“Three, two, one!” Stella gleefully squealed as she dropped Angelina from the air.
I watched as Angelina plummeted down, making a few poses in the air before she buoyantly bounced on the landing. After all, she wasn’t flesh and bones.
As her body absorbed the impact, her facade as a woman in a lab coat melted away to reveal her actual appearance, a lavender and green woman with a semi-liquid body. The colors mixed and swirled on her like paint, and she dripped slightly at the edges.
As she righted herself, Angelina called back up to us, "Looks like we have a guest again."
I spotted the guest. Obsidian, or rather one of her clones, was tied up on our front doorstep.
Stella and I landed, and the girls headed into the manor, walking past the Obsidian clone with black lipstick words scrawled over her face.
I grabbed the mail from the box and then picked the clone up by the ropes, bringing her inside with us.
I put the mail on the side table and Obsidian next to the table. I had a few things I needed to do first. And honestly, I was happy to put off dealing with the clone. I’d told Obsidian that I would help her, but I really didn’t enjoy breaking her the way she wanted.
"Just going to leave her there?" Melody asked, staring at the Obsidian clone.
I nodded. "For now. She's harmless, Melody."
Melody still looked unhappy. I knew the kidnapping still made her dislike Obsidian.
"Here, I’ll box her in." I put a kinetic cage around her and dampened the sound. After a moment of thought, I cut the rope tied around her and squeezed her into the box a little firmer. "Better? She won't be able to hear much now."
"Good, because we need to talk about her. She's not some stray cat." Melody frowned, still fixated on Obsidian.
The supervillain had a sexy goth vibe with black hair, lipstick, and an asymmetrical black super suit on.
"No, but she’s a woman who likes to be treated like a stray cat. And until I can figure out how to help her heal, I’ll help her however I can." My eyes shifted over to Angelina for her professional opinion.
"She seems to have taken a liking to Miles after Liberator's death. I'm cautious, but she seems quite docile. Nothing is technically wrong with her."
Melody made wild gestures at Obsidian while Stella took the chance to disrobe and put on an apron. She liked to wear an apron, and only an apron, while she cooked.
Stella briefly joined the conversation. "She likes to be hurt, to be killed."
"Yes, and her power allows for her to experience the pain of death to survive. Masochism isn't as uncommon as you'd think, though her power has allowed her to explore that to a far greater degree of violence than most." Angelina shrugged, sitting down at the table.
We all joined her while Stella hummed to herself, her spaded whip of a tail swishing back and forth as she started cooking.
"I don't like it. She may have kidnapped me, but you killing the clones..." Melody finally said with a sigh. "It's just... wrong."
"I agree it isn’t enjoyable, but I’m not sure it’s wrong, either.” I saw her about to object and held up my hand.
“We should start to wean her off that sort of experience slowly. We’ll explore other alternatives," I agreed. "But it’s going to take some time. If I take it away entirely today, I'm not sure she'll stick around, and I need that if I'm to help her."
Obsidian also had experienced my power. I needed her close to make sure that my secret stayed safe, and she stayed on my side.
Melody wrinkled her nose while Angelina nodded along with me.
"Besides, we have a bigger problem. Venus confronted me after our patrol. She's angry that the BSH isn't doing more to find her augmenter," I laid out our discussion and the issues I saw to the group.
"This obsessive fixation is pretty severe," Angelina agreed after I had finished.
"Yeah, she believes she touched my soul when I boosted her power to take on the Leviathan, and it somehow made us fated," I clarified.
Angelina spread her hands. "Who is to say that's not what happened? Rather than straight-up deny her claim, look at it from her angle. Powers are an incredibly private and sensitive thing for most supers. It is often what makes them feel unique among the masses. You touched her power; that might be even more intimate to her than sex."
I noted, "You almost make it sound like I had sex with her and need to take responsibility."
Stella giggled over the stove.
"Have something to add to that?" I asked my giggling succubus.
She turned, grinning. "Venus is so horny, that's about the closest she's gotten to sex lately."
I rolled my eyes, but Angelina gestured towards Stella. "She's got a point. You’ve shared something intimate with her."
"Regardless, she's going to keep looking for me, and she's on my hero team. Today I was handicapped because I didn't want to use my powers in front of her. I squashed the other two, but those two mutated giants would have been a piece of cake if I could have supported you two," I laid out my greater concerns.
"Then tell her you are the augmenter. Let her smitten little ass suck your cock dry for a day, and then she can move in. Why does this have to be so complicated?" Stella sighed as she put the pasta into the boiling water and turned away from the sizzling meat for just a moment.
"She believes that her fated augmenter is just for her. She’s not interested in sharing. I don’t think she’ll take the news very well. And I can't get a read on her; she keeps her personal identity a secret and is nothing but a stickler and professional at work."
I needed more confidence that she would not become a ticking time bomb for what I was building before I let her in on our secret.
"If you want to know her better, you know exactly how to do that, but it won't be as Miles." Angelina crossed her arms under her chest, and the way her breasts oozed around her arm had my full attention. "And it seems she's not the only one who's horny."
