Chapter 67

In some ways, the spar had gone exactly as I’d expected.

In other ways… not so much.

I found myself standing in the central atrium of the Palace, once again surrounded by my team and the Undersiders - only, this time around, there was a definite and overt shift in the paradigm. Everyone was healed, as per my promise, but the absolute asskicking the Undersiders suffered clearly weighed heavily on their spirits.

Honestly, I found it really hard to give a fuck. Not when Amy was sitting there all gothified and sexy looking, dressed every bit like she wanted me to end this meeting, take her back to the bedroom, and rip her new all-black outfit off of her body. I had no clue what brought this change on. Judging by the way Cassie was staring, mouth agape and drool practically leaking out the side of her lips, she had no clue either. What I did know was that the lidded, smoky-eyed faux bored stare my newest girlfriend was giving me as I stood before them all, the fates of the Undersiders in my hands, was doing crazy things to the not-so-lil’ Jay writhing in my pants.

Sometimes it sucked having to be  the responsible and mature leader.

“‘Ight, I think I know what’s gonna happen.” I sighed, breaking the stiff silence that had quickly befallen the lounge. A wry, crooked grin tugged at the corner of my lips when I caught Lisa’s eye.

Her suit was practically in ribbons. Aisha didn’t give her a fucking second of reprieve.

“Can I just say, for the third time now, that my strength doesn’t lie in fighting,” the blonde-haired Thinker scowled, ‘subtly’ going to cross her arms over the exposed white flesh of her chest, “This didn’t prove anything on my end and you know it, Jason. What the fuck was the point?”

I shrugged, easily. “Humility. Somehow I feel like daddy didn’t spank you on your ass enough as a child, did he? But Aisha here got some good licks in.”

From the arm of the couch near Brian, my saucy rogue leaned forward and tossed Lisa a wink. “Sure did. You scream like a bitch, by the way.”

“Fuck you.”  

“Hold on now missy, ‘fore you say something you’ll regret. Someone wanna let me in on what’s goin’ on?” Sherrel butted in, pushing herself off of the wall. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her yellow leather racing jacket, jaw bones popping as she chewed aggressively on a piece of bubblegum.

Pretty green eyes pierced into mine, and I felt myself smile at my lieutenant’s fierce gaze. “Jay?”

I inclined my head. “We had a lil’ sparring match. Aisha, Cassie, and Trainy against the remaining Undersiders. There were some bets added in as well, but I’ll get to it in a sec. Everything okay with you?”

She’d been gone since earlier this morning. I wasn’t the type to follow behind people and sniff after their business, but it was getting well into the evening and I couldn’t help but be curious about what she had been up to throughout the day. Her and Amy had come in together, so clearly she’d picked her up on her way back to the palace. I saw no blood, either, so that was good. Otherwise I’d have to flip this city over on its neck.

I wasn’t overprotective, I promise.

“... Huh.” Sherrel blew a small pink bubble, and promptly popped it with her long, equally pink tongue. An amused, pearly white grin pulled her plush lips back. “Sounds like I missed some fun! I’m alright, though; saw some shit on PHO ‘bout Empire remnants meetin’ up at this motorcycle club Downtown. Dumbass posted the address. So I went down there and blew their fuckin’ bikes up.”

“Oh.” I blinked, only slightly surprised. “Good shit, hotstuff.”

A dusting of pink sprinkled itself across Sherrel’s cheeks. “Shucks, thanks darlin’ - but wait, there’s more. Heh, I blew ‘em up too! The Kinetic Laser Piss settin’, of course. Knocked those skinheads around like bowling pins. Talked to the bar-owner, and they’re barred entry forever. Not a bad day’s work for little ole’ me.”

“How’d you know they were Empire?” Brian asked with morbid curiosity.

Her grin turned vicious. “My truck’s got Invictus’ logo sprayed on the side. You ever hear a  buncha racist neo-nazis group up, wave around shotguns, and scream about a black superhero before?”

The teen frowned, his curiosity bleeding down into a more somber realization. “… Nah. Can’t say I have.”

“Yeah? Well, let’s just say they made their affiliation very clear.” Sherrel waved her hand dismissively, and sauntered across the floor to take a seat on the loveseat beside a kneeling, silent Trainwreck. He gave her a single nod, and she responded with a snort and a quiet little fist-bump against the bulky steel of his chest armor.

When she was properly settled, Sherrel cleared her throat and nodded apologetically at me. “Anywho, sorry ‘bout the interruption boss man! Let’s hear the results of y’all’s little spar, huh?”

I was grateful for the segue. 

It only took one sharp clap of my hands to grab any flagging attention and bring it back front and center. “Right. So, I’ve got good news and bad news. Rachel - you get to decide; which do you wanna hear first?”

I could tell that the sudden directive surprised the feral spitfire. She’d been brooding all by herself, her three doggies curled around her ankles protectively as if cognizant of her mood, but when I said her name, Rachel’s head jerked up fast enough to nearly make me wince. Her face was pale, eyes baleful and dark, lips slightly swollen from worrying them with her canines.

Unbidden, my Intuition ghosted around my ear, whispering words that only I could hear. 

Rachel is terrified. Rachel is furious. Rachel is ashamed. Rachel is terrified because-

“I failed. He beat us. Beat me.” She grunted, her low voice hollow and gruff, “Might as well fucking get it over with.”

In the corner of my eye, I noticed Trainwreck stiffen. It wasn’t overt, and I doubt I would’ve noticed if my senses had been any worse than what they were, but…

Trainwreck is nervous. Trainwreck is hopeful. Trainwreck likes dogs.

