Thank you for stopping by and checking out my story. It's the final part of this series, although I may pick up with these characters again later.

The game Overwatch figures into this tale, and although I usually try to avoid pinning my stories down to a specific time, this particular story is set around September to December 2017, and by the time it got published, some of the characters, abilities and powers have already changed, but the meta is correct for the period in which this takes place.

This chapter features some light BDSM elements, so if that's not your thing, you may want to skip through that part if you're interested in the characters or the story.

I hope you've enjoyed meeting these characters, and sharing in their adventures. Please remember to vote and send me a message or leave a comment!

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"I will watch over you!" Mercy thundered and rushed into the fray, her gun blazing.

"Rez me!" Max heard Tempest yell at Brooke over his headset.

"This is not your time!" With the change in Mercy's ultimate from Resurrect to Valkyrie, Brooke was even better as a healer than before. She swooped in and used her first ult charge on her sister. Immediately, D.Va called her mech before the other team could kill her. Again.

The other team was rushing in, trying to take advantage of the triple kill they got from the Zarya/Junkrat ultimate combo. Fortunately, Max managed to duck behind the payload and wasn't making an appearance on the Kill Cam.

"I've got you in my sights!" Max (as Soldier) jumped on top of the payload, activated his tactical visor and poured it on. He didn't kill anyone, but blunted the other team's charge as they ducked for cover.

"Let's get you back in the fight!" Mercy's second ult charge brought Sombra (Terra) back.

"EMP activated!" the hacker stopped the other team from using their own ults or abilities.

"I'm on my way back," Serafina's voice rang out in Max's headphones along with the crack! of Widowmaker's sniper rifle.

"Got their Orisa," Bryan said calmly. Like Terra, he was unflappable, whether winning or losing. He was also a crack shot, and his headshots decimated the other team with startling efficiency. "Junkrat's down. . . They're bunching up at the last turn to make their stand."

"We've got two minutes to get to the end. Plenty of time," Terra said. "They're all on the left side; get 'em, Stormy!"

"Activating self-destruct sequence!" From his perch on the moving payload, Max watched Tempest launch her Meka into the air and then bail out.

The kill feed showed she got Zarya, Soldier, Moira and Torbjörn. Orisa and Lucio ran out of the spawn room and made a run for the payload to put the match into overtime, but they were cut down quickly by Bryan and Max.

"Victory!" Athena announced as the payload crossed line on the ground which marked the other team's progress.

They all breathed a sigh of relief as the computer tabulated their points. With a quadruple kill, Tempest's D.Va was the Play of the Game.

"Did that get you to plat, Max?" Brooke asked.

Max watched the counter rise. "Yes! 2506! Thanks for slumming with me."

The girls were solid high gold players who had made a serious climb into mid-platinum the previous season. It helped that they had been playing computer games together since they were six years old and were often in the same room. Max was a mid-gold at best, but his time with the girls had taught him a thing or two, and their teamwork carried him to wins he would not have managed on his own (despite the matchmaking algorithm's attempts to keep their five-stack down).

"I'm out, sisses; work in six hours," Bryan said in his characteristic quiet drawl. "Good night, Max."

"Good night, Bee," Serafina replied. "Tell Em thanks for letting us borrow you tonight!"

The other girls wished their brother off, then they signed out, leaving Max and Tempest alone in the voice channel again. It was almost midnight.

"So can you come down after finals?" Max asked. He was ostensibly the group leader, but didn't bother to queue up.

After the wedding, the girls went back to school and Max went home to work remotely for his company. For the four weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas, Max was in Orlando working a course for two different colleges. It was too far for him to drive, but the hotel was close to the schools and downtown. The instructors had a car, but if he wanted to go anywhere else, there were tons of Uber drivers willing to take him pretty much anywhere (for a fee).

"I can if you want," Tempest replied. "My last final is on the twelfth, but I have to work on the thirteenth. I can fly down on Thursday."

"Of course I want you to come see me. I can book a plane ticket for you tonight."

"You're not paying for my plane ticket, Max." Her tone wasn't dismissive, but nor was she giving him the option. "How long do you want me to stay?"

"I'm here until the twenty-second, then I'm flying home. You are welcome to stay until then." He paused for a moment. "I don't suppose you want to come home with me for Christmas."

"And get three loads of guilt from my mothers?" Tempest giggled. "No, thanks."

"Do they give Kaylee any grief for being away at Christmas?"

"I don't think guilt works on the Navy. I could drive up the day after, though. Classes don't start until the eighth."

"I'd like that," Max began scrolling through his calendar. "Depending on when you get here, I can either pick you up, or you can use the hotel's airport shuttle."

"I'll book my flight tonight."

"I miss you, Tempest," he said softly.

"You miss my tits."

"I miss them, too."

"They miss you, Max. So does my pussy."

"I think you know how to take care of that," Max replied, his pulse racing.

