University of the Damned and Desired

[LitShark]

((Thread is CLOSED for monique_minx, Miss_Vivi and I. Readers welcome!))


Astralis Academy

In a world of advanced technology, where ten percent of the world’s population have been gifted with superhuman abilities that in some cases make them closer peers with gods than men, an organization has been established to catalog and cultivate the abilities of these individuals known simply as “Gifted.”

Separated around puberty from the rest of the population and their parents, Gifted children are educated and raised among their own. Groomed from youth to respect and adhere to the established social order—the most talented Gifted youths graduate to become Heroes who maintain the order and segregation that allows for a crime-free society.

The Extra-Normal Disbursement Foundation maintains records on all Gifted individuals—even those who don’t earn the rank of “Hero.” “No power without purpose,” is the organization’s motto and stance to justify the compulsory registration and segregation of young men and women from their families and society at-large.

Most never question the order that the ENDF preserves and enforces.

The indoctrination to the established order is an important part of Gifted education, and those who distinguish themselves through strength, ingenuity or enthusiasm are selected to join the prestigious airborne academy—the flying campus, Astralis Academy.

Despite their unconventional campus, Astralis is the envy of every military or educational facility known to humankind. 95% of Gifted students who achieve the level of Hero train at AA, and all of the faculty are members of the “Immortals Pantheon,” a sort of Hall of Fame for retired heroes.

But human nature remains—even among super humans, and in a world of the super powered, power determines status and status denotes order.

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Fall Excursion 5E 783Y: T+ 24 Days 6 Hours 14 Minutes 54 Seconds. Monday.

"Now, cut the cards..." Vince asked anxiously, holding the deck with trembling fingers.

"Where did you even find a paper deck of Bicycle Playing cards?" Professor Dunbar mused, cutting the cards without his typical flourish--eager for this exchange to be over quickly. As painfully awkward as it was to watch Vince try to resurrect close-up magic in an airborne school of Gifted individuals, it was preferable to answering for where he was heading, "there you go."

"And... another shuffle... shuffle... shuffle-shuffle... Is that your card?" Vince snapped the deck, confidently holding up the Jack of Diamonds.

"No."

Vince's eyes grew wide. He was shocked and mortified, but Dunbar didn't seem surprised at all.

"Wait... no. I mean... is that your card?" Eight of Clubs.

"Still no. I think you need some more practice... I have to get--" Dunbar tried to move past Vince, but he shuffled his feet to block his way.

"Wait... wait... This card?" Deuce of Spades.

"Mister Occluso, this is getting ridiculous. You can show me once you've mastered it, now please..." Dr. D tried again to push past, but Vince was determined. By now he was fanning his way through the deck, face up, searching clumsily for a card he wouldn't know if he saw.

"Here! There it is! There's your card!" Queen of Hearts.

"Ha!" Dr. D clapped his hands and feigned being impressed. A white lie to get him free of this awkwardness, "you got it. Wow. How'd you do that anyway? Don't tell me. Gosh, what a talent."

Professor Dunbar continued singing false praises for Vince as he passed through the open-air atrium to access the staff wing of the Promenade Deck. He was on his way to meet Gwen Prime and didn't want to be seen by any more of his students than necessary. He quickened his step, his frustration and exertion causing his pheromones to escape. Vince thought they smelled like Diesel fuel and clove cigarettes.

It was then that Bobby Brownstone descended through the open roof of the atrium, his muscular arm around his girlfriend's petite waist. He was helping her learn to fly again. As they descended, Bobby kicked the deck out of Vince's hands, scattering the fluttering cards to the wind. They went flipping and tumbling in all directions, enlivened by the high winds at 40,000 meters above the ground.

"Nice and easy, imagine yourself weightless. Think of yourself like a marionette and your telekinesis just needs to provide the strings--it'll help your endurance. Watch where you're going, dweeb!" after kicking him, Bobby rushed back to the ground, nearly abandoning Lyra in midair, "you almost bumped into my girlfriend, loser! She's still learning to control her flying. She could have been hurt! Maybe I should send you flying..."

