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It is imperative for Viktor to ensure everyone who visits the commune is well-accommodated. All his followers are instructed to welcome anyone with open arms for a reason. After all, their small community exists to help and accept any of those in need.
The first time a Jayce from another timeline stumbled upon his humble commune, Viktor felt the stirrings of an anomaly during his meditation. Being merged with the Hexcore allowed him unrestricted access to knowledge that only one imbued with the Arcane could see. Something peculiar was happening with the lines tying the worlds together — but it was blinding like a lightning strike, so Viktor couldn’t see beyond the many cracks forming on the surface of the web and debris crashing into one world and another.
Perhaps it's why when Huck had brought in a confused, older version of Jayce Talis in his councilor uniform, Viktor wasn't fazed.
Like any other lost soul who had stumbled their way here, Viktor welcomed them with open arms. There was no recognition in this older Jayce's eyes — perhaps his Viktor had perished before they even had the chance to meet.
Conversation with this version of Jayce was easy. His age had turned him into a better sweet talker. Were it anybody else, it would come across as sleazy — but with Jayce, the attention and compliments were flattering. It didn't hurt that the man aged wonderfully — there was salt in his hair and beard, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes that crinkled whenever he laughed made him look even more handsome.
Naturally, when Councilor Talis — as Viktor liked to call him — had asked to share Viktor's bed, he obviously accepted the request. It wasn't every day that a man who wore the face of the person Viktor loved showed up on his doorstep. It was easy for Viktor to imagine himself growing old with a Jayce who actually returned his affections.
Councilor Talis made love like an animal — raw, thorough, and almost ritualistic. He called Viktor pet names that went straight to his Hexcore-given pussy. Of course, Viktor let him come inside when the councilor called him his good little wife.
The second Jayce arrived with a third. Already, Viktor could sense their apprehension when one of the followers brought the two to the greenhouse.
At the time, Councilor Talis had his cock stuffed inside Viktor's drooling cunt, lips on his neck as Viktor inquired about the man's life — especially curious was how he was still alive if Viktor wasn't there to stop him from his attempt at his life and if he had a wife he should go back to at home.
Of course, said inquiry was abruptly interrupted in the presence of two more Jayces. Viktor could only hope he hadn't leapt from the councilor's lap, making himself more presentable as if he didn't just have a dick inside him mere seconds ago.
The two Jayces — especially the rugged-looking one — seemed hesitant to shake Viktor's hand. When he spoke, he was quick to accuse Viktor of being a corruption and called him the Herald of the Apocalypse.
Big words — only one of which was true. Perhaps it was this claim that poisoned the other Jayce and made him more hesitant to approach Viktor. But Viktor was not so easily deterred — after all, how could he call upon the end when all his actions have only ever been altruistic?
Viktor decided to prove himself to the two. He was no stranger to dealing with wild, untamed animals that had a tendency to lash out when touched.
The first to open up, as Viktor softened them with words, was the other Jayce. Viktor called him the Blacksmith in his head because he had mentioned that he worked in his family's forge ever since he was young. He never made it in the academy for some reason — something about his ideas being too dangerous to be permitted into the hallowed halls of the academy. Jayce mentioned that he was only laying low for now, but he wasn't giving up on his dream — even if it took him a while to get there.
There was an ache in Viktor's chest where his heart should've been. It made him recall his own Jayce's unwavering determination to see his dream realized. Viktor missed him terribly.
A day later, the rugged man — the Defender, as Viktor liked to joke in his head — seemingly softened to Viktor. He had even let himself be bathed. Upon asking why this was the case, he said it was only because of something Councilor Talis had said — something about the old coot being frustratingly correct.
Viktor would never know what was exchanged between the two, and the temptation to simply graze his fingers upon the Defender's forehead to satisfy his curiosity gnawed at him. However, he valiantly resisted the urge and continued to wash the Defender's hair, letting the grime and dirt fall into the water.
