“Your coming with us?” I asked in surprise as I stared at the combat suited angelic-woman. She wore a sleek tight-fitting dark-silvery jumpsuit. It hugged her wondrous figure like a second skin. Her wings protruded through narrow slits in the back of the suit, and allowed for full motion.
“I’ve been in combat before, Elias,” she cocked her hip and narrowed her eyes at me. “I can handle myself perfectly fine. Especially against undead-spawn.”
“I wasn’t questioning that. It’s just…” I trailed off. Trying to find the correct words for it. I’d thought of her previously as a caged bird. Locked away for so long that she wouldn’t recognise the sun if it shone on her face. “You’re Healer,” I finished lamely.
“I am,” Ophelia agreed patiently. “I can also take care of myself. I don’t enjoy fighting. But nor do I enjoy any of you getting hurt when I’m too far away to do anything about it.” She stepped over to me.
We were currently in my room. Ophelia having arrived with a wrapped gift from Patricia. Which is when I’d realised that the angelic-woman was coming with us.
“And yourself? what’ve if you get hurt?” I tried to dissuade her.
“Watch,” Ophelia gestured with her left hand. Her warm enveloping powers radiated off her hand as she concentrated. Her divine healer power’s spread out from her hand and haloed around her wrist. The halo hardened, turned a gold opaque, and extended into a narrow point. Now a half-foot blade of golden light extended from above her wrist.
“Woah. But that still doesn’t answer my question,” I pointed out.
“I can shoot it as well. But I’d rather not mess up your room,” she told me, ignoring my statement. She stepped closer until she was mere inches away. Her head tilted up to looked deeply into my eyes.
“I am not some wounded bird. At least, not always,” she amended, her eyes drifting down to my lips as she spoke. “I’m the antithesis of a Lich and Necromancers in terms of power. I can literally burn the taint out of them. I’ve done it before.”
“All-right,” I acquiesced reluctantly. Though I doubted my opinion would affect any of her choices. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” I said, realising that was my major concern.
“We’ll look out for each other,” she murmured and stepped onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to my lips. I sighed softly as her gorgeous body pressed against mine, I felt myself begin to harden almost immediately.
Ophelia moaned lightly as she felt my stiffening cock press her belly.
Her hands trailed down my bare chest and inside my boxers to where she cupped me with her slender fingers. “O-oh, damn,” I breathed as she began to stroke my dick with slow and rhythmic motions. “Do we have time?”
“No,” she sighed with a slight shiver. “Not for sex at least.”
I quirked an eyebrow as I stared into her amber eyes.
Then holding my gaze she slid down my body and onto her knees before me. Her hands pulling my straining cock free of its confining fabric. Still keeping her gaze locked with mine, she pressed her face forward and up, and licked her wet warm tongue out and lapped at my flesh.
I thought my knees would buckled as her tongue rolled up and down, and along the side of my shaft. Her hands worked congruently with one another. One slowly stroked my length, as the other cupped my balls and tenderly rolled them in her grasp.
I grunted as she puckered her full lips, and staring at me, she brought the tip of my cock towards her open mouth. It took every will of effort I had to not simply thrust forward and penetrate her mouth myself.
My head swam as the sensation of her sealing mouth slid over the head of my penis, slow inch, by slow inch. I gasped and threw my head back, closing my eyes as my hands gently ran through her soft-brown and white hair.
Her tongue ran in a constant rhythm along the underside of my dick as she took more of me inside her mouth. “O-oh, my…god,” I mumbled and felt every single muscle in my body clench and unclench. A gold light pierced through my closed eyes and looked down to see that her hands were now glowing with her healing powers. And they cupping my balls.
I didn’t know what that meant or what was happening. But suddenly, Ophelia buried face forward, and impaled her mouth on my cock. I felt he tip of my manhood enter the back of her throat and slide deeper within.
I groaned and instinctively tighten my grip her head, as I thrust myself out of throat and then slammed myself back inside. My gaze locked with Ophelia. Watching for any minute signs of distress as I used her mouth and throat for my own pleasure.