"It's not the same," she pouted. "You're real."

"Well, your little friend will have to do until you come down here."

"I'll be cumming down to see you," she snickered. "And then I'll be going down."

"You're an evil woman, Tempest."

"I'm your evil woman."

"I'm going to go take a cold shower."

"Well, I'm going up to my room and wear out my vibrator."

"Good night, Max. Don't go blind."

"Good night, Tempest."

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Max set his laptop bag down on the desk. He could smell Tempest's lotion the second he walked through the door.

Glancing in the direction of the bedroom, he saw a suspicious lump under the covers.

There was slight movement and soft moaning.

He walked over to the door and leaned against the frame.

Tempest lay there in the darkness, her eyes closed. Max could tell she was diddling herself in middle of the hotel's king sized bed.

"You're late," her voice was hoarse with excitement.

"I am never late," Max replied with a smile. Since he started seeing Tempest, he studied up on his nerd references. "I arrive precisely when I mean to."

In response, Tempest threw one of the pillows towards him. It didn't land anywhere close to him, but it was the thought that counted.

"I've missed you," she whispered.

"I'm here now," Max said gently. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Tempest's hand working beneath the sheet. He patted her on the leg. "Sit up."

"I'm close," she moaned, her hand moving faster.

Max patted her again, a little harder. "Sit up."

He stood as Tempest regretfully stopped her masturbation. The sheet fell away and his eyes went to her heavy breasts, and their pink, erect nipples. She was naked under the covers.

"Come here," Max beckoned. She dutifully maneuvered in front of him.

Tempest moaned as he caressed her breasts. She let out a sharp squeal when he pinched her nipples.

"Take it out." Her hands went to his belt and his pants fell to the floor. She pushed his boxers down and his cock sprung up to her face. "In your mouth. No hands."

It was all he could do to resist pushing his cock forward, or putting his hands to the back of her head and forcing himself down her throat.

Her lips formed a seal around the head and her tongue ran across the underside within her mouth.

She sucked on him enthusiastically. Her hands were behind her back. Max brushed her hair out of her face.

Their eyes locked.

Her big brown eyes bored into him. Her nostrils flared as she breathed with his cock in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she worked him over.

"You are so beautiful," he said, and she blushed at his compliment. "You're my perfect little cocksucker."

She started to suck faster in response.

Max's eyes rolled back in his head. He gripped her shoulders to steady herself.

His toes started to tingle.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," he breathed. "Take it all."

Tempest's eyes never left his. Her mouth moved back and forth along the length of his cock, taking as much as she could.

Her breasts jiggled as she brought him to the edge.

"Fuck!" Max gasped through clenched teeth. He couldn't hold it anymore and his orgasm overtook him.

Without missing a beat, Tempest swallowed it all. Her mouth never leaving his cock.

She let him down slowly, until the room stopped spinning.

He stood there for a long moment, his cock still in her mouth. She looked up expectantly at him, a twinkle in her eye.

Max pulled back. He leaned over to cup her magnificent breasts.

Their lips met, and they kissed eagerly.

She started to pull him down to her, but Max stepped back.

"Get dressed," he said to her surprise. "We're meeting Tamara and the new guy for dinner in a few minutes."

"What about—?"

"We only have a few minutes."

"You can't leave me like this!" she pouted.

"I'll make it up to you later," he laughed at her obvious frustration. Max pulled her to her feet, and pressed her against the wall next to the nightstand. "And we have to go."

Tempest tried to grind her pussy against his leg, but Max stepped back, leaving her visibly frustrated.

He smacked her across the backside once for good measure. "Get dressed."

A short while later, they were in the elevator headed down to the lobby.

"I can't believe you did that to me," she said softly. Max couldn't tell if she was frustrated, aroused or angry. Maybe all three.

Max took her hand and sucked her index and middle fingers into his mouth. They tasted of her pussy. She moaned as he nibbled on them.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight, sweetheart," he whispered. "And you're going to take it."

"Yes, my lord," she replied softly, her body shuddering with pleasure.

He took her hand in his and led her out to the lobby where his co-workers were waiting.

They went to dinner at a local seafood restaurant near the hotel. Max and the other two instructors were on expense accounts. Tempest tried to grab the check away from Max, but snatched it out of her grasp.

The "new guy", Paul, was a database programmer who requested a transfer out to the field for the travel. The company had teamed him up with Max and Tamara, who were among the most senior of the field instructors. He was quiet, but friendly.

The threesome tried not to talk too much shop, but Tempest didn't seem to mind.

Her hand rested on his thigh as they sat on the bench in the booth.

They drove back to the hotel after dinner. The new guy was going to prepare for his next lesson. Max and Tamara could teach them in their sleep.

As soon as they were through the door to his room, Max pressed Tempest up against the wall. She tried to put her arms around him, but he pinned her wrists above her head. She struggled for a moment, but he was stronger.

