Marvel: Impregnation System

Chapter 168 - 161: The Problem With Addiction (R18) Second Half

ZIP

"Gotta be what therapy is like, it's gotta be." Ricky said to himself, knowing he hadn't felt this relieved in a while.

"Hey are you doing anything next thursday?" Ricky realized, trying to book another session as he turned around to Rosa lying stark naked on the floor.

Cum streaking out of her holes while she was still bound in place by the very toys Ricky had tied her down with.

"Haahesbaskalge~" Rosa whispered gibberish, her teeth having bitten clean through the ball gag as it swirled in her mouth.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes," Ricky muttered, nodding as he pulled away. He turned to close the door behind him, only to freeze at the sight of Gus standing there.

"WHAT THE-" Ricky flinched, eyes widening at his prim and proper son, clearly caught off guard.

"Jesus Christ, Gus, put a bell around your neck or something," Ricky sighed, rubbing his temple before glancing between the door and his son, with a reluctant sigh, he motioned him forward.

"I'm guessing you didn't want a goodbye hug or anything like that?" Ricky asked, nudging the kid on the shoulder only for Gus to shake his head slightly, his gaze flickering toward the door before settling back on his father.

"Not with those hands, no," Gus shot back, his words laced with dry disgust.

The realization was clear on his face, he knew exactly what was behind that door but it wasn't his business, and that's why he kept walking forward.

"Wow, so icy~" Ricky teased, pinching his face as Gus reeled back in disgust and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Stop that-"

"Stop what?" Ricky asked, prodding Gus with a smirk, acting like a child while the actual child played the adult.

"I mean it, Father. It is not funny." Gus' voice was firm as he quickened his pace, breaking into a full-blown sprint.

"Really? Cause I think it's hilarious!" Ricky laughed, still faster, effortlessly keeping up as he toyed with his son, chasing him around the manor.

While this was taking place, Juan, his hands still wrapped in bandages, went looking for Gus, only to stop in his tracks at the sight before him.

The upright child, the same one who had been trying to shoulder the burdens of the cartel far too early, actually looked like a kid for once.

"STOP IT! DO NOT GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON ME!" Gus shouted, sprinting at full speed as Ricky cackled viciously behind him, chasing him all around the backyard.

The reason Juan wanted his nephew to go to New York was that he believed being confined to the compound wouldn't be good for him.

But at this moment, Juan realized it might be better to let Gus live as he wished, guiding him rather than forcing his will upon him.

HUFF

HUFF

HUFF

Gus was out of breath, stumbling to his knees, his vicious glare locking onto Ricky, who cackled while rinsing his hands at a nearby hose.

"Man, you gotta get out more." Ricky joked, not even breaking a sweat as he wiped his hand on a nearby rag.

"Well, the neighboring cartels have been gunning for my uncle lately, so my mother and I have been locked up here for our safety," Gus promptly disclosed, private information shared with someone who wasn't really an outsider.

"If you want some help-"

"We are fine, I'm sure that the Lucaino family is already busy enough as it is-"

Snap

Ricky suddenly flicked Gus' head, cutting him off mid-sentence. The small child immediately rubbed the sore spot, his glare fierce but laced with something venomous.

"Aye, don't say it like that," Ricky chuckled, crouching down to meet Gus at eye level before tapping his chest.

"You're a Luciano, and Luciano's look after their own." Ricky smiled, patting his son's cheek before rising to his feet.

"I'll never be too busy to help you, just don't be a sissy and reach out," Ricky said, opening a portal.

Gus flinched at the sight, the raw power of it something he had never known.

"See ya later, killer." Ricky winked before stepping through, leaving behind only those parting words.

Young and impressionable, Gus frowned, his gaze dropping to where Ricky had tapped his heart while rubbing it slightly.

"Luciano's look after their own, huh?

Meanwhile At Italiano's,

A portal opened up, Ricky ready to finally start his day—only to spot Samuel sitting in a nearby chair, his hollow eyes fixed on him.

"No-"

"Slick-"

"No, I gotta get back to work-"

"Agatha says she needs you, and I don't get it, but she was serious." Samuel sighed, his tone indifferent as he opened a portal of his own.

"I'm just the messenger. Do with that as you see fit." Samuel relayed the message and left, already moving on to his other duties.

Ricky's gaze drifted to the towering stack of papers on his desk as he knew that if he didn't handle them now, he'd only have more work tomorrow.

But then Agatha's face flashed in his mind, and he groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

Sigh

"Fucking hell~" Ricky sighed heavily, opening a portal and walking through it.

The moment he stepped through, he found himself in Staten Island, the new home of Agatha's coven.

The place looked no different than before, a nondescript neighborhood that held a secret under its mundane exterior.

This borough was more tucked away than the others, with a lower population but a tightly-knit community.

It was a place where tension simmered beneath the surface, as the existing residents felt the shift in their dynamic.

However, Agatha's political acumen smoothed over any concerns, having spent so much time among humans that she knew exactly how to keep the peace.

As Ricky walked down the street, the residents didn't quite recognize him until he neared a particular section of the neighborhood, carved out specifically for the coven.

Only when he entered the northern part of Staten Island did the true landscape begin to unfold.

The rumors about the Lucky Corporation being built here weren't just talk.

There were two head offices under construction, one in downtown New York to appease the government, and another hidden beneath the veil of the coven's operations.

Unlike before, when they'd concealed themselves under an illusion, the coven had shifted tactics as they were hiding in plain sight now.

Stores were being built, residents were settling into suburban life, and the coven as a whole was attempting to blend in.

However, there were still outliers, many members of the coven, wearing their traditional robes and witch attire, lingered around, clearly out of place among the mundane life being constructed around them.

But all in all, the coven was settling under the new rule of the Luciano family, with Ricky's project already beginning to unfold.

The groundwork was being laid, and things seemed to be moving smoothly, however, there were still slight hiccups that remained, issues that would need to be addressed by the next generation.

The new balance was fragile, and it would take time for everything to fall into place, but for now, the Luciano family's influence was beginning to shape the future of Staten Island, with the coven firmly embedded within it.

"Hey!" a child called out, a pack of ragtag kids surrounding him.

Ricky turned to face the group of rough-looking kids, each of them eyeing him with what appeared to be a stink eye to Ricky.

'Don't tell me I gotta beat up-'

"Can we have your autographs!" The group, clearly trying to look tougher than they were, held out pieces of paper towards Ricky, their eyes full of anticipation.

Ricky, momentarily caught off guard, blinked at them, processing the words and looking down at the paper, then back up at him.

"Huh?"

Although Ricky was respected within the Italian community, revered in the mutant world, he was actually idolized in the coven.

Even though Ricky barely used his grimoire, his status as a warlock still carried immense weight. His deeds didn't go unheard, especially with Agatha constantly bolstering them.

She knew the value of his power, and her influence within the coven ensured that his name was spoken with respect and reverence.

While Ricky might not flaunt his abilities openly, Agatha made sure the whispers of his actions which made the next generation actually see him as a role model funnily enough since they heard his tales about Dracula, with the new ones already being spun about him defeating the witch hunters.

"Yeah, why not." Ricky shrugged, grabbing the pieces of paper and starting to sign his name repeatedly.

"W-We also joined the family, to follow you!" the kid piped up, trying to look cool, but the stars in his eyes contrasted heavily.

"Us too!" The other patted their chest, looking at Ricky who handed them each back his autograph.

"Oh yeah, how's it going?" Ricky asked, already sensing there were some problems, his mind drifting to the usual issues between the normie and mutant sectors. But he was wrong.

"Boss, they just don't get how cool you are!" The kid revealed, grimacing at the fact as the others nodded in agreement.

They were clearly frustrated, their tough exteriors betraying how much they valued Ricky's approval.