But none came, and I kept thrusting my hips forward, as her glowing hands kept massaging my balls.
Then finally, blissfully, I felt my abdomen uncoil as pleasure swept through me in a shudder. I pumped her divine throat twice more and roared my release.
I came inside her throat and felt her neck contract as she swallowed each and every spurt of my seed. It seemed never ending as she greedily drank me down.
At last, after a full half-minute of coming, I finally shuddered to a stop. My spent cock slid from the angelic-woman’s throat and mouth. Liberally coated in her saliva.
“H-holy fuck!” I breathed as my cock tried effortlessly to thicken again.
“Good,” she murmured and smiled devilishly up at me. “Are worried about me getting hurt anymore?”
I snorted at her innocent question. “Always. Especially if that’s how you handle my worries. Then most definitely,” I nodded. Then shuddered as the angelic-woman leaned forward and sucked her salvia noisily off my dick.
“I’ll keep that in mine,” she winked and pointed her hand towards the box she’d carried in previously. I tucked my cock away and weakly walked over to it on numb legs.
“Patricia’s been working on it the last few days. Said you can’t really go out into combat wearing a white shirt and jeans.” I opened the lid of the box and looked inside.
“Nice,” I mumbled approvingly, as I pulled out a dark grey jumpsuit similar to the one Ophelia wore. It was ribbed in stages going down the torso towards the abdomen. When the light caught the material, a slight purple sheen hued across the jumpsuits surface.
The material of the suit ended in a rough boot form at the feet.
“It’ll fit, so try it on. I’m gonna go wait at Patricia’s house. Then we’ll likely set off for the De-Sub sector,” Ophelia told me.
“De-Sub sector?”
“The north-western quarter,” she amended. “Patricia found out that it was recently named the De-Sub sector. Why, we’re not sure.” The angelic-woman waved to me and strode out of my house. Her wings accentuating her tightly packed ass in her jumped suit.
I turned back to my own suit with a longing sigh and started to get dress. The material was strangely light and smooth. Like I was submerging my body into a warm flexible layer of second skin. My feet slid perfectly into the boots and were surprisingly comfortable.
I wondered at how the suit would close at my back as I saw no obvious signs of zips, or clasps. But as I reached around to try and secure it. My hand brush over nothing. There was no opening anymore. It was completely sealed over.
“Damn. Hopefully, Patricia will know how to undo it later,” I muttered and walked around my room. Testing out the flexibility of the suit. It conformed to every manoeuvre I made.
Then I tested my powers.
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My Telekinetic powers swam eagerly to the surface of my skin and through my new jumpsuit. The starry-purple aura of my powers swarmed entirely over and around my person. Causing the exposed flesh of my human-guise to seem a stark pale-white that glowed in the starry-purple void of my aura.
I urged my powers back inside and the aura dissipated straight away. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders.
It was time to go get my mom back, and god help those that get in my way.
~*~*~*~
The evening sky had just set in by the time we left the Witching Cove bar. We all crammed ourselves into Patricia’s far-nicer car and set off for the north-western quarter of the city. As we drove along the highway going around the outskirt of the plateau. I looked inwards towards the inner city.
Numerous helio-jets weaved in and out of various buildings. Some displaying specific brands, while one of two had the SPBI in white across their sides.
I glanced to the side and saw Ophelia gazing intently out at the extreme expanse of the Keldasen Ocean. In the distance was the western Plateau city of Ziila. The long-enclosed highways connecting Idrasa and Ziila, domed and protected against the strongest of storms and crushing waves.
Though a few had been known to collapse to a Sarkithwin sea serpent. The sea leviathans rarely came near the surface of the ocean unless provoked. Or when a flock of Dolpha, winged schools of fish passed through during a seasonal migration.
The sea, I came to realise when I was very-young. Was a cold, horrible, and unforgiving place. Thank god I had no intention of going anywhere near the ocean, or beneath it.
It took us two hours to arrive at the De-sub sector of the city. The closer we got, the more police or SPBI helio-jet’s patrolled each area we passed.
At one point we drove past a street where the people were rioting and starting fires. “What the hell is going on around here?” I asked worriedly.
