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“I should have Oracle check you for an ailment,” Crow mutters as they make their way down.
Joker shudders. “Gross, don’t talk about my sister when we’re about to have sex. Also, this is all me.”
“I suppose not even a status effect could make someone this crazy. You must come by it naturally.”
“Hey! Don’t pretend like you don’t get off on my brand of crazy.”
“It is attractive,” Crow says with a smirk.
“Besides, Crow, face it. You’re just as crazy as I am. Maybe I suggested this, but you agreed.”
Crow sighs, but it’s a fond sound. “We really do make quite the pair. Ah, and here’s our floor.”
The two of them step out onto a safe floor. “Alright, pet,” Crow says. Joker shivers at the sound of his voice. It’s low, smooth, the way it sounds when they’re about to do something that’ll leave Joker absolutely wrecked. “Strip.”
Joker does, folding his Thief outfit neatly and leaving it in a corner where it won’t get messy.
Crow tears off his mask. “Loki!”
His Persona answers to his call, already grinning. It stalks over to Joker, tilting his chin up with one of its claws. “Just can’t get enough of me, can you, thief?”
Joker grins back, cocky. “What kind of thief would I be if I was satisfied with what I’ve already got?”
Loki cackles, the sound like a nightmare. “Fair enough,” it says, grin growing ever wider.
It lashes out, pinning Joker face-down. He thinks about struggling, but honestly, he’s too eager for this and he doesn’t want to waste time playing at resistance.
Joker’s already prepped, stretched out on the biggest plug they own. Thank god they stayed high enough that nothing tried to fight them. It would have been an…interesting experience if anything ambushed them, to say the least.
Loki drags a talon over the base of the plug, nudging it deeper inside, then slowly draws it out. Joker moans as it does, spreading his legs further. Just as the plug is almost fully out, Loki shoves it back in.
Joker yelps. “You g-gonna, shit, fuck me? Or ju—nnn! Just play around?”
Loki laughs again, the sound scraping across his eardrums and making him shudder. “Oh, but you’re such a fun little toy to play with.”
Joker can’t help the little shiver at the way Loki talks about him like he’s nothing more than his plaything. Still, though… “‘M even m-more, hha-aaah, fun with a c-cock in me.”
Despite—or, well, knowing Loki, because of Joker’s complaining, it spends a few more minutes toying with the plug, teasing him. Finally, though, it pulls it all the way out. Being empty is worse, but thankfully, Loki doesn’t hesitate before thrusting into him.
It’s far from the first time they’ve done this. Every single time, though, Loki’s cock is a stretch, and Joker loves it.
“Fuck yes,” he moans.
Loki keeps pressing forward. Its dick is flexible, letting it reach deep inside Joker, to areas nothing else can touch. Joker keens as he’s opened up, rocking back to take even more of Loki’s dick.
Unlike usual, it doesn’t actually fuck him. Instead, it sinks deep inside and stays there. Joker does his best to relax, preparing for what’s to come.
A bulge presses up against his rim. Joker shivers and bears down, trying to make it easier, and is rewarded with it moving up and opening him further. It presses against his prostate, and Joker comes with a moan.
“Gorgeous,” Crow coos, one hand stroking through Joker’s hair. “So pretty when you’re all fucked full.”
Joker stretches forward, trying to get his mouth on Crow’s cock. Crow laughs, freeing his dick and easing it into Joker’s mouth. The familiar weight in his mouth is the perfect complement, and Joker hums happily.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you? Not happy unless you’re fucked full at both ends.”
Joker hums again, this time in agreement. He fucking loves this, loves being used as nothing more than a toy for Crow and Loki’s pleasure.
Another egg presses inside him. Is it bigger than the last? Maybe, maybe not—right now, all Joker can feel is the fullness. Just like the last, it sends pleasure shooting through him as it passes over his prostate. It pushes the other egg deeper inside, making him moan as he’s forced to make space.
Loki doesn’t stop at just two, of course. A third egg travels into him, filling him up further, putting more pressure on the sensitive places inside him. It’s quickly followed by a fourth, making him come yet again.
The eggs seem to be coming at an ever-quickening pace. Joker soon loses count. By the time they finally stop, it feels like if he moves the wrong way, they’ll start poking up into his throat, forcing Crow’s cock out. With the Metaverse’s rather…hand-wavey approach to human biology, that might very well be true.
Fuck, he’s never been this fucking full. Then Loki does start fucking him. Joker keens as the eggs jostle inside him, coming again.
God, it’s—so much. When it pulls out, the eggs fill the space its cock leaves behind. When it thrusts back in, they’re shoved back inside. Every time, they settle in new places, press against different spots inside of him. It’s not long at all before Joker comes again. And again, and again…
“So fucking pretty like this.” Crow’s talons comb through his hair, his other hand cradling his face. “Broken down and pathetic.”