I almost snorted, but stifled the sound of amusement before it could come out.

That was how things were gonna play out, eh?

“… Bad news first then.” 

I stared down at Rachel for a few more seconds, but she didn’t bother raising her eyes to actually look me in the face, staring at some point beneath my nose. With a sigh, I turned my lidded gaze to the other Undersiders. Funnily enough, Brian seemed the least perturbed - as serious and grim as ever, of course, but the reunion and heart-to-heart with Aisha seemed to have taken a significant weight from his shoulders.

In contrast, Lisa’s thin, pink lips were pursed so tightly together that they might as well have been nonexistent. She wanted to speak up so badly, but Aisha’s cat-like gaze rarely strayed away from the vulpine villainess. She wasn’t a fox right now. She was a mouse. And my little Imp was the hungry panther.

The tension was thick enough for even my autistic ass to feel unsettled. It was probably time to cut the dramatics.

“You,” I pointed at Lisa, meeting her bright green gaze evenly. “You didn’t make the cut, sweet-cheeks. Combat potential aside, ‘cause that was a fuckin’ dumpster fire… You’re just a bad fit for Invictus. Bossy, can’t follow orders, argumentative, untrustworthy-“

“Jealous, mean-spirited, rebellious, small boobies-“ Cassie jumped in coldly, compounding each critique with a tiny smack of her fist against her palm.

“Bad kitty. Shhh.” Amy sighed, pressing her hand firmly against our girlfriend’s hyperactive mouth. The beautiful smile she sent me afterwards was equal amounts apologetic as it was darkly amused.

I winked, waggling my eyebrows, and her pale, freckled face flushed scarlet.

But she didn’t break eye contact.

It was Lisa’s indignant sputter that drew my attention away from the amusing sight of Cassie nibbling on Amy’s palm. 

She abruptly stood up, the sudden movement causing Trainwreck’s helmeted visage to swing in her direction. Her cheeks were flushed, but it was clearly from heated anger and embarrassment instead of warm and jittery butterflies. “That is bullshit, Jason, and you know it. I kept the Undersiders together for months before Coil croaked! I didn’t lead, I advised, and half of our jobs would’ve went sideways if-“

I barely even had to flex my magic to shut her up now. The instant my mana suffused the atmosphere, pressing even the slightest bit of weight down on the room, Lisa’s face paled, and her mouth slammed shut with an audible ‘click’.

“I’m not arguing this with you, and it ain’t up for debate.” My voice was stoic, if not bored, as I stared the furious ‘strategist’ down. It was only when she flopped back into her seat, crossing her arms over her chest again, did I continue. “You’ll get the severance pay we discussed - eighty grand, plus a lil’ extra for the suit. After that, you’re off the mountain. You get me?”

If looks could kill, I imagine I would’ve been dead many times over. I was sure that there were countless men in my home world who would’ve given their left nut to bone the ever smug Tattletale, heal her damaged and traumatized heart, and all of that other gay shit… but honestly, she kinda just annoyed me. She annoyed my girl, too, which was pretty much an instant no-go. Maybe I was making a mistake here, or forming an unnecessary feud, but my team was so above this petty little girl that I felt no regret for rejecting her.

Her voice was cold as ice when she hissed, “Crystal.”

And just like that, I was onto the next. Brian.

He became stiff when I tilted my head to regard him, sitting up straighter on the couch and clenching his fists against his knees. I’d allowed him to wash up a bit after the fight, so the lingering scent of piss was practically nonexistent, but his leather outfit bore the signs of magical combat. 

I had to admit… he’d impressed me. Less on the combat front, and more with how he locked the fuck in at the end and made up with Aisha. I’d honestly thought that she would have to stomp his teeth out to make him listen.

“Brian.” I nodded my head, verbally acknowledging the ‘older’ teen.

He bowed his head in return. “Avalon. What’s the damage?”

The utter seriousness in his deep voice forced a grin out of me, disrupting the mysterious vibe I’d been going for. “Nothing. I’ve got no use for you, but like Aisha told you - I healed Celia. She’s good now. And your sister’s makin’ more money than you are, so they’ll be more than alright rent and food-wise. I’m gonna turn this back on you, then; what are you going to do now?”

Aisha didn’t need a protector. She didn’t need his money, either - I was making sure of that. So my question came from a place of genuine curiosity; what would Brian do, now that he was out of an immediate job, and the entire reason for his villainy was solved for him? I had a few suggestions or recommendations, but none that I would offer if he didn’t seem open to alternative avenues.

He closed his eyes, and let out a long, stressful sigh. “… I don’t know. Is the severance pay still on the table for me, after all of the…?”

I waved my hand boredly. “Of course.”

“Then I’ll probably lay low for a little while. Visit Celia, make sure everything’s actually good.” Brian glanced over to Aisha, who was doing her absolute best to not look curious about his plans. He smiled drily. “Spend some time with my little sister. But afterwards? I’m not sure. Can’t imagine I’d be satisfied tryna work a normal 9 to 5 at this point.”

I felt Sherrel’s eyes on me, and instinctively, I knew that she knew what I was going to suggest. She nodded, imperceptibly to anyone with normal human senses, and my lips twitched.

I didn’t need her approval, but it was cute that she gave it.