"I swear, you three have done something to me." I threw up my hands. It had felt like my libido had been in overdrive the last week.
Stella flounced across the kitchen to hug me and shove my face into her chest. "Of course, we have, silly. You actually care for people now. And you are far less mopey."
“I wasn’t mopey,” I grumbled, but she just wiggled her body against me, planted a kiss on my cheek, and went back to cooking.
"Coming out of a long cycle of depression increases sex drive significantly," Angelina threw out as she turned on her tablet and started doing a little work at the dinner table. "But if you really think it is becoming a problem, we can work on it later."
"No!" Stella nearly screamed. "I like his sex drive; he needs to feed me."
I looked over at her. "I feed you plenty. Besides, pay attention, the beef is about to burn."
Stella jolted from where she stood, grabbing a spatula and stirring the meat. "I'll feed you, and then you'll feed me." She wiggled her eyebrows.
I shook my head, turning to look at Melody. “So, what do you think?”
"Don't look at me. The sex is great, and there are three of us. Plus, I know more are likely to join us." Her gaze wandered over to Obsidian in the corner. "So, more sex drive is probably good."
I let my forehead smack against my palm. "The Venus thing, Mel. I was talking about the Venus thing."
"Oh, that. I'm guessing you meant for him to contact Venus as the augmenter?" she asked Angelina.
"Precisely."
"I should narrow down the number of personas I have. Tell Venus that the augmenter is Void." Too many damn personas were going to get me in trouble if I wasn't careful. "Void also needs to go talk to Kim."
"That will have to wait. Your session with me takes priority," Angelina said sternly. "Taking care of yourself comes first."
I frowned at her.
And that was all it took for her to melt for me. My very professional slime was submissive through and through once I applied any sort of pressure.
"Stop second guessing yourself," I told her sharply. "This will not work if you aren't able to help me sort out some of the mess up here." I tapped my temple.
"I know, but you are so dominant." Angelina grinned but tried to sit up straight.
I walked over, rubbing her shoulders as I talked. She melted into me, somewhat literally. "So, I should connect to Venus outside of work and try to understand her, maybe start laying a foundation that I could use to keep her stable if I ever told her. Then I need to take a trip as Void to talk to Kim.”
Angelina nodded against me as she moaned.
“And first, I have my therapy session with you.” I leaned down and kissed Angelina’s cheek.
"Um, Obsidian." Melody pointed to the boxed-up woman in the corner.
"Right, Obsidian project, too," I confirmed that it hadn't slipped my mind.
"And feeding." Stella came over, putting four plates down on the table filled with spaghetti. Then she walked over to me, kneeling in front of me.
I gave her my hand. Contact was the best way for her to draw ki, the energy behind superpowers, from me. She usually liked to suck on my finger.
But Stella shook her head and pushed my hand aside, her eyes fixed on my crotch. "We know there's a better way for me to feed." She licked her lips.
"It's time for dinner." I pointed to the plates of food.
"How I eat shouldn't be judged." She wiggled forward on her knees, rubbing her face into my crotch.
Looking up at me, she untied the top and back of her apron, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her exposed in front of me.
I reached out with my power and trapped her in a vice of kinetic energy, everything but her head. "I want to be able to enjoy the dinner you made before it gets cold."
Stella strained against my power but bit at my pants and pulled them down enough so that my cock sprang free. She was slurping it up in an instant, her power to drain ki latching onto me.
I leaned back and let myself sink into the feeling. It felt like a thousand little tingly pricks running up and down my length as she sucked. Each and every one of them was a tantalizing tingle of pleasure.
Stella's draining power was pleasurable for her victims. Luckily, I had a lot of reserves, because most would die from how much she drained.
When I’d packed my body with ki, it hadn't given me additional superpowers, like I'd hoped, but it sent my natural body into overdrive, giving me a long list of general enhancements, including halting my aging.
And it helped me feed Stella. She had a small hole in her stores of ki that leaked out. Thankfully, she had a power to drain ki from others to make up for it. I kept her fed regularly so that she didn’t accidentally drain those around her.
Looking down, I met Stella’s electric blue eyes as she sucked me, drawing my seed and my ki from my body. Her lips were soft pillows that massaged my shaft as her tongue gave a distinctly physical pleasure amid the superpowered tingles.
I grabbed onto the two horns that curled back over her head. Pushing and pulling, I drew her along my length to the right rhythm.
"You feel amazing, Stella," I groaned.
My power reached out and sank into her soaking wet sex, and I curled it up to rub her g-spot. Stella moaned around my cock, and her eyes narrowed in pleasure.
I was overflowing with my pleasure, my power working like an extension of myself inside of her. Not only was I pleasing her with my power, but it felt like I was inside of her mouth and her sopping wet pussy at the same time.
I came, exploding into her mouth as she took one last strong pull of ki from me. With that, I released the hold I had on her.
Stella pulled back with a half-lidded look and a satisfied smile. "Tasty. Now eat your spaghetti before it gets cold and you blame me."
