I stumbled my way tiredly towards house at the end of the underground street. Once again feeling thankful to these women for having adopted me. As well as feeling regretful about using my powers to cause harm. There was a strange conflicting sensation swelling inside me.

A part of me knew it was wrong to cause violence on another person. All the while knowing that the assholes had taken my mother and likely planned on torturing her. Or at least hold her and draw her “demonic” son in.

I shucked out of my ruined clothes with a yawn and lamented on not having anything spare. Then as gracefully as I could manage, flopped onto the bed, and instantly fell asleep.

It only seemed like a moment later somebody was shaking me awake.

“Ah, what?” I blinked my eyes open and yawned at the sight of Ophelia sat astride my bed. She wore a dark grey satin robe. A hint of her tantalising red lace lingerie beneath. Her wings swayed in a rather mesmerising manner. The cool breeze they made flushed across my bare skin making me shiver and more alert of my surrounding’s.

“I’ve come to wake you up,” the angelic-woman said softly. Her wings drifting the smooth coffee scent of her skin over to me.

“So you have,” I yawned again and rolled to properly face her. She had a strange expression across her face. One of longing and fear. Her amber eyes looked troubled.

I saw the long chain necklace with the small handprint inside the amber she was wearing. “What’s worrying you?”

“I- I’ve heard you’ve decided to stay with us,” she noted hesitantly. Her hands fussed with the short hem of her robe. Revealing more supple pale-bronze thigh.

“That’s what’s bothering you?” I teased her, a small smile playing across my lips. “For a while at least,” I conceded after seeing her blush and shake her head emphatically. “I want to make sure my mom is okay before I decide on anything.”

“You were okay using your powers?” she asked me cautiously, glancing at my bare chest before looking away. I took a deep breath and shrugged with one shoulder.

“It was a powerful feeling… fighting… and using forces not known to the common man. I definitely met my match with the Draugen, and really had to push my abilities. Still got my ass kicked anyway. But I think I’ve learned from it at least.”

We were silent after I finished speaking, and I watched the angelic woman look anywhere but at me. “What’s worrying you?” I repeated.

She sighed and her shoulder’s sagged. Her free hand came up to clutch at the amber pendant on her chain. “I’m worried about this Necromancy business.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I tried to sound reassuring. “Patricia will build a containment cell, and we’ll can get our answers.”

“And if those answers point us towards a Lich, or an Arch-Lich even?” she asked sharply. “You have not faced those sorts of powers before. I have and it’s… its… not easy. Lots of people will die. A lot. If this truly is as bad as I fear.”

“Hey,” I soothed and sat up reaching out to her. I didn’t even have to ask. The angelic-woman fell into my arms and embraced me tightly. Her body wracking, as her wings closed around us.

“I c-can’t lose anyone else,” she stammered with sobbed. I clutched her protectively to my chest. Once again marvelling at how close I felt to this woman. To all of them, but to Ophelia especially.

I didn’t reply. What could I say that would be meaningful enough to abate her fear. Words weren’t important. Action’s were important when it came to defending your love ones.

I kissed the top of her head and breathed her scent in, allowed it to encompass my mind entirely. A small part of me wondered ever-so-briefly, whether she was using her Mesmerise powers on me. Then again what did it matter if she was.

She could be changing my perception on our situation. Enticing me to stay with them. But in reality, I saw no other recourse. The SPBI won’t suddenly decide to stop dogging me. The Unbound still want something from me. And the ASP society were just a bunch of racist assholes.

“Elias,” Ophelia mumbled softly.

“Hmm,” I murmured and looked down into her amber eyes as she tilted her head up to gaze at me.

“Kiss me,” she whispered quietly.

Who was I to say no. So I did. We started off slow at first. My lips barely brushing hers, her tender skin felt all kinds of soft beneath my clumsy touch. Then I felt her hands roam through my hair pulling my face into her as her lips parted. I slipped my tongue between her teeth.

We grew heated and moaned as our passion’s surmounted. Her hands left my head and roamed down my chest, along the contours of my abdomen. My hands brushing her hair aside as I kissed her chin and along her jawline. Placing small tender touches with my mouth down her neck. My hands slid her robe aside as my mouth found her shoulder. I nipped lightly and she gasped.