As thanks, the Defender offered to eat Viktor out.
Jayce's mouth wasn't just great at talking sweet after all. Viktor recalled being unable to hold back his sighs as his thighs clenched around the Defender's head. It took brute strength to pry him open, something which Jayce had no problem doing.
Viktor vaguely recalled throwing his head back right when he was at the precipice, his clit being sucked on by an attentive mouth, when all of a sudden another Jayce's cock — this was the Blacksmith, Viktor was certain of it — was hovering over his face. Viktor had come from the sight — the implication — alone.
When he turned to Defender, he had a wicked grin on his slick-covered face that matched the one the Blacksmith's wore. It felt like Viktor had been played or deceived, somewhat.
They planned this — a coordinated attack against his unwitting self.
Well, obviously, if anybody asked Viktor, he would say he resisted the temptation with all his might. And by resist he meant he had allowed the Blacksmith to slot his erect and musky length down Viktor's throat. He could recall the man groaning in pleasure as he wrapped a calloused hand around Viktor's neck, just to feel the way he fit.
Viktor couldn't forget burying his nose in between the Blacksmith's soft and heavy balls as he swallowed him whole.
Meanwhile, the Defender slotted his freshly-washed cock right in between Viktor's sopping wet cunt. The feeling of being fucked both ways made Viktor feel undeniably full, and he wondered if his greed would ever allow him to settle for less ever again.
There was only a quiet and pleasant haze in Viktor's mind, punctuated by the obscene squelch of his soaked hole and wet mouth, as he did his best to be a good host to his two new guests.
A week later, the fourth Jayce arrived. From the moment he laid eyes on Viktor levitating as he meditated, he immediately fell to his knees in reverence, looking up with familiar wonder. There were five iridescent handprints on his forehead that marked his identity, the man donned in white clothes similar to the people in his commune.
A Follower. Somehow, the knowledge wounded Viktor sweetly. It was pleasant to know that there existed a world where Jayce had joined him — it just so happened that it wouldn't be this one.
Getting Jayce the Follower to speak openly of his world the following day was easy. In his universe, the Machine Herald was an eons-old omniscient god that the commune worshipped. Jayce enthusiastically shared that none have ever seen the Herald, and he considered himself the chosen one for being worthy to glimpse and partake in the flesh of the Herald.
Viktor's mind snagged at one word: partake.
It turned out, in the Follower's world, the Machine Herald was the god of a sex cult.
It was a little embarrassing to be associated with something so base and human — as if Viktor's behavior these past few had been anything but.
It didn't help that the Follower was as charming as Councilor Talis, as mischievous as the Blacksmith, and as devoted as the Defender. It took him five minutes to rally all three versions of himself in the dais and significantly less to convince Viktor it was something worth partaking in.
After all, it would make him a poor host if he couldn't accommodate the demands of his guests.
Viktor had always known Jayce to have a territorial personality. In their seven-year long partnership, Jayce always ensured his belongings had his name or family crest on it. Even Viktor was not exempt from this — the cane and eventual crutch Jayce made for him came in his house's colors too.
It's why Viktor finds himself surprised to find the other versions of Jayce in immediate agreement of which parts of Viktor they'll partake in. It's as if they've been planning this for a long time behind Viktor's back.
They patiently take turns stealing kisses from Viktor's mouth as four pairs of hands explore his body and begin disrobing him. He feels a hand caressing his bare mound, a curious finger tracing his wet folds. Someone's erection presses against his ass while a hand wraps around his neck.
Viktor feels himself melting. "Jayce," he sighs, pleased to know that all four men are versions of the man he loves. Viktor can't imagine letting anyone else do this to him but Jayce.
"We've got you, sweetheart," the Councilor whispers in his ear as he peppers Viktor's face with kisses. The Follower begins to lay worship on Viktor's skin, kissing down his collarbones all the way to his navel. Meanwhile, the Defender's finger breaches him and coaxes more wetness from Viktor's cunt. The Blacksmith, on the other hand, grabs Viktor's ass to split it open, grinding his clothed erection against his winking hole.
