by Jamie Hawke
“Depending on what we have to go up against,” Twitch said, eyeing Charm, “that might be smart.”
“I think we can trust this version of her,” Threed said.
Laurel nodded. “I’ve checked, in the ways I can. I agree.” Her gaze moved to Andromida. “Not all seem ready, though.”
Andromida bit her lip and nodded. “This is… complicated. I’m sure it’s my own issues to get over, but—”
“But you’re not ready,” I said. “I get it.”
She offered me a smile.
“For the next mission, then,” Charm confirmed to Hadrian. “And if you all can speak with her, make sure she’s ready… that would be great.”
Hadrian nodded, then chuckled. “Charm… it’s probably a good thing you all are leaving right now. With ex-heroes like Gale and Twitch on board, and then you and your temper, it’s good to let things calm down.”
“Maybe we should go speak with her?” I offered.
He shook his head. “No, let’s leave it alone for now. Maybe when you return.”
“Keep us updated,” Drew said, and motioned for the door.
“Oh, now?” I said.
“The ship has been checked over, even enhanced, thanks to some of the new supers on the Citadel.” Hadrian also motioned. “Let’s get you on your way. We’ve stalled enough as it is.”
“When we come back, we’re having a party,” Charm said. “So, let’s go already!”
My team was eager and soon piled onto the ship after saying farewell to my brother and team, my mom, and everyone else who came to see us off. Muerta was there in the crowd, too, and Charm took a moment to run back and say something, give her a hug, then come back to us as Gale worked with A.I. Lamb to get the ship going.
“What’d you say?” I asked Charm.
“Told her not to worry, that we’d take care of her if she proved herself.”
I nodded, trying to ignore the images in my mind of Muerta, and how she looked especially hot now that my mind was allowed to go there. At the moment, she had on a skirt with gold metal around the top, and basically an armored top that didn’t seem to do much other than hold her breasts in a seductive way. Over that, she had on a cloth that went around her shoulders, all of it giving her a sort of pirate look.
Why she wanted on the team was still a bit of a mystery to me, though, so I was quite okay with taking some time on the matter. Rushing into these things, as often as I did, wasn’t always necessarily the right move.
As we took off, we were able to see the area above, where my brother’s team had taken out the residual Nihilists, now nothing more than debris that teams of supers were cleaning up. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and was vaguely aware of going through the first gate when Charm whispered in my ear.
“Huh?” I mumbled.
“Shhh, don’t wake the others,” she whispered. “Come on, Laurel and Harp want to apologize.”
“They already did,” I whispered, sitting up now, trying to clear my head.
“Not like this,” she replied with a wink and a silly grin.
“Oh.” I stood, fully realizing what she meant. “Ohhh…”
They weren’t on the bridge, and Charm nodded toward the door before leading me in that direction, an extra sway to her hips as she walked. Did this lady ever get enough?
“You better be staring at my ass, and not my tails,” she said, turning with a wink. I chuckled nervously. For some reason, that line that she had once said seriously back when we had first met now filled me with a familiar sense of unease. And I loved it.
The thrill of wondering what came next. As satisfied as I was with what I had, there would always be something about that feeling.
She led me to a slightly cramped room, even with just the four of us in there. The four being us two, plus Laurel and Harp, both waiting. It took my groggy mind a moment to realize what was different about them—they weren’t in their superhero outfits, but in dresses much like Charm’s! The material was different, shinier like they were made out of outfits on the Citadel, but each was its own sort of dress. Laurel’s winter green dress was slim, tight and long but with slits up the side of each leg, ending at the hip. The top hugged her chest, making me want to tear it off and let those deliciously huge breasts free. Harp wore royal blue, a more elegant, flowing dress that reminded me of a ball gown worn by a princess.
“What’s this…?” I started, about to turn when Charm’s finger touched my cheek, keeping me in place. “Shhh.”
No, not her finger—one of her tails. It moved along my cheek. Soft, somewhere between ticklish and tantalizing.
