#vigcest

Adrian’s impressive refractory period showed clearly as his breathing returned to normal. His jeans stayed bunched around his legs, his semi-hard cock pressing warmly against your skin.

You’re completely absorbed in the moment, unaware of the approaching footsteps and pistol drawn from its holster, until a familiar voice shouts.

“What the hell?!”

You instantly raise your head at the sudden commotion and stare at his lips, though he wasn’t speaking and didn’t appear agitated; instead, the corners of his mouth were lifting into a smile as his eyes darted across the room.

Following his line of sight, you spot the shadowy figure in the hallway, dressed in the Vigilante suit, pointing their weapon at Adrian. It seems he’d really scrambled your mind tonight, cause you were either seeing double or hallucinating.

“No fucking way!” He gasps, lowering your legs and bringing your feet to meet the cold floor beneath you, feeling like a deer on ice. Clearly, you were seeing things as they were, but then, he throws out a question that piles onto your confusion: “Is this your version of me?”

“Adrian, w-what the hell is this?...” You questioned, glancing back into the man’s replicated red visor, before clarity struck from his silence, prompting you to quickly pull away and snatch your bath towel off the tiles to cover your modesty.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” Vigilante remained rooted to the ground, holding his pistol as the man laughed hysterically, tucking himself into his white briefs and pulling up his jeans, which remained unzipped.

He’s practically bouncing on his feet with excitement; it was a dream to meet another version of himself. “Dude, it’s me! I'm you from another dimension, my keys worked to get in here!”

A secret promised never to tell a single soul is revealed as if it were common knowledge, and now you feel the crushing weight of realization on your shoulders.

With a few rapid blinks, a crease formed between your brows as you tried to ignore the fact that he was a carbon copy of your boyfriend. From his pale-green eyes, down to the veins on his cock, nothing was out of place.

“Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?”

You felt guilty and terrible for not being able to tell the difference between your partner. Sure, his behavior was a bit strange, but for fuck sake, you would have never thought of this to be the predicament.

“Peacemaker promised me not to tell anyone, since he has himself chained up and tranquilized in his house,” Adrian whined pitiably, obviously displeased by your distressed tone.

You couldn't imagine the fear Christopher Smith must be under, held captive and helpless, watching a version of himself enter his world, probably concerned for the well-being of his pregnant wife as the sedatives wore off.

Across the room, your boyfriend tilts his head like a curious puppy and holsters the loaded gun. You two have very different reactions to this news; in fact, you can practically hear the smile hidden behind his mask.

“You know Peacemaker, too?...”

“Chained and tranquilized?”

A shiver ran through your body; you're pissed, yet completely captivated by the two Adrians as they interacted with identical gestures and reactions. You can still feel arousal dripping down your thigh and a betraying heat in your core, though you couldn’t possibly focus on these sensations at a time like this.

“Peacemaker is my best friend, so I joined him through the portal, because he wanted to be in a relationship with Harcourt. However, the other version of Chris caught us and tried to attack us, so we had to restrain him. But don’t worry, he’s not alone, Eagly’s looking after him.”

Vigilante took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm before putting on his silver-framed glasses. His flushed cheeks, prominent dimples, and straight, sweaty hair swept to the side were evident; this was your boyfriend. He was buzzing with energy, which wasn’t unusual after patrol, but tonight it was heightened to the max.

“Ooohhh, that makes sense, I thought you were a sex clone my partner created.”

“Are you serious? How would I even access that type of technology? I’m not Batman.”

In response to your peeved remark, they both laugh hysterically, slumping over and clutching their bellies, his counterpart added. “This is the coolest day ever! I’ve always wanted to meet another version of myself.”

You clasp your towel and massage your temples, sighing. “Should’ve known you were acting strange…” You muttered, attracting your attention to your phone on the counter, as the string of endless questions began.

Favorite color?

Favorite Pokémon?

Best weapon to kill someone with?

Go to songs for a knife fight?

Just two psychos with a tender connection, perfectly matching each other’s energy.

Five minutes together, they’re already inseparable, until they finally turn their heads in your direction, toward the light of their lives. “Babe, can you believe how alike we are?”

