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Vying for Viola
-by Drace Domino
“Oh, Kitty, you should really be embarrassed with yourself.” Bayonetta murmured, leaning back and crossing one long, elegant leg over the other. Her eyes flashed with mischievous delight as she gazed through the lenses of her glasses, and a pair of ruby red lips lifted into a particularly coy smirk. “You’re supposed to be playing with your prey, not the other way around.”
“W-What prey?! What the hell are you talking about, you crazy old bitch?!” Viola stammered in response, but her complaints were drowned out by a pair of giggles that flanked her on either side. As the young woman flummoxed against two walls of flesh that were wedging harder and harder against her, she did her best to lift up from a mattress that seemingly sprung out of nowhere - to absolutely no avail. “For fuck’s sakes, I thought one of you was already too much! The fuck am I supposed to do with three?!”
“Ohh, I think you know the answer to that, Kitty.”
“Indeed, Kitty, at least part of you knows…”
It was clear that Viola was in over her head, and yet Bayonetta watched her struggle to keep from drowning. At least…one of the Bayonettas did, and the other two were in charge of pushing the girl back down every time she managed to catch a breath.
As things so often were in the realm of demons and angels and witches, reality didn’t really account for much. Existence and time and space were merely the imaginings of old fools that thought they could level control against anything more than where they did their dirty business, and there were few eternal laws and rules that couldn’t be bent, broken, ignored, or even rewritten at the whims of a delightful Umbra Witch with the moxy to take pen to ether. Viola was realizing that much now as she was flanked by a Bayonetta on both sides, pushed down to the comfortable frame of an abyssal bed that sprung from nowhere, surrounded by a shadowy haze that overtook what was once a sprawling cityscape. Viola might’ve had a mind to just grab a few drinks on her way home and fall asleep in front of her TV, but fortunately for her…there were other, greater forces that had a more pleasant evening in mind.
Three Bayonettas from three separate dimensions - all of who were casting their undivided attention on the scrappy punk that still struggled to lift up from the mattress. Nearly identical in body type and superior personality, their only immediate visual differences were the way in which they styled their hair. One sported a tall beehive held in place with a long red ribbon, and that Bayonetta was already in the process of playing with the front of Viola’s jeans and pawing at a growing bulge below them. Another Bayonetta wore a cute short hairstyle with long bangs and a flirty bounce, and she was in charge of holding Viola’s arms back so the other one could fidget with the girl’s lap. The third Bayonetta - the twintail sporting, smug bitch that Viola was most familiar with - sat on a cloud of shadow nearby, watching with a voyeur’s delight as her two doubles fondled the younger woman. Whether or not she was the one calling the shots was anyone’s guess, but the devious smile that marked her lips was enough to suggest that if there was a boss in the room, the only thing that really mattered was that it wasn’t Viola.
Yet.
“Kitten, you’re embarrassing me.” The voyeur sighed dramatically, lifting up her arms and giving a wide, dramatic shrug. “Just let her take your pants off already, and we can get to the fun part! Or are you really going to try to make the argument that you’re the only young person in town that wouldn’t have this exact dream and wake up in a puddle of your own pleasant shame?”
“What?! I--” Viola looked up at Bayonetta again, squirming through it all as her arms remained held fiercely in place. She gave a nervous gulp that was immediately followed by an audible gasp - thanks to the fact that her jeans were finally yanked down just enough to expose her cock. The damned thing was so large that it was obviously a source of discomfort within the garment, but now that it was free and dancing in the open air, Viola struggled even more as the delicate fingers of the beehive-haired Umbra Witch were dancing across the underside. “Look, I’m not saying you’re not all hot bitches, but…fuck, don’t I get a say in this?! Don’t I even get to decide which one I get to play with?!”
“Don’t be silly, Kitty.” The same woman that was playing with her cock currently cooed, and offered a playful wink from behind her glasses. “Of course you don’t. Why would we ever care which one you like the most?”