“Now,” she whispered.
Her tail pulled back and I turned to watch her join the other two, she in her red dress. The three stood there, Charm in their center, looking like I had just won a golden ticket to superhero prom with the school’s hottest ladies.
My mouth opened to say something, anything, but all that came out was a long breath, my head feeling dizzy.
“We’ve been thinking,” Laurel said. “And…” She hesitated, looking at Charm.
“They wanted—we—we wanted to make it special with them. Just the four of us for Laurel’s first… encounter.”
I had to laugh at that, though not too loud. “Encounter?”
“With your cock, Breaker,” Charm said, and it was hard to tell if she was slightly irritated or having fun with the moment. My guess was the latter.
“It’s not an alien life form.”
“To me,” Laurel said, hands behind her back, signature cute smile pulling me in, “it is.”
“I… see.”
“But I’m willing—sorry—I’m interested… No, I want to try. Maybe not all the way, but… try us out. See what happens.”
I nodded, turning to Harp, who blushed, biting her lip. Her machine wasn’t around, so Laurel said, “And she wants more. All the way.”
“Are you ready?” Charm asked.
My mind was suddenly very clear, my body tingling as blood flowed south, but instead of answering, I stepped forward, holding out a hand to Charm. She took it, and I pulled her in, starting to slow dance, an old jazz tune playing in my head. I could almost hear the rain outside my bedroom window, rain from a night I’d been home reading about a time when proms and balls were a thing, wondering what it would be like to pick up a girl in her dress, me in a tux. Wondering what it would be like to have that dance, to drop her off at night, maybe… not drop her off?
We moved back and forth, and after a moment of staring into my eyes with confusion, she rested her head on my shoulder. The other two waited a moment, letting it be, then approached, so that all four of us were swaying, moving softly as their kisses started, hands caressing, clothes being removed.
“No,” I said, as Harp reached up to undo her dress. “Not yet.”
She arched an eyebrow, but let her hands fall.
“Don’t you know that part of the fun of presents is getting to unwrap them?” I said, stepping to herand pressing my lips to hers. Our tongues met as my hands caressed her curves in that dress, my groin filling with anticipation.
I didn’t want her dress off yet, none of them. They were too beautiful. I ran my hands down along her shoulders, along the sides of her breasts, to her hips. Oh, God, she felt so good in my hands.
To my side, Laurel and Charm had started dancing as we had been, the two with their foreheads touching, eyes focused on each other. This was so much more than our newest ladies deciding to give it up. This was a reunion, a new beginning for old love. My being part of it filled me with such joy, I almost wanted to simply watch, to let it be. But no, they had invited me in, they wanted me to be part of this beautiful moment.
Noticing me looking, Laurel breathed deep as if about to plunge into the deep side of the pool, then turned to me, releasing Charm. Her eyes shimmered, her antennae glowed, and she stood, waiting for me.
As Charm went to Harp, kissing her, I stepped over to Laurel, hesitant. She cocked her hea
d, then held up a hand. I put my hand to hers, the two of us simply sharing contact for a moment. Then she moved in closer as her hand slid up along my forearm to my chest, and lingered. Another deep breath escaped her lips as her chest rose and fell, sending tingles up and down my spine.
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” I said.
“I’m ready,” she replied.
Taking the lead, I ran my hands down her back and pulled her in. Her lips tasted like honeysuckle and her scent was like fresh rain. My hand ran along the topside of her ass and I almost expected her to giggle or push me away, but instead she pushed her hips forward, pressing so that she could feel the hardness of my bulge against her.
Our lips parted slowly, and she ran a hand over my face, along my ears—not pointed like hers, nor foxy like Charm’s. Harp’s, I realized, were always covered by her hair. It was entirely possible mine were the first human-style ears she had ever touched. It was such a simple thing, but her finger on my ear made me lean back into her, kissing her neck, moving blue hair aside to reach her ear—long, pointed like an elf. Her breasts were against my chest, and I lowered my kisses until my lips had touched the soft spot where the breasts just started.