"Whu-Why am I the only one undressed?" Viktor asks as another finger breaches him. He feels the Blacksmith's familiar calloused finger circle his rim in curiosity.
"If that is what our Herald desires," the Follower says as he begins to disrobe along with the other Jayces.
"Please," Viktor says as he glances up under his lashes. "Just Viktor is fine."
Viktor enjoys the sight of seeing how each timeline has shaped Jayce's body — and Viktor wants each of them carnally. He lets his fingers caress planes of muscles and hairy chests, allows himself to squeeze a bicep here and there as much as he likes.
The sight is further enhanced when his eyes finally land on the absolute monster in between the Jayces' thick thighs — uncut and heady with the scent of musk and masculinity. All erect and leaking precum already because of him.
Viktor is quick to wrap a hand around two fortunate cocks — it doesn't matter whose — after spitting in his hand. He begins jerking them off at a slow pace, twisting his wrists before hands and lips descend upon his body.
Viktor can't help the moan that escapes his lips when two fingers begin to scissor him open at the same time an oiled up finger teases then pushes inside the tight ring of his asshole. Viktor feels himself being stretched by more fingers sinking inside him over time, oil and slick working in tandem to fit up to four fingers — a necessity, just to accommodate Jayce's inhuman size. The intrusion in his ass feels novel in his new body somehow, especially with the addition of his Hexcore-given cunt. It makes slick gush down his thighs and spill onto the hand of the Jayce scissoring his sopping cunt open.
He enjoys the slight overwhelm of the situation before he's set down on something comfortable — since when did his humble dais have any cushions? — to sit up in.
The Jayces whisper praises and compliments in Viktor's ear and it gets to his head. He lets himself be manhandled as he's lifted and placed on Councilor Talis' erect length. His greedy cunt swallows it eagerly and completely, used to being stretched around his girth, before he lets out a pleased sigh.
"Hey, honey," the Councilor says with a sweet smile as he pulls Viktor closer, their lips meeting in the middle.
"Hi," Viktor replies softly, fingers digging into firm pecs when he feels the wet tip of a cock slowly pressing inside his asshole.
"Oh..."
The press burns, his virgin hole stretching obscenely wide to fit the fat cock pushing inside. He looks over his shoulder and feels the Defender's rough hands on his hips. When their eyes lock, the other man winks at him before he lodges the last few inches of his length deep into Viktor's hot and tight channel.
Viktor snaps his head forward and moans at the sheer feeling of being stuffed full by two virile dicks. A finger gently lifts his chin before the scent of a freshly-washed cock hits his nostrils.
"Please allow your humble servant the joy of partaking in the wonders of your mouth, my Her— I mean, Viktor..." the Follower says, offering the slick cock in his hand, as Viktor sticks out his tongue and starts the process of swallowing him whole. Who was he to deny a devotee's humble wish?
The men begin to start at a slow pace in order to allow Viktor to adjust to the feeling of being stuffed in three places at once. They all let out a groan simultaneously, as if the Jayces are connected by sheer pleasure alone with Viktor as their conduit. Viktor can only hum around the length down his throat, his holes squelching with the sound of each thrust, as he spreads his thighs wider.
At the corner of his eye, he sees the head of an unattended cock being jerked off at the sight.
"Care to give me a hand here, V?" the Blacksmith asks as Viktor wraps a hand around his precum-slicken length.
It takes Viktor a while to adjust, but he's nothing if not a fast learner and an excellent multitasker. He jerks the Blacksmith off while using his mouth to pleasure the Follower. He meets the coordinated movements of the Councilor and the Defender with his hips.
Viktor is in utter bliss, especially hearing curses falling under the Jayces' lips. Rough grunts and sighs echo back in the dais, accompanied by the wet sound of Viktor being used.