What followed next was easily enough to steal Viola’s complaints, forcing the girl into silence as the various Bayonettas flew into action. The one holding her arms shifted directly behind the blonde, still keeping her in place and giggling softly while Viola flailed. She leaned down to kiss the younger woman’s head in a downright condescending fashion, and even offered a delicate shushing noise while the one at Viola’s lap began to properly play. The skintight suit of silken hair that wrapped around her was quick to part as she leaned forward, staring at Viola’s indignant features as her bare breasts came exposed, only to suddenly squeeze against the girl’s cock from either direction. In an instant, Viola’s length went from trembling in the open air to fully imprisoned between two of the softest mounds of flesh she’d ever witnessed, and the visceral reaction from the girl was immediate.
“F-ffffuuuu--ccccck!” Her twitching, trembling, and stuttering sent all three Bayonettas into a fit of smug giggling. The one actually delivering the titjob squeezed her palms against her breasts to keep swinging them back and forth, fondling and manipulating Viola’s unit with her flesh, and the one on the sideline watching with such delight clapped her hands together as if she was witnessing a grand play.
“Ohh, such a sweet reaction, Kitty!” She applauded the blonde, and ignored the briefly spiteful look Viola shot in her direction. She knew full-well that the manner in which the girl looked at her would change dramatically before the night was over. “You’re simply adorable! I can’t get enough of watching you squirm, even when there’s two more of me to help! Keep her steady, girls, if we’re all going to have a lick of this lollipop, we’d better make sure not to tire her out!”
“I don’t think that will be a problem, you ravishing witch, you.” The short-haired Bayonetta spoke to the one sitting away from the bed, grinning. “She’s got quite a bit of fight in her. All we need to do is gently convince her that all that extra energy will be put to better use enjoying herself, rather than this desperate wriggling and fussing.”
“I think she’s already starting to realize that.” A voice chimed from below from the current expert squeezing her tits against the sides of Viola’s cock. “Why, this little kitty’s already close to popping. I’d better hop on before I lose my chance!”
Viola froze as the woman previously squeezing her cock between her breasts suddenly released it and slithered forward, moving up to her knees so she could straddle the younger woman’s lap. As Bayonetta approached, the skintight suit of hair shifted to completely reveal her - leaving her tits exposed just as they were before, but now uncovering everything else to showcase her flawless physique. Viola merely whimpered from the back of her throat as Bayonetta mounted her lap, gripping the girl’s unit by the base and guiding her towards a smooth, perfect pussy. In an instant, she’d taken what she desired, settling into place and pushing down across the inches, all while Viola unleashed a steady, thrumming murmur of growing delight.
The other two Bayonettas clearly delighted in the scene, with the one holding Viola purring and the other actively applauding. Before long, the riding witch was bouncing readily up and down - holding onto the blonde’s shoulders as she bucked back and forth, taking every inch of that throbbing unit all the way down to the base. She simply took what she desired without even bothering to ask Viola’s permission, simply assuming that the pleasure she’d bring them both would make up for any…violation. Considering the fact that Viola wasn’t fidgeting quite so much anymore, she seemed to be right!
“Oh goodness, what a thrill she is!” Bayonetta laughed as she rode, swinging her breasts in front of Viola’s face, even letting them slap against the girl’s cheeks for an added bit of dominance. “So rigid! So hard! And the way she’s glaring at me? I do believe I’m smitten!”
“Such a special one, our kitty is.” The short-haired woman holding Viola’s arms agreed, and lowered her head to briefly kiss and nibble at the girl’s throat. Just enough to make Viola squirm - just enough to make the goosebumps rise to her flesh. “Don’t you dare take too long, only ride her until you get your special treat. I don’t know how long I can go without getting my turn!”