Although both the coven and the Italian community had very hierarchical structures, they were vastly different in their approach to power and respect.

The Italian community, at its core, was a family.

It operated like a congregation of like-minded individuals, bound together by tradition, loyalty, and shared values.

It thrived on respect, cooperation, and the understanding that everyone had a role to play, from the lowliest associate to the boss at the top.

While there were levels within the hierarchy, the community functioned more like a network of allies who supported one another, each person contributing in their own way.

The coven, however, was a pyramid.

At the foundation were those who were weak, hidden, or untested, and at the apex stood those with immense power and influence, warlocks and witches who had proven their strength.

In the coven, only power mattered.

It wasn't about family bonds or shared history; it was about survival and growth.

This mentality had been ingrained in the witches and warlocks ever since the days of New Salem, where their existence was constantly threatened.

In such an environment, nurturing talent wasn't just a choice, it was a necessity since weakness was not tolerated, for the coven's very survival depended on those strong enough to defend it from external threats.

Those who remained weak were either cast aside or met with harsh consequences which is why so many fields of magic studies were conducted so as to contribute to the coven as a whole.

Strength was revered but it was not specifically defined, and those at the top were the ones who commanded respect through their achievements, while those below were expected to prove their worth constantly.

So, when the Italian community came to respect and acknowledge Ricky, it didn't sit well with the younger generation within the coven.

To them, Ricky wasn't just another figure to be respected as part of a community; he was a symbol of something else entirely.

They believed he should be on a pedestal, a place of absolute authority that only the strongest in their ranks were supposed to occupy.

To see him operating at the level of mere associates, kids who, in their eyes, hadn't yet earned that kind of stature, was an insult.

The Italian community's sense of familial respect clashed with the coven's cutthroat logic.

In the eyes of the younger coven members, Ricky's placement on the same level as everyone else was a slight against the very nature of what strength and dominance meant in their world.

It wasn't about love, loyalty, or respect; it was about proving who had the power, and in their eyes, Ricky should be proving it at the top, not alongside them.

"Aye, I get it's gonna be tough, but know this, you guys are the future of the family," Ricky said, looking down at the young warlocks and witches as their eyes sparkled with renewed hope as his words took hold.

"The Luciano Family runs New York. Soon, the coven will fully integrate into it, and you'll be the foundation of what our family becomes in the future." Ricky's voice was steady and confident, his hand reaching out to pat one of the kids on the cheek, a gesture full of both reassurance and challenge.

"Remember, Luciano's look after their own, and you'll be fine." Ricky's words rang with finality as he turned to leave, his back to the kids as he started walking down the street, waving over his shoulder.

"Don't worry boss, leave it to us!"

Ricky walked down the street, an odd sense of discomfort creeping over him. Instead of the usual bowing heads, the coven treated him almost like a savior, handing him random trinkets, flowers, and small tokens of gratitude.

He didn't expect it, and it left him feeling strangely out of place, like he was being overwhelmed but instead of attention, it was gifts.

When he finally reached the new house Agatha had bought, a mansion that stood out even amidst the rest, Ricky was already carrying an armful of various gifts, entirely from the coven.

He pushed open the grand doors, the weight of the random offerings heavy in his arms, and walked inside.

The mansion greeted him with its luxurious, pristine interior, but it felt oddly empty since they had just moved in.

"DADDY!" Zatanna lunged at his leg, wrapping herself around it like a koala clinging to a branch.

"HIT, HIT, HIT!" Johnny shouted, rushing at Ricky with a wooden sword in hand. He swung it at Ricky's other leg, landing a few playful blows.

"Actually shameless to come at me with stuff in my hands." Ricky frowned, watching his two kids giggle manically.

With a sigh, he lugged them forward, finally dropping all the gifts onto the kitchen table before looking down at Zatanna laughing and Johnny hitting him.

"Where's your mother?" Ricky asked, picking them both up and kissing Zatanna on the cheek.

"Not telling!" Zatanna laughed, kissing Ricky back on the cheek as he went to do the same to Johnny only to avoid being hit with the sword.

"Hey, watch it." Ricky frowned, taking away the wooden sword and throwing it onto the wooden table as Johnny started to pout.

"But I hit things~" Johnny, in a broken speech, pouted as Ricky kissed his blond hair before setting them both down.

"Ya gotta pace yourself, can't just go around hitting everything... right?" Ricky chuckled, only to see Johnny turn his head to the side, a clear indication that he'd been doing exactly that.

"Johnny, right?" Ricky asked again, eyeing his guilty son, who had been going around hitting everything in sight.

"Young mistress Zatanna, young master Johnny, where are you?"

A sudden call echoed through the house, and Ricky turned to see a familiar figure. The kids, on the other hand, recognized her immediately.

"Grandma Ginny!" They cried out excitedly, rushing over to her.

Ricky looked at the elderly woman, who was, in fact, Agatha's old apprentice. Ginny, with a sweet smile, scooped up the giggling children before casting a scowl in Ricky's direction.

"Ricky," Ginny spat, her disdain palpable as she looked at the very man who was the other half of such lovely children.

"Lindsy," Ricky nodded, addressing her with the name she hated as Ginny's smile, now laced with venom, didn't go unnoticed.

"If you're wondering where the woman who's too good for you is, she's upstairs," Ginny said, her voice dripping with false warmth as they both knew it was just an act for the kids.

"Oh, thank you, and one more thing, Lindsy," Ricky chuckled, walking toward the stairs with the sweetest smile, one that would never reach his eyes.

"Go f*ck yourself," Ricky added, his grin widening as he walked away. Ginny's face turned pale as the kids tilted their heads in confusion.

"What does f*ck mean-"

"Nothing, my lovies, nothing," Ginny quickly covered, trying to maintain her composure.

Ricky ascended the stairs with a frustrated frown, pushing open the office door to find Agatha, her reading glasses perched on her nose, engrossed in a stack of reports.

"Alright I'm here, what's the problem?" Ricky asked, spreading out his arms since he lugged himself all the way here because Agatha needed him.

"And also, wouldn't it be easier to go out, find the most venomous snake, put an apron on it, and make that the nanny for the two?" Ricky asked, genuinely curious, as he walked over to Agatha, who hadn't even noticed his arrival.

"Agatha~" Ricky sensually whispered, leaning down and planting both of his hands on her shoulders, slowly rubbing away the tension along with her gaze.

Sigh

"I'm sorry-" Agatha sighed, placing her hand over Ricky's, clearly exhausted from the constant pressure of work.

Like him, she had been juggling multiple tasks, which kept them both preoccupied.

"It's fine, I get it." Ricky leaned down, kissing the top of her head before gently turning her chair to face him. She smiled slowly, her eyes softening.

"So, why am I here?" Ricky asked, his curiosity piqued as he watched Agatha rise from her seat and step closer, her hand wrapping around his neck.

"I want another baby." Agatha whispered, raising her gaze up to meet Ricky's as he kissed her forehead.

"Alright." Ricky shrugged, feeling a little drained but having enough in the tank to give out a couple of shots.

"Ha, that's it?" Agatha asked, watching Ricky start to unbuckle his belt only to freeze at this sudden question.

"Is there supposed to be something more?" Ricky wondered, thinking it would be cut and dry as Agatha frowned while shaking her head.

"Oh Ricky, it's a good thing you're cute." Agatha sighed heavily, placing her head on his chest while tapping it gently.

"If this is about work-"

"It's not," Agatha sighed, her expression a mixture of frustration and understanding as she knew how hard both of them had to work, constantly running in different directions, consumed by their duties.

It was the very reason they struggled to find time for each other, to come together and share a moment beyond shared troubles.

But through all of that, Agatha was finally settling down, building a family, and Ricky was a part of that, however imperfectly.