"I've missed holding you," he whispered.

"Take me," Tempest's eyes clouded over with lust. "Make me yours."

"You are mine." She tilted her head back submissively as Max kissed her. He wedged his knee between her legs and pushed them apart. She started to grind against him, but he pressed her harder against the wall until she couldn't move. "And I am yours."

Max released her wrists and scooped her up in his arms.

He carried her back to the bedroom. A soft glow came through from behind the curtains from the lights in the parking lot.

Setting her down on the bed, Max began undressing Tempest. She tugged at his clothes.

"I need you inside me," she whispered in his ear. "Make love to me."

They fell into one anothers's arms.

Tempest's body felt so soft beneath him. Her legs were spread. The head of his cock brushed against her labia, which were slick with anticipation.

She rolled her hips, trying to take him inside her.

"I have something for you," Max bit her earlobe gently. "Stay here."

Sighing with disappointment when he withdrew, Tempest watched him flip on one of the soft reading lights above the bed and hunt around in the closet for some things.

Her eyes widened when Max reached for her hands. He held two long silk scarves, which he tied around her wrists.

Secure enough to hold, but not so tight to be uncomfortable, just as he had read about from a couple of bondage sites and message boards.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Max. I want this."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to tie me down and fuck the shit out of me."

"I have something else for you. Something for you to wear when we're together." Max reached over to the drawer on the nightstand and drew out a small velvet pouch.

The Victorian style black lace choker fit perfectly around Tempest's neck.

"I want you wear this all week when we're together."

"Yes, my lord," she breathed, her voice trembling.

Looking into her big brown eyes, Max saw them flash with love and desire.

As he pressed her back into the bed, she reflexively spread her arms for him. Max took the other end of the scarves, and tied them to the corners of the headboard. There was a little bit of give, but she was spread-eagled and at his mercy.

She was able to lift her head enough for Max to put a pillow under her, but fell back, awaiting him.

Max surveyed his lover. Her body was splayed out for him. Her breasts fell slightly to the sides. Her neatly trimmed pussy glistened in the soft light.

"What's your safe word?"

"Orange," she recited her trigger which they had worked out in prior conversations.

"Say it again."

"Orange."

"Say it three times."

"Orange, orange, orange."

Groping her breasts, Max made her squeal with delight. She yelped in surprise when he smacked her across the backside. Tempest had a fit of laughter when he tickled her.

The scarves held her down, although he could release her with a quick pull on the slipknot.

Laying on top of her, Max's body pressed against Tempest's. Her skin was so soft. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs.

Max took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head against her clitoris.

"Take me, my lord," she whispered, her eyes hooded over with pleasure.

"Not yet, my lady," he said with a sly smile. "You haven't earned it."

Tempest closed her eyes for a moment and broke character. "Don't call me 'my lady', Max. Not now. Not like this. Call me your slut. Call me your whore. Take me. Tell me I'm a dirty bitch. Fuck my cunt. I'm yours."

"I'll never hurt you," he promised.

"I know, Max.

"I just don't want to . . . you know . . . use you."

"You can, Max," her gaze softened at his hesitance. "I want you do to whatever you want to me."

"I love you, Tempest."

"I love you, too, Max. Now stop being nice to me. I want to get fucked!"

They both giggled for a moment. Max kissed her, hard and passionately. She pulled against her bonds and gasped with frustration.

She spread her legs and started to move her hips in a way that would get Max inside her.

He pulled back.

That look was back in her eyes.

Max clutched her breasts and squeezed them, harder than he meant, but when Tempest's mouth fell open, he did it again. And harder.

He wanted to thrust his cock forward into her, but didn't.

She let out a disappointed sigh as Max pulled the head of his cock back from her labia. He straddled her chest and lay his cock between her breasts.

Taking her tits in his hands, Max squeezed them together around his tumescence and began to slowly thrust forward, making the head pop out from between them.

Tempest lifted her head and tried to take him in her mouth. Max lifted up and pushed forward, just between her lips.

He pulled back and then pushed forward again. She eagerly let him fuck her mouth.

Their eyes met.

Max pulled out of her mouth and began to rub his cock across her lips and chin.

"Feel that, Tempest? Do you feel my dick on your face?

"Yes, my lord," her voice was so soft, he could barely hear her.

So he slapped it against her. Once on each cheek.

"Yes, my lord!" Tempest's eyes flared for a moment of defiance and anger, but it went away when she tugged on the scarves to no avail.

"This is the most important thing in your world: my cock." The words didn't come naturally to him. But Max was trying. Because he could tell that Tempest liked it.

And if he'd admit it to himself, he liked it, too.

"I like being between your lips, just like this."

Max closed his eyes and began to rock back and forth. Tempest made slurping sounds as his cock worked into her mouth.

"That feels so good," he whispered, making Tempest smile as best she could while she was tied down and had a cockhead between her lips. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"Please," she moaned for a little extra effect as Max mounted her.