“Try for the Protectorate. God knows they could use the fuckin’ help, and your power brings a tactic to the table that they don’t really have.” A bit tired of standing straight, I leaned back and floated a few feet off of the ground, crossing my legs in mid-air and clasping my hands over my stomach. “You get a nice salary, benefits. Probably a dental plan.”

Brian’s brows furrowed at the mere thought, lips dipping down into a stubborn frown. It was obvious what he thought about that idea. “I thought about that already, but- … no. I don’t think that’s the right path for me.”

“Why?” There was genuine curiosity in my voice.

He snorted, jamming his thumbs into the sides of his leather pockets. “Take your fucking pick. Corruption. Too much oversight. I’m not totally against taking orders if the orders are good ones and I respect the one giving ‘em, but taking orders from someone like Emily Piggot? Armsmaster?”

The teenager shook his head, causing the puffy afro at the back of his cornrows to jiggle with the motion. “I’m good. You didn’t join them, either.”

“I didn’t join the Protectorate because I knew I’d outgrow them in a month. I didn’t need their resources, or their training, or their protection.” I arched an eyebrow, giving him a brief once-over. “You do.”

An offended glint shimmered in his dark eyes, his frown becoming more obstinate.

Undue pride, Hidden Intuition whispered, amused.

Brian scoffed. “I can make it as an independent. I don’t need the PRT.”

“You can do whatever you want. I have an ‘in’ with Miss Militia, so if you wanna go that route, hit me up before the week’s end. That’s the longest I’ll give you before that specific door shuts.”

His mouth opened, my Intuition whispering to me that he would only decline my offer again, but I held up a finger to stop him before he could burn the bridge. My patience was in limited supply, after all. “Sleep on it. Discuss it with Aisha. Do some research. You could have a clean slate, all crimes expunged, but only if you think with your brain instead of your heart. Just give it a couple days.”

“... Fine, alright. Thanks,” Brian sighed, the tension easing from his jaw. He leaned back into the soft couch, eyes growing distant as he ruminated and brooded over his thoughts.

I simply nodded.

When I finally turned to Rachel, the dog lover was literally sitting on the edge of her seat, one hand smoothing down the fur on the back of Judas’ head as she watched me with dark, gleaming eyes. Although there was still shame and fear in her body language, I spotted the straightening of her shoulders, and the way her left fist was clenched determinedly against her thigh. I’d given her a bit of confidence with my ‘bad news’ for Brian, and there was hope inside of her now. Fleeting, nothing more than a smoldering ember, but I could almost see it.

It was smaller than the flame of determination and protectiveness that I’d seen when she faced off against Trainwreck, screaming commands from the back of her monster dog, but there it was regardless.

I liked this one.

“And finally, our resident Beastmaster.” I straightened up from my reclined, mid-air lounging, allowing my magic to gently drop me back down to the ground. 

Judas swung around to eye me warily as I approached, and the sight of his protectiveness made me smirk. Rachel muttered calming words to the tired German Shepherd, scratching blunt nails roughly beneath his chin. “What?”

I tilted my head. “Bad news - we’re gonna have to break you down, get you some fangs and claws for yourself. That’ll take time, focus, and in some cases, pain. You won’t be caught out without your dogs again.”

Her hand stopped its scratching. I could hear the record screech to a stop inside of her head, and Lisa’s muttered ‘no way’ was like icing on the proverbial cake. “… What?” Rachel repeated, dumbly. 

A chuckle, low and amused, escaped my chest. “You showed heart, Rachel. And your partners aren’t weak. If this was a free-for-all, and there weren’t any ring-out rules, I doubt Cassie would’ve been able to take out Brutus as easily as she did.” I crouched down, offering my hand for said sleepy fleabag to sniff, and cautiously, he butted his wet nose against me.

“Jay’s not wrong!” Cassie, freshly extracted from Amy’s palm, quickly threw her own two cents in. Her voice was notably more pleasant than when she’d been insulting Lisa, and not even Rachel’s bewildered scoff managed to dull the shine in her smile. “I was pretty confident because of the ring-out rule, but I don’t think I had any spells that could’ve put that good boi down. Not without exhausting my mana crystals, at least. That bone armor was something else!”

Aisha snickered, proudly holding Masamune up by its sheath. “Not to mention I cheated with this sick ass sword Jay gave me, and you basically carried your whole fuckin’ team on your back. Heh, if Cass wasn’t forcing her way through, not sure if I could’ve. Not without my new favorite toy.”

“I was gonna try Lightning Bolt, to see if that could break through,” the cyber-sorceress freely admitted, a thoughtful pout pursing her soft lips. “But it would’ve drained most of my mana to do so, and there was a pretty big chance it wouldn’t have worked. Frickin’ demon dogs. I couldn’t even imagine training them so well.”

“Right?”

“Uhhh…” Rachel’s head was turning left to right, her eyes wide as she listened to the two girls shower her and her dogs with praise. Her expression was pinched and flustered, brows furrowed and lips pulled back to expose slightly sharper-than-average teeth. Confusion and hope warred for dominance in the clusterfuck moshpit of emotion that shadowed her flushed face. The girl practically wore her feelings on her sleeves.

When her gaze trailed over to the silent Trainwreck, Rachel’s jaw tensed tightly. “You beat the shit out of Angelica… almost crushed me. I made her the biggest and baddest one in the fight. You popped her outta her suit like a fucking pimple.”

The mountain of metal shifted, and his gravelly voice seeped through the slits in his helmet shortly after. “Yeah.”

