cheeks, slick with your arousal and his release, trailing slowly over your other hole.
You gasped, bracing yourself on Bob’s chest.
“She’s ready,” the Void murmured, his thumb circling your tight rim, smearing slick over the entrance. “She’s wanted this.”
Your breath stuttered. “Please… do it.”
Bob’s hands gripped your thighs tighter, voice shaking. “Fuck- she’s gonna take both of us…”
The Void didn’t rush.
He worked his thumb in first -slow, gentle, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with careful pressure, easing you open. He watched the way your hips twitched, the way your inner walls clenched around Bob’s cock just from the pressure alone.
“She’s perfect like this,” he muttered. “Made for us.”
He replaced his thumb with the tip of his cock and pressed forward, slow and unrelenting.
Your breath caught -stretching, the pressure burning just enough to make you whimper, but you wanted it. You wanted it all.
Bob stroked your sides, his voice in your ear. “You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good…”
“Take it,” the Void growled, inching deeper. “You can handle it.”
You cried out as he pushed in -slowly, carefully- until he was buried to the hilt in your ass, your body stuffed impossibly full.
You were shaking now. Pinned. Bob underneath you, cock pulsing inside your soaked cunt. The Void behind you, hips flush to your ass, his cock buried deep in your tightest hole.
You were completely filled.
“Holy shit,” Bob gasped, his eyes rolling back. “I can feel him. Inside you.”
“She’s clenched so tight,” the Void rasped. “She’s not going to last.”
Neither were they.
The two of them began to move- together.
Slow at first. Timed. Bob thrusting up as the Void pulled out, then vice versa, their rhythm perfect. Measured. Designed to wreck you.
You were crying now- tears of pleasure, overstimulation, love, filth.
Bob kissed them from your cheeks, whispering praise.
The Void pulled your hair back, whispering filth in your ear.
And your body?
Your body took it all.
They moved like a rhythm only you could hear.
Bob’s cock thrust up into your dripping cunt, sweet and desperate, hands on your hips like he was grounding himself in your body. The Void rolled into your ass from behind, steady and merciless, holding you by your throat now- not choking, just reminding you whose you were.
Theirs.
Every thrust made your eyes roll back, every pulse of heat, every stretch of your already overstimulated body sent you higher -closer- dangerously close.
“God- she’s so fucking tight,” Bob gasped, his voice wrecked with awe and need and helpless love. “I’m not gonna -fuck- I’m not gonna last.”
The Void’s mouth was at your ear again, voice low and feral. “She’s going to come again first. She’s going to fall apart between us like the perfect little thing she is.”
Your hands scrambled across Bob’s chest, nails dragging down, your cries now just sounds, no words, no breath- just pleasure and surrender and want.
“She’s squeezing me,” the Void snarled, hips slamming harder. “Taking both our cocks like she was fucking made for this.”
Bob whined, his hands trembling on your hips. “You close, baby? Can you come one more time for us?”
“Y-yes- please- don’t stop-!”
They didn’t.
They couldn’t.
Bob’s eyes locked with yours, wide and full of everything -love, heat, reverence- and he thrust up one last time, deep, hard, perfect-
And the Void slammed in behind him, cock pulsing, his voice breaking into a growl-
“Now. Come. With us.”
Your orgasm hit like a freight train -your mouth dropped open, but no sound came out at first. Your whole body shook, your pussy clenching hard around Bob as your ass locked down around the Void. You screamed, finally -raw, loud, ruined- as you came so hard it hurt.
And then they came.
At the same time.
Bob let out a broken cry, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside you, his release hot and thick, painting your insides.
The Void roared low and savage, his cock throbbing as he emptied into your ass, filling you so full it made your back arch, your mouth fall open again in a wordless moan.
You were shaking. Spasming. Gone.
They didn’t pull out.
They didn’t let go.
You collapsed against Bob’s chest, trembling, his arms wrapping around you, holding you so tight it almost hurt.
The Void stayed pressed against your back, his hand sliding down to your stomach, palm flat.
“You’re ours now,” he whispered, calm and cold and absolutely certain. “There’s no taking you back.”
And you?
You didn’t want to go back.
You wanted to stay full. Stay claimed. Stay theirs.
Bob kissed your temple, breath still shaky. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Every part of you. Even the parts that crave… this.”
You nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “Yours,” you whispered. “Both of you.”
White-hot pleasure still pulsed in your blood, even as your vision blurred, your lungs trembled, your body shivered with the aftershock of what they—what he—had done to you.
Bob and the Void.
Both versions of him.
In you, around you, claiming you.
You collapsed against his chest, shaking, wrecked in the most beautiful way. You felt his arms tighten around you, his lips brush your temple, and somewhere in your haze you heard him murmur-
“Mine.”
And then- everything changed.
The attic? Gone.
The shadows? Gone.
Just like that -like a switch had flipped- you were suddenly on solid pavement, straddling Bob’s lap in the middle of a cracked New York street. The sky was brighter now, clearing. The shadows were lifting from buildings, vanishing into the air like smoke fading with the wind.
Bob’s back was against the side of a wrecked car. You were on top of him, legs around his waist, both of you fully clothed again- no sweat, no mess, no evidence of what just happened in that hellish attic of the mind.
Except the ache between your legs. The tremble in your muscles. The raw, stretched fullness you knew wasn’t imagined.
You looked down at him.
His eyes fluttered open slowly. Soft. Dazed. Confused.
“Sweetheart?”
His voice was gentle. Fragile.
Like he’d just woken from a dream he couldn’t quite remember.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
You stared at him, heart pounding, mind racing. “Bob…?”
He blinked a few times, his brows knitting. “What… happened? Last thing I remember, we were- wait, did I… did I turn again?”
Your throat tightened.
He looked so sweet. So worried. So utterly unaware of what just happened.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “The Void took over. You don’t… remember anything?”
He shook his head slowly. “Nothing. Just… dark. Cold. And then you. You were the last thing I saw before everything went black.”
Your stomach twisted.
He didn’t remember you on your knees, taking both of them.
Didn’t remember being inside you, worshipping you, breaking you open with every inch of himself.
And now?
Now you were back on the streets, the world moving again. Sirens in the distance. Wind brushing your cheeks. And him- clueless. Beautiful. Yours.
You swallowed hard and smiled.
“It’s okay,” you said gently, brushing his hair back. “You came back. That’s all that matters.”
He smiled weakly, eyes warm. “You brought me back.”
You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his.
“Always.”
But deep inside, you knew the truth.
You’d had both of him.
And even if he didn’t remember, you would.
Every thrust. Every moan. Every filthy word the Void whispered in your ear.
And somewhere -buried in that sweet, broken man’s soul- was the part of him that did too.