“I need you,” she moaned as my hands trailed down her sternum between her glorious breast’s, I cupped them firmly. “I…” she trailed off her eyes suddenly looking uncertain as she bit her plump bottom lip.

“Do you want like me to stop?” I asked concerned, and tried not to sound disappointed. Even as I pulled one side of her red lacy bra aside enough to reveal a full dark-pink nipple. I leaned in and flicked my tongue out and across it making her shiver with delight.

“Can you…” she started and looked away from me embarrassed. “Can you change it so that you’re purple?” she asked and blushed heavily.

I blinked as it took a moment for her words to settle in. Then I burst out laughing.

“It isn’t funny,” she fumed at me suddenly looking incredibly embarrassed for asking such a thing.

“Oh, but it is,” I snickered. “You want to make love to the purple-man is that it?” I teased and grinned good naturedly.

“That is not what I said,” she started indignantly. I pulled Ophelia against me and she easily straddled my lap with a gasp. Her robe completely undone and pooled around her waist where I held onto her hips.

“Say it, and I’ll do it for you,” I whispered huskily and ran a hand down from her hip to the inside of her upper thigh. I brushed my finger’s along the covered wet slit of her pussy. She gasped and moaned. Her pelvis pushed forward to grind herself against my probing fingers.

“Say it,” I commanded gently and leaned forward to pressed my lips along the slender lines of her neck.

“Say what?” she gasped, as she rubbed hard against my hand. The lace soaked against my touch.

I summoned my power to the forefront of my mind and sent the command to change my appearance. My eyes changed to softly white glowing orbs. My skin darken purple, speckled by the light of far off distant stars.

“Say it. Say I want the big, strong, incredibly handsome, and charming purple-man to fuck my little angelic pussy,” I said grinning, emboldened by her startled gasp. I slid her wet panties aside and brushed my fingers along the delicate outer folds of her pussy.

“My vagina is like any other,” she assured me, and she rolled her eyes with a soft. My thumb press against the hood of her clitoris.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I corrected her, as I inserted my middle finger between her slick folds and into her tight, warm pussy.

“Damn you’re so tight,” I hissed as I curled my finger inside her deeper. The angelic woman leaned against me, her hips and pelvis rocked in concert with each smooth crawl of my finger inside her.

I used my freehand to peeled down her bra, causing her straining tits to spring heavily free. I was ridiculously rock-hard. My dick straining to escape my underwear.

“Just fuck me already,” she gasped with a growled and I smirked at her language. “Fuck my little pussy, purple man,” she rolled her eyes at me.

“I suppose that’ll have to do,” I conceded and removed fingers away from her glistening folds. Leaning forward I gently took of hold of her and laid her down on the bed beneath me. She quivered with anticipation as I hovered over her.

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I brought my knees and settle them against the backs of her legs. Her full plump ass filled my lap as I pulled her towards me. Pulled my underwear down and my hard cock sprang free of its constraint.

Without any ceremony I gripped the shaft of my dick and rubbed the head of my cock along her heavenly slick labia.

“Oh, god,” the angelic woman trembled as she cupped her full chest and bit her lip at the sight of me about to enter her.

I nudged the head of my cock against her entrance and eagerly slid myself inside. She was still quite tight, even with how wet she was. Her warm channel blissfully enticed me further in. Her walls clenching around my cock tightly. Then with slow methodical care, we picked up our pace.

I thrusted deeply in and out. Bringing the majority of my length out, leaving the crown of my dick inside. Then I pushed forward and speared her fully with my cock.

Ophelia moaned and cursed as I fucked her.

I watched as her tight pussy, slid down the length of my dick. Her heavy tits bounced in her grasp with each of my thrust’s. Her fingers pinching her erect nipples and twisted. She cried out and I felt her legs wrap around my back and tighten, as her pussy quivered around my shaft.

Her juices lathered up my cock inside her as she climaxed. I kept on ploughing forward and gripped her ass so tightly I thought it would bruise.

Suddenly, the angelic woman twisted our bodies around so that I lay buried beneath her. “You feel…sooo good,” she moaned and began to ride my cock. I reached up and held her full breasts as they swayed like tantalising heavy pendulums above me. “I want you to come inside me.”

“What?” I asked, stunned, as she bounced up and down on my cock.

“Come inside,” she narrowed it down.