She hesitated, then, body going stiff, but when I started to pull back, she held me close.
“Do you mind if I… feel what you’re feeling?” she asked.
For a second that didn’t make sense, but I saw her antennae glow and realized she meant kind of like how Aegriss shared her sensations with me.
“Please,” I said.
She bit her lower lip, nodded, and began to undo my clothing. Her lips met my chest, then she was kneeling, down to my abs. She paused there, fingers around the waist of my pants, and looked over at Charm.
Taking that as her cue, Charm and Harp joined us, each with a hand on Laurel’s shoulders, kissing each other, then me, then my neck. As they did, Laurel pulled at my pants and underwear together, so that my cock burst free.
While the other two kissed my neck and chest, their hands moving along my backside and each other, Laurel’s fingers traced my hips, moving inward while she stared at my cock. It was like she was studying it, trying to memorize the image.
Then her fingers were at the edge of my shaft, barely touching it, and her antennae glowed. A shiver seemed to run through her, and she smiled. Fingers moving along the shaft with one hand, her other caressing my balls, she looked up at me with wide-eyed amazement.
Her hand gripped my cock firmly, as if she would never let it go, and then she stroked and let out a soft moan. Charm giggled, while Harp bit down on my shoulder—likely to keep from making some sound of her own.
Charm lowered herself to kneel at Laurel’s level, slowly undoing the back of her dress. As it fell over her shoulders, Laurel continued to stroke, caress, and moan.
“Kiss it,” Charm whispered in her ear, kissing the woman’s shoulder, hand reaching over and caressing her breast.
Laurel seemed uncertain, and I was about to tell her she didn’t have to.
She shook her head, looking up at me, and said, “Of course I don’t. But I want to.”
It was hard to remember that she was in my thoughts, especially when she leaned in, starting with her lips at the base of my shaft, and then worked her way to the tip with tender kisses. Finally there, she ran her tongue along the sleek head of my cock, then took as much as she could into her mouth. Only a couple inches fit, her with a small mouth and not being used to it, but that was all I needed to throw my head back, mouth open, and be in heaven.
At that, she moaned again, suddenly falling backwards and losing her grip. Charm caught her, asking, “Are you okay?”
Laurel giggled, nodded, and said, “Maybe I should do this without being in his mind. It’s… too much.”
I laughed, then knelt in front of her, pressing my mouth to hers as I lowered the dress to expose her full breasts. Kneeling to kiss them, I kept going, running my hands along her legs, then lowered her back so that I could kiss the inside of her thigh. I ran my lips up to the edge of her pussy, teasing it as my hands went to her ass. Then I went further, tongue on the sides of her pussy lips, then to her clit as my hand felt how wet she was. And damn, was she wet.
This wasn’t all about her, though, as Harp reminded me when she ran one hand along my back, the other behind and past my ass to cradle my balls.
I turned to her, and we kissed. She seemed to be extra into it with the fresh taste of Laurel on my lips. Her hands explored my nude body, mine starting to unwrap the present that was her. First the top, falling down around her, the back having been open to allow for her wings. Charm had taken my spot with her head between Laurel’s legs, red dress up in the back to allow for a beautiful view of her ass and the curve of her pussy. At first, I continued with Harp, but then lowered her next to Charm, so that I could kiss the former downstairs while reaching over to finger Charm.
“More,” Laurel said, motioning to me, and Harp nodded for me to go ahead.
Not sure what to do at first, I simply scooted forward. But she pulled me up, putting an image in my head that I wasn’t sure would work, but went with. Standing over Charm’s head, I lowered myself in front of her so that I was straddling Laurel while Charm’s head bobbed behind me, long ears tickling my ass.
At first it was more humorous than anything else, but when Laurel propped herself up and ran a hand along my balls, followed by Harp joining to go down on me while Laurel stroked, I got the idea.