When he feels the Councilor's smooth finger circling his clit, Viktor chokes and pulls off the Follower's cock. His pace falters as he squeezes the Blacksmith's cock, causing the man to throw his head back and moan before he thrusts into Viktor's hand.
"I'm going to come," Viktor announces as the cocks push impossibly deeper inside him somehow. "Oh, Jayce," Viktor whines as he resorts to jerking off his Follower and the Blacksmith with both hands. He feels heat thrumming under his skin, seeing the hunger reflected in the Jayces' eyes as they look at him. "I want us to come together," he says.
A chorus of 'yes, Viktor's and 'anything you want's fills the air as the Jayces work overtime to push Viktor off the edge.
"Where do you want us to—"
"All over me, please," Viktor begs as he begins to pant, eyes going glassy with unshed tears. "Mark me, make me yours."
When Viktor feels his orgasm cresting, the Jayces inside him pull out before they jerk themselves off once, twice, until they're coming on Viktor's belly, the small of his back, and the curves of his ass. The Jayces in Viktor's hand follow suit, coming straight on his face, hair, collarbones, and chest — exactly how he wants it.
They don't stop emptying their load over Viktor, ensuring he's coated completely in streaks and globs of white.
The sight of Viktor must truly be obscene, debauched and sticky with Jayce's cum. He can't help but let out an amused chuckle as he gathers some cum on his belly and cheek before stuffing them in his mouth. He lets out a pleased sigh like he's tasting a gourmet dish instead of Jayce's bitter release.
"Fuck, V," the Blacksmith curses as he leans down and tastes himself in Viktor's mouth.
Hands grip Viktor's hips tightly as he grinds his flaccid cock against a purple thigh. "Wish I could take a picture of you right now, baby," he muses aloud as he spreads his release to soak in Viktor's skin.
"Not much of a threat nor a Herald now, are you Viktor?" Defender remarks in Viktor's ear with an amused chuckle. He plants kisses on his neck and gropes his flat chest with both hands. "Just a common whore greedy for dick," he adds as Viktor nods in agreement.
"Still divine, in my opinion," the Follower pipes in as he brushes Viktor's hair away from his face. "Truly a stunning performance, my Herald."
Viktor doesn't bother correcting his Follower anymore, simply letting out a hum of acknowledgement as he leans into the Jayces arms.
The men take turns kissing Viktor, and it's pleasant in an overwhelming way. He feels another wave of slick gushing out of him, prime and ready to be fucked once again.
"Shame you don't have some tits we could play with, sweetheart," Councilor Talis remarks with a sigh. He thumbs at the areas where Viktor's nipples would've sat, and Viktor feels some pang of devastation that he's missing out on another layer of pleasure.
"Mm, perhaps the Hexcore will provide me with one if it deems fit," Viktor replies as he lets the men lay him down flat on the cushioned surface. Their hands roam, cataloging Viktor's new body with interest, even as their touches turn perverse. They spread Viktor's labia open, curious if the tunnel of his pussy is as purple as his insides. They flick his clit and stretch his asshole with two fingers to see how much he can accommodate. Viktor can only validate each touch with a gasp and sigh. "And what would be more necessary than pregnancy, no?" he adds thoughtfully.
The Jayces pause before four sets of intense hazel eyes stare at Viktor. "You want us to get you pregnant, V?" the Blacksmith asks, eyes a little wide.
"We could even make it into a competition, see which of you, eh, knocks me up first," Viktor suggests, a coy smile beginning to stretch his lips as he places a hand on top of his stomach. "You can take turns and decide upon yourselves who goes first. Perhaps I’ll even consider marrying the one who succeeds."
Viktor wishes it was his Jayce instead and knows the probability is as low as his chances of getting pregnant in the first place.
The Jayces look at each other in awe before they grin and chuckle. It's almost disorienting how they laugh so similarly — like his Jayce.