Bobby picked Victor up off the ground like he weighed nothing, holding all of him aloft by his backpack strap.

"Maybe that's what you need. A little life-or-death struggle... a free-fall with no parachute. Might awaken something in you. What do you say, Giftless Loser? Do you believe you can fly?"

 

[monique_minx]

They'd come up to the atrium and Lyra had been nervous as usual, she never felt like she was completely in control of her powers. Sometimes they were in complete command and it was all she could do to pull everything back inside. Her mother had done her utmost to hide Lyra, as soon as her powers manifested at the age of 13, Lyra's mother had quickly purchased inhibitors on the black market just to conceal her so the ENDF wouldn't take her away. Her mother's love and protection had been fierce but ultimately, not enough. During a panic attack the year before, even the inhibitors had not been enough to suppress Lyra's powers. It caused a catastrophic incident at her 'normie' high school, something Lyra shared with no one. Not even Bobby.

She'd been the new kid for all of five minutes before people just gravitated towards her and pretty soon, most felt they could tell her anything. She was warm and empathetic to nearly everyone and it didn't hurt that she was both exceedingly beautiful and powerful. As soon as Bobby met her, he was swept up in her wake and Lyra found him charming. They started dating and Bobby found Lyra met needs he didn't know he had. As a result, he was fiercely protective although sometimes, a little too much. Sometimes he was just showing off.

Like now.

She'd tipped in mid air and had to all but steady herself as she felt Bobby's rage flair and he left her side. She remained suspended just a few metres off the ground, trying to handle herself without Bobby's aid. He had a great mastery over his power of flight but Lyra was still relatively new to using her telekinesis to lift herself - though she'd lifted many other objects before. This was safe enough though, if she lost control, she'd not even break a bone at this height. Her crimson hair shimmered in the light and her eyes seemed to glow just a little where she hovered. Bobby was yelling at Vince now, it was a little much considering they'd just about collected him. Even if he was a disgusting little weirdo.

Lyra crossed her arms and arched a brow with a dry voice, "Bobby, please don't drop him. If he splatters, the clean up goes on my student record - again. And I'm pretty sure attempted murder wasn't on today's flight syllabus."

She floated down gracefully, her arms unfolding as her hair slowly stopped its eerie shine and her eyes settled to their normal bright blue. Her runners tapping the floor where she landed and her skirt settling around her with the gravity, concealing the edge of her bike shorts again.

She licked her lips and her hands settled on her hips, "Besides, if you wanted to impress me, you'd aim higher than low-orbit threats to freshmen."

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Charlemagne Estes sighed inwardly and listened to the student in front of her. Mimi was exhausting. The biggest gossip she had ever encountered, and that was saying something, as she had once worked with the "Power Six". Six of the most powerful supers that the world had ever seen. They also had the egos to match. Like Mimi, to them, everything was news.

"Professor Estes, you know I saw Bobby and Dr. Rowan fooling around."

"Did you Mimi? Does that mean you were also running around naked?"

The girl in front of her blushed deeply, and tried to say something else, but Char held her hand up to stop her.

"Thank you Mimi. I appreciate your help in this matter. Please return to class. With your clothes." She indicated the pile next to the girl who was wrapped in a blanket. Mimi attempted to look innocent as she gathered her things, but Char caught her self satisfied smirk. Char wanted to throw the girl over her knee and spank the brat out of her, but that wasn't going to happen today.

With Mimi gone, she stared out of her office window watching the clouds flit around her school. Her school. She loved it, the flying campus, the drama of young adults, their passions, their needs, how everything was so present for them. Astralis was hers. The EDNF be damned. They had called her today, talking about "wanting to genetically catalog the supers". What a bunch of absolute hogwash. Another sigh. She needed a distraction. She left her office soundlessly, watching the students turn tail at the sight of her as she walked the campus.



..."you'd aim higher than low orbit threats to freshmen.." she caught the end of Lyra admonishing her boyfriend, Bobby. Lyra was beautiful in that devastatingly terrifying way, like a fire that enticed you at the same time that it burned you. Bobby, however, was a toy. Gorgeous, talented, and dumb as a rock, it made sense that Mimi had caught him with Rowan.