“I don’t know,” Patricia murmured as she concentrated on driving. “But I have no intention of stopping and asking either.”
Patricia suddenly slammed on the brakes with a curse, as a car drifted around the corner of the intersection ahead. It speed not the least bit slowly as it righted itself. Then a cop car blazed around the corner after it and sped forward. The racer weaved in and out. A cop leaned out of the passenger window and shouted for the driver to pull over.
Then a person in the passenger seat of the racer leaned out his own window and aimed a pistol at the cop car behind them.
“Everyone, get down!” a moment later I heard the twin pops as the racing fucker blasted at the cop car. A mad laughter filling the air as the racer accelerated.
“You do realise we’re protected right?” Patricia hissed back to me.
“I do. But if we duck when the shooting starts we draw less attention to ourselves than we would by simply sitting here and watching.”
“He has a point,” Karen mumbled.
“So he does,” the Technomancer sighed agreeably, as we started driving yet again.
Both cars streamed down the street behind us and I looked back to see them disappearing out of sight. “Okay, that was unexpected.”
“Not really. This entire area has one of the highest crime-rates in the city. Its why I set up our base up where we are. The SPBI and police patrols aren’t a recurring theme around the beach fronts,” the Technomancer said smugly. “Unless,” she amended after a pause. “You’re a scummy businessmen. Then beach front is filled to the brim with those assholes.”
“I know,” I agreed. “I worked for one remember.”
“Alright. There aren’t any serviceable roads leading towards the factory-plant. A shanty town has taken residence between here and there, so we’ll have to traverse on foot from here I’m afraid.”
The Technomancer got out of the driver side door and stretched. I stared admiringly at her tight-fit combat suit. The black and red hued suit was intersected periodically by bands of the same combination of colour. As well as a choker of the same around her slender throat.
Her silken raven hair was a tight black braid behind her head. The end of which hung just above the lower curve of her back.
Her pale-red eyes gleamed intensely in the evening light. I saw a brief whirr of motion flicker across her irises like they were flexing and rotating.
I suspected she was wearing some sort of advanced contact lenses. Her pupil’s expanded and retracted occasionally.
I let myself out just in time to see the full curve of Karen’s tight ass as she bent over to scuttle out the passenger door. Her own combat suit was a dark navy, with a crude lightning bolt of a silvery-blue hue running down her sternum between her pert breasts. She had argued against wearing it. Stating that the armour, Braken provided her was enough to deal with any damage.
Patricia had tried to argue, what would happen if she didn’t have Braken with her. It took Ophelia in a near pleading tone to get the blonde Stormcaster to wear the suit. I was glad she had. The blonde’s hair was tucked between her ears by twin braids on either side of her head. The top portion of her hair was gathered into a looser braid that spilled down her back.
She looked fierce, like a seasoned warrior roving the Keldasen Ocean. Her vibrant blue eyes were a mix of anxiousness, worry, and excitement.
Then there was Ophelia.
The angelic-woman’s amber eyes ticked about constantly as she stepped hesitantly out of the car. Her wings and the majority of her jumpsuit were concealed by a large overcoat. She looked ridiculous wearing it. But she was majorly concerned about being spotted.
Her wings were rather obvious, and a factor we would have to deal with. But Ophelia had assured me that she had gone out on small walks from time to time around the bar wearing the large coat. Not once had she been questioned about it.
She seemed so small as she climbed out of Patricia’s car. The angelic-woman had immediately clung to me seeming to shrink in on herself.
“You’re okay,” I told her and cupped her chin to raise her face to my own. I pressed a gently kiss to her pale bronze cheek as I smiled at her. “Look to those around you and draw strength. If anything threatened you or them, all of us would stand together and see it through.”
She smiled weakly at my words and took a deep breath. Her trembling hands holding my wrist slowed their constant tremor.
“How do you do that?” she asked me after a moment passed.
“Do what?” I replied as we followed, Patricia and Karen. The two women moved few paces ahead of us. Their heads leaning inwards, their arms joined as they walked.