"You're sly, you know that?" the Defender remarks as he scratches the trimmed beard on his chin. "You could've just told us to come in you, but you just have to turn it into something."
"Well, it's no fun if nothing's to be won," Viktor shoots back.
Councilor Talis shakes his head before he leans down and presses his lips on Viktor's forehead. "God, angel. Don't you know simply having you like this is enough of a reward?" he asks. It makes Viktor's smile falter as he feels that familiar pang of longing in his chest again.
"You were made for worship," the Follower adds as he caresses Viktor's cheek. The cum is starting to feel tacky on his skin as it begins to dry. Still, it's difficult to feel the discomfort when the Jayces look at him like that — like he conjured the very world into existence. Why can’t his own Jayce look at him like that? "These hands and my whole being exists simply to serve you, our Herald."
Viktor feels tears welling up in his eyes. He pulls his legs up and wraps his hands behind his thighs instead so he doesn't break out into a sob. "Breed me, Jayce," Viktor pleads, whispering it into the air. A part of him wants it to come true, hopes the Hexcore inside him is listening. He wants a part of Jayce to always stay with him, even if the man won’t.
Would a child make Jayce stay out of obligation?
The Jayces line up behind each other, the one going first being the Blacksmith. Perhaps the sadness in Viktor's eyes shifts his grey eyes to blue because the Blacksmith's features soften.
"Just look at me, okay? Don’t think about anything else but this."
Viktor thinks the Blacksmith has always carried his Jayce's sweetness and occasional selflessness. He can't help it when a single tear slides down his cheek as he nods.
The Blacksmith makes love to him during his turn, even if his cock throbs with the desire to plow Viktor to next week. Instead, he reins in his own appetite and uses his body to make Viktor forget. The Blacksmith drowns Viktor in so many kisses he thinks he can live off it for the rest of his life. Viktor's mind goes numb as the man fills him up with his seed and promises to stay with him when everyone’s left. Viktor orgasms with a warmth that fills his chest with fondness.
The Follower, on the other hand, fucks Viktor like he has something to prove. He hits Viktor's sweet spot every single time, worshipping his skin with his hands and mouth. At that point, Viktor’s gone pliant and lets the other man take as he wishes. He entwines his hands with Viktor’s before coming deep inside him, promising him an eternity of worship and devotion. Viktor almost finds himself squirting when the man plays with his clit experimentally — still, the Follower pulls a surprising orgasm out of Viktor without any care for his refractory period.
During the Defender's turn, he takes pleasure from Viktor's body with barely-withheld rage. Viktor snaps at being treated with other disrespect when the others have been nothing but kind. He thrashes and resists Defender, forcing the man to pull him by the back of his hair as he restraints both of Viktor’s wrists in one hand. Defender looks him straight in the eye as he violates Viktor’s pussy with each thrust that has him coming violently over himself. Each subsequent hit against his cervix is a punishment as the Defender calls him filthy names — slut, whore, nothing but a hole to dump cum in — before releasing Viktor to repeatedly slap his cunt into submission. It forces Viktor to squirt all over them, staining the cushions as shivers wrack his body. The Defender empties inside him and ends his turn by spitting straight into Viktor's pussy.
The stretched hole makes a poor attempt of clenching around each load; however, it drips out of him. Viktor is forced to scoop it up with a desperate whine, pushing it back inside his pussy to ensure it takes.
Right before the Councilor's turn begins, Huck walks in with someone in tow. Viktor should feel embarrassed to be seen so filthy, so debauched.
"What is it, Huck?" Viktor asks, voice rough from practically screaming Jayce's name each time.
"Herald, we found someone peeking by the entrance," Huck replies as he steps to the side to reveal a younger version of Jayce — the man that Viktor first saw in the academia, moments away from jumping off the ruins of his apartment. He’s still clad in his uniform, like he’d been abruptly plucked from his timeline as he was going to class.
"Jayce," Viktor gasps as he sits up. There’s no recognition in his eyes, just horror and fear at being caught.