“Your…your fucking turn?!” Viola finally forced the words to her lips, attempting in a failing fashion to fight against the grip holding her arms in place. “I’m not some fucking horse ride outside a grocery store, you annoying bitches! I’m…I’m…ffffff---” She paused as the beehived Bayonetta slammed downward and rocked her hips from side to side, grinding against Viola’s length while the blonde’s resolve continued to shatter. By the time she started to bounce again, Viola was breathing heavily and her chest was rising and falling, a twinge of exhausted strain clinging to her eyes. “--fffff, it…it feels good enough, I guess. At least…at least you’ve got a decent pussy on you. At least this one does.”
“Don’t be silly, Kitty, they’re all mostly the same.” The one from the sidelines murmured, but pointedly clicked her tongue as she lifted a finger and gestured towards the girl. “Though…we’ve all got our different tastes, of course. I wouldn’t get comfortable just sitting there, if I were you, I think you’ll be working up a sweat before too long!”
Those words painted a picture of strain and effort that Viola wasn’t even worried about in the moment, not while her climax was rapidly approaching thanks to the snug-fitting pussy of Bayonetta. The woman was riding full-force now, holding onto the girl’s shoulders and slamming up and down, moving with such velocity that her copious breasts were slapping against her chest with every thrust, practically applauding Viola’s cock. True to her nature, Bayonetta watched Viola’s eyes with nothing short of smug satisfaction - the look of an Umbra Witch that was always in control, that was always unflinching from any situation. In truth, it was enough to infuriate Viola to the point that the punk finally snapped in vigorous defiance, and in the split-seconds before she hit her peak, she suddenly broke free of the woman holding her arms.
“The…the fuck off me, you!” She barked at the short-haired Bayonetta, but suddenly clapped her hands against the plump backside of the one riding her. “And you…if this is what you want so fucking bad, then take it!”
And with that, Viola lunged forward one more time, fiercely pushing Bayonetta into place atop her. Her cock trembled and spasmed in short order just as the older woman’s peak began, and before long one third of the Umbra Witch matriarchs in the room was steadily being flooded with young, warm cum. Viola hissed through clenched teeth as she started to pump her load through a series of surging jets, each one slathering around within Bayonetta’s nethers and basking them both in a growing heat. While the beehived witch giggled in her place of riding delight, the weakness she felt in that moment became briefly transparent - a bit of her smug superiority cast aside from a fleeting instant of mewling, desperate glee. A moan. A few extra drops of sweat. A shiver that pressed goosebumps over her flesh while she came.
“All right, now, you’ve had enough!” It wasn’t Viola that dislodged them, but the short-haired Bayonetta that had previously been holding the punk steady. She stretched her arms all the way forward to push against the shoulders of the other, sending her careening off of Viola’s lap and down to the shadowy mattress below. “Make way for Mummy, now! Come here, you absolutely adorable little brat of a girl…”
She was so quick to yank at Viola’s shoulders and pull the girl towards her, Viola didn’t even have a chance to notice that by the time the first Bayonetta hit the mattress, she was wearing a new accessory: a thick, heavy, black collar with a rich purple butterfly at the face of it.
One witch was shackled, and Viola wasn’t even trying yet.
***
“Ohh, yes, put those paws right here, Kitty! Put them right here…and squeeze!”
When this all began, Viola might not have been interested in the idea of actively choking one of the Bayonettas with her bare hands. But considering everything they’d put her through so far? She was relishing the opportunity now, and the grip of the older woman’s ass on her cock only made it all the more thrilling.
Such was the trial of the second Umbra Witch, laying flat on her back with her legs splayed out, her ass claiming the enormous weight of Viola’s cock. It was up to the bratty punk to fuck the short-haired witch if she wanted to properly put her in her place, and while Viola had started a bit hesitant when everything first began, she was starting to feel more than a little incensed regarding how the three Bayonettas insisted on treating her. The clucking of their tongues, the teasing way they looked at her, the fact that they never stopped calling her Kitty or Kitten or some other demeaning title…it all made her hands lock tighter around Bayonetta’s throat, fingers wedging into the flesh just as she slammed forward to press her slickened cock deep into a wonderfully tight, snug ass.