“You-” Rachel nearly growled with naked frustration, and the pink tinge on her cheeks grew darker with her embarrassment and hesitance. Exhaling through clenched teeth, she swung her head back down over to regard me, bright silver meeting dark hazel fire. “What do I need to do?”

Rachel is confused. Rachel is determined. Rachel is hopeful.

I arched my brow. “For what?”

“To join. To prove myself. To-... to grow ‘claws’. ‘Fangs’. I wanna be stronger, hang with you guys. I fucking hate the thought of being weak.” Her voice became lower at the end, rougher, but in a way, all the more delicate because of it. 

Beside Trainwreck, Sherrel barked out a laugh. Rachel’s attention immediately snapped towards her, fierce anger nearly pulling her out of her chair. “What? You fuckin’ laughing at me, blondie?”

“No. The opposite, really,” she snorted, a broad, dazzling grin on her beautiful face. “And watch your mouth, lil’ missy - I’m either Ms. Sherrel or Overdrive to the cuties in Invictus. Which includes you, by the way. Our boss over there can call me Truckstop Mommy, but that’s only durin’ se-”

“Anyways,” I deadpanned, cutting in before the poor dog girl became even more confused, “What my co-captain is tryna say is that you’re already in. Straight up. Giving you claws and fangs, sharpening ‘em, making you strong… that’s not the hard part. The hard part’s makin’ sure you survive the training. But if you’re afraid of a lil’ bit of struggle-”

“No!” Rachel nearly lunged out of her seat, so quick and eager to prove her gritty determination. “Fuck. No. My entire fucking life has been a struggle. If you’re saying I’m in, then I’m in. I don’t give a shit about anything else. I told you already; you protect my dogs, you let them roam free in this mountain, you give us a home… I’ll fuck up anyone and everything. Villain or hero. I’ll kill your training, too. Try me.”

Aisha whistled. “Hardcore as hell. I like her.”

“She’s definitely spirited,” Amy murmured, her eyes slightly wide. “Suits this insane team.”

Cassie leaned into her side, a smug, catlike smirk growing on her lips. “We’re gonna be besties! It’s confirmed. I’m super spirited and hardcore, too. I go hard in the paint.”

“... No you don’t.”

The dark viciousness in Rachel’s expression cracked, that flush warming her cheeks up once again. She squinted at the other girls, stuck between annoyance and embarrassment. “Stop fucking complimenting me, damn it. It’s… weird.”

Alright, I had to admit - that was pretty cute.

“Heh, shit - a tsundere, too. Guess we lucked out.” I chuckled, standing up and offering her my hand. She stared at me for a couple seconds, and then down to my hand, as if debating whether or not she needed to sniff it first to gauge my intentions. The hesitance was temporary, though, because a moment later Rachel gripped me with her damp, calloused fingers and grunted as I yanked her up to her feet.

The blush grew scarlet when I pulled her arm into the air, a roguish grin parting my lips. “The fu-”

“There we have it, homies - the newest member of Invictus, and she’s an angry, badass redhead with three doggies! We’re fuckin’ winning right now, best hero team in the USA!” I laughed, shaking our clasped hands proudly overhead. 

“WOOOH! LET’S GO, BITCH!”

“I’m so sorry. Heh, I’m kidding. Welcome to Invictus, Rachel!”

“Oh, I’m gonna pet the fuck outta your dogs everyday. You fucked up, hehehe.”

Cassie lead the applause, jumping to her feet and clapping her hands together like an over-excited seal, and the rest of Invictus followed suit - Aisha with her usual controlled, yet chaotic energy, Amy with a slightly more reserved but no less happy smile, and Sherrel with a chortling hoop and a few loud stomps of her heeled boots against the marble floor. Trainwreck’s gauntlets were way too big for applause, so the big grumpy pants settled for clicking his hotdog-sized pinky fingers together, creating a ringing, metallic ping that reminded me of a tambourine.

Lisa looked like she’d eaten a sour lemon.

Brian joined in, after a rather sharp elbow jab from his sister. Even he couldn’t hold back his amused chuckles.

And Rachel… well, Rachel looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. I sincerely doubted her face would’ve managed to get any redder inside of a fucking volcano. But my eyes couldn’t deceive me, and Hidden Intuition was this world’s greatest snitch.

I could tell she was happy, even if she tried so damned hard to stifle that grin.

After the girls had their fun, and Rachel was embarrassed just enough, I stuck the poor ginger with Sherrel and directed them to go and get her and her dogs settled in a room. She’d apparently left their kennels and the majority of her belongings back at their old base, out near the Trainyard, but my ever-trusty Lieutenant promised that it was no issue heading out and hauling everything back before it got too late. The sun was practically gone, late evening sliding its cool mitts over what had previously been a pretty hot day, and I was about ready for bed.

One hundred and sixty thousand dollars poorer, I saw Brian and Lisa off through the hidden garage exit, made my way back to the Atelier to grab Amy’s gifts, and went to go find my girlfriends. As soon as the meeting with the former Undersiders had concluded, and proper introductions were given to the overwhelmed Rachel, they had quickly disappeared into our bedroom while whispering quietly to each other and giggling.

What sort of man would I be if I didn’t get to the bottom of something that suspicious?

A smart one, probably. But I don’t claim to be a paragon of wisdom.

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The instant I entered the room, I knew something was up. And it had nothing to do with the dim lighting, or the slightest tinge of lavender incense in the air.