“I want you inside me,” Laurel said, but then added, “but I’m not ready. Can I… feel Harp’s sensation, while you two…?”
Harp ran her finger along my shaft, and I turned to her, kissing her again, caressing her. I hadn’t meant to make her feel less engaged, but I supposed the idea of us not being able to communicate directly without the help of the machine was throwing me off a bit.
Except, that didn’t have to be the case, I realized. Laurel had gone down on me, so I paused to pull up my screen, grinning as Laurel sat up and took my cock in her mouth while Charm kissed my back.
“One sec,” I said, and looking over my skill screens was glad to see it there—a skill tree from my interaction with Laurel. There was one from Harp, too, but at the moment what I cared about was the mental aspects of Laurel’s skills.
I still had points from earlier, I realized, so I applied those and then activated the mental communication skill. For a brief second, all three of their thoughts hit me at once—pleasure, lust, love, a frightened curiosity.
But I pushed those aside, focusing, and there it was.
God, you look sexy, Harp thought.
So do you, I thought back, and she looked at me with sudden confusion. Wait… ‘God,’ instead of Oram or by Oram?
She nodded. My people worship the old God. The God of Earth.
I was surprised by that, as barely anyone from Earth seemed to do so anymore. But something about that worked for me, made me respect her on a different level.
“You two… okay?” Charm asked, and slid a finger between my ass cheeks. “Need me to spice things up?”
I chuckled. “Sorry, I just figured out how to communicate with Harp.”
“Oh? Well then, nothing to apologize for.” Charm kept going with her fingers, taking my balls in her hand, and leaned in over my shoulder to say, “Fuck her already,” before moving around me to kiss Laurel again.
Harp and I shared a look, and she nodded. I didn’t need to read her thoughts to know she wanted it.
They had a bed already laid out for us on the floor, put together with blankets as there was more room that way. I took her, lowered her to it, and then kissed her as I brought my cock between her legs. We didn’t need to guide it, as she was wet and ready, my cock sliding in with ease. Her eyes went wide and she bit her lip.
Oh, GOD!
She came, then came again, and on the second time her throbbing pussy tightened, being that one thing that brought me over. Pleasure took hold, m
y climax rocking my body until I couldn’t move anymore.
Feel me, Laurel’s voice sounded in my head. I want you to embrace this, know what it feels like when Charm brings me to climax, and me her.
I glanced her way, licked my lips, and nodded.
With me still inside of Harp, those two worked themselves into a sixty-nine, Charm on top with her tails waving about, and damn, was it hot. Even more so when the orgasms started, like waves of blissful energy vibrating out from my groin. They climaxed, the feeling of it washing over me like another orgasm, and sure enough more cum shot out, and then I was hard again, going at it until Harp reached climax a third time. We were all kissing, closer now, but soon had to clean up and dress.
Every one of us walking on sunshine as we made our way back to the bridge.
Before entering, Laurel said, “That was different. Amazing… hot.”
“Sexy as fuck,” Charm said.
Harp nodded, thinking, More please, and the sooner the better.
“And we’re… good?” I asked, eyes going to Laurel, then to Harp. “I mean, this is part of who we are now?”
“This, and next time, maybe more,” Laurel replied. “Or the time after that. When I’m ready, but some day for sure.”
Charm rolled her eyes. “Tease.”
“I just…”
“I get it,” I said, taking her hand, kissing it. “When you’re ready.”
Harp and I kissed, too, and then Charm. The three of us entered the bridge, where we found the rest of the team fast asleep. I sat in my chair and watched as the ship showed us our trajectory—not far now—and fell asleep.
25
“Rise and shine, lover boy,” Aegriss said, and I woke to her sitting on my lap. Everyone was looking at me with half-smiles, and I had the distinct feeling I had been snoring or touching myself in my sleep.
“What’s going on?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her.
She cocked her head. “Hmm, you mean aside from your sex dream about Muerta?”
I frowned. “Bullshit.”