“You…you’re all so damn frustrating!” Viola hissed as she pounded away, stripped free of her clothes so she could properly slam the bitch like she deserved. As she rushed forward her balls steadily slapped against Bayonetta’s cheeks, settling upon the mattress for a split-second between every lunge. When she pulled back again, her cockhead nearly popped free of Bayonetta’s spasming ring, but Viola relied on her body’s natural momentum to tell her when to crash forward anew and fuck the slut down to the hilt. Each pulse forward made her hands tighten around Bayonetta’s throat, and thankfully it had the much-welcomed effect of shutting her up…or at the very least, shutting that one up.
“Ohh goodness, Kitty, you’re getting so angry! I can’t imagine how tense you must be, darling.” The yet-untouched Bayonetta chirped from the sidelines, crossing one leg over the other and nibbling idly at her bottom lip. She’d briefly gazed over to see the leather collar that formed around the first one’s throat, but didn’t bother observing it publicly - there was no need for Viola to know just what her passions were doing while she was lost in them! “How is that fit, dear? Is she giving you the squeezing of your life?”
“Just…just you fucking wait, whore, you’ll get yours!” Viola snapped right back at the other woman, giving her the sharpest of glares before turning back to her duty. The dual bliss of tightening her hands around Bayonetta’s throat as she slammed the older woman’s ass was suiting her just fine, bringing out the more dominant side of the punk and leaving it exposed in the open air. Every second that passed, she felt more power flood through her - and every squeeze of Bayonetta’s backdoor around her trembling unit was another mote of encouragement to keep going. To give herself in to the dynamic, reckless pleasure that itched across every inch of her. Sweat lined her figure and her bare backside was so perky that the sidelined Bayonetta couldn’t help but reach out and spank it - delivering a sharp sting that only sent Viola further harder. “F-Fuck! Fuck, this is just what you sluts need to keep you in line! Someone should’ve fucked you silly long ago!”
“Oh, dear, don’t bother yourself with the what if’s…just focus on the here and now!” The one behind her cooed, and while Viola was distracted, already began to paw at herself. She witnessed it all with a smile on her face, her skintight hair pulling aside so she could let her fingers slide over her pussy and tease within her folds, smearing the glistening nectar across the tops of her thighs. She let her gaze dance from Viola’s captivating image to that of the short-haired Bayonetta getting stretched around the girl’s cock ass-first. A fitting punishment for a woman that dared cut their luxurious, beautiful hair! “You’d better cum quick, Kitten, the way you’re squeezing here, she might pass out at any moment!”
“If she does, I’m still not stopping until I’m fucking finished! You hear me?!” Viola roared right back, much to the obscene delight of the Bayonetta being choked. She was red-faced and her mouth was hanging open in a desperate, silent smile - a line of drool escaping the corner of her lips and oozing down across Viola’s tightening fingers. She held onto the girl’s wrists throughout the vigorous choking session but didn’t even attempt to break free, happily letting her back door get used while Viola showed just how strong she was. The battering at her ass left her pussy in a state of constantly spasming joy, and at one point she even found herself in the throes of a violent orgasm - so intense that a jet of clear, hot squirt erupted from her and splattered against Viola’s chest. It was enough that the girl took immediate notice and hissed all the harder, just as her thumbs squeezed right at the spot where Bayonetta’s windpipe rested. “You’re cumming that hard right now!? The fuck is wrong with you? The fuck is wrong with any of you?! I…I’m…I’ve got a mind to--”
Whatever she was going to say failed upon her lips as her own climax drew close, pushed there by the grip of a snug ring and the sheer look of slutty, submissive desperation in the Umbra Witch’s eyes. She was a drooling, choked, red-faced mess, and the look couldn’t have possibly suited her any better, showcasing her for the depraved whore she had the potential to be with the right partner. It wasn’t just anyone that could force an Umbra Witch as powerful as her to rest on her back, let alone lay hands on her throat, but now that she had someone that could handle such a responsibility? She was utterly obsessed with surrendering to it.