For once, there was no sign of Cassie. That in and of itself was odd, considering I knew for certain that I’d seen the both of them come back to the bedroom together half an hour ago. She probably slipped away while I was dealing with Brian and Lisa, leaving Amy alone in here, but that led into the second and final reason why I knew tonight was going to be an interesting fucking night-

“H-hey…”

I had no fucking clue Amy’s tits were so big.

I stared from the doorway, my lips parted in naked surprise, at the sight of my girlfriend’s curvy, pale body sitting somewhat awkwardly at the foot of our massive bed. I’d never seen Amy wearing anything less than pajama pants and t-shirts to sleep, but her new gothic wardrobe clearly extended from ‘badass everyday leather’ to ‘sexy black lingerie’. Her freckled skin was flushed, huge breasts jiggling with each nervous breath as she crossed her soft, thick legs in an unconscious effort to hide the thin, lacy black panties cutting impressions into her delicate flesh.

Wearing nothing but black panties, fishnet stockings, and a small sheer bra that looked damn near close to bursting from her overflowing tit flesh, Amy looked every bit as delectable as any sugary dessert. Her fat, speckled asscheeks were practically spilling out the sides of those tiny little panties, and as I let the door shut firmly behind me, I could see the way they shook and undulated when she jolted.

Slowly, my eyes glided back up to her face. Winged eyeliner, darkly-painted lips, a hue of scarlet clashing with pale skin and freckles. Amy was watching me as I was watching her, and as my eyelids lowered, a hot, all-encompassing heat flushing its way through my body and setting my blood on fire…

Her dark lips parted, a hot breath escaping her in a huff, and with a single step and a flex of my magic, I crossed the distance between her body and mine. I was kneeling when the man’s rematerialized my body right in front of the blushing young woman, a crooked, salacious grin pulling on my lips. The tips of my fingers pressed into the dimpled, soft flesh pressing through her fishnets, and Amy crooned.

“Jason-…”

“So this is where you were…” I murmured softly, a heady adrenaline shooting sparks through my brain. “Waiting for me. Wearing such revealing clothing…”

I didn’t need any sort of mystical Intuition to read me out the signs that were so brazenly displayed in front of my eyes. 

Amy swallowed, thickly. When she spoke, her voice was equally as soft as mine, vulnerable and open and quivering just enough on the edges for me to know that she was beyond nervous. “Cass and I talked about it after the meeting. I… Jay, I stood up to Carol today. I made up with Vicky. I bought all of this clothing. All of this makeup. And for once in my life, I- I feel strong. In control. I feel…”

“Beautiful. You’re beautiful, Amy. Always have been, but now you’re glowing.” I finished, running the calloused pads of my fingers up the overflow of her thick thighs and gently grasping her clasped hands. She twitched and whimpered at my touch, her large, honey-brown eyes widening. 

Her gifts were in my Inventory, but now felt like the absolute wrong time to wave a staff in her face that wasn’t connected to my crotch. I’d give them to her later.

“Please. I wanted this for so long. I needed this,” she murmured, tightening her grip on my hands. Her soft voice broke, a desperate need shifting her tone from gentle to fervent. Amy guided my hands upwards, rough palms sliding against the soft give of her plush tummy, all the way until they invaded the snug sanctity of her black, sheer bra.

I could see her nipples through the lace, fat and hard and a rich, mouth-watering pink that was just begging to be tweaked. Amy let out a breathless moan as my hand ghosted over the sensitive nubs, a full-body shiver ripping through her body.

She smelled like cinnamon.

“Make me feel beautiful, Jason…” she whispered, her black-smudged eyes becoming lidded and foggy with desire. “Please. Make me feel loved.”

Amy is happy. Amy is aroused. Amy loves you-

For once, I didn’t have some quick-witted quip or smooth retort. I pushed my Intuition away, leaning forward and popping the clasp of my lover’s bra with a flick of my wrist against the elastic. Her large, beautiful breasts spilled out of the thin material like water, bouncing in place as they fell against her body and overflowed over my hands. 

They were gorgeous, yes, but I only had eyes for Amy, and she only had eyes for me. Wide, soulful, beautiful brown eyes that glimmered with words unsaid.

So I said them for her.

“I love you, Amy…”

That glimmer became wet. Tears. Her smile nearly overtook her entire face. “Jay- I… I love you too.”

This time, I couldn’t help it. I smirked. “I know, baby.”

“Wha- MMFF!”

I consumed her words, her hesitance, and her love, all in one fell swoop when I pressed my lips against hers. The hard, muscular planes of my body melded against her soft curves, rough hands gentle yet firm as I gripped Amy by her slim, freckled shoulders and guided her down onto the soft comforter of our king-sized bed. Her lips were soft, eager, and desperate, a low groan emanating from her chest as I pressed the tip of my tongue against hers.

“Mm… yesss,” she whispered into my mouth, parting her lips just enough to welcome me in. As soon as I invaded her mouth, she was suckling on the wet, slick muscle like it was the world's tastiest lollipop. The sensation of her tongue and lips against mine was like static electricity, sending jolts straight through my brain and down into the hard, swollen log pressing uncomfortably against my pants.

I went to adjust myself, and her legs hooked behind my hips, pressing my bulge down flush against the heated, snug fabric of her panties.

“Fuck, Amy…”

She popped my tongue out of her mouth, her warm, moist breath tingling my lips with every breathless pant. Amy’s lips were wet, glistening with saliva, and her tongue hung limply against her chin. What really grabbed my attention, though, were her eyes.