"I believe he is due a change of clothes, Herald," Huck remarks as he gestures to the man. "It seems he has soiled his pants."
The young student’s face turns completely red as he covers the front of his pants with both hands. He obviously came from spying on them — it was the only possible reason.
Viktor beckons Jayce forward and dismisses Huck. The Student glances from Viktor to the men that bear the same name and almost look like him.
"Who— Who are you and where am I?" the Student asks, a little wary.
"Oh, where are my manners?" Viktor says as he introduces himself and the other Jayces. He makes a quick explanation of what's happened — something about the timelines, something about housing them for now — but the Student seems completely overwhelmed by it all. Or maybe Viktor just doesn’t seem credible when he’s practically shining from his own slick and saliva and the sweat and release of other men on him.
At Defender's mention of Hextech, the Student seems to trust them a little. There’s a naïve glint in his eyes when he enters their den of depravity. His irises are completely swallowed by black when Viktor leads him by the hand in between his thighs — all this at the encouragement of the Councilor himself.
"I remember when I was his age," he says with amusement, leaning back in his seat as he takes himself in hand and slowly begins to jerk himself off at the sight. "I would've killed for something like this." Hence, he surrenders his turn to the younger version of himself since he's technically already had a go at Viktor's pussy many times. He says it's an opportunity for the Student to turn from a boy to a man.
And what better way than learning through doing?
Not that Jayce was some blushing virgin at that age from what Viktor knew. However, in comparison to the older Jayces in the room, this version of Jayce had significantly less experience.
It's Viktor's duty to make the Student feel welcome, to ease his nerves into it. He’s a new guest, after all. Viktor tells him to take off his soiled clothes and basks at his waxed body — a stark difference from the other Jayces.
Viktor whispers and reassures the Student that it's fine if he doesn't last long, that he can come inside as many times as he wants — and that's exactly what he does. His older selves give him tips on how to do better, how to angle his cock just right to get Viktor to tighten around him. They teach him the many ways to make Viktor come and even how to make him squirt — a demonstration Defender was happy to comply with as his fingers fucked into Viktor hard and fast until he was screaming and squirting all over them.
The Student gains more confidence — after all, Jayce has always been a quick study himself.
Somewhere along the way, they resume sharing Viktor's body. Viktor eases the Student into their group by sucking him off, lapping at the tip as he swallows him down. Meanwhile, the other Jayces take turns fucking him from the back as he keeps himself up on all fours.
At some point, Viktor recalls being lifted before being deposited into someone's cock. A pleasant haze settles over Viktor's mind, almost akin to meditating but better. He vaguely hears the Jayces converse with each other, talking about the discrepancies in their experiences and worlds — all this while they pass Viktor around like a cigarette, all three of his holes for their exclusive use. It’s all white noise in the background of Viktor’s heavenly bliss. There's a point where he can feel one cock after the other pop in and out of him as he rotates between lapping at one erect cock after the other. His skin, especially his ass, would've been littered with bruises were it made of flesh from the amount of times he's been sucked, bitten, squeezed, and slapped. He feels utterly stuffed, completely used, and all kinds of filthy.
Viktor thinks he can get used to this kind of attention, one where he feels like the center of Jayce's universe.
Viktor only breaks out of it when the Councilor whispers something in his ear.
"So, the guys and I were talking. Don't know if you heard 'cause you looked pretty out of it," Councilor Talis begins as Viktor feels both of his holes being spread wide open by large and enthusiastic hands. He flinches when he feels cool oil being emptied over them and doesn't protest when he feels fingers rubbing at his labia and asshole, lazily fingering him open with five fingers.
It's a little alarming that Viktor can feel a fist pushing into his asshole while he hears an amazed ‘woah’ paired with a round of applause. What is he, a circus act?
"We were wondering if you could fit all four of us in both your holes at the same time?" the Councilor asks with a charming lilt in his voice. Fuck. Viktor knows this tone — it’s the old Councilor trying to persuade him into saying yes.