Their smiles make you feel warm and fuzzy, with your heart pounding as you adopt a soft, sympathetic tone and nod, “Y-yeah, I heard. But, I need you to know how sorry I am about what you walked in on earlier-”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” His response is quick, followed by a dismissive wave of his gloved hand, instantly surprising you. “If I knew, I could’ve suggested a version of myself as a hall pass; I would’ve done so a long time ago. In fact, I think it’s only fair if we all have sex.”

You blink softly, seeing as Adrian, opposite to you, is also on the same page.

That was an unexpected suggestion, considering the situation. It was against all principles regarding the universe; discovering the existence of a multiverse was a life-changing event, and yet you’re actually considering the idea of getting double-teamed by your boyfriend and his counterpart.

Attempting to bypass the subject and steer your focus elsewhere, you reach for your phone, where your friend’s messages await, and exhale. “I should try to call Emilia.”

Dimensional Adrian steps forward and swiftly grabs the device from you, hiding it behind his back. Instinctively, you reach around his waist and shove your bodies together. He lifts it above your head, watching you groan and stretch for it, the towel nearly slipping off in the process.

“You can’t tell Harcourt, okay? I made a promise to Peacemaker that I wouldn't tell anybody.” He explains, briefly glancing at the loose material braced to your chest, as if he hadn’t just seen your breasts minutes ago.

“Adrian, she needs to know about her husband. You guys can’t keep him locked away forever…”

You stood your ground, peering at his towering figure, only reminded of the crazed, lustful look in his eyes when he’s buried inside you and bruising your cervix. Your focus snapped to the gloved hand kneading at your waist, sending a chill down your spine as you quickly became cornered by the identical men.

“Ugh, fine, but could we at least wait? Like maybe… after we fuck?” He asks, making you tilt your head as their heat inches closer, invading your space. The atmosphere is so personal and intimate, almost like it was meant to be this way.

“Now? With everything going on?” A softness crept into your voice, though you fought to be responsible and focused on the problem. It was rapidly diminishing at the hands of these men, especially when your boyfriend interrupted and started explaining his stance.

“Babe, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to bond with my partner and myself at the same time, don't you feel the same way?”

Sure, you’ve thought about… bonding, in multiple positions. But it would take all night to either fulfill these urges or wear all of you out to the point of exhaustion.

“Alright, maybe just a little...” You replied, locking eyes with his pleading gaze, feeling a rush of desire. After a moment, you let out a heavy sigh and surrender. “Screw it.”

With a surge of urgency, you took his face in your hands and captured his lips. A low whimper escaped him as he melted into the kiss with all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cheeks.

His counterpart edges closer, setting the phone aside and staring at your sweet-looking mouth. His expression is a combination of enthusiasm, readiness, and pure hunger.

You extend your arm out, tangling your fingers in his curls and dragging him in, letting his lips join the kiss, making it explode into a messy, breathless frenzy.

“Both of you, pants down now...” You command, feeling them equally scramble to release their cocks.

"Damn, is she usually this dominating?" Adrian inquires between kisses before looking down and unfastening his belt buckle. Your lover follows suit, sliding his black spandex to his kneepads, with his weapon still strapped to his torso and hanging at his side.

You lean forward and kiss his neck, feeling the vibrations of his gentle moan, before turning to the other man and leaving a prominent hickey on his pale skin to mark your presence.

“Yeah, she can be quite dominant; she’s even strapped me to the bed before.” He responds to the question with a sly smirk.

“Oh, lucky!” Adrian whines out of jealousy, prompting a mischievous smirk to spread across your face.

You descend to your knees and slide your hands across the backs of their pale thighs, infatuated by their identical curve, thick pinkened head, and full, heavy balls.

“We like to roleplay as a sexy villainess and… oh, fuck.” He exhales sharply as your lips tease the underside of his shaft. With fluttering lashes, your hand firmly strokes his length while your mouth slowly envelops the tip of your partner’s cock as they continue their conversation above.

“Have you ever tried licking whipped cream-”

“and strawberry sauce off her pussy, of course! She even let me have teal sprinkles. You should’ve seen the bedsheets afterward.”

You can't help but smile at your partner openly sharing details of your sex life; you would typically pinch him and shut him up, though you didn’t mind discussing it with another version of himself. After all, the man was just fucking you silly.