Figures, women to be more precise, loomed around him, always complicating matters.

Agatha, much like Raven, had lived a long life, and her views on relationships were shaped by the many years she had spent understanding power dynamics, alliances, and sacrifice.

The initial bond between her and Ricky was born of necessity, crossing their bloodlines to tie him to the coven.

But it hadn't stayed simple.

She fell for him, and as time passed, they built something that neither of them expected and still, the structure of their relationship was never fully defined, leaving room for uncertainty.

Agatha had always understood the intricacies of power, how love and alliances could intertwine.

She had never expected Ricky to only be hers, especially after the kind of relationship they'd set up at the very beginning.

They never set clear boundaries when they entered this relationship, so though Agatha felt the sting of jealousy, she never tried to bind Ricky to her will.

After all, she was the one who initiated this arrangement as she never expected him to be hers alone.

What she did take solace in was the fact that Ricky saw her as more than just a pawn in their convenient alliance, how he loved her, and that was enough, at the time.

But, despite her rational mind understanding the dynamics of their relationship, a part of her grew greedy.

She wanted more.

More of Ricky's time, more of his affection.

Deep down, though she would never admit it to him, she longed for him to focus on her more as to make her the center of his world.

Ricky's time, however, was limited.

He had so many things demanding his attention, and at the end of the day, Agatha often found herself grappling with the reality of the other women in his life and what set them apart.

So, as much as she understood the complexities of their bond, Agatha couldn't help but want to be the woman who gave Ricky the most children.

From an outsider's perspective, it might seem irrational, even weird, but to Agatha, it wasn't about being obsessive, it was about securing her place in his life.

She didn't want to fall behind or, worse, be left behind and if there ever came a day when Ricky wasn't there, she wanted to be surrounded by her family, her children, as a constant reminder of the love they shared.

Agatha wasn't driven by convenience; she wanted to build a large family because, deep down, it was her way of feeling secure in their bond.

In her heart, she believed that creating this foundation would not only tie them together, but also solidify their future.

A future she was determined to shape, with Ricky by her side, as both a partner and the father of their children.

"I just-......I just want more." Agatha truthfully said, petting Ricky's chest as he held her close with his pants wrapped around his ankles.

"If you wanna talk about it-"

Snap

"I'd rather not." Agatha snapped her fingers, the office slowly morphing into a sex dungeon way more sophisticated than Rosa's novice one.

"Oh good~" Ricky was relieved, letting himself be pushed back onto the bed with black leather covers.

"For a second there, I thought we were about to have a heart-to-heart-and I'm tied up." Ricky chuckled, reaching to wipe the sweat off his forehead, only to realize he was fully bound to the bed.

"But in the good way~" Agatha purred, clad in a sleek black leather suit, the zippers undone to reveal her perky breasts and the curve of her body.

Snap

Agatha snapped her fingers, dispelling the clothes off of Ricky who sort of sighed while looking at her with a pensive stare.

"What? Isn't it my turn to be on top?" Agatha asked, strutting over to Ricky in her dominatrix attire.

"Yeah but-"

"You always get to go wild, have your way with me, and treat me like some plaything," Agatha taunted, tapping the crop in her hand.

She tilted her head at Ricky, who wanted to refute her words but couldn't, having just treated Rosa like a mere sex doll only moments earlier.

"Ok, fair point, but listen, here's my response to that." Ricky nodded his head, seeing where she was coming from as she walked onto the bed.

"I'm a dude." Ricky shrugged in his bindings, being all but honest with Agatha who scoffed.

"What? It's true, guys just wanna do it." Ricky laughed, watching Agatha shake her head at this piss poor excuse.

"Like a caveman, I see a hole, I look at the hole, I fuck the hole, then I bounce. The cycle repeats, but with a woman." Ricky rambled in his own words, fumbling out his reasoning behind his way of f*cking.

However, his words seemed like nonsense, but underneath, there was a certain crude logic.

Biologically speaking, humans are driven by a primal urge to procreate, though it's not always a conscious thought.

The reason women tend to put more care and emotion into procreation is rooted in the significant biological and resource demands that come with pregnancy and raising a child.

From a purely evolutionary perspective, women invest a lot more physically, emotionally, and time-wise into the process of childbirth and child-rearing.

Pregnancy requires a woman's body to undergo substantial physical changes and provide resources for the developing fetus, such as nutrients and energy.

After birth, the demands continue, with breastfeeding, nurturing, and protecting the child until it becomes independent.

This extended involvement means that women, over the course of evolution, have developed a natural tendency to be more selective when it comes to choosing a mate.

They seek out partners who are capable of providing not just genetic material, but also resources, such as protection, support, and stability, that will ensure the offspring's chances of survival.

This selectivity is also tied to emotional investment, as women have a more sustained bond with their children due to the long-term nurturing and caregiving involved.

It's not just about the biological process of reproduction, but the emotional and psychological commitment needed to ensure the child grows into a healthy, capable adult.

For men, however, it's a different story.

The process requires only a brief moment and a small contribution of semen to potentially create life.

From an evolutionary standpoint, the most efficient strategy for a man to pass on his genes is to impregnate as many women as possible, ensuring that his genetic legacy is carried forward.

Because men don't face the same long-term physical and emotional investment as women, there's less biological pressure to be selective.

The emphasis is on quantity, rather than quality, of partners.

"Is that your excuse for always whoring around?" Agatha asked, pressing her foot onto his cock and pushing down as he hesitated.

"No?" Ricky smoothly said, raising an eyebrow as if he didn't believe it as Agatha hit the crop against her palm.

Twack

"Ok, ouch, second of all, this is crazy karma-" Ricky playfully said, watching her hit his thigh with the crop only for his words to unconsciously trail off.

"Why? Is it because you were doing this with another slut?"

They locked eyes for a moment, Agatha widening hers as Ricky quickly tried to brush it off.

"Was she on top?" Agatha asked, her gaze sharpening with deadly intent, the question hanging in the air like a threat that could either shatter or solidify everything between them.

"No, she's a hardcore masochist-" Ricky said nonchalantly, but Agatha cut him off, pressing the crop firmly above his mouth, silencing him.

"Good, because if you ever, EVER, want to touch these ladies, you'll play along." Agatha replied, relaying her words with the subtle moves of her hand that moved down all of her assetsher voice dripping with calm authority, though her eyes remained cold as she gestured toward the door.

"But if you really don't want to, you can leave right now. Just know this, you'll never come back." Agatha's tone softened, but there was no warmth in her gaze.

Agatha chuckled, but the sound was hollow, her grip tightening as something inside her snapped at the thought of losing the one thing they shared, BDSM, being tainted by some sub-slut.

"Does that mean no fun time-"

"What do you think?" Agatha asked with a chuckle, knowing she couldn't force him to do anything but instead, gave him the choice like any other time.

Either let her have her way with him, or he can have his way with all the sluts he wants, but she'll be excluded.

"Fine but there will never be ass play cause I don't even trim the hedges down there cause I don't expect any visitors and it's forever gonna stay that way" Ricky declared, deciding to literally be Agatha's sex doll as she shrugged at this rule.

"Fine." Agatha then snapped her fingers, appearing a purple ball gag and a blindfold as Ricky looked at the irony of the situation.

However instead of pouncing on Ricky, Agatha took her time, savoring the moment as she straddled her prey, her weight pressing him into the mattress.

Her hands tracing his skin, surveying his arms that were stretched above his head, wrists bound securely in black leather restraints, leaving him completely at her mercy.

It was salivating for Agatha, licking her lips and pressing her fingers against his, moving them down to caress his cheek while looking upon the blindfold that stole his sight, leaving him in darkness, while the ball gag muffled anything more than muffled groans and grunts.

