(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)
A/N: Sarah pays her saviors a visit~
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In spite of their enhanced senses, both Myk-Zod and Mystique are actually caught off guard when the knock comes at their door. Mostly because they were too focused on one another to notice the approach. That said, they haven’t really gotten past kissing and heavy petting when they’re interrupted. Hell, they even still have their clothes on.
Pulling away from Mystique for a moment, Myk-Zod turns his attention to the door and narrows his eyes, able to easily detect whose standing on the other side of it now that he’s actually focusing. Mystique makes a noise in the back of her throat as she does the same.
“Well, well. Isn’t this interesting?”
Looking back to his blue-skinned lover, Myk-Zod lets out a sigh.
“… Should we let her in?”
Mystique just smirks in response.
“Are you really going to leave her standing outside?”
No… no he was not. Still, they both knew where this was going. They might not be psychic like Sarah was, but they didn’t really have to be in this case. They had eyes, after all. And ears. And noses. As Myk-Zod climbs up off of the bed and moves to the door, he presses the release and watches the heavy metal slide out of the way to reveal a blushing, fidgeting Sarah Kerrigan on the other side.
Gracing her with a fond smile, he steps aside.
“Come on in, Sarah.”
The red head does so, stepping in and letting the door close behind her with a hiss of the hydraulics built into it. She looks to Mystique, who hasn’t actually moved from the bed but simply got on her side so she can lounge. And then she looks to Myk-Zod, her face almost as red as her hair.
“I… I know I shouldn’t be here right now. I’m sorry for interrupting you two.”
Mystique chuckles over on the bed.
“And why shouldn’t you be here, exactly?”
Narrowing her eyes at the teasing tone, Sarah clenches her hands into fists.
“Because… because you two were about to be intimate. And I knew that and should have respected it. But I came here anyways.”
Mystique suddenly rises from the bed and prowls across the floor with all the grace of a beautiful predator. Sarah tenses up but doesn’t full freeze, even as the blue-skinned shapeshifter arrives before her. Reaching out, Mystique tucks two fingers under Sarah’s chin, keeping it from dipping any further down.
“And why did you come here anyways?”
Shuddering a little at the touch, Sarah licks her lips, eyes darting between Mystique and him for a long moment.
“… Because I was hoping I might be able to join you both. In… bed.”
The floodgates open with that confession and Sarah rushes to explain further, even as Mystique removes her fingers and just smiles.
“Ever since Daggoth… I’ve been connected to the two of you. Psychically speaking, I mean. The three of us… we survived something together… and that left its mark on us. On our minds. Do you… do either of you feel it as well?”
Myk-Zod shares a look with Mystique, who just shrugs at him. Finally, he speaks up.
“There might be something there, but neither of us are psychic. I think you can feel it more than us.”
Sarah nods along as if that makes perfect sense.
“Y-Yes… but at the same time, you two see a lot don’t you? You sense a lot more than normal humans do. You know… my feelings just as I feel yours.”
Again, Myk-Zod shares a look with Mystique. But in the end, there doesn’t seem to be any point denying it.
“You’re right. We can sense your lust in our own way, just as you were drawn to ours.”
“A-And neither of you are disgusted by the idea of me… joining in…”
That brings a smile to Myk-Zod’s face and he chuckles.
“No Sarah, neither of us are disgusted by you.”
Before Sarah can respond, a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye draws her attention over to Mystique. Or rather… to herself. Mystique has shifted into Sarah’s form, becoming her clone. Smiling with Sarah’s lips, she runs her hands up and down her new body.
“There’s nothing to be disgusted about by this figure. You take good care of yourself.”
Sarah doesn’t seem to know how to respond to that… but the scent of her arousal in the air does get even stronger, even as she stares at a mirror image of her that’s practically fondling herself in a rather provocative manner. It doesn’t seem to be a turn off for her, being copied by Mystique. No, rather, it’s more of a turn on than anything.
Her mouth opens and closes wordlessly a few times… before she gives up on trying to speak and just reaches for her jumpsuit, beginning to strip right then and there. Her face is red, but her eyes are determined… she clearly knows what she wants.
Myk-Zod can appreciate that… and besides, it sounds like the three of them are more connected than he or Mystique could ever know now. Whatever Sarah had done in order to save them from Daggoth back on Tarsonis had a long lasting impact. To say nothing of the damage done by the cerebrate himself.
Wordlessly, he and Mystique also strip naked. Soon, he finds himself staring at two beautiful, nude copies of Sarah Kerrigan. The gorgeous red head stands before him in duplicate, the original biting her lower lip as she studies herself with a clinical eye.
“Fuck that’s a bit freaky… but is it egotistical of me to say I think you’re right? I do have a pretty fine body, don’t I?”
Mystique chuckles and steps forward, reaching out and pulling Sarah into an embrace that presses their identical breasts together. Then, she kisses the other woman with identical lips, causing Sarah to squeak for a moment… before she starts to get into it.
Myk-Zod would be lying if he said they’d never played around with Mystique’s shapeshifting in the years that they had been together. He didn’t like to abuse it or anything like that, and he had never gone so far as to have her turn into anyone that they knew… but Mystique herself had certainly had fun playing around with it sometimes and he’d had more ‘different encounters’ than most men as a result, even if all of them were technically the same woman.
This though… this was new. Inspired, even. Watching Sarah and Mystique makeout while pressing identical, gorgeous bodies against one another is more than enough to get Myk-Zod hard. His cock grows and straightens up, coming to full mast in no time as he takes in the delicious sight.