"God, I can't wait to tell my y/n about you, especially how nice your tongue is..." He moans, not fully aware of his words before he utters them out loud.

“Why don’t you start by asking her out, big boy?”

“Y-yeah, you're right, and oh fuck- you're so, so smart... I love you!"

You watch as his mind becomes putty in your hands, making you giggle softly, "I know, baby…"

A messy string of saliva stretches between them, spreading across your swollen lips when you transfer between men, savoring your sex on his skin. Adrian’s counterpart grunts, clutching your hair and staring at you with those wide, obsessive eyes.

Overwhelmed by desire and desperate for any ounce of pressure, you squeeze your thighs together and feel your neglected nerves pulsate between your swollen lips.

You stick out your tongue, slapping their heavy tips against it before leaving a wet trail along their sensitive glands, the sensation making their balls draw up tight.

It only takes a few more strokes before their salty cum shoots into the back of your throat and messily spatters on your lips and chin, causing it to drip down onto your pebbled nipple.

Alternate Adrian tosses his head back as the men climax together with replicated moans of pleasure escaping their lips. You swallow the milky release, a burst of salty-sweet flavor upon your taste buds.

Afterward, your boyfriend hauls you up to your feet and kisses you passionately. Both of their hands start to caress your body, massaging your breasts and smearing arousal across your chest. He led you both back, in a clumsy, happy haze, until you were stumbling into the bedroom.

You lie back onto the mattress, observing between spread thighs as the men eagerly strip off each other’s clothes. They admired each other's attractive physiques, exchanging compliments.

“Dude, you’re totally jacked! Have you been following Peacemaker's workout routine?”

The curly-haired man smiles and nods, “Of course, every single night. What about you?”

“Yeah, except I work out in the morning, because we usually have movie nights. Ooh, what’s your favorite film?”

“Fargo!"

You loved watching their excitement spark over shared interests, but right now, lust throbbed inside you, and an ache was growing unbearable as you eyed their massive erections. Without hesitation, you reached outward, grabbing their arms and pulling them down onto the mattress. “Sorry, baby, but I need you… both of you, right now.”

They respond immediately, trailing heated kisses along your body, sending your mind spinning. Adrian’s cock slides into you with slow, uneven thrusts while his firm grip on your leg leaves bruises. Alternate Adrian straddles your opposite thigh and grinds against you, feeling precum cover your smooth, supple skin.

His intoxicated gaze meets yours while his head ducks down and circles his tongue around your nipple, voice slurring against you. “How are you so damn sexy?”

“And so fucking wet~” Your boyfriend releases a low moan, tipping his chin back so he could peer at you through the foggy lenses, settled on the edge of his nose.

You gently cup their faces, your thumbs caressing the heat spreading across their flushed cheeks before brushing over their parted lips. With bold confidence, you asked them, “Wanna try double penetration?”

They nod in unison, making the moment feel almost surreal, like an erotic dream you wish to never awake from.

In a swift motion, he flips you on top, prompting a soft squeal from your lips as one hand presses against his chest for stability, while the other reaches for the large hands on your waist.

His counterpart settles between your boyfriend’s legs and slides his leaking tip against the base of his twitching shaft, sealed around your cunt. He lines up to your entrance and slowly pushes his hips forward.

It seems that both of the men have had experience with threesomes, an aspect of their lives that didn't change until they met you. Peacemaker and Vigilante would often go out together, fight crime, and share a partner. However, Adrian fell for you at first sight and began to devote himself to you entirely.

You let out a shaky breath you hadn't realized you’d been keeping within, eyes rolling back as you feel yourself stretched raw and stuffed, as they deliberately split you apart with their fat cocks.

“Hey, dude? Give her a second.” Adrian chimes in below you, before small, apologetic kisses are peppered on the back of your neck, his nostrils filled with the scent of your shampoo as he murmurs into your hair. “Sorry, it’s just so hard to think when I’m inside you…”

The sound of their voice makes your thighs tremble uncontrollably as you peek over your shoulder and spot their matching smiles.

“I know, right! This pussy is absolutely mind-numbing.” Your boyfriend praises, making you to bite your bottom lip until a metallic taste hits your tongue.