“Say things… that make it seem like you’ve always been with me. Always been a part of this,” the angelic-woman gestured her towards her sister’s.
“Because,” I started, and tried again. “Well, because I care for you. For all of you. This team, this friendship you all share. Its deep and mysterious. I know there’s a lot you’re all not telling me. A lot, which I think would drastically change how I few Iraelia as a whole. But that doesn’t change how I feel for all of you. You’ve taken me into your homes as I lost my place in the world. You’ve all—sort of—adopted me as a new member of your odd little family. And I guess I’ve sort of adopted all of you in return.”
By the time I finished speaking I realised that Karen and Patricia had stopped and were listening in as I spoke. So I cleared my throat, squeezed Ophelia’s hand briefly, and took a deep breath.
“I mean it,” I told them, as I looked purposefully into each of their contrasting eyes. “I know I started out with you guys only a few days ago. But I’ve come to realise that there’s really… no going back from this.” I looked down at the slightly tanned skin of my hand.
And for the first time in the last couple of days since this madness started. My human-guise seemed so strange to me. I wasn’t certain whether that was a good develop or not. But I accepted it as a part of myself. Like how Ophelia had with her wings.
“This is a part of me I can’t cut away,” I murmured softly, my gaze flicking briefly to the angelic-woman. “So, if you’ll have on in a permanent basis. The I’d humbly ask to join you all--”
“Oh. My. God. Finally!” Karen huffed exasperatedly. “I was beginning to think you were blind. Or that I had simply fucked up my chances—”
“Uh, Kar. He isn’t on about joining you in bedroom activities,” Patricia murmured to her friend. “Elias, we’d love to have you,” the Technomancer said smiling coyly at me, even as the blonde blushed deeply. “In the bedroom or not.”
“I would love that too,” Karen said, awkwardly clearing her throat loudly. “The uhhh… you know… joining us that is. Not in the bedroom. Nope. Wow, I am making a mess of things,” She finished quietly to herself.
I smiled at both women, and politely ignored their suggestive tones and comments as I looked down to the gorgeous woman on my arm.
“Hmm,” the angelic-woman mused idly as the thumb of her hand played circles around my palm. “I think I’ll keep you. I’ll just have to make a good impression on your mom when we see her.”
Karen groaned lightly as that, as if only just realising we were on a mission to save my kidnapped mom. “I forgot we would be meeting your mom, as well,” she groaned, as if hearing my thoughts. “Can this day get any worse. Feel like I’ve been rejected twice over. Fucking Andrew, it’s all his fault,” she began muttering madly to herself.
“Is she okay?” I murmured shooting a glance at the Technomancer as we started walking further towards the De-sub sector border.
“Oh she’s perfectly fine. Us ladies will just need to have a chat later on about it,” Patricia replied looking intently at Ophelia. The angelic-woman nodded agreeably to in response.
“Let’s pick up the pace. The shanty-town border is only a couple minutes away and I want to scope it out first before we head inside.” The Technomancer took-off in a sprint after Karen.
“Sounds good,” I nodded and tugged on the angelic-woman’s arm as I started jogging after the other woman. “Come on… they’re outpacing us.”
“Slow down,” Ophelia laughed lightly and stumbled into me suddenly. A wave of force knocked me off-balance as an enormous boom quaked through the ground beneath our feet. Car alarms blared frantically as windows and panes of glass shattered from what I could only guess to be an explosion.
I shook my head and held tightly to Ophelia as I sat up. My ears only slightly ringing with some distant static noise. I looked up the sidewalk to see Karen and Patricia in a similar state as us.
“What the hell was that?” I called to the dark-haired woman. But she simply shook her head in confusion.
“No idea. But whatever it was, it was certainly big.”
I climbed to my feet pulling Ophelia up after me. Her large overcoat looked ruffled but was still tied tightly around her. We rushed over to the other two women and helped them up as well.
“Let’s keep moving,” Patricia suggested. “The area I wanted to view the shanty-town border from is up ahead. It’ll give us a good height advantage at least to look out towards the inner city.”
We all nodded and followed after the stumbling Technomancer.
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