“But… o-oh shit…what about protection?” I asked my mind whirring. “I don’t think I’m ready—”

“I won’t get pregnant,” she laughed, and then gasped as she slid down to the base of my shaft. “Super’ genome, remember? Only when both parties consent, does our body do the work for us.”

“So- your saying that if I wanted to get you pregnant, you’d have to want it as well?”

“Yep, a bit of a turn-on isn’t it? Not fully knowing what the other person want’s.” I nodded my head as she arched her chest out and began to rocked minimally atop me. Her movements consigned to her hips and pelvis. Her hands pressed down firmly on my pectoral muscles.

Then I felt the tightening of my coming orgasm. “Are you sure? because I think, I think I’m—”

“Do it, come inside me,” she cooed as she panted and ground herself even harder. Her eye’s rolled into the back of her head, and I felt her pussy clench she came the same instance I did.

She groaned in ecstasy as I growled and grunted.

My length still buried deep inside her nudged up against her cervix as I came, filling her with my seed and coating the insides of her eager body.

Her juices ran down my shaft, thighs, and balls. For a split second I felt the world shift displacing me, and I saw myself through Ophelia’s eyes as she came down from her explosive orgasm. Then I rubber banded back with a snap of my head and I reeled into unconsciousness.

~*~*~*~

“You know, this is really starting to become tiring,” muttered someone above me. “Did you have to go and fuck him into a coma?” Karen, I realised asked.

“I didn’t fuck him into anything,” the soft tones of Ophelia replied. “Other than the most pleasurable orgasm he’ll likely ever feel.”

I heard Karen snort at that.

“Mr. Thompson seems to be stabilising,” the feminine robotic tones of Judy supplied, and I blinked against the harsh light above my head.

“Will you stop bickering, he’s coming around,” Patricia sighed tiredly.

“Why’re you all crowding around me?” I asked confused.

“You passed out my sweet,” Ophelia cooed softly as she drifted over to cradle my head against her ample chest.

“It’s sickening,” Karen yucked at the angelic-woman.

“You’re just jealous,” Patricia mused with a small smile. The blonde Stormcaster huffed and looked away, but didn’t deny it.

“Did I pass out from… lack of fluid’s?” I frowned, and looked down myself. I was naked - of course I was naked – and in the medical bay.

“Possibly. You were only out a few minutes. But it was enough to worry Ophelia that she came and got me while I was preparing breakfast,” said Patricia. “What was the last thing you remember?”

“I remember…” I trailed, thinking, and glanced at Ophelia as I cleared my throat.

“Yes…?”

“Well, I remember us, uh… finishing, and my vision swam. Then I was looking at myself through Ophelia’s eyes,” I explained and looked up at the woman cradling my head against her chest. She was still in her robe I saw.

“What do you mean, looking through my eyes?” Ophelia asked me curiously as she bent down to press her lips to my forehead.

“Well…exactly that. I was suddenly looking at myself through your eyes. From your perspective.”

“Hmm,” Patricia mused thoughtfully. “I wonder if this is some form of telekinetic link or bond. Do you think you could do it again?”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I shrugged and shook my head. “And if just doing that caused me to fall unconscious, I don’t particularly want to do it right away.”

“Of course. But this is something else to practice on later. Along with your ‘Projection-form’ as you call it.”

“Can we go finished making breakfast,” Karen said impatiently. “I’m starving. And I need to visit Natalia later today. I’ll have to catch the bus after a certain someone ruined my car.” The Stormcaster narrowed her eyes at me.

“The Sentinels,” I agreed with her, causing her to scowl.

“Oh, stop bitching. Let’s go finish up, before you throw another fit about, “hearing-them-fucking,” the dark-haired beauty quipped at the blonde, then strode towards the exit. Judy glided over the Technomancer’s shoulder and hovered.

“Let’s go shower, and then join them,” Ophelia suggested. “Patricia even went out early this morning and brought back some clothes, for you.”

“That was nice of her,” I nodded gratefully, and we left the bay.

~*~*~*~

The clothing the Technomancer had brought for me, were a pair of plain black sweater’s and grey sweatpants. A pair of white sneakers and running shoes. As well as some underwear and socks.

After showering and getting myself dressed. I left the house and was instantly joined by Ophelia. The angelic-woman wore a black tank-top jumpsuit, with a drawstring tied around the front of her waist, and a pair of white sneakers.