Wider than before. Dilated, like she’d just taken ecstasy. And the depth of love, of lust, of obsession I could see within those dark, honeyed pits…

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, Jason,” she breathed, and I jerked as I felt her hand glide down my shirtless body, soft and tiny against my pulsating bulge. “In every way. I need you, so badly. I need you. I need this. Your dick. Your cum. Please…”

Her fingers dipped, fluttered, squeezing my aching and overfull balls. My cock churned against her palm, desperate for release. The feeling forced another, deeper grunt out of me, and Amy’s wide eyes stayed glued to my face. Taking every minute expression in.

A wry grin formed on my lips. “How can I say no to that?”

It was clear that she wasn’t going to unwrap her legs from around my waist, so I shunted my pants and boxers into my Dimensional Inventory, a crackle of blue magic temporarily brightening the dimness of the bedroom before it faded away, and I was left completely in the nude. Amy’s eyes brightened at the feeling of hot, turgid flesh pressing into her hand, her lips making a surprised ‘O’ shape as her trembling fingers cupped my heavy ballsack and rolled it around in her palm.

“So full,” she murmured coquettishly, biting her dark lips. A glint of that familiar embarrassment flickered through her wide eyes, and she smiled unsurely. “Do-... Do I make you this horny, sweetheart? Am I making your cock pulse like this? Is… Is it for me?”

I didn’t know who taught her how to dirty talk, or where the ‘sweetheart’ came from, but I was not complaining. I felt like I could just bust from her whispering to me like this.

“You don’t have to take my word for it,” I murmured, my grin growing. “Lemme show you.”

Amy’s body shivered in response, the flush on her face extending down her neck. “Please.”

Such a magical word.

The moment I pressed the rigid flesh of my cock firmly against my lover’s clothed pussy, my head snaked lower, lips ghosting over the hot, sweaty skin of her neck. I dragged my tongue against Amy’s tangy flesh, down the dip of her collarbone and over the womanly swell of her heaving, shaking tits. A surprisingly guttural noise, a combination of a groan and a cry, escaped her parted lips as I suckled on her soft flesh. Her spine arched, her ankles digging into the back of my waist, and I took the opportunity to slide my arms around the small of her back.

My hands grabbed hold of two overflowing globes of ass, and Amy’s lower body convulsed.

“S-shit. I didn’t know it would feel this gooood-!” Her fervent whisper turned into a keening whimper as I flexed my hips, grinding the bulbous head of my dick against that small, quivering nub at the top of her warm, wet pussy. Her panties were absolutely drenched, coating the underside of my shaft with sweet-smelling moisture with each stroke. Amy’s fingernails dug into the comforter with each movement of my hips, her fat ass tightening and flexing beneath my palms.

I grinned against the suppleness of her left nipple, gently gliding my canine around the pink, dimpled areola. “God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy. My sexy, beautiful witch.”

“Haaa. Mm, I’m-” Amy’s eyelids fluttered as she stared down at me, salivating and suckling on her chest. Her pussy quivered against my shaft, and her head fell limply back down onto the bed. “I’m yours, Jason. I’m yours forever. Just- Please, I neeeed it…”

“What do you need, Amy?” I held back the urge to chuckle at her neediness, content with the loud, wet squish of her drooling pussy clinging and sliding helplessly against my shaft.

Weakly, she lifted her head again to glare at me. It could have been effective, maybe, if she wasn’t blushing with drool leaking from the corner of her lips. “... It’s embarrassing. Plea- Ohh! OHHHHH-”

I couldn’t help it - I laughed. Both of her fat nipples clenched gently between my teeth, I pressed my wet, sticky thumb even harder against the obscenely tight entrance of my girlfriend’s second most sacred hole, feeling it flex and pucker against the tip. Her pussy juices had already turned the sheets beneath us dark and sticky, and an ample amount had trailed down and between her inner thighs, coating her thick ass with her own juices.

Amy’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull as she stared at me, her mouth wide open in shock. “Y-you wouldn’t. That’s- dirty.”

How could this girl go from squeezing my balls to being shy about her asshole? It was so fucking cute that I wanted to cry. 

My grin became vicious. “Try me.”

She squeaked as the tip of my thumb pressed more firmly against her second entrance, ever so slightly invading the tight, hot space. “Holy- okay, okaaay. You asshole. F-fuck… Please, Jason, please fuck me! In- in my pussy. And my mouth! And anywhere else-”

That was all I needed.

Heat.

All-encompassing, hot, snug, and so fucking tight. I shuddered, a low, warbling groan leaving my throat as I tore the drenched panties aside and speared half of my thick cock straight into her wet, hungry pussy. Amy groaned towards the ceiling, almost screaming - a loud, hoarse, almost choking noise that nearly had me shoving the remaining five inches deep inside. Her legs were shaking around me, extending and slamming back down onto the small of my back, and I let go of her delectable ass in favor of grabbing hold of her shaking hands.

Her eyes were fluttering when she looked up at me, looming over her wet, writhing body. “Jaaay…”

“I got you, baby.” I breathed, leaning down to kiss away a lone, trickling tear. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, a wild pounding that had nothing to do with the lightning-like pleasure shooting through my body. Amy’s twitching fingers intertwined with mine, grabbing hold of my hand so tightly that her black fingernails formed indents in my skin. “Take your time. Breathe. Just tell me when to move.”

