Robin followed the three sisters up the narrow staircase, watching the sway of their hips and tails with the appreciation of a man who knew exactly where this was going. Or at least, he thought he did.

  The room they led him to was rger than he expected, with the same clockwork aesthetic as the rest of The Clock—gears mounted on walls, pendulums swinging from the ceiling, the phantom tick-tock that seemed to pulse through the very air. But the centerpiece was something he'd never seen before.

  In the middle of the room sat a massive circur gear, maybe eight feet across, mounted horizontally like a ptform. It was padded with thick cushions in deep burgundy, and around its edge, spaced evenly, were three mechanical arms. Each arm held what was unmistakably a dildo, angled inward toward the center of the gear. The whole contraption looked like some kind of eborate zy Susan designed by someone with very specific interests.

  "What," Robin said slowly, "am I looking at?"

  Hickory grinned, running a hand along one of the mechanical arms. "Efficiency, handsome."

  "We got tired of waiting our turn," Dickory added, already shrugging out of her barely-there dress.

  Doc was circling the device, her tail swishing with obvious pride. "So we built this. When you're with one of us, the machine mirrors your movements to the other two. When she finishes, the gear rotates, and the next sister comes to you."

  Robin blinked. "You built a... sex machine."

  "We built a *clockwork pleasure device*," Hickory corrected, stepping out of her dress and crawling onto the padded gear. "There's a difference."

  "It's all about timing and synchronization," Doc said, joining her sister on the ptform. "The sensors detect rhythm, depth, angle—everything gets replicated."

  Dickory climbed up st, and the three of them positioned themselves on their hands and knees, their backsides facing outward like spokes on a wheel, their heads toward the center of the gear. The mechanical arms adjusted with a series of soft clicks, the dildos positioning themselves behind each sister.

  Robin felt a grin spreading across his face. This was incredible. Insane, but incredible.

  "So you're telling me I just have to stand here, and you all rotate to me?"

  "Exactly," Hickory said, looking back at him over her shoulder, her tail lifting invitingly. "Think you can keep up with a machine, Hood?"

  Challenge accepted.

  Robin stripped off his clothes and stepped up to Hickory first, his hands finding her hips as he positioned himself. The moment he entered her, he heard a soft whir of machinery, and the two dildos behind engaged with each sister. He could hear their synchronized gasps.

  "It's mirroring you," Hickory breathed, pushing back against him. "Everything you do to me, they feel."

  Robin's grin widened. Now this was interesting.

  He started slow, testing the device, and heard the corresponding reactions from Dickory and Doc. Every thrust, every shift of angle, every change in rhythm was replicated by the machine with perfect precision. He was essentially fucking all three of them at once, even though his focus was only on Hickory.

  "So if I do this—" He changed his angle, hitting that spot that made Hickory's back arch.

  "Oh fuck," came the chorus from all three sisters.

  Robin ughed, low and pleased with himself. He picked up his pace, one hand sliding around to stroke Hickory while he worked. The machine kept perfect time, and he could hear the other two sisters getting louder, their pleasure building in sync with the sister beneath his hands.

  When Hickory finally came, it was with a sharp cry that made Robin's ego swell almost as much as other parts of him. The gear mechanism let out a melodic chime—actually chimed like a clock striking the hour—and the whole ptform rotated smoothly. Hickory's dildo re-engaged as she moved away from him, and suddenly Dickory was in front of him, flushed and already worked up from the mirrored stimution.

  "Miss me?" she panted, looking back at him with gzed eyes.

  "Always," Robin said, and slid into her without missing a beat.

  This one liked it rougher, he remembered. He obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to let her know who was in charge, and the machine mirrored his deep thrusts. He could see Hickory and Doc out of the corner of his eye, both of them taking the replicated rhythm, their bodies moving with pleasure with his ravaging. It was hypnotic, watching his movements echoed across all three of them, like he'd somehow multiplied himself.

  Dickory sted longer than her sister, fighting the building pleasure with the same stubborn determination she brought to everything else. But Robin knew what he was doing. He shifted his grip, changed his angle just right, and felt her walls clench around him as she finally gave in with a broken moan.

  Another chime. Another rotation.

  Doc was already trembling when she rotated into position. She'd been edged twice now, feeling everything he'd done to her sisters, and she was wound tight as a spring ready to snap.

  "Please," she whimpered, and Robin had never heard her sound so cute. "Please, Robin, I—"

  He didn't make her wait. He drove into her hard and fast, giving her exactly what she needed, and she orgasmed in under a minute with a scream that probably carried down to the bar below.

  The final chime rang out, and the machine powered down with mechanical clicks. All three dildos retracted smoothly into their housing with a soft mechanical whisper.

  Robin pulled out and stepped back, looking at the three sisters sprawled on the gear, all of them panting and boneless. He felt pretty damn pleased with himself. Man versus machine, and the man had won. He'd kept pace with clockwork precision and satisfied all three of the beautiful women.

  The triplets took a moment to recover, then rolled over from their positions. They turned around on the gear and slid across the padded surface toward him, sitting down side by side on the edge facing Robin. Their legs dangled over the side, and their tails curled contentedly around each other. All three of them wore matching satisfied smiles.

  "So," Hickory said, still catching her breath. "Robin. How do you feel about having babies?"

  Robin's pleased expression froze. The post-orgasm glow evaporated instantly. "I'm sorry, what?"