For Viola’s part, she didn’t question things as she kept pounding - her balls slapping forward and her climax thundering over her with an even greater intensity than before. She stared down at the whole, bare package as she fucked Bayonetta, from the swinging breasts and the sweat-lined frame, to the juicy pussy that was actively gaping in a hunger for more cock. She was so distracted by the sight and by the sudden flurry of climactic glee that Viola didn’t even notice that something was forming underneath her fingers - materializing in between Bayonetta’s throat and the hands that were choking her, yet another thick black leather collar to keep this one leashed and loyal.
The subsequent peak was intense, and came with another round of applause from the final Bayonetta yet to be sullied. Viola’s peak was unloaded within the older woman’s depths, her cock wedged to the hilt as she spewed jet after jet of sticky, warm, white spunk into the other’s backside. It pushed the submissive slut into another squirting orgasm, and this time her streaks of clear nectar were anything but subtle, splattering against Viola’s toned belly and leaving her absolutely coated in the sticky stink of an orgasmic witch. By the time the blonde staggered back, groaning and whimpering and pulling her throbbing unit free of Bayonetta’s ass, the leather collar was fully in place - and the third of the trio was already moving in to enjoy the next run at their pet kitten. Or rather, the kitten they’d all be a pet to.
“Wonderful work, darling, but you’re making such a mess!” She chirped, intersecting Viola’s line of sight to the short-haired version, nudging her lesser self away. The assfucked witch had no choice but to roll over and join the first in a heap of sticky delight, shivering together as their holes were left leaking cream and their collars glowed with a pulsing purple light within the butterfly design etched across them. Viola noticed none of that, and was instead focusing on the mouth of the twintailed Bayonetta as she knelt on the bed, slithered one hand forward to cup Viola’s sack, and began to guide her mouth towards that beautiful, sensitive cocktip. Her tongue danced back and forth and she even blew Viola a playful kiss before taking her inside, making sure the girl could hear her pleasant, cheerful, inviting voice free of any sinister undertones. “Let Mummy clean you up, yes? Then…we can make a whole new mess together!”
Viola, both the master of these sluts and the prey that had fallen into a circle of hunters, continued to play her part - that of a master tricked into commanding them, and an owner that was fooled into possessing her new pets.
“You…you’d better get sucking then, bitch.” Viola growled, and her hands lowered to take Bayonetta’s twin pigtails in her fists, looping them around her fingers twice over for the fiercest grip she could manage. “And if you don’t go deep enough, I’ll make sure to take what I want.”
“Oh, I’ve no doubt you will, Kitten.” Bayonetta purred in response. “In fact, I’ll be heartbroken if you don’t.”
***
Gagging. Sputtering. Slobbering. Bayonetta offered Viola all those things and more as the girl facefucked her, jamming her cock into the Umbra Witch’s throat and scrubbing against the inside of her walls. Lines of messy spit dangled from the typically refined older woman’s face as she was quite simply used by the girl, slobbering against her bare chest and coating her tits with a dense layer of leaked saliva. It was an utterly disgraceful state for such a powerful creature, and yet Bayonetta gleefully allowed herself to be used as such, finding her pigtails to be a perfect fit within the firm grasp of a horny Viola. Though she didn’t have the space within her mouth to speak and the other two were still recovering from their own rutting, none of them even had the need to say anything anymore - Viola was finally in control, and had finally realized the true potential a kitten could have when it grew up to become a full grown cat.
