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The goal was to calm her darkness. Not to just have fun in bed and take what she wanted.

Natalie had to sit still and let Mercygiver and Oz make love. It was a torture to not move things at her pace. But it was the kind of torture which just added to the pleasure she knew Oz would soon bring them all.

Mull let out a silent moan in Natalie’s head, Oz filling her too. “He’s… he’s too big…”

Mercygiver bit Natalie’s bottom lip, trying to hold in the pleasure. “I… won’t… apologize.”

It was a game. Nat could feel it, starting to laugh in nervous relief and pleasure. Her entire mind was enjoying this.

“Really?” Oz pumped his hips. Hard.

Mercygiver made a small squeaking sound, not expecting that.

Natalie closed her eyes, praying that she didn’t ruin this. She was soooo close to coming herself. Oz’s body was so hard and so thick and pushed in so deep…

Mull began to pant in need, not even paying attention to the internal conversation. She wasn’t capable of thought anymore, just an animal instinct which urged her to thrust her hips back against Oz and moan like a banshee who’d joined the sex trade.

Natalie started wrestling with Mull for control, as Mull wanted Oz and didn’t want to wait anymore.

“I won’t.” Ronnie insisted, not as firmly as the first time, trying to hold onto the darkness, afraid of the light.

“Fucking do it!” Mull all but begged silently. “I can’t…”

Oz started pumping his hips harder, fucking Mercygiver in earnest now. And there was absolutely nothing Ronnie could do about it. There was nowhere left to hide.

Love was going to win the day.

Mull let out a cry, her body drenched in need and stretched around Oz’s pitiless length.

Natalie began to say Oz’s name as he moved inside her, welcoming him as her rescuer.

Mercygiver had finally had enough, voice trembling. “…I’m… I’m sorry…”

Natalie instantly felt her mind shift, becoming more in control of herself and certain that she’d never do anything to hurt Oz. There was no part of her mind that dark. She knew herself now, the shadows at the edges of her soul seeing the gloom clear for the first time.

“Damn right…” Mull whimpered silently. “I’m sorry too… I don’t know what for, but I am. Please… please don’t stop… God, I need you so much…”

Natalie would have to agree with that assessment.

Oz reached forward and grabbed Ronnie’s breasts, holding onto them and moving his hips in quick, hard strokes. It was absolutely punishing, letting Natalie glimpse a plateau of pleasure she never before even guessed existed.

She swore, her different personalities all talking over themselves, trying to form words to express the kind of desire which defied words capable of expressing it.

“What about me?” Oz demanded, like some kind of fiend who had kidnapped them all and was having his way with them. “I think you owe me an apology too.”

Oz was really getting into this.

The realization just made Natalie even more excited, loving it when he had some fun. He didn’t get to do anything he wanted. She was so glad that she could help him with that. Particularly since this was fast becoming her favorite day ever.

Mercygiver shook Natalie’s head defiantly, but Nat and Mull both knew it was entirely for show. Ronnie was as hot and wet as they were, loving this.

Oz grabbed the back of Natalie’s head, fingers wrapping around her red curls. He pulled her head back, altering his thrusts and watching the effect they had on her face.

Ronnie was doing a piss-poor job of hiding the pleasure Oz saw there.

Mercygiver gazed at him in lust-filled submission, Oz’s body pumping in and out like a jackhammer. “…Sorry….” One of them breathed, Natalie wasn’t even sure which one anymore.

“What was that?” Oz pulled Ronnie closer, using his other hand to pinch at Mull’s stiffened nipple at the same time, making them all hiss in pleasure and forbidden pain. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I’m… sorry…” Mercygiver gasped, on the verge of climax and desperate for release. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“And?” Oz demanded, his voice stern and dripping with lusty power.

“It… it won’t happen… again…” Mercygiver said quickly, trying to please him. “She’s… she’s yours…”

“And?”Oz repeated.

Mercygiver’s mind raced, trying to figure out what to say here.

“ And? ” Oz pressed again, more emphatically.

Natalie and Mull both shrugged, having no idea either.

Oz reached under Mull to ruthlessly pluck at Natalie’s center, his fingers torturing Ronnie with pleasure for that lack of cooperation.

“You.” He supplied, voice the commanding tone he took when he meant his word to be law.

“ You are mine, ‘Ronnie.’” He drove himself into Mercygiver hard, emphasizing the point.

“Just like Natalie, just like all of them. You all belong with me . Because I belong with you.”

Mercygiver gasped at the sensation, but also at the words. Ronnie liked that. Liked belonging to someone, forever. Never having to worry about being alone or being abandoned. Being able to trust someone completely.

Ronnie liked that idea a lot .

Ronnie was almost pathetically grateful to be included, and not banished to the furthest reaches of Natalie’s mind; alone and broken.

And in that moment… Ronnie loved Oswald Dimico completely and utterly.

“Yes…” Mercygiver cried, desperate for it and wanting Oz to finish. “I belong… I’m yours… You fucking own me … I’m yours… Forever, I’m yours…”

“Good. You’ve owned me since Natalie asked for a ride home from that embassy party.

” Oz nodded. “I’m glad we had this opportunity to talk and discuss our differences.

” Oz pushed himself all the way into Natalie to accentuate the words again, leaning down to whisper in Ronnie’s ear in a deep throaty way.

“Isn’t this better than trying to kill each other? ”

All three of her dominant personalities gasped together, sharing that unbelievable sensation.

“Want me to stop, ‘Mercygiver’?” Oz asked, running his hand along Ronnie’s shoulder tenderly. “Maybe do this with Natalie, instead?”