His cock filled her up. She arched her back, pressing her chest into his.

She pulled against the scarves ever time he thrust into her.

With every stroke, Tempest cried out, her voice echoing off the walls. Max had requested a room at the end of the hallway, knowing that there was no one on the other side of the wall to hear her screaming.

"Please fuck me . . . harder."

Max was happy to oblige his lover.

Varying his pace, Max lifted Tempest's legs so she was nearly bent in half. Her ass was lifted off the bed.

Her pussy made a glorious squishing sound.

The scarves strained as Tempest tensed, but they held. Her eyes were closed. Teeth clenched.

Max felt her entire body start to quiver beneath him.

"Keep . . . fucking . . .me," Tempest gasped. She threw herself back into the pillow. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Pushing deep inside her, Max felt her pussy start to spasm around him. He reached down and gave one of her tits a rough squeeze.

"I'm cum . . . cumming . . .Nooooooo!" she wailed as Max pulled out of her.

She tried to wrap her legs around him and pull him back inside, but Max slapped her across the face.

Not enough to move her. Not enough to leave a mark or a bruise. Just enough to get her attention.

A flare of surprise and anger flashed in her eyes. Tempest tried in vain to reach for him, but the scarves were tight.

"What the fuck are—?"

Max slapped her again. Once across the cheek. Once across the chest. Her nipples, which were already erect, seemed to crinkle up even tighter.

"Shut up," he growled.

"Fuck—"

Smack!

"Max—"

Smack!

Tempest's eyes welled up with tears. Confusion. Anger. Hurt.

Max put on the most stern face he could muster.

Her body was shaking beneath him. Coming down from the orgasm he had built up. Then denied her.

They seemed to be locked in a silent battle of wills. Each of them struggling against their general nature.

Tempest's naturally headstrong aggression.

Max's quiet and even temperament.

"Did I give you permission to cum?"

"You—"

Smack!

"That was a yes or no question. Did I give you permission to cum?"

"No."

Smack!

Her lip started to quiver. Tears rolled down her cheek.

Max almost broke.

Smack!

Her voice was barely a whisper, "No, my lord."

He took a deep breath and tried to will his heartrate down.

"Did you give yourself to me?"

"Yes, my lord."

"You may only cum if I give you permission. Is that clear, slut?"

Tempest unconsciously diverted her gazed downward. "Yes, my lord."

Max reached under her chin and drew her eyes up to his. He nearly lost himself in their brown depths.

She tilted her head back submissively as he kissed her again.

Once her body stopped shivering, Max eased his cock slowly back inside her.

Tempest's pussy was slick and warm. Her body covered in a thin sheen of perspiration.

Max's weight pressed down on her. She spread her legs, trying to take him all the way inside her.

He pulled back so only the head was within her. Rocking slowly back and forth, Max only gave her the crown of his cock, then pulled back so the tip brushed her labia.

Max used short strokes to build a steady rhythm.

Tempest tried to meet his thrusts, but he varied his pace just enough to keep her off balance.

"Please fuck me!" she cried out.

Smack!

Clutching her breasts, Max withdrew his cock from her again, causing her moan in frustration.

Smack!

He gave her nipples a pinch, then straddled her chest.

Taking her by the hair, Max brought her head off the pillow.

Her lips parted as he pushed forward into her mouth.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth, bitch," he growled.

Tempest made gagging sounds as Max thrust into her mouth. Her lips formed a circle around him as he used her.

Every couple of strokes, he pulled out and rubbed his cock against her cheeks or across her forehead, as if marking her.

Her body fell limp. She didn't protest. Instead, she took his cock between her lips as he gave it to her.

With one hand on her head, Max reached back with the other hand and found her spread pussy.

Wetness was seeping out of her. Her neatly trimmed hair was matted with her juice. Down her legs. On to the bed.

She began to gyrate her hips, trying to grind her clit against his hand.

When he legs started to tighten up, Max rolled off of Tempest and he lay on his side.

He continued to stroke her pussy.

Tempest's heavy round breasts had fallen to the sides.

She cried out when he took one of her nipples in his mouth. He traced circles around the areola with his tongue.

Her chest thrust forward, as if she wanted to force her entire breast into his mouth.

They fell into an easy, familiar rhythm.

Max's ministrations brought her to the edge of an orgasm several times. He used his mouth on her breasts. His hands on her clit.

He pushed one finger inside her. Then two.

They kissed deeply. Her mouth fell open when he inserted a third finger inside her.

She pulled against the scarves every time he stopped, but she did not complain.

Tempest seemed to respond instinctively to his touch. To his dominance.

Max rubbed the nub of her clit in a circle.

Harder.

Faster.

Max's lips brushed against her nipple. His teeth raked her skin.

He was still rock hard. He took his hand away from her pussy and rubbed the head of his cock against her thigh.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

"Yes, my lord," she moaned dreamily. "Please fuck your slut."