"I was gonna gift a clone-a-willy this year, but instead, you can just visit us!"

There were a few things wrong with that statement. Mainly, if Emilia found out you three were actively traveling through dimensional portals for personal pleasure, she would literally murder you, seven months pregnant, with no difficulties. But, in your current position, you can't deny that you won't be craving more.

Once you've adjusted to their size, you nod for him to continue. He moves his hips, easing deeper inside until their tips are kissing your cervix.

Soon, both men are testing your limits, the curly-headed man behind you matches your boyfriend's rhythm below, each thrust making your body physically weak. Your curves, stomach, and breasts bounce with every movement, as gasps and moans spill past your mouth. Both cocks reach your most sensitive spots that draws an intense amount of pleasure.

Their compliments and soft noises fed the fire, creating the hottest, most mesmerizing scene. You wished for a quality camera to capture every second.

Alternate Adrian spits onto your puckered hole, mixing with warm arousal that collects on the base of his cock. Your boyfriend pushes up his glasses; he has the perfect view of your faces from this position, asking with a dazed smile, “Babe, which dick is mine, and which one belongs to alternate-world me?”

You hush him, grabbing his chin and sliding two fingers inside his mouth, feeling them become sheathed in his saliva. “I-I can’t think straight, just keep- ah, fucking me. Mmm, y-you guys are doing so- fucking g-good...” You squeeze your eyes shut, completely lost in the sensation.

A low, muffled chuckle rumbles against your touch before lifting you effortlessly and pumping into you, making a strangled cry leave your lips.

Your stomach bulges, promising soreness in the hours to come as they use your tight pussy for their satisfaction.

As their noises grow louder, your sounds become a series of whimpers, a final warning before you seize around them. When the heat finally surges, warm juices squirt across your boyfriend's stomach, and they release almost instantly, spilling their seed deep inside you.

-

Tangled between the men in a sweaty, sticky mess, your gaze lazily drifts over them, listening to their boastful laughter as they converse back and forth. It was safe to say that two different versions of your partner were the perfect companions after sex, gentle and sweet, yet filthy with their humor.

His counterpart shifted onto his side, raising on his elbow and supporting his head in his palm with crooked glasses and loose curls on display.

“How do I ask you out in my universe? 'Cause you know, you're really cool, and you've defended my honor multiple times. Not to mention, you're a total hottie! But I just... don't know how to tell you all that. I mean, Peacemaker offers a lot of advice, but I'm not sure if it’s always helpful."

"First of all, please don't take Christopher's advice, just let things flow naturally." You interject with a small smile at the memory.

Instantly, your boyfriend's demeanor brightens as he expresses his suggestions. “Yeah, after we saved the world, we were messaging and calling more. I started by surprising her with gifts and her favorite foods, I even kept inviting her over until she was practically living here."

Adrian nods along, listening closely to the secrets that will help him win over your alternate heart.

"One night, I went to play some Animal Crossing with her. We ended up talking the entire time, until she kissed me on the sofa and we confessed our love for each other."

You knew he had a crush on you; he wasn't subtle about it, and he even had you saved as 'wifey' on his phone. He had the same issue, unable to articulate these complicated feelings properly.

"Adrian, maybe it would be helpful if you wrote down your thoughts first and then shared them with her. I know she'll be more than willing to listen."

You'd been dating Adrian for three years and lived with him for two and a half. You knew him quite well, recognizing all the little tricks that helped him; writing was one of them.

Adrian presses his mouth to yours unexpectedly; it’s an abrupt and sweet kiss, almost a small thank you for the advice.

In response, you gently grab his chin and turn his head towards your boyfriend, before pulling them together and connecting their lips like you were playing with Ken dolls. Their breaths mingled as the moment intensified, large hands guiding along each other's cheeks, jaw, and neck, touching everything possible.

You’ll put the world back in order, bring your version of Christopher Smith back to this dimension, and send Adrian home. Still, it was going to take a few more rounds, a couple of "bonding" positions, and maybe a bit of whipped cream, until you're truly satisfied.

Maybe it would be smart to explore this dimensional portal and see how many versions of your boyfriend you could gather to run a train test, for scientific purposes.

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