Ronnie shook Natalie’s head, biting her lip to stifle a moan. “No…”

“I’m sorry?” Oz asked again, obviously enjoying the submission of his foe and the knowledge that Natalie was in control of her own body for once. “Can you repeat that?”

Ronnie let out a moan, tears of pleasure and ecstasy and gratefulness over being included, running down Natalie’s cheeks, which the bonds on Mull’s wrists prevented being wiped away. “You stop… and I’ll die…” Mercygiver nodded desperately. “Please, I need this...”

“Please don’t stop …” Mull silently screamed in Natalie’s head, trying to move her hips to get Oz further inside her body.

Natalie could see the plateau again, feeling like Oz was lifting her towards it.

Her straight-laced partner and love of her life began grunting, hammering himself into her like some kind of monster, filling her to the point of pain. He was losing himself in her now, his control snapping.

Mull began to moan.

Mercygiver whimpered Oz’s name as each thrust struck home, surrendering to their shared desire.

The evil nightmare which lurked inside Natalie’s head had met its match. And it was deeply, deeply enjoying its humiliating defeat.

Natalie remained fixated on the height of pleasure this offered, like she was scrambling towards it up an uneven cliff. She’d always been of a fractured mind, but now, every piece of her wanted this man. Loved this man. Completely. And all of her was utterly relishing what he was doing to her.

Oz’s fingers gripped her tightly, as the bonds around her wrists dug into her flesh, holding her exactly where and how he wanted her. And that loss of control, was so forbidden and exotic and exciting…

“I love you…” Oz began repeating in a chant, hand toying with her hair like it was magic. “All of you. Natalie, Multifarious, Mercygiver… All of you…”

He slammed into her one more time, and his body hit the exact spot she was desperate for him to reach.

All three of her main personalities climaxed at once, panting in release and crying out his name.

Natalie crested the wave of her own passion, arriving at something so clean and wonderful and fulfilling.

It was like she was looking down on the world, seeing how amazing it could be.

Like her entire body was made of pleasure and the cartoon rainbows which decorated Natalie’s breakfast cereal boxes.

Oz crushed her against him, climaxing deep inside her and mumbling her name. Well… names .

Natalie closed her eyes, letting that passion and love fill her.

“ Tell him. The truth.” Natalie asked Mercygiver. “Make sure he knows.”

“I… I love you.” Ronnie’s voice broke. “I love you so much, Mister Di… Oz .” Mercygiver sniffled. “Please don’t ever leave me. Please?”

Oz leaned down to kiss Ronnie’s temple tenderly. “I am not going anywhere.” He panted for breath, still fully seated and hard. Then ran his hand over Nat’s rear. “This was the single weirdest and kinkiest moment of my entire life.” He confessed.

Natalie nodded, trying to catch her breath. “Yeah, I thought it was amazing too.” She agreed, laughing in sheer bliss .

He patted her flesh in appreciation. “Thank you, Natalie. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of loving anything in this world.” He paused.

“And I feel like Mercygiver and I have really made a breakthrough in our relationship today. I think we’re going to get along quite well.

” He took on a thoughtful, curious tone.

“What era of history does Ronnie like? Because I’ve got a really nice series of books on midcentury advertising…

” He trailed off, silently planning a happy little history book club with her grotesque, thrill-killing ex-personality.

Her soulmate was such a boy scout.

The man really was extraordinary.

She snorted in amusement, then swallowed, trying to regain her own mind.

Her thoughts were scrambled now. She wasn’t used to all three of the voices in her head wanting the same thing.

Usually, they just argued with one another or hid in the shadows and waited to strike.

Now, they were all her. She was thinking in triplicate at the moment, but Natalie’s voice louder than the others and growing stronger.

She was the best and worst parts of herself. All the pieces of her puzzle were arranged together, forming one unbroken image.

It was so wonderfully normal . …But in a sick and really twisted way.

“I love you.” She said softly, turning over her shoulder to meet his gaze. “I’m 10,000 different women today. And every single one of them loves you.” She confessed honestly, knowing it was true.

Oz leaned over to kiss her forehead, unwilling to shift his body because he was enjoying the feeling of being inside her too much. Truth told, they both were.

“I’ve dreamed of you my entire life.” He said softly. “Sometimes I think you’re the entire reason I’m still alive. Just… just thinking about someone as perfect and wonderful and pure as you, being near trash like me. Looking at me like you’re looking at me now…”

Natalie’s body began to respond again, wanting him to get back at it.

In her head, Mull nodded. “Yep.”

Mercygiver agreed eagerly. “Yes, please. Harder, please. Don’t let him ever stop.”

Oz seemed to feel her body’s reaction to him, his hips moving an almost imperceptible amount forward. But Natalie felt it. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. And she loved the fact that she could do that to someone so restrained .

Oz grabbed the flesh of her rear, using it as a handhold to sink into her body more forcefully. “I’ll make love to all 10,000 at once… then individually .” He promised.

“Oooooh… I’ve got a few who are dying to meet you.”

“I’m kinda most interested in that one personality you mentioned, who was sexually attracted to herself.”

“I’ll introduce you to her tonight, just in case I lose access to her when today ends.”

He paused his movements, thinking about that. “I am legitimately excited about that.” He confessed sheepishly.

“I can feel that.” She laughed, not even bothering to hide the passion.

Oz’s proverbial hat might be white, but he was utterly merciless in bed.

Thank God. Her smile widened, loving that man with every ounce of her soul and knowing with utter certainty that he felt the same way about her.

All of her. Even the creepy, horrible parts.

“You’re an evil, evil man, Oswald.” She teased.

“Not yet.” He leaned over to kiss the side of her face in flirtation, while his body sank fully into her. “This is still me being nice .”