Her soft brown and white hair was pulled back from her face. Small twin braids ran along the side of her head and behind her ears.

Ears, which I hadn’t noticed before, were slightly pointed at their tips. She wore her usual long chain and amber pendant, though, it was out of sight.

“Morning,” the angelic-woman smiled nervously at me.

“I thought that was earlier,” I smiled back as I leaned in and kissed her softly. She looked startled for a second, before she melted against me. I was still in my otherworldly-guise. So the contrast between our two bodies clinging to one another as our tongues duelled was fascinating.

“Goodness…” Ophelia breathed and leaned on my shoulder as we started towards Patricia’s house. “I thought it would be awkward…between us,” she confessed.

I shook my head. “I made my feeling known this morning. If you have any regrets I’m sure—”

“No. I don’t have any,” she quickly assured me. “I’m just… not used to this kind of intimacy. So I’m not sure if I’m coming on too strong or—”

“You’re doing fine. If this- if this does go further and we become more involved with another, we’ll just have to get used to each other’s quirks.”

“What if my boyfriend’s quirk is falling unconscious every time he climaxes?” she teased me.

“Then it should be his girlfriend’s duty, to make his sleep as comfortable as possible,” I smirked back as we walked arm in arm into the house.

The two women inside bustled about the table, readying four omelette’s to be served. The blonde Stormcaster smiled coyly as she saw us enter.

Karen was wearing a beautiful light dress that complimented her blonde mane and sun-kissed skin. The dress itself was a yellow savannah dress, with a tiered skirt. It was sleeveless leaving her arms bare.

The halter neckline of the dress extenuation her slim black leather choker, with Braken’ dangling from her neck. Her feet were covered by white heeled boots. The glossy material making them shine brand new. The two-inch-thick black heels of her boots brought her height just passed my chest.

Patricia wore a thin grey tank-top, the material so thin it allowed sight of her dark blue lace bra beneath. Her cleavage thrust abundantly upwards.

Her legs were clad in tight leather legging, with small gold buttons, zip pockets lining the front of her waist. On her were a pair of flat-heeled business shoes.

We ate breakfast and chatted. Then it was just Patricia and I. Ophelia had finishing touches to do upstairs in the bar, and Karen was off to visit a friend of the Coven’s.

Their Fourth member.

Though she didn’t stay with them as she worked all over the place. Her jobs took her to other cities. Her powers was supposedly too flashy to do casual displays with.

Considering they had mentioned that, Devlin was a Runecaster and Summoner. I guessed that this Natalia was by process of elimination, the Conjurer of the group.

I spent the next hour or so practicing my Force Bullets and trying to hone the art down to a simply thought. It was hard work, and Patricia had been impressed by my course of action in eliminating the last Draugen.

Condensing Telekinetic force down again, and again, was a painfully slow and frustrating task. Each attempt allowed me to gleam possible ways in which I could shorten the time and effort.

Using less force.

Shaping the bullet into another form.

Patricia saw none of my attempts only their aftermath. And I started to realise how much of an advantage my power gave me. It was unseen to anyone else but me, as far as I knew.

The real stress came, when the Technomancer posed the idea of splitting my force bullet into two. Simply trying that task made me nauseated and sick beyond belief. Like my mind was distending and heating up.

I took that as fair warning to mean I wasn’t ready quite yet and stopped practicing.

“What about levitating?” the Technomancer asked me, as she munch through a bacon and egg sandwich. Her own work was designing a containment cell that could hold a Necromancer.

Though what power they had other than making Draugen, I didn’t know. But she had describe the containment as more of a way to cut off, or block any outside influences. She was also content to simply stuff the extinguished flame-skull in a neat fitting box, with the dagger still firmly in place, and leave it there.

What about levitating?” I asked, parroting her question back at her. Which I knew annoyed her enough to actually make her scowl at me.

“You’ve made, object’s levitate. Why not try and do it to yourself?”

That’s a great idea.

“That… is a great idea,” I affirmed with a nod, and spun back to focus on my training. I recalled Judy’s mentioning, Exemplar Z flying. If I was truly related somehow to this person, then the possibility was there. I just had to advance towards that stage.

Then I could join Ophelia in the skies.

“I’ve got it!” the Technomancer exclaimed not even a minute later. I looked over my shoulder to see her pumping her fist in the air triumphantly. “I’ve found a way to repress psychic links.”

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