Joker sobs and drools as he’s forced through orgasm after orgasm. Crow is rocking into his mouth, making him choke, unable to control his gag reflex like he normally can when he’s being so thoroughly used.
Just when he’s sure he can’t take another moment of being fucked, Loki fucks deep inside him and doesn’t move. He doesn’t even have time to let out a sigh of relief, though, before there’s suddenly even more pressure inside of him. Loki—Loki’s coming, its cum filling him even further, rounding out his stomach and taking up any bit of space the eggs weren’t already occupying. God, it feels like he’s about to burst. To make it worse, Crow groans and thrusts into Joker’s mouth, coming inside him as well. He has no choice but to swallow it down, filling him up just that tiny bit more.
Loki pulls out. Immediately, its cum gushes out of Joker’s gaping hole. It nudges at Joker, and he blinks, dizzy and confused, unsure of what it wants.
Long claws wrap around him, turning him over. Joker keens, high-pitched, as the eggs shift inside him again. The weight of them presses heavily against his spine, seems to crush all the air from his lungs. When he looks down, he sobs, eyes wide—his stomach is enormous, the round bulge of it seeming impossibly large. Shakily, he raises a hand and gently touches the stretched skin.
At least it isn’t fucking him anymore, isn’t filling him up further. He can handle this, a delicate equilibrium.
“Oh, Joker. You aren’t done yet.” Crow’s sweetly cruel voice catches his attention. He blinks hazily up at Crow. He doesn’t—he can’t think, doesn’t know what Crow means.
“You still have to get them out,” Loki says with a wicked grin.
Joker whines pitifully. How’s he supposed to do that? He’s exhausted from coming so many times, hole so lax and loose he’s shocked the eggs aren’t just popping out on their own. He pushes down, trying to get them out. They move a little, but not enough.
“Awww, having trouble?” Crow coos, still sickly-sweet.
Joker whines again and nods.
“Loki, give him a hand, why don’t you?”
That grin grows wider, and Loki leans forward, applying gentle pressure to Joker’s stomach. Immediately, the eggs shift down and start to stretch open Joker’s hole. He shrieks, eyes rolling back in his head, tears springing to his eyes as he’s stretched even further open.
“Ha-aaahh!” The widest part of the egg finally passes through his rim, letting the rest slide out with ease, slick with Loki’s cum. Another follows soon after.
They’re bigger now, somehow. They must be. That’s the only explanation for how every egg makes him feel like he’s being torn apart in a way even Loki’s cock hadn’t made him feel. Egg after egg leaves him, the swell of his stomach slowly decreasing. The stretch, the constant pressure against his prostate, the way Crow watches him with lust and cruel glee in his eyes…it all forces him over the edge over and over again. He’s no longer capable of words, only able to choke out pathetic, needy noises.
Every part of him hurts, from the burning, aching gape of his hole, to his throat, sore from sobs and screams, to his nerves, sending overstimulated sparks of pleasure-pain through him. His entire world is this, nothing more than a vessel. It seems never-ending—just how many eggs did Loki put in him?
He’s not even coming anymore, or maybe it’s all one long orgasm. He can’t be sure. It all just blends together in one overwhelming blur.
After an agonizing, ecstatic eternity, it’s over. Joker lies on the ground, dumb, breathless, drooling mindlessly even as his hole clenches around nothing.
“Fuck, love, you did so well for me.” Crow’s fingers card through his hair. Joker leans in to the touch, a warm swell of contentment washing over him. He did good for Crow, made him happy, and that’s all that matters.
Crow leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Joker’s forehead. “Alright, darling. Let’s get you healed up.”
Joker lets out a wordless little grumble of complaint. He doesn’t want to be healed, wants to keep the lingering aches and pain with him.
“I can’t carry you all the way home,” Crow says, an amused smile playing at his lips. “And I’m fairly certain you can’t walk. Come on, kitten. I won’t even heal you all the way.”
Joker pouts, but accepts the snack Crow feeds him. The ache in his ass recedes, as does some of the fog in his head.
“Mm. One day we’ll find a Palace we can enter from your apartment,” Joker mumbles. “Then you’ll have no excuse.”
“I’d hardly call proper aftercare an excuse,” Crow huffs. “Now. Can you stand? Or do I need to heal you further?”
Joker manages to stagger to his feet. His everything hurts more at the movement, but it’s bearable. He flashes a grin up at Loki. “Thanks for the good time.”
Loki smiles back, sharp teeth fully on display. “You make a wonderful incubator. Maybe next time you’ll be able to take even more—I could break you on them.”
Joker’s sure Loki sees the way his breath catches and his pupils dilate at the idea. He’s not sure if it means to break him mentally, physically, or both. “Bet you could.”
Next time…yeah, he absolutely wants to do this all over again.