It was still steaming warm. She had worked me over quickly.
The other two at the table hadn't said a word, watching the whole time.
"I think I can make horns." Angelina's form shifted, and a pair of horns curled out of her head.
"Right? That was hot," Melody said from across the table before her eyes flitted to Obsidian.
That was when I realized that her clone had been watching the entire time. The clone looked interested. I wondered if maybe we could replace the pain with pleasure? Make her feel alive another way?
I tucked that to the side to focus on my food. I stabbed into my spaghetti and twisted it around my fork. "So, how was your day, Angelina?"
Stella bounced into her chair and happily started eating, ignoring the stares from the other ladies as she sat naked at the table.
"Is this just how dinner is going to work?" Melody asked, glancing between us all. "Just fuck at the dinner table and then continue on?"
"I mean, I’m all for it. It is a dinner table, and Stella was feeding, so it sort of fits?" I gave Melody my biggest smile, and I saw her give in. None of us were going to stop Stella.
Stella agreed, bobbing her head excitedly and grinning with food in her mouth.
"Looks like she's eating just fine," Melody said dryly, but she looked at me with a bit of lust in her eyes. “Just making sure we have ground rules." Maybe she wouldn’t keep being the good girl for long.
I nodded, and we went back to eating before Angelina spoke up, answering my original question.
"Things went well today. I’m still in the early stages of working through the patients. I’m afraid I can’t go into much detail, but I have a full roster, and they are doing well."
"Any issues with the prison?" Last time I had been there, they had been clearly irritated at her even existing.
"Nope. Gossip today was that something came from Kim to the warden, and the few gals that were overly hostile towards me were suddenly reassigned today." Angelina raised an eyebrow at me.
I held up my hands. "Wasn't me. Kim seemed to like you after the Chimera."
Angelina shrugged and shoveled more of the spaghetti into her mouth. Even if she wasn't entirely flesh and bones anymore, she still needed calories, I assumed.
"Stop staring," she scolded Stella.
"But how do you eat? Do you have a stomach?" Stella leaned forward, poking Angelina’s stomach and getting her hand swatted away.
"Yes, for the most part, I still think I'm human. And that helps subconsciously to uphold this form." She gestured at herself. "So that means there's a stomach to help me digest food, though I'm pretty sure I'm more efficient than a human."
"Why's that?" I asked, curious.
"Because I don't use the bathroom." She stared at me. "I lose moisture to the air, and sometimes little bits of me get left behind." She stuck her hand to the table and lifted it off. There was a small sheen of slime left. "But I replace all of it with food and water."
I paused, tilting my head. I hadn’t thought about it, but that was pretty cool.
"The things we learn about powers." I shook my head, thinking not just about the powers in this room, but about powers all over the city.
Angelina was right, powers were a large part of what made everyone unique in the world. Touching on Venus' powers very well might have been more intimate than sex.
She’d told me to think about it from Venus’ perspective, and it made a little more sense. If someone suddenly boosted or turned off my power, it would be incredibly personal. My power made me who I was today.
I wasn't feeling hungry anymore, and Stella, being Stella, had put far too much on the plate. Taking it off the table, I placed my scraps by the bound Obsidian. "Feel free to eat my scraps."
Obsidian glared at me before her tongue snaked out and licked the edge of the plate. She could barely move given how I had her contained.
I scooped up the food with my hand and held it under her mouth.
She took it out of my palm, licking the sauce off my fingers. It was horribly demeaning, and she loved every second of it by the look in her eyes.
"Good girl." I ran my hands through her hair as her body shuddered. "So good. I'll give you what you want. Unless you object?"
She stared at me in rapture, waiting.
I looked into her eyes, trying to form some sort of healthier connection. I caressed her cheek as I quickly flooded her body with power. It collapsed into a shadow that slipped away, and I didn't try to stop it.
This time, Melody didn't complain or even comment. I would slowly work Obsidian off of that into tamer pleasures, maybe even a few I enjoyed, too.
"Sex or therapy?" Angelina asked me once I was done.
"Why not both?"
She glared at me. "Which one first?"
"Therapy. I think sex is the only thing that will get me through it."
Angelina stood up, and her body morphed back into the brown-haired woman with her hair pulled back. She had on a babydoll and high stockings with a little frill at the tops of them, teasing me with just a little of her thigh before it disappeared under the lingerie. Over it all, she had a white lab coat and wore glasses as if to mute the otherwise-sexy outfit. It only made her sexier, in my opinion.
"You don't wear that for every patient, do you?" I felt a little possessive.
"Nope, this is just to keep the attention of my favorite patient. Come, we'll do it in the office." She turned and her lab coat swished behind her.
I had turned to the other two. "I'll see you two after.”
Melody smiled, winking at me. “I’ll make sure to get a little nap in so that I have some energy for later. Maybe even do some stretches.”
My mind started swirling with images, which was not what I needed going into therapy. Based on the way her smile grew, she knew it too.