“That’s it, whore! That’s it! Choke on it, choke on my fucking cock!” Viola’s voice filled the shadowy ether that they were all trapped in, swinging her hips forward with such velocity that Bayonetta’s nose crashed against her lap, and her balls swung to strike at the woman’s bulging throat. The guttaral noises fucked from Bayonetta’s maw filled the air around them, along with a few slurping suction sounds as if she was trying to yank her spit back into her mouth, all while her tongue danced below Viola’s length. The mess continued to build as the blonde gave herself over to the sticky pleasure, grinning like a madwoman and yanking Bayonetta’s head to her with every passing second, struggling to see just how much she could make the older bitch melt around her member. “Ohh, I’ve been wanting to facefuck you since the first time I laid eyes on ya! How’s this, ‘Mummy?!’ Does ‘Mummy’ like this?! Is she enjoying gobbling her girl’s perfect dick?!”
The fact that Bayonetta hadn’t stopped pawing at her own pussy since the first instant her tongue touched Viola’s dick, the answer was a resounding yes.
When Viola released one of Bayonetta’s pigtails, it was only so she could grasp her dick at the base, pulling it briefly free of the older woman’s mouth. She used that opportunity to give Bayonetta a few wicked slaps across the cheeks with it, smearing her spit all over those gorgeous features, knocking Bayonetta’s glasses askew and coating them in a layer of saliva. She just as swiftly jammed her unit right past her lips again an instant later and was busy bulging her throat once more, this time even giving a lazy glance over to the other two - pointing towards them as if they were a testament to her own efforts, rather than how sluttily and depraved they offered themselves up.
“You see the state I left them in?!” Viola barked, her eyes flashing with vigor. “Well, I barely even know them, and that’s how hard I fucked ‘em! You’re going to get it even worse!”
Once more, Bayonetta shivered in delight - hooking three fingers into her soaked pussy and actively riding them in expectation. She thankfully didn’t have to make due with just her digits for long, as the messy facefuck was easily enough to push Viola so close to the brink that she dared not take any chances. She didn’t quite know just how many loads she had left in the chamber that night, and wasn’t about to waste one feeding a bitch when she could unleash it in her pussy instead. To that end, Viola swiftly yanked her dick free of Bayonetta’s mouth and gave her two slaps across the cheeks - one with her dick and another with her open palm, only to then launch her to the mattress so she could fly into position again.
In truth, Bayonetta was curious what pose this newfound tiger would throw her into, and she wasn’t at all disappointed when her legs were lifted in the air and she was rolled back on her shoulders, her lower half hoisted against Viola’s lap. As the girl’s cock slapped against her pussy, Bayonetta realized she was about to be properly fucked via mating press - and the Umbra Witch’s eyes lit with glee as she reached out for Viola, hooking her hands to the girl’s shoulders and threading her long, elegant legs around the blonde’s waist.
“Come and take what’s yours, Kitten~” She practically cooed, daring Viola with one more tease. “Put a collar on me and make me your own!”
Even if VIola didn’t quite understand the weight of Bayonetta’s words, she did as she was told. That perfect, spit-soaked cock suddenly tilted towards the Umbra Witch’s cunt, and a swift shove made sure that Bayonetta’s lap was bulging thanks to the subsequent thrust. There was no teasing, no gentle introduction to that massive member, no mercy given for Bayonetta to get used to the size. All she received was a slap across those glistening pink folds before Viola jammed herself down to the depths and rode the infuriating older woman as hard as she could possibly fucking could.
Even the bed forged from shadow and ether ached underneath their joined weight, with Bayonetta’s eyes going crossed and her tongue dangling from her open mouth as she was drilled. Viola instantly grasped her pigtails again and kept using them as wicked leashes - pulling the Umbra Witch practically in half as she fucked her with vigorous, unforgiving strikes. Each plunge into that soaked pussy rewarded Viola with a thundering squeeze across her shaft and threatened to coax her into a peak, though the blonde managed to resist if only so she could continue to observe that strained, struggling look in Bayonetta’s eyes through her spit-glistened glasses. It really was a treat to see her so helpless and prone, to see the great Umbra Witch as nothing more than her own personal, willing cocksleeve stretched around her dick.