She ran her fingers along his bare chest, nails dragging lightly over his skin before dipping lower, teasing the sharp lines of his abdomen.

"Mmm, look at you," Agatha murmured, even though he couldn't see her gaze and lowered her black lipsticked lips right above his ears.

"So helpless. So obedient."

Ricky let out an irritated grunt, though the twitch on his cock betrayed his anticipation and it only made Agatha smirked.

Whenever Agatha was with Ricky, he was always on top, always in control, always had that fight in him, but it was her turn to take control, making him surrender to her touch, her pace, her rules.

Leaning down, she traced the shell of his ear with her tongue, sensually dragging it across his ear before biting the lobe.

"You're mine right now, and you're going to take whatever I give you." Agatha raked her nails down his torso again, a sharp contrast to the warmth of her breath as she kissed the corner of his jaw.

Agatha smirked as she felt Ricky's cock throb in her grasp, his body reacting to her every touch despite his muffled protests.

But just as quickly as she'd wrapped her fingers around him, she pulled back, leaving nothing but empty air and cruel anticipation.

"So impatient," Agatha mused, slapping his thigh just enough to remind him who was in control.

"I decide when you get what you want." Agatha let the anticipation build, ghosting her fingers over his sensitive spots but never giving him enough.

Her tongue was a brush, and his body was the canvas as she traced slow, deliberate strokes from his ear, down the curve of his neck, and across his chest, leaving behind a slick path that cooled against his heated skin.

Agatha took her time, savoring the way his muscles twitched under her touch as she flicked her tongue over one of his nipples before closing her lips around it, sucking just hard enough to make him tense.

But right when Ricky thought it couldn't get any weirder, she grasped his cock once more and squeezed as he instinctively let out a deep, muffled grunt rumbled in his throat, his body betraying him even as he tried to stay still.

He groaned against the gag, frustration growing with each passing second but Agatha just laughed, running her hand up his shaft before rubbing her palm on his tip.

Agatha let out a slow, satisfied exhale as her fingers slipped between her slick folds, her own arousal matching the heat radiating from Ricky's bound body.

She bit her lip, savoring the sensation, her breath hitching as she circled her clit with lazy, indulgent strokes.

All the while, she kept herself just out of Ricky's reach, her lips ghosting over his skin, her breath teasing, but never quite touching where he needed it most.

"See? You're already so desperate," Agtha teased, pressing her lips against his throat, feeling his pulse hammering beneath her mouth.

"I could keep you like this for hours. Helpless. Needy. Mine." Agatha continued, marking his body with her hickies, trailing all across the brush strokes she had drawn with her tongue.

"But I won't, I'm not that cruel~" Agatha purred, her tongue flicking out again, forming a wet, sinuous hickey-filled trail down his chest, stopping just to tease over his hardened nipples before she gave one a slow, playful bite.

Ricky's body tensed beneath her, a muffled sound vibrating through the gag, looking to the side before laughing through the ball gag.

She dragged her nails down his sides, her touch light, ghosting over his skin as her mouth followed the path lower, lower still.

The blindfold robbed him of sight, leaving him at the mercy of sensation alone, each touch, each brush of her lips amplified by the anticipation coursing through his veins.

Stopping just before his aching cock, Agatha let her breath fan over his length, feeling the way he strained toward her, desperate for relief. @@novelbin@@

"So eager, so needy~" Agatha purred, her hot breath panting on his veiny cock that twitched at the moisture.

Then, as if offering tribute, Agatha puckered her lips and pressed a delicate, almost reverent kiss to the swollen tip of his cock.

An almost whining, muffled groan tore through Ricky's throat as he literally just wanted some head but now had to literally jump through bound hoops to get it.

Agatha simply chuckled, her fingers still buried between her own legs, lazily circling her clit as she savored the power she held over him.

"Mmm," Agatha hummed, her breath warm against his sensitive flesh while her hand, wrapped around his base, started to delicately stroke him.

"You like that, don't you?" Agatha asked, kissing his tip again, so soft, so teasing, before letting her tongue flick out, barely tasting him, just enough to drive him mad.

His cock twitched in response, desperate for more, but she pulled back with a satisfied sigh.

Then, without warning, she parted her lips and let her tongue swirl slowly around his tip, savoring the way he twitched and strained against his bindings.

But just as quickly as she gave him that taste, that all encompassing wet warmth that spiraled around his cock, she pulled back again, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she denied them both what they craved.

"Patience, darling~" Agatha whispered, grinning as she flicked her tongue over her lips.

Leaning down, she brushed her lips along the inside of his thigh, her breath hot, her tongue flicking out just enough to make him flinch.

Almost magnetic, she started kissing his thigh and trailing them all the way back up to his cock but instead of staying seated she moved.

Wrapping her fingers around him firmly, she raised her hips to rub her salivating folds on his veiny, twitching cock, stroking it, lathering it, and embracing him in what it could have.

"I could ride you right now," Agatha's hot breath rang out, straddling his waist and rolling her hips just above his aching cock, her wetness dripping onto him but denying him the relief he so desperately craved.

"Take what I want, use you however I please." Agatha whispered, moving his tips right at the gates of her pussy, teasing him at the very precipice of their union.

His entire body trembled beneath her, the frustration evident in the way his hands clenched into fists against the restraints.

"But-" Agatha sighed dramatically, squeezing just a little before letting go entirely,

"I did say I'm not that cruel, didn't I?"Agatha said as she unbuckled the ball gag, letting it fall from his mouth with a slick pop, his jaw clenching as he sucked in a breath.

She grinned, tilting her head, still positioning his cock on the gate of her being that would allow her to be violated but holding back at that last second.

"Go on, Ricky," Agatha taunted, her eyes gazing back down at his anxious cock before returning her stare towards him.

"Tell me how much you want it." Agatah said, her fingers traced along his length again, barely touching, enough to make him throb with need.

"Or," Agatha added, her voice dripping with amusement."

"I could just take my pleasure and leave you like this-"

"God fcking dammit Agatha, I want to have sex, fck!" Ricky cursed, honestly annoyed and completely feeling what it was like to be teased but unlike Rosa, he didn't enjoy the whole straddling approach.

Agatha was acting like some sort of vile succubus and taunting Ricky with that act of pleasure without actually giving it to him.

Ricky wouldn't lie, he was frustrated and for that single reason, Agatha blushed while placing his tip in that right spot.

"That's all I wanted to hear."

Clap

Her ass, tightly bound in her black leather skinsuit, slammed down onto Ricky's thigh, a resounding clap echoing through the room as she finally took what she wanted.

Without warning, without mercy, she willingly impaled herself onto his cock, sinking down in one swift, devastating motion.

Feeling that slight throb vibrate deep in her loins, Agatha smiled, relishing the raw power she held over him.

The ecstasy of it all hit her in waves, her body arching as pleasure coiled tighter in her core as she rolled her hips, drawing him even deeper, feeling every twitch, every pulse of his cock buried inside her.

"See? Just like Mommy promised~," Agatha purred, a sultry chuckle slipping past her lips.

Her hand glided up the sleek surface of her skintight suit before seizing her own breast, fingers digging in with shameless hunger.

Biting her lip, she let her smile stretch wide, seductive, teasing, as the heat in her cheeks deepened.

Although she felt fulfilled, feeling his cock fill her up to the very brim, rather it was Ricky's struggle that truly thrilled her, the way he grit his teeth, wrists bound tight, helpless beneath the slow, merciless roll of her hips.

Instead of moving herself back up, she leaned back, bracing herself against his thighs.

Slowly, she began to roll her hips in a deliberate, circular motion, savoring the feeling of him, playing with his cock as if it were a joystick, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

"This reminds me of when we first met, such good-"

Clap

"Times~" Agatha interrupted herself, watching Ricky become frustrated before raising those hips of hers up and then slamming them back down.