“It-” Amy swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut. Her mouth stayed open as she panted against my cheek, quiet, rough little moans squeezing out between breaths. “It doesn’t hurt. It feels good. So fucking good. I feel you, inside of me. You’re twitching…”

A hoarse, drunken giggle escaped her lips. When she opened her eyes, they were just as hazy and dilated as before. Dark, lost in some deep, mysterious haze of pleasure that I couldn’t even fathom. “Fuck me, Jason. I need it. I need you to cum inside of me. Your cum. Your perfect, powerful, thick cum…”

She flexed her hips, her words slurring into a wordless, pleasurable cry when the motion sank another couple inches of cock flesh into her swollen pussy. I bit my lip, sparks shooting through my brain. “Amy-”

Soft, moist, hungry lips consumed my words before I could even get them out. Amy moaned into the kiss, before pressing her hair-plastered forehead against my own. “Please. I… I love you so much, Jay. I love you. I want you. I want everything. I want it all inside of me…”

Something tugged at me. Some gut instinct.

And I dialed Hidden Intuition up to its max.

Amy is happy. Amy is overwhelmed by pleasure. Amy loves you.

Shaper is happy. Shaper is overwhelmed by pleasure. Shaper adores you.

Amy & Shaper wants you to make sweet, passionate love to them and fill them with your magical superseed. Amy & Shaper-

Stop.

My eyes flickered to our clasped hands, and the lack of rings on either one of them, before shooting back to her pleasure-stricken face. Through the haze of pleasure and love shrouding my brain, I knew that this… probably wasn’t the greatest of ideas. Never once had Hidden Intuition picked up the feelings of a Shard like this, and the fact that this ‘Shaper’ crystal(?) was experiencing the same shit Amy was kinda made me uncomfortable. Not to mention the shit with my ‘magical superseed’.

But then I looked at my girlfriend again. The flushed face, the parted lips, the quivering body, heaving chest, the utter look of love and devotion…

And I realized-

‘Who fuckin’ cares?’

Shaper or not, this was my Amy lying beneath me, giving me all of her trust and all of her heart. If her Shard wanted to sit in the cuck seat and rub its crystalline body to our lovemaking, what the hell did I care? Wasn’t like exhibitionism bothered me.

In those brief few moments of introspection, Amy wiggled beneath me. “Is- Um, is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

I exhaled, gently. “Yeah.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “What? Is it the c-cum thing-”

Any and all words and worry was forcibly expelled from Amy’s chest and mind by the force of my thrust. In an instant, all nine, thick inches of my dick speared through her drooling lower lips and reached a hot, snug place inside of her body that I doubted any of her toys managed to go. My beautiful lover groaned in that low, choked, oh so fucking genuine tone that I was quickly becoming obsessed with, and my own husky growl joined in as I felt my ballsack slap against the wet, sticky mess of her asscheeks.

Her eyes shone with fresh, overjoyed tears when she felt me bottom out inside of her, and I leaned down to softly press my lips against hers.

“You’re worryin’ too much, baby.” I whispered against her mouth, ecstatic sparks setting my brain ablaze when I slowly pulled my hips away from hers. “No worries. No fear. It’s just me and you tonight.”

“Yes,” she moaned, clenching my hands even tighter. “Yessss…”

Amy’s keening turned into another scream as I slammed my hips forward, shoving my way back into my new favorite spot. Her legs were quivering, too weak to hold onto my waist anymore, but I didn’t need any incentive to make hot, bed-shaking love to a beautiful woman. Her tits jiggled and bounced against her stomach as I slowly began pumping in and out of her drooling hole, each thrust accompanied by the loud, fleshy clap of her fat ass smacking against my balls and thighs.

PLAP.

PLAP.

PLAP.

“Oh, oh, OH, OHHH!” Amy cried out against my lips with each powerful thrust that slammed her body harder and harder against the mattress. Her insides were like a fucking vice-grip, each stroke a challenge to my willpower as her pussy clenched against my sensitive cock and wrung it for all it was worth.

She wasn’t as vocal or wild as Cassie, but Amy’s wide, lustful gaze never strayed away from my face for even a moment, her flushed, sweaty face, running mascara, and swollen, parted black lips painting an otherworldly image that I doubted I would forget for as long as I was alive. Her messy brown hair was like a halo of chestnut around her head, shimmering beneath the dim glow of the moon peeking through the window, and her freckles were like little fireflies that lit up the entirety of her lovestruck face. 

My heart clenched, my soul shuddering at the sheer beauty of this creature.

And that was when I felt it - her pussy quivering, gripping down on my dick in that sexy, telltale way that implied one thing and one thing only.

“Jasooon,” Amy whispered drunkenly, a guttural whine interrupting her slurred words, “Baby, baby, I’m about to cum. It feels so fucking good and I can’t- I can’t-”

“It’s okay,” I grinned against her neck, even as my hips flexed powerfully, thrusting even harder inside of her convulsing body. “Shit. Let it out, Amy. Cum for me.”