"Th-That's impossible!" Viktor exclaims. For the first time, he actually worries about the safety of his pussy and ass in the hands of the Jayces. The fist transfers out of his ass and straight into his cunt, causing him to let out an obscene gasp at the sensation of being stretched completely to the brink. He can hear the squelch of his pussy gushing out more slick as one of the Jayce’s really plunges his arm deep. Viktor’s eyes almost roll back into his head, knowing that the size of Jayce’s hand is relatively large and the fact that he’s managed to fit it all inside just means…
What has he turned into?
"I think you can take us quite nicely," the Blacksmith remarks.
"I-I did the math!" the Student adds. "Normally, it wouldn't be possible. But, since you're merged with Hextech..."
"Everything is possible through you, Herald," the Follower praises. "And this undeniable evidence of your talents simply proves that."
It's the first time Viktor ever protests their idea. "Hold on, I think you are severely overestimating—"
"Shh, relax, darling," the Councilor coos as he slides his cock inside Viktor. "You’ve got to trust us to take care of you, you know? Learn to let go."
"No, Jayce. I'm serious—" Viktor's breath hitches when he feels the head of another cock beginning to press inside his pussy. "There is absolutely no way that will fit!"
Jayce defies Viktor's claim when the Student carefully and perfectly slots his slightly smaller length right beside the Councilor's. Viktor lets out a shriek at the initial pain of the stretch — a sensation that is quickly numbed by the Arcane thrumming under his skin. Meanwhile, the two Jayces simultaneously let out a moan at the feeling of being pressed up snuggly against each other inside Viktor's extremely tight entrance.
"No..." Viktor sobs when his pussy fits the two cocks inside him, causing him to wrap his arms around the Councilor as he buries his face in the crook of his neck in shame. He feels dizzy, like he’s seconds away from genuinely passing out. "You're going to rip my pussy open!"
Viktor hears the Jayces laugh, entertained over that idea before they dismiss him.
"We've got one more hole here that's just begging to be used, look at that," the Defender comments as he circles Viktor's puckering rim. "Fuck, who wants to go at it?"
"Please, no..." Viktor begs as he begins to pant, reaching behind him as he pulls one cheek to the side. "I don't think I can make another two fit..."
The Councilor and Student peppers Viktor with kisses, showering him with words of compliments and encouragement as the Blacksmith slots his own cock right into Viktor's ass.
Viktor can only let out a muted scream as he feels fullness inside him. He glances down and sobs at the sight of his flat stomach distending so badly that it almost looks like he's several months pregnant.
However, Viktor's already waning consciousness truly collapses when he feels the Follower squeeze in the head of his cock along with the Blacksmith's. He only makes it halfway through when he’s met with some resistance.
When he comes to, his entire body feels pleasantly numb. For some reason, the Defender has his dick inside his mouth and he sucks at it out of habit. The men around him moan and groan as they shift inside Viktor with slow, calculated movements. It's imperative that they don't accidentally extract themselves from such a perfect position.
Jayce was right — Viktor could do the impossible.
"Wish you could see yourself right now, Viktor," the Defender says with a fond look on his face, flushed and sweaty with exertion. Viktor's pretty sure the wetness he feels on him is also an amalgamation of sweat from the Jayces. Or maybe that’s his own release instead. "You're radiant," he praises.
Viktor can only flutter his eyes in response, hanging on the edge of a great orgasm with four cocks brutally pressing heavily onto his sweet spot. Somehow, Viktor finds his gaze flickering to the entrance of the dais, hoping that none of his followers see him in such a degrading and greedy position.
That's when he catches sight of his Jayce — rugged and filthy and undeniably Jayce. He's standing by the entrance wielding a hammer, his face contorted into one of pure shock.
Viktor wants to leap away from his position to drape himself over the man his heart belongs to but finds himself shackled by the hands of the other Jayces.