Her eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as she watched Ricky's neck, the veins pulsing beneath his skin.

She could see the struggle in him, his body betraying his pride as he fought to keep quiet, refusing to grunt despite the pleasure coursing through him.

His cock betraying him, feeling the subtle vibrations that reverberated through her walls every time he twitched, she knew exactly how much he loved it.

Gripping his thighs with desperate intensity, she arched her back, her body shifting in a controlled slant as she raised her hips, only to slam them back down onto him, the sensation sharp and consuming.

Her body responded eagerly, a wet heat trailing down as she moved, the fluid between them creating a slick, heated rhythm.

Clap

Clap

Clap

The sound of her leather-clad ass echoed through the room as she slowly sank deeper, digging herself further into the pleasure of the hold she had on Ricky's cock.

Each time her ass slapped down onto his thighs, a jolt of electricity shot through her, igniting her senses every time his tip brushed against the deepest, most sensitive parts of her, her pussy slick and eager for every inch of him.

It was electrifying but the thing that continuously pushed her over the edge, the very thing that made her face blush with an empathic smile was Ricky's little fidgets.

The way he twitched, gritted his teeth, and how his body responded, pulled by her every move.

She could feel the deep urge in him to force his hips upward, but like a good boy, he let her take control, allowing her to savor every moment of pleasure and she was having the time of her life.

This was how Agatha had always imagined their relationship, fantasizing about scenarios wrapped in leather and bound in ways that never quite materialized.

But right now, in this moment, it was everything she had ever wanted.

"AH~" Agatha cried out, lost in her own thoughts, her fantasies consuming her as she climaxed, her eyes fluttering closed, a hint of ecstasy rolling them back upon impaling herself once more.

The second Ricky was nearing the edge, only needing that last nudge to tip over his own climax, Agatha raised her hips.

Lifting her slick folds, which had coated his throbbing cock completely, pulling herself away just as her grip loosened, stopping just at the tip.

Instead of slamming it back down, giving Ricky a reprieve, she merely rolled her hips in a circular motion.

Not enough to flood her being with his cum, but enough to keep him right next to that edge.

Tantalizing, her slick wet heat radiated all across his cock that throbbed with desperation as his balls were churned but unable to release.

"What do you want~" Agatha asked, her breath steamy hot and her face completely flushed as she felt her loins bubble up another seismic fold of pleasure from the mere taunt alone.

"Tell me what you want~" Agatha beckoned, her panting like some sort of desperate dog while her eyes reflected the strained scene of Ricky.

He could break a part of the restraints, push her down, and thrust it all into her but she knew he wouldn't, because he asked him not to.

For once, she wanted to hear those words that had eluded her reality and always played into her mind over and over again, desiring to turn that fantasy into a cherished memory.

"F*cking hell-I want to cum-" Ricky cursed, deciding to simply give her what she wanted only when the words left his lips, Agatha slammed her hips down, taking him to the hilt as her back arched toward the heavens, her expression twisting into ecstatic bliss.

"YES!" Agatha manically laughed, her eyes rolling back as she felt him erupt inside her, filling her to the brim with his release.

The pressure that had been building inside Ricky finally burst, spilling deep into her as her own climax crashed over her, a flood of her nectar rushing forth to meet his.

It was like yin and yang, two opposing forces swirling together in perfect chaos as Agatha shivered emphatically, her body trembling as if she were a junkie getting her fix, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy.

Her hands traced across her stomach, at that swirling sensation stewing inside her as she let out a peachy smile.

Huff

Huff

They remained in that position for a long time, Agatha basking in the satisfaction of what she had just done, what she had always fantasized about with Ricky.

And now, with the life they had just created, she had finally gotten what she wanted.

"Now, are you ready for round two?"

For the next two hours, Agatha rode him dry, emptying what seemed like his entire nutsack into her being.

Only when Agatha's thighs became numb did she stop, the stress almost melting away after using Ricky like a mere dildo.

"Phew~" Agatha exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from her forehead before collapsing onto Ricky's chest, which rose and fell with his own heavy breaths.

Usually, Ricky would be ready to go again, but after his earlier encounters with Rosa and Alia, for the first time, he actually felt tired.

"10/10, good boy~" Agatha looked back, patting his cheek as Ricky wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"The next time we f*ck, I'm going to absolutely pummel your pussy into the ground." Ricky whispered, showing a warm smile towards Agatha who actually shivered at the expression as he sat up.

"Oh, what ever shall I do~" Agatha dramatically said, placing a hand on her head and theatrically falling back onto the bed.

BAM

BAM

BAM

"MOMMY, MOMMY, OPEN UP, I GOT ICE CREAM AND I WANNA SHOW!" Zatanna suddenly hammered on the door, her excited voice cutting through the air. Agatha flinched, only the lock keeping the poor girl from barging in.

Quickly, Agatha flicked her wrist, conjuring clothes around her with magic, while Ricky went the old-fashioned route, slipping into his three-piece suit.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Agatha whispered urgently, helping Ricky as she shot him a look as he laughed, knowing that for all the dominance she projected, she was a softy when it came to her family.

"Coming my precious grimoires, give mommy a second!" Agatha yelled, hurriedly putting on Ricky's coat as he looked at her weirdly.

"You call them your previous grimoires-"

"Oh shut up, it is better than calling them little sh*ts which I know about." Agatha waved her finger at Ricky, watching him rub the back of his neck since he thought calling them that would be funny.

"F*cking Lindsy." Ricky muttered under his breath, watching Agathta hurriedly walk over to the door and open it.

"Alright, what sort of flavors did you-"

"DADDY!" Zatanna didn't even register Agatha after seeing Ricky adjusting his collar, running through Agatha's legs and holding her ice cream cone above her head.

"LOOK, LOOK!" Zatanna showed her toothy smile, Ricky bending to pick her up as she swayed back and forth in his hold.

"Lookings not enough, I'll need a taste." Ricky said, licking her ice cream cone before closing his eyes and putting on a thinking expression.

"Don't tell me, is it vanilla with rainbow sprinkles?" Ricky guessed, opening his eyes to look at the very thing he had guessed as Zatanna giggled madly.

"Silly daddy, you knew-"

"I swear I didn't, I guessed off pure taste alone, here, let me show you again-"

"No-ahahahahaha!" Zatanna chuckled, only to laugh harder as Ricky snapped at her ice cream as she pulled it away.

"I got chocolate," Johnny said, raising his ice cream cone to Agatha as he turned around, proudly showing it to Ginny, both of them clapping for him as he smirked.

He stuck his nose up in the air, clearly relishing the attention from the two women around him, rather than his father, who was busy holding Zatanna in his arms.

"Alright, I gotta bounce." Ricky said, eating a little more of his daughter's ice cream before walking over to Agatha and handing her over.

"Nooooooo, noooooo, stay~" Zatanna immediately whined, reaching out and grabbing the air but Ricky shook his head.

"I gotta go get the money you use to buy ice cream. You do want more ice cream, don't you?" Ricky chuckled, making up an excuse as Zatanna went to reply but looked at her ice cream.

"Yeah." Zatanna softly said, almost in a pout as she clutched the ice cream closer since she indeed wanted more.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later." Ricky said, kissing Agatha and Zatanna on the cheek but when he looked down at Johnny, he was already running away.

"Hahahahahaha!" Johnny chuckled madly down the hall, looking back at Ricky raising an eyebrow as he turned to the corner.

"Woah watch it."

Johnny's head jerked forward only to see Ricky appear suddenly as the child flinched, giving him enough time to scoop him up.

"See you later slugger, but remember, no hitting your sister." Ricky chuckled, ruffling his hair as Johnny nodded while sort of struggling in his grasp to be put down.