Max smiled to himself.

Tempest spread her legs as Max moved in position to mount her.

Lifting up, Max took his cock in his hands and rubbed it against her labia and clitoris.

She stifled a moan at every pass, her body tensing.

Sinking into her easily, Max groped Tempest's breasts.

Once he was buried as deep as he could be inside her, Max pressed his body against Tempest, savouring her warmth. Her softness.

"Squeeze me with your cunt," he whispered in her ear. "Yes, just like that . . .that feels so good, my little slut."

Tempest smiled at the praise. Her eyes were hooded over with pleasure.

They lay together, Max unmoving. Tempest practiced her Kegels.

Max brushed the hair out of Tempest's face. He caressed her gently.

She tensed at his touch, remembering the punitive smacks he had earlier lay on her.

Ever so slowly, Max pulled back until he was almost out of her. He held himself that way for a long moment, then thrust in hard.

"Oh!" Tempest gasped.

"You like that?"

"Yes, my lord!"

"Your cunt likes to get fucked?"

"Only by you, my lord!"

"Your cunt is mine." Max drove himself into her.

He grasped her breasts.

"Your tits are mine."

A little harder.

"Your mouth is mine"

Tempest absorbed every blow. Max lifted her legs and hooked his elbows into her knees. She was unable to move or meet his thrusts.

"Your ass is mine."

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, then softly bit her lip.

"Tell me who you belong to," he grunted, once again burying his cock inside her pussy.

"I am yours, my lord," Tempest whispered, her eyes numb with pleasure. "I will always be yours."

Max didn't know how much longer he could hold off. He started grinding against Tempest. Slowly at first, then with hard, regular strokes.

Tempest clenched her teeth, trying to stifle screams of ecstasy.

The sound of his hips slapping against her filled the room. Her pussy was gushing with her excitement.

"Oh, fuck!" Tempest's body tensed once again. She clenched her teeth and grunted in frustration.

Max pushed in and held it.

"May I cum, my lord?" she sobbed. "May I please cum?"

He didn't answer her immediately. He pulled back and gave her two heavy strokes.

Tempest seemed like she was going to burst. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her face was flush.

Max pulled until he was almost out of her. She was still nearly bent in half. Tied to the bed.

Completely at his mercy.

Without warning, Max thrust in and began to pound his cock into her pussy.

His toes began to tingle.

"Cum for me!" he grunted. "Cum with me!"

Tempest let out an ear-splitting scream. She wailed with pleasure as her body began to shake and convulse.

Max felt her pussy flood with warmth.

That set him off.

"I'm cumming!" Max cried out. He let go of her legs as he wildly thrust into her again and again. "I'm cumming inside you!"

"Yes!" she wailed. "Cum all over me! Cum all over your slut!"

The two of them rode out the orgasm, their bodies bucking against one another.

The room began to spin.

Max collapsed on top of Tempest, even as is cock continued to pulse inside her.

He nuzzled up against her neck as the darkness seemed to overtake him, but her voice drew him back.

"Max . . . Orange . . . Max! Orange! Orange!"

It took him a moment to register that she was using her safe word. He reached for one of the scarves and tugged on the slip knot.

It fell loose. Tempest used her now-free hand to release the other scarf.

Max was barely conscious, but he felt Tempest's touch against his skin. It seemed cool and calm, even though they were both covered in sweat.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him.

Her body was shaking.

As he blinked back the haze, he realised she was crying.

Max's heart seemed to jump into his throat. He pulled back in surprise.

"Don't fucking leave me! Don't you dare leave me!" Tempest gasped for breath through the tears. Her heels locked together at the small of his back. "Stay inside me . . . I need you inside me!"

Sobs wracked her body. She convulsed beneath Max, her arms and legs wrapping around him.

"Tempest, I—"

"Shut up, Max!" Tempest cried, her body shuddering. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. "Shut the fuck up!"

Unable to process exactly what she wanted, but understanding that she was ultimately going to be okay, Max relaxed enough to settle into the comfort of Tempest's arms as the tears came.

She wasn't in pain. She wasn't angry.

It was a hard, cleansing cry.

Tempest desperately clung to Max, her breathing ragged. He cradled her to him, not knowing what to say or do. He got the sense she just wanted him to be close to her.

They lay together for a long time, both needing a moment to recover.

"I love you, Max," she nibbled on his ear, once their breathing became regular.

He lifted himself up to look her in the eyes. Her expression had softened. She smiled contentedly.

"Did I . . . did I hurt you?" he asked gently.

"No, Max . . . that was amazing."

"I thought maybe . . . maybe I shouldn't have hit you."

Tempest reached up and brushed his cheek with her fingertips. "That was perfect . . . the way you took control . . . you made me your slut . . . I know you'd never hurt me, Max."

He wiped his eyes.