Finally, Mystique pulls back from Sarah and turns to him with a wicked, foxy grin on her borrowed face. Sarah on the other hand, looks a little frazzled and dazed… though her focus sharpens the moment her eyes land upon Myk-Zod’s erection.
Her tongue traces out to lick at her lips and she moves towards him as though in a trance while Mystique follows behind her. Together, the identical pair of red heads drop to their knees in front of his cock and Myk-Zod looks down at them, smiling slightly.
As Sarah leans forward, Mystique joins her and the two of them wind up taking either side of his member, sliding their tongues along the length of his shaft. Myk-Zod lets out a groan, his hands coming down upon the tops of their heads and his fingers carding through their hair.
His cock pulses and throbs under their ministrations, and though neither of them is outright sucking his dick, the pleasure is still… considerable. Mystique knows exactly what to do to make him feel good after all, especially after they’ve been together so long. Sarah though… Sarah also knows exactly what to do to make the experience pleasurable. Likely because she’s ‘cheating’ by sensing his emotions as she goes.
Myk-Zod just enjoys their efforts, truth be told. His balls churn, his cock pulses, and he groans all the louder as they work him over with their mouths and tongues. Until eventually, he can’t hold back much longer.
“Here it comes, ladies…”
Before Sarah can react, Mystique dives in and takes his cock firmly between her lips, sucking half of his length into her mouth in one go. Sarah barely gets the chance to squawk indignantly as Myk-Zod lets out a truly heartfelt groan and tips over the edge a moment later. He cums in Mystique’s mouth and down her throat as she swallows his load like a pro, drinking down every last drop.
When she’s finally finished and pulls back off of his cock with a satisfying pop, Sarah can only pout at her clone… until Mystique rolls Sarah’s own eyes back at her and chuckles.
“Don’t complain. After all, he’s about to fuck you first. I deserve at least this much, don’t you think?”
That certainly gets through to the red head. Her eyes widen and she looks to him, causing Myk-Zod to smile back at her encouragingly. From there, Mystique takes Sarah by the hands and drags her over to the bed, the two identical beauties climbing on as Mystique pulls Sarah on top of her and basically locks her down, spreading her legs wide and wrapping her arms around Sarah from behind.
Two sets of identical green eyes stare at him, one of them dark and stormy and lustful… and the other anticipatory and excited, but also ever so slightly trepidatious. It’s funny because the impression that Myk-Zod has gotten of Sarah so far is that she’s a badass… a real femme fatale, just like Mystique.
But here in this moment, as he climbs onto the bed and prepares to make her the meat in a sandwich between him and Mystique… she’s trembling. His cock hovers inches from her pussy as he looms over her and frowns.
“You okay, Sarah?”
“I-I’m fine…”
He could have perhaps shrugged it off and gone with it… but Myk-Zod shakes his head.
“You don’t seem fine. You’re trembling… and I can tell at least a little bit of it is fear.”
That causes Sarah to still… and then her eyes turn downwards as her shoulders slump.
“I just… don’t want to fuck this up.”
Myk-Zod shares a look with Mystique, who promptly nibbles at Sarah’s ear, causing the other red head to gasp.
“And how would you fuck it up, darling?”
At Mystique’s question, Sarah shudders.
“… I always fuck it up. I fucked it up with Jim mere days before Tarsonis. Didn’t listen to him. Let Mengsk use me and throw me away and nearly got us all killed.”
Hmm, Myk-Zod had been wondering about that. He’d detected something between Sarah and James Raynor, even back before Sarah had woken up. The way the man acted around her… he definitely cared about her. A lot. Though it hadn’t felt entirely romantic. Rather, they had just been through thick and thin together, through the fire and the flame. Coming out the other side of that sort of thing forged unbreakable bonds, most of the time.
Sarah bites her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth.
“… Honestly, I’m glad I messed things up with Jim. That I cut off any… any potential for more between the two of us. Because… he’s too good for me. Much too good. And I’m too bad for him. Much too bad. I’d only ruin him, in the long run.”
Her eyes come back up to meet Myk-Zod’s gaze then, turning somewhat imploring as she stares up at him.
“B-But won’t I do the same to you two? You’re both too good for me as well… if I l-let this happen… then what if I ruin everything?”
And there it was. The depths of Sarah Kerrigan’s insecurities, of her self-loathing and doubt. He wishes he could say he’s surprised, but he’s not… not really. Put a rifle in her hands and give her a target and Sarah was the kind of woman who would always get the job done, no matter what. But this sort of thing? Interpersonal relationships? Well, even from what little Myk-Zod knew of her, it made sense that she’d be terrible at them.
Mystique just scoffs though and tightens her grip on Sarah until the other red head gasps.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Who are you to tell us we’re too good for you? You barely even know us or the things we’ve done. More than that though… do you really think we’d let you ruin everything?”
To Myk-Zod’s surprise… that actually seems to work for Sarah. She relaxes in Mystique’s grasp, taking visible solace in her words. In the end, she just shakes her head.
“N-No… I don’t think you would. And I… even if it’s selfish of me…”
Sarah looks up at him imploringly.
“Please… please fuck me.”
Smiling slightly, Myk-Zod places the head of his cock against her waiting pussy lips at long last. Mindful of her human durability, he moderates his strength considerably and pushes into her carefully, watching her face contort in pleasure as she moans wantonly all the while.
At the same time, he also sees a duplicate of her face over her shoulder, smiling in wicked satisfaction even as Mystique brings her hands to Sarah’s breasts and begins to roll her nipples between her fingers.
Myk-Zod begins to pump, Sarah moans throatily, and Mystique helps out in her own perverse way. And the threesome truly starts to get underway…
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