Kissing his blond hair, he placed him on the ground as the kid immediately took off all while Ricky looked at Ginny frowning at her.

"Bye Agatha, love you~" Ricky purposely rubbed it in Ginny's face, giving her the middle finger then turning to Agatha and winking at her.

"Bye Darling-"

"BYE DADDY!" Zatanna shouted, enthusiastically waving her hand to say her goodbye as Agatha chuckled as he walked into the portal.

"Alright, now let's get back to-"

Sigh

Ricky whispered to himself as he stepped through the portal into Italiano's but instead of finding the usual emptiness, he was met with a surprising sight: Stephanie, sitting calmly in one of the chairs, waiting.

"What did I do this time-"

"Got me pregnant, that's what." Stephanie didn't waste time, placing a paper on the table and pointing at it with unwavering intent.

Instead of the modern pregnancy tests, in the 1930s, there were only a few ways to confirm a pregnancy.

You either waited until you missed your period or, for those with the means, expensive and unreliable tests were available.

These tests involved injecting a pregnant woman's urine into animals, rabbits, frogs, or mice, and observing the results, though the process was time-consuming and often inaccurate.

However Stephanie wanted to be sure, it's why she waited so long to finally come to Ricky as he scratched his head.

"Oh, well, do you need anything-"

"No, nothing in particular." Stephanie shrugged, standing up as she moved toward him, her steps slow and deliberate as all she wanted was to tell him, and now, she was finally doing it.

"What momma really wants is some sugar." Stephanie chuckled, boldly stating as she walked over a stain that was caused from earlier this morning.

"Listen, baby-"

"Are you really about to tell me that you don't want to have dirty, sloppy sex in that coat room over there in that coat room?" Stephanie asked, grabbing his tie and pointing with her other hand at the room he wanted to take Alina into earlier.

Sigh

"No, because that would be gay." They both said, though Ricky's was with a sigh and Stephanie was with a sharp tone.

"I'm a working, functioning bakery now, thanks to you, cooking up your baby and all. And all I want is a little sugar. Is that too much to ask for?" Stephanie asked, shaking her head while pulling his tie towards the broom closet.

"We gotta make it quick, 'cause I gotta-" Ricky started to say, turning back to the piles of paperwork stacking higher by the second, his frown deepening but before he could finish, Stephanie yanked him into the room.

In that instant, Stephanie got her sugar as she pressed her lips to his, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth, her eyes rolling back in bliss.

It was like hitting a cigarette for the first time after promising yourself you were done, only to fall right back into the habit, exactly how Stephanie felt in that moment.

Tugging down on his tie, she closed her eyes, bracing herself for those big hands of his to claim her.

And just as she expected, his fingers slid down her back, eventually cupping her ass, pulling her closer into the heat of the moment.

He yanked her up onto the filthy sink, the clutter of brooms and mops leaning against the wall beside them, the gritty reality of the space grounding them in the moment.

Their tongues stayed tangled, a fevered exchange of need as their hands fumbled, clumsy with urgency, at his buckle.

Once it gave way, Stephanie yanked down his pants while he hiked his hand up her skirt, ripping away at her panties before they both slammed their waists into one another.

Thump

Stephanie's back slammed against the wall, jolting with the force of him pressing up against her, his cock sliding into her with a hunger that seemed to consume them both.

Her head arched back, eyes shut tight as the deep, overwhelming feeling of him settled into every part of her.

"Ohhhhhhh~" Stepahnie moaned out, facing her euphoric expression up into the sky while Ricky pounced on her neck.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, her hands sliding through the back of his hair as Ricky wound back his hips before unleashing them back into her being.

Thump

"Ah~" Stephanie cried out, fingers digging into his hair as she pulled him deeper, pressing him into her as she was getting her sugar today, and it flooded her senses like a sweet, relentless tide.

Thump

"Ah~"

Thump

"Ah!"

Thump

"AH~"

THUMP

"AH!"

The broom closet echoed with their moans and loud grunts, the sound of their desperate union filling the empty space of Italiano's.

Ricky lost all sense of time, his mind consumed by the heat of Stephanie, every thrust deeper into her body a mindless surge of pleasure.

She gripped him tight, and he was lost, burying himself in the warmth of her, slamming into her over and over as the rhythm became almost animalistic.

An hour later,

THUMP

"AHHHHHH!" Stephanie roared out a towering moan, creaming all over Ricky as he drove into her one last time.

He felt the last of his release surge up from his balls, filling her with everything he had left, flooding her already swamped walls with another load of his cum.

"Jesus~" Ricky muttered, stepping back from the wrecked Stephanie, who sat on the sink, her expression dazed and glazed with exhaustion.

Her head tilted back as she panted, gasping for air, her legs spread wide on either side of the sink.

Then, as if the damn holding it back had been broken, an explosive rush suddenly spurted out of her creamed folds.

Ricky's milky white cum spilled from her filled insides, dripping down into the sink, swirling down the sink as that feeling of content washed over her as she only had one thing left to say.

"Oh, momma loves her sugar~" Stephanie chuckled, closing her eyes and drifting off for a short power nap as Ricky zipped up his pants, once again.

Huff

For the first time in a while, Ricky actually started sweating, heaving out actual tired breaths as he opened the door but stopped at the doorway.

Leaning on it, Ricky took a second while wiping his forehead before finally resuming his pace only to see a very awkward Frank on the other side of the see-through doors.

Sniff

Ricky wiped his nose, walking over and opening it to see that he clearly heard the latter portion of his exchange.

"What's up, is the supply-"

"No, no, no, it's nothing like that but instead Maria." Frank rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze side-eyeing the door that was closed shut before looking back at Ricky.

"She couldn't get ahold of ya so I thought I swing by, but, you know-"

"I get it, thanks Franky." Ricky sighed, slicking his hands through his hair as Frank coughed and walked away.

Ricky felt an eerie premonition stir within him as his head lightly tapped against the glass door of Italiano's.

Shaking it off, he lifted his hand, his fingers curling as a portal began to form, the air crackling with anticipation.

"Eeep!" Maria yelped, taking a couple steps back only to see Ricky slowly walk out of the green portal while covering herself tightly in a robe.

"Ricky~" Maria longingly said, her face tingling with a blush since it had been so long since they last shared a bed.

"Can you-.........you know?" Maria asked, nervously fidgeting since she wasn't really good at this but still tried anyway.

Her blush deepened as she nervously averted her gaze, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened her robe to reveal the pink lace of her lingerie, chosen specifically with Ricky in mind, hoping it would stir something inside him.

Maria was too embarrassed to even say sex, shyly leading onto it as all of it suddenly crashed the pain of glass that was any reason Ricky had before coming before him.

"Oh yeah, I can."

45 minutes later,

"Ha~"

CLAP

"Ha!"

CLAP

"HA~"

CLAP

"HA!"

Maria moans mounted, face pressed down and her back arching as Ricky delivered relentless, aggressive backshots.

One hand gripped the bed tightly above her, her breath coming in ragged, lustful gasps as her face contorted with pleasure.

The other hand was pulled back, held firmly by Ricky, who knew she wanted to feel anchored even in this vulnerable, face-down position.

Her petite, perky ass resounded out a defying applause at the bruising treatment being slammed against it as Ricky couldn't help but become a wild animal at this timid, cute squirrel.

"I'm gonna-" Ricky grunted, speeding up his hips while tightly clasping her hand before winding all that he seemingly had left and slamming it all back down into Maria.

"F*CK~" Ricky grunted, his cock exploding out with a fierce load of cum that pulsed through Maria and feeding into her own pleasure.

"HA-AHHHHHH~" Maria interrupted her own moan, the climax tearing through it and unleashing upon her mind a furious wave of pleasure.