"I'm sorry for using the safe word on you," she said sheepishly. "I . . . I probably should have taken it until you were done, but I . . . I needed to hold you."

"Don't be sorry, my love. The safe word is for you to use any time. I should have heard it the first time."

"We'll work on that," Tempest winked. She pulled Max down to her. They kissed tenderly.

"So you're okay?"

"Yes, Max," she replied. Content. "Don't you dare move."

He nuzzled up to her, their bodies pressed together. She purred softly when he kissed her neck. She ran her hands up and down his back.

"I love you, Tempest," he whispered in her ear.

Max drifted off a moment later, knowing only the bliss of being as close to his lover as he possible could be.

*************

"So tell me one of your fantasies."

Max lay on top of Tempest. They went out to dinner with his co-workers again, then returned to work and played Overwatch with her sisters for a little while before making love in his room. He had to change his routine and had housekeeping in every other day to change the sheets and towels.

She was face-down on the bed, her arms and legs splayed out. His spent cock was still inside her.

He kissed the back of her neck. His hands were underneath her chest, desperately clutching her breasts.

They lay there for a long moment, in post-coital bliss. Max tried to figure out if he was being set up with a loaded premise.

"I . . . um, . . . .you know . . ."

"It's okay, Max. This is hot sex fantasy time," Tempest giggled. "Let me guess: You want the two girl threesome."

"Well, yeah," he admitted sheepishly.

"What if I told you I'd do that for you? What if I told you I'd been with a girl before?" If she could have seen his face, his eyes were wide as saucers. "Does that bother you? My parents aren't like those stupid 'sister wives' on TV where three women share one husband but secretly resent each other. My moms are in love with each other as much as they are with my dad. We grew up watching our parents show affection to each other, so I never thought it strange that I might be attracted to another girl."

She turned her head and kissed Max on the cheek.

"Her name is Jodi. I've known her since kindergarten. She kissed me one night when she was sleeping over."

"So you . . . um . . . would she . . ."

Tempest snickered as he stammered. "She's not your type, Max. She's not into guys, and she's a skinny bitch with a flat chest and cute little bubble butt."

"Did you, uh . . . do you love her?"

"No, Max, I was never in love with her. It's why we haven't talked since high school." Tempest let a sorrowful sigh. "She asked me to prom . . . and I said no. She taught me a lot about myself, but she was also catty and insecure. She said I broke her heart."

"But you'd be okay with . . . with having another girl . . . with me?"

"That depends: What do you want to do with us? . . . Hypothetically."

"Well, hypothetically . . . I'd like to watch you make out with her. Eat each other out."

"So is she for me . . . or for you?" Tempest's voice was sultry. And a little curious.

"Mostly for you." Max kissed his lover on the back of her neck. "I can barely keep up with your horniness. I don't know if I can handle the pressure of keep up with two of you."

Tempest giggled. "What else do you want us to do?"

"I want to watch you sixty-nine with her."

"That would be hot. I think you should fuck me while she eats me out." Max's spent cock began to harden at the thought of his girlfriend actually talking about having a threeway with him. "Or maybe you'd like to be the center of attention. How would you like that, Max? Maybe if it were Kaylee and I sucking your cock at the same time. Or maybe you'd like a shot at my mom . . ."

Despite his recognition of an obviously loaded question, Max's pulse raced at the thought of making love to the three buxom women, including the one beneath him.

"I see someone likes the thought of that," Tempest giggled. Max lifted himself off of her. His cock fell out of her slick pussy. She rolled over and spread her legs. Max slipped back into her easily. "Maybe you'd like to have a whole herem of pussy at your beck and call, like my dad."

Max clutched her breasts and they fell into an easy rhythm as he began to harden.

"What if I brought you a girl or two back to be with us? You'd like that, wouldn't you? . . . Yes, I think you would. Mr. Happy would like that. . . . But then you'd have to do a two guy threesome with me."

"I . . .um . . ."

"Don't chicken out on me now, Max!" she laughed. "You don't have to make out with him or fuck him . . . although that would be pretty hot!"

"Well, I just . . . don't . . ."

"I love the idea of being taken by two or three or four guys," Tempest continued. "I want to be used by cocks."

"You're a greedy little minx," Max recovered. "Does my cock not satisfy you?"

"Your cock is wonderful, Max," she replied, her voice dreamy. "But I want a cock in my mouth and my pussy at the same time. Would you like that? Would you like to spit roast me?"

"Maybe I want to make a sandwich out of you," he said, realising that talking about her fantasies was making them both hot. He also knew that if he was ever going to get her to agree to a two-girl threesome, he'd have to agree to a two-guy threesome. "Maybe I'll make you ride another guy, while I fuck you up your butt."

"My big butt."

"Your wonderful butt." Max kissed her neck, drawing a delighted squeal from his lover.

Tempest began to grind her hips to meet his slow thrusts.