Char marched into the courtyard, heels clicking satisfyingly across the pathway, "Mr. Brownstone, put down Mr. Occluso or we can talk about a visit to the power drain. Your choice." Char eyed the younger man, watching him as he slowly weighed his options. "Professor Dunbar, if you join me momentarily, I believe we have something to discuss." She said over her shoulder to the man who had seemed to be slinking away from the hubbub. Taking a deep breath Char sent out a feeling of calm curiousity to the students and staff around her, which, of course would hit her later. Ugh. She needed a better distraction.

 

[LitShark]

Heath sighed at the sound of Char’s voice, the calm feeling of curious compliance at odds with his thoughts, knowing all too well this meant that he was ensorcelled by the headmistress. She would have her way at this point, would he or no, so he just calmly turned and headed back toward the scuffle. From behind his well-oiled beard, exactly 52 rigid, single hairs shot out, nabbing each of Vince’s playing cards in air and snapping them all back together in numerical order just below his chin. He handed the deck back to Vince as Bobby dropped him onto the grass.

“Yes, Professor Estes. What can I do for you?” despite her calming influence, Heath’s anxiety was making his pheromones pump harder.

Vince took a moment, gathering himself and trying to straighten his slacks. His tie, which he wore as a belt needed retying and his shirt had come untucked. The top few buttons of his white shirt were left unbuttoned behind a collar of loose, silver chains and rosaries. The largest of which was a sterling silver planchette.

Bobby was wearing the sweater vest with no shirt on underneath and slacks, showing off his muscular arms.

Vince was just about to say something to Bobby when Lyra joined in on his derision. It hurt his feelings. But even with the headmistress’ calming influence, and Lyra’s mocking tone, when she crossed her arms, he noticed her large breasts pushing together and when she moved again to put her hand on her hip they jiggled faintly behind her shirt, and without intending it—Vince telepathically cast a fantasy into the heads of all four of the others there.


((Lyra’s blue eyes were glowing brightly, even as they rolled back and crossed behind her long lashes. Vince’s slender hips were pumping away atop her as they floated through air, high above the Astralis. Bobby was holding her wrists above her head and using his feet to keep her legs spread—at once bed and bondage device. Bobby said nothing, as the ball gag halted his voice, but Lyra was screaming so loud, that when the pitch changed and rose in volume again, the sensation of auditory pain snapped the illusion as suddenly as it had begun.))


Heath stumbled backward a step and Bobby fell from where he was levitating, landing heavy on his feet. While the professor looked up in horror, Bobby was single minded in his rage.

“Sorry…” Vince mumbled, both mortified and terrified in spite of his calm curiosity which still kept him stationary.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Bobby seethed, and he meant it.

It took every ounce of strength that Heath had to wrap the muscle-bound student up in tightly woven hair, squeezing and holding him back. The smell of fresh cut grass and wet pussy heavy in Bobby’s nose. Heath was struggling…

“Some help, please?” Heath wasn’t sure who he was asking, Lyra or Char, but he’d accept help from either.

“I said I was sorry!” Vince raised his hands in front of his face, a clumsy imitation of defense.

“Fuck that! I’m gonna rip your head off!”

 

[monique_minx]

Lyra bit her lip when Professor Estes entered, she was a formidable woman who radiated power without having to display any. She had a classic beauty and the way she composed herself when she walked; goddamn. Lyra would tell herself often that she wanted to be that kind of woman but in all honesty, she wanted to be with that kind of woman. Something just drew her in like a magnet and she could never put her finger on exactly what that something was. She felt the wave of calm wash over her and felt the stress over Bobby's possible murder of their peer melt off slowly. She let out an exhale of relief. Apparently, it was premature to be relieved.

Lyra felt the image coming before she saw, she looked directly at Vince as if she was about to ask him what he wanted right before the very graphic picture came into view. She watched herself being utterly violated, heard herself screaming and then it was suddenly over. It knocked the breath from her as if she'd been gut punched.