When Jayce drops his hammer and Viktor catches sight of the undeniable bulge tenting his beloved's trousers, he finds himself falling off the edge as he succumbs to his high. He comes, he squirts, he pisses himself while being completely filled beyond the brim by five massive cocks.
It has to be a record.
As if in agreement, the five men come inside him once the squeeze of his holes get too tight, filling Viktor up as it dribbles and further ruins the cushions. The Defender releases deep down Viktor's throat, choking him with one hand as he forces him to swallow it all down.
Viktor would've wailed Jayce's name — loud enough for everyone in the commune to hear, certainly — if he could.
Viktor feels more than overwhelmed — he's bone-tired from the excitement of it all. It's pleasant, but the only thing that comforts his soul is the sight of his Jayce rushing towards him in utter worry before his vision blacks out at the corners.
When Viktor comes to, he's soaked in the bath with five Jayces serving him hand and foot. They wash him thoroughly and clean him up, dotting his skin with nothing but soft and appreciative kisses.
At the center of it all is a sixth Jayce — the Jayce. Rather, his Jayce.
"Jayce..." Viktor croaks weakly as Jayce places himself by his partner's side. The Arcane hums under his skin, making the bubbly and floral-scented bath glow purple. "You're... here."
Jayce entwines their fingers as he presses a kiss at the back of his hand. "Of course I am, I just— I didn't expect to see you like that, V," he replies quietly. There was no escaping this now. Surely, Jayce has caught on — Viktor isn’t the type to sleep around with just anyone, after all. “I didn’t know. I wish I knew sooner,” he adds regretfully.
They both know the other Jayces are listening, but they pretend not to and let the two have their moment. Viktor will make sure to thank them properly later.
"I… I do want you, Jayce," Viktor confesses, feeling a sob crawl out of him. It feels like glass in his throat, cutting him all the way from the inside. "For seven years. And counting."
Jayce looks like he's on the verge of weeping. "I do too, V. God, I fucking love you, of course I do." He says it like he's just realizing it too. "We have to talk about it. Us. Hextech."
"Later. Right now, I just want you to kiss me."
When their lips meet, Viktor can't help but notice how Jayce's kiss tastes like bitter tears. When he feels wetness in his own cheeks, perhaps they're not just Jayce's that he tastes on his tongue. Eventually, the teardrops dry up from the heat of their passion, Jayce's hands cupping his face as they deepen their kiss.
Once they part ways, the two can't help but share a laugh.
"I... want you to join next time," Viktor declares before flashing his own Jayce with an impish smile. "I want you to reclaim what's always been yours."
They still have that bet going on about Viktor marrying the version of Jayce who gets him pregnant first — a contest to identify which Jayce carries the most fertile seed.
And Jayce can never say no to a challenge, after all.
The Mage has never encountered a damage so massive in the timelines before — a record-breaking six worlds fall into collapse because of something so carnal.
Lust.
The Mage had never known himself to be so... promiscuous. Or flexible. It was a truly confusing and shameful thing to witness that there existed a version of him that could be so greedy if presented the opportunity.
After heaving a devastated sigh, the Mage catalogues his failure and heralds the end of each universe for losing their only line of defense. It is easy to identify where he went wrong with this particular timeline. Granted, it wasn't his fault that a momentary disturbance in the multiverse resulted in, eh, something akin to a leaky pipe in a dilapidated house.
By the time he had fixed it, the damage had been close to irreversible. It seemed that the Jayces that had 'leaked through' the wrong timeline couldn't be extracted fast enough. By the time they met the Viktor of that world, it was impossible to separate them.
The Mage's folly was introducing the original Jayce from that timeline in an attempt to 'reset' it somewhat. He had to learn the hard way that the timeline itself was good as gone when it simply made things worse.
The Mage has learned from this experience. Next time, he will nip the problem in the bud once the familiar signs present themselves. He'll make sure of it.