"Maybe there could be a third guy," she moaned as Max gave her ripe breasts a firm squeeze. "They could be in my pussy and mouth, while you're in my ass making me airtight."

"I think you'd like that." Max began to grind against her, his cock filling her. They fell into an easy rhythm. "But I don't know that I can do that."

"Why not, Max?" She sounded disappointed.

"Because I'm a jealous, crazy lover, sweetheart. I can't stand the idea of anyone else being with you. I know that probably makes me a bad person and a hypocrite, but . . . but I want you all to myself. When my cock is inside you, it will be the only one you have." Max pulled his cock back and then thrust back into her. "So maybe I'll get a couple of my friends to come over . . . and make you strip for them, and tease them. And then I'll let them gangbang you while I watch."

Tempest shuddered at the thought of being taken by his friends. Max didn't mind fueling her fantasies, even if neither of them was really serious about making them happen.

It was fun for them to explore the possibilities. For the rest of the night, in between the sex, they talked of all the "what ifs" before fall asleep in each others's arms. Content.

*************

"Can you stay a few extra days?" Tempest yawned. She stretched, partially to get her back to pop, but also to push her chest out just for Max. The sun was just coming up. Max would be getting ready to go to work in a little bit.

The alarm hadn't gone off yet, but they lay in one anothers's arms, not wanting to let go.

"The last night they're paying for me to stay here is Thursday, and we have flights out on Friday," he reminded her, while playfully groping her breasts. "And my parents expect me home for Christmas."

"Let's stay here for a few more days," she batted her eyes at him. "My parents and sisters are coming down and getting a condo over the weekend. You can stay with us."

"They're coming here for Christmas?"

"We're going to Disney for Christmas," Tempest corrected him. "You'll hear the story plenty of times, but my moms and dad hooked up at Disney World back when they were in college. They always stay at the Old Key West Resort; my Momma calls it 'The Scene of the Crime'."

"I don't want to intrude on your holidays." In Max's mind, he was already trying to come up with an explanation for his family as to why he was skipping out on Christmas at home with them.

"Now you're just making horseshit excuses." Tempest snorted before playing her final card. "Besides, Monday is my birthday."

"What? Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"You never asked."

"I haven't gotten you anything."

"Then your present can be you spending Christmas with my family. You already were around at Halloween and you got out of Thanksgiving with them."

"Christmas is really your birthday?"

"Well, technically my birthday is on the twenty-first, but legally, my sisters and I were all born on Christmas Day. It's a long story. You'll probably hear it a couple of times over the weekend."

Tempest rolled Max over on to his back. Her hand strayed down between his legs and she brought his semi-hard cock to its full length.

"Now you're playing dirty." Max closed his eyes as Tempest stroked him.

"So are you going to stay with us for Christmas? It won't cost you anything," she nibbled on his ear, making his skin crawl. Unconsciously, Max began to thrust his hips up into her hand. "How about if I give you a morning suck and fuck? Will that do it?"

His eyes were hooded over with pleasure. "I never want you out of my sight, my love. I will stay with you every day that you'll have me."

"Then fuck me now, and you'd better fuck me again when you get back tonight."

*************

It was Max's first Christmas with a big family. His mom was disappointed that he wouldn't be home for Christmas, but his parents understood.

Her family had rented one of the three bedroom condos at the Old Key West Resort; Max couldn't imagine how much it cost for a weekend around the holidays.

"Our folks have been Disney Vacation Club members forever," Brooke told him when he asked. Like her sisters and parents, she wouldn't take any money from him when he offered, either.

Tempests dad and moms stayed in the master bedroom. The kids, including the quads, Gwen & her girlfriend and Bryan & Emily, all crashed in the other beds.

Kaylee was in the work up phase prior to a deployment somewhere over the Pacific flying an EA-18G on electronic warfare missions, and wasn't able to make it. Gabi and Kristopher were visiting his parents for the holidays.

Max was accepted as a fact in Tempest's life. He found out everyone in the family had a Disney Annual Pass, and somewhere along the way, Tempest had picked up one for him, too.

They ended up staying through New Year's Day, and Max was even subjected to a fair amount of good-natured ribbing from her sisters and parents.

The two of them rang in the new year with her family at Disney Springs, then raced with her back to the condo, making Tempest the first member of her family to get lucky in 2018.

They flew home the next day, and Max surprised her by showing up on her doorstep on January third. "Pack a bag."

"We're going back to school on Thursday," she pouted. "Classes start on Monday."
"I'll have you back in time," he winked.

They got on I-40 and headed east. They arrived in Winston-Salem a couple of hours later.

"Where are we going?" Tempest asked as they got off the interstate. Max headed into town towards Wake Forest.

He waited until they were stopped at a light before answering. "Apartment hunting."

It was the first time he had ever seen Tempest rendered speechless.

The light turned green and it was still several more moments before she was able to form a coherent thought.