She touched her wrists where she'd seen Bobby's hands wrapping them and she clenched her thighs just a little. Her face flushed almost as red as her hair as she heard Bobby yelling and quickly realised she'd not been the only person to see this image, hear her screaming. They had all seen her...

…naked.

"I love this school." She muttered under her breath.

She heard Professor Dunbar ask for help and realised he was just barely holding Bobby away from Vince. Lyra's eyes glowed bright blue and her hair shone like the sun as she put up a telepathic wall between Vince and Bobby and expanded it out. She intended to do it slowly but in the pent up emotion of the moment, it went a little faster and knocked both Bobby and Vince off their feet.

"Shit." She said.

'Fuck it. They both deserved it.' She thought to herself.

"Bobby, let it go!" She called to him before he could rise from the floor.

Lyra glowered at Vince even as her hair and eyes stopped their shine and settled again, "If it wasn't an accident, you'd be the one screaming."

She cut herself short of absolutely berating him the way she wanted to because she didn't want to be taken to the power drain herself and she was aware of both the teachers in the room. Acutely. She'd also rather everyone forget the visceral image as quickly as possible, it was on such occasions she wished thought crime was punishable.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Charlemagne had been sending out calming vibes to those clustered around them. She could see the men disengaging and everything looked like it might de-escalate smoothly. Heath had sidled up to her side, and she went to acknowledge his presence when they were all suddenly sharing the same vision.

((Lyra, Vince, and Bobby floated high above the school. The three of them wrapped around each other, undulating through the air. The breathy noises escaping Lyra’s mouth were enough to send anyone over the edge. She moaned as her eyes glowed faintly behind her closed eyes. Bobby seemed to be holding her up and pumping himself against her from behind. Vince's smaller cut frame between her legs, moans coming from him as well as he fucked himself into Lyra. ))

Just as quickly as it began, it was over. Char HAD been broadcasting calm feelings to her students, but was overcome with the imagery and sudden spike of lust around her. Her brain and her power followed suit, slipping into intensely carnal feelings and that was broadcast to the staff and students. As she stood there slightly dazed, Char could feel her pussy clench.

Fuck.

It took her a second to realize that Heath's beard was holding back Bobby while Vince attempted to defuse the situation. Glancing over at Lyra, she pulled back the lust that was suffusing the situation and focused her energy at Bobby. She forced his body to relax, so that Heath could hold him safely.

"VINCE OCCULOSO, you will shut your mouth immediately. Bobby, calm down. Good Gaia, you two. Lyra, sweetling, are you ok?" Char spoke firmly to the young men, but her tone softened with Lyra. She glanced over at the young woman, who she knew was stronger than she looked and likely could strip the two men of their skin before either of them could utter another word. "Bobby, Vince and Lyra you will come with me, before we get another of Mr. Occuloso's torrid fantasies. Vince, you will be spending extra study sessions with Professor Rowan to learn both the meaning of consent and to control your visions. Blessed Gaia, at least the vision was clear, and precise. However, we do not share our fantasies without asking permission first." She lectured at the students. She didn't want to make a big deal, on campus, she dealt with sex pragmatically. adults were going to fuck. Herself included. Consent, however was her sticking point.

"Bobby, at least you were included," she smirked at the other young man. "Heath, I think you can let him go. Bobby, if you take one step that isn't towards my office, I will knock you on your ass and make you sob like a bitch. The three of you move. Now." She turned to follow the students, but not before pausing at Heath's side, whispering softly, "I just got the call today, the ENDF is considering compulsory genetic testing. Something about wanting to strengthen bloodlines." Charlemagne met her professor's eyes with intent and watched his expression. Most of the staff outwardly were supportive of the ENDF, their jobs required them to be. However, a fair few were attempting to fight back and protect their students from the political machinations of ENDF. Char reached out to squeeze the other man's shoulder as she passed by to follow the students who were filing into her office, Lyra reluctantly following the two men. Char followed them wordlessly, heels clicking again so satisfyingly on the stone beneath them.

Goddamn. The vision had been hot. Even if she wanted to throttle Vince's throat for his lack of control. Now, does she punish them with a power drain or make them play out the fantasy? Decisions, decisions.