HUFF

HUFF

HUFF

Ricky was actually huffing out deep breaths, feeling completely drained as Maria's pussy sucked almost every last drop out of him.

'Man, this has to be the coolest problem I've ever had in a while.' Ricky thought, knowing that being drowned in pussy was the very last thing he'd ever shy away from.

Slicking his hands through hair, he pulled the tired and exhausted Maria upwards, sticking his tongue down her throat before pulling away.

"I know it's sh*tty but I really have to get to work, okay?" Ricky whispered, kissing her cheek and seeing her slowly open her teary eyes before giving him a satisfied smile.

"Okay~"

5 minutes later,

ZIP

Ricky zipped his pants up as he stepped out of the portal, letting out a deep sigh when he saw Frances standing there, holding a wrapped portrait.

Frances had been slow to move to New York, taking her time to visit her in-laws before following him.

True to his word, Ricky had given her everything an artist could dream of: endless supplies, a studio to call her own, and even a house with a separate space just for painting.

But that wasn't enough for him.

To ensure she had every opportunity, Ricky went as far as buying Frances an art gallery, an extravagant gesture, almost mocking the hollow shell Dewey had become.

It was as if he was giving her everything Dewey never could, including the future he failed to provide, the child he couldn't give her all while he had a front row seat to all of it.

"Dammit, I forgot." Ricky whispered, remembering how Frances made this exact appointment to show him the portrait she had commissioned all those months ago.

Walking into Italiano's, he saw her belly which was pronounced that hinted at the little child growing inside of her while Dewey, locked in his undead form, sat timidly to the side.

"Ricky!" Frances excitedly called, putting the portrait down and running up to him.

However instead of a small kiss, Ricky yanked her closer, pressing his lips into hers and delivering a passionate kiss that spanned across what seemed like hours for Dewey, but only a couple minutes in real time.

"Ricky, what was that for~" Frances chuckled nervously, feeling like a schoolgirl in his arms while blushing deeply.

"I just missed you, that's all." Ricky chuckled back, kissing her cheek before she looked back at him with a loving smile that only pained Dewey at the side.

"Are you ready?" Frances asked with an excited smile, her starry eyes locked on her muse as he nodded.

"Of course-" Ricky laughed, nodding his head only to see Frances walk over and unveil the cloth covering the portrait.

Ricky's words faltered as his eyes fell on the portrait, his head tilting to one side, then slowly shifting to the other as he studied it.

"Woah." Ricky could only muster these words, a little surprised and unable to put it into words as Frances clasped her hands together.

"I know I only ever painted bowls of fruit, but all this time, I couldn't think about anything except you... about us." Frances excitedly ran up to his side, her smile warm as she gazed at the portrait.

She had channeled every ounce of longing into her brushstrokes as the way he made her feel, the way he made her ache, she had poured it all into the very portrait before them.

A completely naked Ricky.

France had painted Ricky in the rawest form, every inch of him exposed as his body was positioned with one hand behind his head, the other resting casually on his thigh, creating a bold, intimate composition.

The brushwork captured the curve of his muscles and the sharp detail of his veins, leaving no part of him untouched by the artist's eye.

Even the subtle tension of his arousal was rendered with precision, every contour, every line, left in its purest, unrestrained state.

Then, to show his arrogance, Frances drew him with that signature sleazy smile of his that just stared at you without shame.

With his newfound skill, Ricky could fully appreciate the intricacy of the piece as though a part of him expected to feel a little weird, he couldn't help but be genuinely impressed.

"Wow, you really nailed it," Ricky laughed, stepping closer to the portrait that seemed almost like a reflection of himself, a mirror, but painted in rich, oil-soaked strokes.

"Do you really love it? Really?" France bit her lip, watching Ricky as he stood there, lost in admiration of his own reflection, the true narcissist at heart.

"F*ck yeah I love it, it's just so-.........me." Ricky could only find those words, utterly impressed at how Frances was able to even remember every vein he had.

"Really!?" Frances placed her hands over her mouth, teary eyed since she could see Ricky's smile wasn't for show but genuinely awed when looking at himself.

"Man, I am just f*cking handsome!" Ricky shouted, fist pumping in the air since you couldn't' really be considered an adonis until you were someone's muse.

"I'm so happy but I was wondering if I could ask a favor?" Frances showed a bright smile, over the moon for how much Ricky loved the piece.

"Uh huh." Ricky sort of tuned her out, rubbing his chin while nodding since this had to be worth over three trillion dollars, to him at least.

"I want to have a art show later and I was wondering if I could use this piece-"

"Baby, come one, I'd be insulted if people didn't get to see me, even in art form." Ricky gestured to himself, standing up and watching Frances bolt into his arms.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" Frances giggled, lathering Ricky with kisses before they slowly looked at each other.

A blush hanging on her face as those one off kisses morphed into an in-depth, emotional moment as they both leaned forward.

Ricky was suddenly in the mood after feeling energized by how handsome he was and slowly started tugging at Frances clothes.

"W-Wait-ah, what about him-" Frances moaned, falling into this man's clutches as he slowly guided her down to the floor.

"Oh who cares, he's just like a machine, he's not conscious." Ricky, knowing she was referring to Dewey in his undead form, lied since he had told her he was nothing more than a hollow shelled bodyguard.

Looking over to the side, her gaze was pulled back by Ricky as his stare all but made Frances bite her lip and slowly nod.

From Dewey's view, he watched, in a painful agony, how Ricky spread Frances legs as her skirt slid smoothly down her skin.

Ripping apart her delicate white panites, throwing them behind as it landed on Dewey's hollowed form.

Unable to tear himself away without a command at the sight of Ricky unbuckling his pants, his cock flopping onto the folds that would one day bear him a child and thrusting it in.

"Ah~" Frances moaned beneath Ricky, taking all of it without any complaint as his hips flowed into her waist with a steady rhythm.

Ricky wanted to hear those passionate moans of hers, he wanted her to scream them at the top of her lungs as he railed her in front of that bastard he promised to forever torture.

Over and over again, Frances sweet and passionate moans spilled out throughout the restaurant.

30 minutes later,

"What do you want, say it Frances, say it~" Ricky's cooing was only amplified by his hips thrusting into Frances spilling pussy.

"I want you to cum inside~" Frances, like the good girl she was, gave in without a fight and gave Ricky whatever he wanted from her.

"Good, good~" Ricky felt like a villain at this moment, chuckling as he pulled his waist back and rammed it all back into her folds.

"AHHHHHH~" Frances' moan peaked at this moment, digging her claws into Ricky's back as he squeezed his balls dry inside her as she wrapped her slutty legs around his waist to take every drop.

HUFF

HUFF

HUFF

They both let out heavy breaths, Ricky feeling just as tired as France, no small feat, as he turned to the side.

As the sun set, it finally dawned on him that he'd spent the entire day in bed, but instead of complaining, he simply shrugged.

"Eh, I'll do it tomorrow," Ricky muttered, glancing at his paperwork before standing up.

Pulling out of Frances, she sort of gasped before shivering as her head slowly leaned back and she closed her eyes.

"So hey, do you need a ride-"

"No, I'm fwine~" Frances sultry lips moaned out, rubbing her stomach and burying this emotion deep within her for inspiration later.

"Well, alright then." Ricky shrugged, leaving it at that and turning back to Dewey's undead form, winking, then laughing out the restaurant.

As Ricky walked toward his car, he spotted Alexander, still wearing that pondering expression, casually munching on a cashew.

"Aye Alexander, have you thought of anything yet." Ricky asked, unwinding when his ass hit the seat of his car before looking at the gerbil, deep in thought.

"Not as of yet." Alexander promptly said, continuing his pondering while Ricky simply shrugged, leaving it at that.

Ricky drove up the driveway of his newly bought house, the tires crunching on the gravel as he stepped out of the car, only to find Alexander still lost in thought.