Once more, Viola was so preoccupied with her pleasure that she didn’t even notice the black leather collar that materialized around this final Bayonetta’s throat…or the glowing purple butterfly set against the front. Not that anyone could blame her for missing such a fine detail - the depths of Bayonetta’s pussy was a pleasure that few could hope to reach and even fewer were invited into. Viola was keen to enjoy the offer while it lasted, completely oblivious that from that night on…it was hers to take as she wished.
It’d be a pleasant thing to realize when they were all finished.
Viola absolutely let loose, throwing every ounce of power she could muster into the drilling of the infuriating older woman. Each strike clapped her to the hilt, and each time she pulled back Bayonetta’s pussy managed to squeeze out another bit of nectar, splashing either against her own swaying breasts or Viola’s toned abdomen. The flurry of thrusting gestures kept Bayonetta in a state of almost constant climax but it wasn’t until Viola’s drew near that the violent encounter between them finally reached its head, with the punk blasting forward so hard that actual shockwaves of shadow erupted from the bed of ether, pulsing through the air and leaving mortals in the waking world shivering from every creeping sensation. A depraved fucking that would leave everyone with goosebumps for hundreds of miles around - such was the power of an Umbra Witch’s passion.
When Viola finally hit her peak, in true brat fashion she did it without any other option than going all-in. She not only slammed herself down to the hilt, but she released Bayonetta’s pigtails so she could sink her hands into the mattress, grasping at the tangible shadows and pulling it close, further sandwiching Bayonetta into the mating position. She wedged the Umbra Witch so fiercely against her that their faces drew within an inch of one another, and it was while their breath was shared that Viola finally started to unload - her voice little more than an urgent, wicked whisper that Bayonetta lapped up with a wiggling tongue.
“You’re mine, whore. All of you, across every universe.” It wasn’t just an idle threat, it was a promise, a prediction, and a realization all at once. Something had changed within her, just as her cum began to flow. “You’re nothing more than my harem of whores.”
Under normal circumstances, Bayonetta would’ve flicked her nose, given her a wink, and teased her…but normal circumstances didn’t exist anymore. Instead, the Umbra Witch folded below Viola’s claim and absolutely melted - thrashing underneath her, collecting her cum, and serving as the depraved slut Viola announced her to be.
And in the midst of the swirling darkness with two Bayonettas leaking cream on the sidelines and the third giving in to the throes of a country-shuddering climax, Viola didn’t just bed the older woman…she bred her. Her throbbing cock unleashed spurt after spurt of relentless cum, her hips remained locked like iron to ensure she was never any more shallow than the very entrance to the witch’s womb, and her resolve was nothing short of unbreakable.
Bayonetta was hers. All Bayonettas were. And she was going to do with them whatever the fuck she wanted.
By the time she released the witch from her grasp, the collars around each of them started to twinkle with purple light. The butterfly from each suddenly detached and began to fly towards Viola’s open hand - each one trailing a purple ribbon of light that suddenly fused into a short, sturdy leash. In an instant, Viola was holding a length of leather leading to all three of her sluts at once, and while the other two Bayonettas started to wake up, Viola set her gaze upon them.
“Off your lazy asses, whores!” The punk barked, and gave their leashes a yank. In the same motion she pulled her dick free of the third Bayonetta and pointed it in the first two’s direction - watching as they immediately began to crawl closer with mouths open and eyes locking against her tip. “You’ve got a mess to clean up, and when you’re done, we’re going to go hunting for more of your sisters!”
It wasn’t long before Viola had three separate Bayonetta mouths crossing over her body, and whether they were teasing over her cock, her balls, or the tight pucker of her ass, each one of them served to loyally worship her. The punk preened under the attention and drew in a long, satisfied breath as she assumed her role as the owner of the bitches, and only one thought other than pleasure occupied her mind.
…greed.
Three was a good start, but there were so many, many more to claim. And like any good kitten, she was going to play with her prey.
The End.