 

[LitShark]

Vince, Bobby, Lyra & Prof. Estes (Atrium Gardens)


Just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean everyone isn’t out to get you.

Everyone hated Vince right about now Dr. D, Lyra, even the headmistress seemed to blame him for his awkward… expulsion. For his part, Vince was more concerned with how and why—he was notoriously weak, known for his inability to summon or control his power, had instantly and without even intending to, captivated and imprisoned four other Gifted in a fantasy for a pretty significant period of time.

But, no. All anyone wanted to focus on was how he was to blame.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Vince was picking himself up again after being pushed down by Lyra’s telekinesis, “I didn’t mean it! It was an accident. You know I have trouble—”

Prof. Estes was having none of it. She was insisting that all three of them should follow her, likely for punishment. Bobby, though he dared not act against the orders of the headmistress, was still glaring daggers at Vince, seething more with each excuse.

“Okay… That’s fine. I’m most likely to see you later, freakazoid. Most likely not to forget this, either.”

That was debatable, since Lyra had been the one taking his big cock in the fantasy, but Bobby’s commitment to branding was admirable nonetheless. He was always the “most likely” this or the “least likely” to do that, as part of his Hero alter-ego The Superlative—but Vince always thought the gimmick was the most likely to get old fast.

“Great, I’ll be looking forward to it…” Vince sighed and rolled his eyes, “Lyra, seriously. I’m sorry. I understand that I was out of line, I just… got flustered. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Was it too much to hope for that they could resolve this without going into the Headmistress’ office?

“Besides,” he directed his attention back to Prof. Estes, unintentionally gazing upon the poetic flow of symmetrical perfection that was her ass walking in those tall heels, he was careful not to let himself fantasize—not one bit… about dat ass… “it was Dr. D’s crazy, horny, pheromone gas that got me all horned up—and then had my defenses lowered by your little psychic shoulder rub, so I couldn’t guard my reactions as efficiently. How come faculty gets to use their Gifts on us without concern or consent—huh? Maybe if not for you, little sweetling wouldn’t have had to endure that!”

He was definitely making things worse on himself—Vince was the most likely to do that. But it didn’t make him wrong, either. Bobby looked back for Prof. Dunbar to defend himself, but the professor had already slipped away to wherever he’d been trying to sneak off to earlier.

“You gonna let him talk to you like that?” Bobby scoffed, eager to maximize the blowback on his rival for blaming the headmistress for his inability to keep his powers in his pants.

“I’m sorry! It’s just not fair.” Vince might get his wish—they really might not make it back to Estes’ office.



Prof. Dunbar (Faculty Promenade Lounge)


The news about the ENDF was indeed distressing, but Heath had other matters that needed attending and he didn’t want an audience for. As soon as Lyra’s telekinesis separated Bobby and Vince, Heath was making his escape toward the nearby faculty lounge. There was a rather large and almost completely unknown storage space behind the ornate, brass fireplace—accessed only by pressing a secret trigger at the bottom of the burning embers, a task easily accomplished with a fireplace poker, which was always nearby.

Heath used the poker and after ensuring that the coast was clear, flipped the latch and opened the large, burning edifice to slip behind it. He closed the fireplace behind him, the flame still flickering triumphantly.

“Sorry I’m late,” Heath muttered, grooming his beard with his fingers and straightening his tie, “I hope you started without me, little self-cest slut.”

Heath beamed with a wide smile, his pheromones blending with the woodsmoke in the small, room. A single mattress, a card table and a few folding chairs were all that was stored back here. Perhaps they were not the first to utilize it as a place for secret and illicit liasons.

Heath began unbuttoning his collar.

“Just so long as you wait for me before you finish,” Heath kneeled on the bed where Gwen Prime and Gwen 1 were already kissing and undressing one another, Heath grasped a fistful of their hair from the back of each of their heads, pulling them apart enough to slip his tongue in between, a triple kiss between two.

“That’s my girls…” Heath sighed, leading their mouths down to either side of his neck, “many hands make light work,” he remarked as they both undressed him.