Deciding to leave Alexander to his thoughts, Ricky walked into the house, only to find Raven carrying a sleeping Danielle, her head resting innocently on Raven's shoulder.

"Shhh~" Raven whispered, flashing a smile and gently shushing him as Ricky raised his hands in mock surrender, locking his lips as she beckoned him over with a subtle nod.

Following her up the stairs, Ricky watched as Raven carefully carried the exhausted Danielle to her room, laying her gently on her horse-themed bed.

Ever since the arrival of Bucephalus, Danielle had developed an almost obsessive fascination with horses and ponies, which was why Ricky had gone all out, buying her everything related to her new passion.

Ricky leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Danielle's forehead. She wiggled a little before turning onto her side as Raven also bent down, kissing the blonde hair Danielle had carefully combed herself.

As if taking command of the moment, Raven guided Ricky out of the room, allowing Danielle to rest peacefully and once the door was gently closed, she turned to Ricky, leaning in to kiss him.

"How was your day, Tiger?" Raven asked warmly, her smile unmistakable, her eyes gleaming with the quiet confidence that he was coming home to her and no one else.

"I slacked off the entire day, didn't get a single thing done." Ricky sighed, hitting his head on her shoulder after knowing that he was going have a b*tch of a day tomorrow.

"Oh, poor baby~" Raven joked, earning a chuckle from Ricky, who leaned in to kiss her cheek before draping his arm over her shoulder.

"Then let's get you to bed," Raven laughed, pulling him forward. Ricky played along, going limp in her grasp, and Raven burst into a fit of laughter.

"No, Ricky!" Raven couldn't help but laugh harder, nearly stumbling as she struggled to keep him upright, his body going as limp as a ragdoll.

"Carry me, just like Danielle." Ricky tiredly said, his smile extending as Raven started crumpling under not the weight but her own laughter.

"Ricky, I'm serious-"

"Ok, ok~" Ricky sighed, standing up and grabbing Raven's hand just before she could sit down.

"While I take off my shoes and smelly socks, tell me about the foundation." Ricky joked, walking into the master bedroom and launching himself onto the bed.

"Well, if you must know-"

"So then she said, 'I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm doing it.' Can you believe that?" Raven asked, scoffing almost as she was doing her nightly routine in the mirror.

"She tried to Queen Bee me, ME, in front of everyone but after she saw no one stood up to follow, she stormed out like she's practically begging for drama to follow her." Raven finally let out a full scoff, remembering the nerve of that b*tch.

"Why did she get all f*cking mad about you giving her the opinion she asked for, I'm confused?" Ricky asked, lounging on the bed since he had been listening since he honestly enjoyed the gossip from Raven.

"Because she wanted her opinion, not mine, but I was simply tired of her poorly executed game and did away with it," Raven chuckled, remembering the embarrassed look on her face as she stormed out.

"Wait, wasn't she the one we were gonna go on a couples outing-woah~" Ricky asked nonchalantly, his words trailing off as his jaw hit the floor at the sight of the whitish-blue lingerie leaning against the door.

The lingerie clung to her skin like a second layer, the delicate fabric shimmering against her cool-toned complexion as not fully blending in, but exuding her natural color..

The lace hugged the curves of her body, accentuating the natural contours of her waist and hips.

The straps rested gently on her shoulders, leading down to a tantalizing peek of her toned legs, the design of the fabric elongating them further.

Every part of her body that didn't require coverage was delicately laced, the sheer fabric tracing the lines of her form.

Her perky nipples stood out, exposed beneath the soft material, while her beautiful pussy remained bare, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Then, showcasing it like the crowning jewel, her stomach slightly bumped with the very child conceived and currently brewing from their fist union.

"I hope you're not to exhausted for a taste-"

"Never, literally never," Ricky laughed at the sheer thought, unable to imagine refusing such an offering from the goddess before him as Raven smiled warmly at his response.

It was then that her seductive walk began, each step measured and deliberate, she closed the distance between them, her movements slow and purposeful, before gracefully crawling onto the bed.

Then, her body slowly shifted over him, hovering just above as her lips lingered right at the edge of his, a breath away.

"I love you~" Raven whispered with a warm smile, wanting to say this above all else as Ricky suddenly caressed her cheek, feeling her instinctively lean into it.

"I love you too~" Ricky smiled, returning the sentiment while leaning into as their lips suddenly collided, sparks forming.

It was always like this with them, as if their bodies were conductive, and every time they touched, sparks seemed to fly.

Their kiss was repeatedly interrupted by bursts of loving laughter, a giddy, almost uncontrollable joy between them.

It wasn't that they were laughing at anything in particular, but the sheer warmth and happiness of the moment made it hard to keep their lips locked.

The laughter bubbled up, not out of humor, but out of the sheer delight of being so close, so connected, that the intensity of the kiss kept giving way to fits of joy.

Slowly, their hands interlocked, letting the moment guide them rather than actively trying to force it in another direction.

Minutes passed, and what started as light, giddy laughter slowly transformed into a deep, passionate stare, as if they had all the time in the world to just look at each other.

Their kisses were gentle and tender, spreading like fire across their skin, but every time their lips parted, their eyes would lock, unspoken words passing between them.

It was a gaze that pulled them closer, magnetized by something beyond touch.

Each time they opened their eyes, it was as if the world around them faded, and they were left with nothing but the profound sight of the other.

Ricky's hands, still holding hers, slowly drifted downward, while Raven, in perfect synchrony, lifted her hips and as if they were moving to a shared rhythm, she lowered herself back down.

"Ah~" Raven breathed out, her body instinctively arching upwards as his cock slowly seeped into her being.

Feeling all but filled with him on the inside only to receive soft, reassuring kisses on the outside when Ricky leaned his head into the curve of her neck.

It might have sounded cliché, but every time they were together felt like the very first time.

That indescribable response in their bodies, an intense need to be fully intertwined with each other, was something that never faded.

It was like whenever they joined in their lustful embraces, that they were both two puzzle pieces clicking together, completely whole.

The air wasn't thick with lust, but with love, a simmering blend of desires that created an intoxicating warmth, a melting pot of connection and emotion.

Sex wasn't just a release for them; it was an act of profound connection, a way to deepen the bond they shared.

Each touch, each kiss, was an unspoken promise to be fully present with one another, not just physically but emotionally, surrendering to the moment as if time itself stood still.

The minutes ticking by didn't matter, nothing else did.

The only thing that stood out was the growing sound of their passion, echoing through the room in the form of moans.

"Oh Ricky, oh Ricky~" Raven moaned, her voice trembling as she lost herself, repeating his name over and over, the name that always drove him wild.

ALthough Rciky wanted to ruthlessness pound Raven's pussy into mush, he held back for fear of hurting their child and instead, completely held back just for her.

"I-ah~"

"I-AH~"

"I-"

"I know, baby, I know~" Ricky whispered passionately, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned in as she tilted her head, surrendering to gravity, and their lips met in a desperate kiss.

As if their bodies were perfectly in sync, Raven lowered herself, her walls immediately clenching around him as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

She met him halfway, his own pleasure surging within her as their bodies collided, the force of their connection resonating between them as the release sparked like an explosion, their love crashing together in a final, overwhelming burst.

Warmth filled not only their bodies but their hearts, their lips parting as she gently caressed his cheek.

"I love you~" Ricky whispered, gazing up at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, just as Raven leaned down again.

"I love you too~"

Author's Note: It was all supposed to be like one Chapter where I showcased the problem with putting his woman to the side and the whole addicitng fluid thing but man, I was just not feeling it the past two days and I'm sorry so here you go. If you're wondering the reguarl chap will contiune to come out so you can think of this as a freebie. Anyways enjoy.