“B-but you…” Her nails clenched into my upper back, her grip too weak to break the skin but just desperate enough to trail white marks along my flesh. Her eyes grew distant, dazed, her lips flapping wordlessly as a long, breathless wheeze escaped her chest in a harsh, forceful exhale. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuuuuuuuh-”

Amy’s pussy clamped even tighter around my shaft, the squeezing sensation damn near uncomfortable, and I felt my brain stutter. Her body convulsed beneath me as she cried out in broken, keening, unmistakable bliss, and through the intensity of her orgasm, I pounded away at her clenching core. My peak was nearing, oh so fucking close to release, but I doubted I’d be able to cum just yet-

Until I felt her arms wrap around my neck, and her legs - and ankles - cinch themselves around the small of my back. Amy brought my head down, muffling her cries with lip and tongue, as her legs forced my cock as deep as it could get inside of her quivering pussy and kept it there. Something pulsating, spongy, and soft flexed against my swollen head, and like the cracking of fireworks bursting in the very center of my being…

I felt my balls clench, my abs constrict, and hot, thick, spurting ropes of cum blast from my cock and fill my girlfriend to the fucking brim. My growl was lost inside of Amy’s wet mouth, somewhere amongst her tongue and inner cheek, and I had absolutely no thoughts inside of my head other than forcing my seed as deep into this gorgeous woman as I possibly could. The sensation of a creampie must’ve triggered a second orgasm, because as I exploded inside of Amy’s inner walls, I felt her clench down again, even harder.

She could do nothing but scream and grind my cockhead against the slick heat of her cervix.

…

The moment felt like it lasted an hour, but in reality, it couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes. Amy and I were both covered in sweat and sexual fluids - mainly hers, because the majority of my cum was either inside of her body or leaking out and spilling against the dirty sheets beneath us. 

I felt… high, standing on my knees over Amy’s tired, curvaceous body. On top of the world. 

“There’s so much…” Amy whispered, her voice sleepy, yet amazed. She stroked the tips of her fingers through the absolute mess I’d made between her legs, pulling apart long, stringy tendrils of thick white cum. As if sensing my attention, she looked up at me, her lips pulled up into one of the most joyous smiles I’d ever seen on her face.

Even exhausted, with her hair stuck to her skin, she was so fucking beautiful to me.

I grinned wryly. “Not too bad, eh?”

Her eyes grew deadpan. “‘Not too bad’? Jason, I know I’m not as loud or reactive as Cass… but I came the second you stuck your thumb in my butt. Which was gross, by the way.”

“I’m-”

“Not that I didn’t like it,” she cut me off, a small, shy smile forming on her lips. “I loved every second of you making love to me, Jay. And I-... I want to do more. But-”

Amy’s voice trailed off guiltily, her eyes drifting back down to my cum, and it was like a fucking C4 went off in my head. I wasn’t dumb - hell, I’d argue that I was pretty smart compared to a lot of dudes - and now that I wasn’t balls deep inside of my girlfriend, my brain began putting pieces together. Magical supercum. ‘Shaper’ being amazed by me. Amy’s fixation on my semen.

I couldn’t stop an amused snort from escaping. “You wanna use my magical cum for some crazy bio-witch experiment, don’t you?”

Her head immediately jerked back in my direction, naked shock and a deep, primal fear causing me to dart forward and press her back down into the bed before she could move away. “Amy, it’s okay-”

“I wasn’t going to do anything without your permission!” She whispered hurriedly, almost desperately. At my calm, lidded stare, she exhaled deeply and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry. I know you trust me. I just- I guess I’m still a little scared. But Jay, your… c-cum is actually magical. Virile. Literally fucking perfect, and beautiful, and I-... ahem. Anyways. If I can isolate some of the more potent qualities and enhance them with my powers, I could-”

“Enhance yourself,” I breathed, letting her shoulders go in order to straighten back up. My eyes flickered to the side, fresh ideas blasting through my brain, though I had to put aside the obvious cum fetish in order to appreciate the potatoes of this whole thing. “... Shit. I have a perk named Superior Being. Literally makes me the peak human specimen. If we can figure out how to isolate it and turn it into a, I dunno… potion, or injection…”

Amy’s smile grew, becoming brighter. And if it was a little unhinged, I didn’t comment. “I think I could make it work for anyone. Anything. Including Case-53’s.”

Trainwreck.

What a fucking brain-blast.

“Then we should probably get to work then, huh?” I sighed, rolling off of the bed. My cock was still half-hard, twitching grumpily at the thought of not being fully satisfied with multiple rounds of bed-breaking sex, but I could recognize a hyperfixation when I saw one, and I knew that Amy wouldn’t be happy until she’d tested her hypothesis.

As I went to turn around and grab a towel for clean-up, a small, soft hand gripped mine. I turned, and came dick-to-face with Amy.

I could hear her swallow, her gleaming black lips so fucking close to my swollen head.

“Maybe…” She breathed, and I groaned as my dick twitched up into immediate full hardness, the turgid shaft pressing firmly against her cheek. “Haa. I think we need a fresher sample, Jason. O-or a second dose. For the control group.”

She cupped my ballsack, already filling back up with cum, and offered me a small, teasing little smile.

Oh, this cum-hungry minx…

“Right,” I muttered, cursing as she leaned forward and planted a soft, gentle, feather-light kiss against the slit of my cock. “Ohhhkay. Fuck-”

Her eyes, smudged with makeup and lidded with fervent desire, stared up at me.

And she opened her mouth. Wide.

“Hehe.”

Suffice to say, we did not get any sciencing done that night. 

Not for many, many hours.

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A/N:

Yo, new chapter hot off the fuckin' press! Hope you guys enjoyed, and as always, let me know what you think. Next 'chapter' will be a PHO Interlude, the final one for this story as we draw closer to leaving Worm, and depending on how short it is, it could very well have more Jason content as well.

Hopefully the Amy sex scene was on-point. I enjoyed writing it, I love Amy herself, and everything just felt like it flowed really nice. Amy might have a bit of low-key yandere going on when it comes to her man?? Maybe???

And Shaper is cognizant?!?!?!

Hehe, I'll see you soon!