"Pull over, Max! What the fuck are you talking about?" He ducked into the parking lot at a gas station. "You had better not be screwing with me, Max Brenneman. I will fucking roast you if this is a goddam joke!"

"I'm dead serious, sweetheart." He took Tempest's shaking hands in his own. "That trip to Orlando was my last assignment with the company. Last month, Wake Forest offered me a job as a database programmer in the Information Systems department. I did a phone interview back before Thanksgiving, but they've been trying to recruit me for about a year now. I start with the new semester."

"I'm not transferring for you," she said resolutely, as if she didn't fully believe what he was telling her. The look she gave him made Max's heart melt.

"I need to be closer to you, Tempest. I can't stand the thought of traveling all the time and doing the long distance thing. I'll be an hour and a half up the road."

Tempest pulled him to her for a deep, sloppy kiss.

"And you have to stay in school," he continued playfully. "I need you doing rocket science and building nanobots or some shit so you can support me and our children."

They spent the next two days looking for apartments. Max had a deep stockpile of Marriott points from all of his travel with the company, so they didn't have to spend any money on hotels. He found a nice one bedroom place not far from campus which was populated by graduate students and families.

On their first night in his apartment, they made love on an air mattress which rested on the floor. He made sure to get an apartment on the end of the building, with no one on the other side of his bedroom wall to hear her screaming.

Tempest went back to school and Max started work.

Over President's Day weekend, Max and Tempest drove to Louisville to pick up some things from his house. He introduced her to his parents.

With his car full of clothes and his belongings, Tempest gave Max his first road head. She masturbated in the passenger's seat for a trucker and flashed her tits.

They talked eagerly and optimistically about their lives. Together. They watched videos together and discussed more of their likes and dislikes, and negotiated some of the terms of their relationship.

"I have something for you," Tempest said the next weekend when she showed up on his doorstep. She had a large gift bag in one hand.

She stepped over the threshold and presented herself for inspection. Her chest was pushed out, and her legs just a little further than a shoulder-width apart, giving him easy access her all of her. A gold heart hanging from her lace choker was just as radiant as her eyes.

Max ran his hands over her curves. Tempests's nipples crinkled up at his touch. He lifted her skirt and brushed his fingertips across her neatly-trimmed pussy.

"You're so wet for me, my slut," he whispered, pushing one—then two—fingers past her labia. The door was still open, and even though he didn't see anyone outside, the thrill of knowing that they could be watched excited them even more.

"I'm always wet for you, my lord."

"What have you got for me, Misha?" he asked, using the name they had agreed would be her submissive persona. It was short for her middle name, Michelle.

"Something for breakfast."

"I thought you were breakfast." Max kissed her behind the ear, making her squeal with delight. He withdrew his fingers from her sex before bringing them to his lips to taste her.

Max's apartment was strewn with boxes and new-assembled Ikea furniture. A couch was being delivered later in the week. Two computer desks with dual-monitors set up sat side by side against one wall, one for his desktop and the other with a docking station for her laptop, both of them under posters of Bastion, Soldier: 76 and D.Va.

His claymore and Andúril hung from another wall, next to a katana Tempest gave him when he moved in. Tempest's parents had sent a custom lightsaber as a housewarming present, although he hadn't had a chance to hang its wall mount yet.

A band new sturdy queen-sized bed was freshly made in the bedroom. Silk scarves were draped over the wrought-iron frame.

Max resisted the urge to do as he had the previous weekend, and slam the door shut, push her up against it, then strip her down and fuck, instead taking it slower, even knowing both of them were exerting a tremendous amount of effort in their restraint.

Tempest handed him the gift bag. It was heavier than he expected.

"Are you wearing what I told you?" Max asked.

"Of course."

"Show me."

Tempest did a graceful pirouette and flipped up her skirt. He already knew she wasn't wearing panties. The horse-tail hung down from the butt plug to just above her knees. The skirt was just long enough to hide it.

"Good girl," he gave her a not-so-fatherly pat on the backside. Tempest blushed at his approval.

In the gift bag, under some sheets of tissue paper, was a Darth Vader waffle maker.

"Your slut's cunt feels empty without you inside it," she whispered in his ear, her voice shivering with desire. "Take what's yours, my lord. Take your slut . . ."

"How does my slut want to get fucked?"

"Like the bitch that she is, my lord."

"How do you ask?"

"Arf! Arf!" Max smiled to himself as she barked for him. He grabbed a handful of Tempest's hair at the base of her neck and made a fist. Her head tilted back and she let out a deep throaty moan as he kissed her deeply.

His other hand cupped a breast and squeezed.

"Fuck your dirty, slut bitch," Tempest pleaded.

Max nudged the door shut, picked her up and carried his lover to the bedroom.

A short time later, with Max watching from his seat at the table, Tempest made eggs, toast and waffles for breakfast. Naked. With cum dripping down the inside of her thighs.

*************

The end . . . for now.