 

[monique_minx]

Vince, Bobby, Lyra & Prof. Estes (Walking to Headmistress' office)

Lyra was touched and a little surprised by Professor Estes care and concern as she asked Lyra if she was okay. Lyra mumbled that she was fine, this was so embarrassing, she just wanted the whole damn thing forgotten! Now she fell into step walking to the Headmistress' office for something that wasn't even her fault!

She ignored Vince's apology which was followed by some blame shifting and gaslighting and she rolled her eyes as the 'boys' continued bickering, it was honestly exhausting. She entered Professor Estes office behind her and plonked down on one of the comfier stuffed chairs off to the side as there were only two in front of Char's desk. Lyra very much felt she didn't deserve to be centre stage of this ridiculous fiasco.

"Do you two ever shut up?" Lyra rolled her eyes, they'd continued the bullshit all the way to her office for heaven's sakes!

Lyra folded her arms below her impressive breasts tightly, framing them with an eye roll. She crossed one slender leg over the other and tapped her foot impatiently against her leg.

"There are a million better things I could be doing but thanks so much Vince." She hissed at him across the room.

"Professor, do I really need to be here?" She sighed, hoping she'd be able to escape this nightmare soon and really hoping that the entire school wasn't already aware of Vince's little telepathic 'slip'.


Prof. Dunbar, Gwen Prime & Gwen 1 (Behind Faculty Promenade Lounge)
((Collaboration of LitShark & Minx))

While Gwen Prime was undoing Heath's buttons, Gwen 1 had already sunk to her knees to tackle his pants. Perhaps she was the sluttier version of Gwen, the less inhibited one - Gwen often considered it. How alike or different her copies were to her was fascinating in some ways. She pulled his shirt back from his shoulders a moment after Gwen 1 had divested him of his pants and underwear rather hungrily until he was as naked as they both were.

"Oh! He's so happy to see us!" Gwen 1 giggled on her knees, eye level with Heath's prominent erection.

"He should be, he kept us waiting...good thing fucking myself is still an above average experience." Gwen Prime licked her lips and took Heath's hand, placing it over her breast.

"I got detained," Heath was explaining, his strong hand caressing and squeezing Prime's perky breast, his thumb pressing her erect nipple into the edge of his hand, "for a second I thought we were busted--but the Headmistress still envisions me as some revolutionary. I think she intends to balk The Authority, but loyalty is compulsory."

It was a phrase as familiar to Heath as his own name. His time serving as a Foundation Sponsored Hero had indoctrinated him deeper than he realized. Such that he saw nothing wrong with decrying his loyalty to the Foundation in the midst of an illicit and taboo relationship with his student. But this was the kind of subterfuge that the Authority often chose to overlook. Balking their orders--no matter how oppressive, was treason.

He resolved to caution the Headmistress the next time they were alone. She was playing a dangerous game.

"I think I can do a little better than above average."

As Heath relaxed into his arousal and caressed the back of 1's head, urging her down on his thick, veiny erection, his pheromones flooded the storage space in a dense cloud that could almost be tasted. He leaned forward, suckling Prime's nipple into his mouth and gently gripping it between his teeth, thrashing his tongue back and forth. In the same moment, a small cluster of beard hair wound its way down to her pussy, two hairs lightly pulling back on her clitoral hood while two others wound around and pinched the exposed nub, lightly flickering against the tip.

The smell of warm honey and the faint tang of the ozone before a summer storm lit Gwen's nostrils as her head rolled back, her hand gripped the back of Heath's head, tangling her fingers in his hair as he took his lips to her breast. His taunting of her clit was light yet firm, it had her quivering and moaning in his embrace.

"It's a nice...ooooh! Start!" Gwen tried to taunt him but gave into an electric burst from her clitoris and clawed at his back with her other hand.

Gwen 1 smelt almost the same thing except the honey touched on burnt and the air was as if lightening would strike at any moment. She let him urge her, not that she needed any encouragement but the push always gave her a little thrill. She parted her lips and sunk deep down onto his cock almost immediately, her tongue lashing his shaft with a fervor, chasing every shiver she could coax from his body. She bobbed up and down quickly and would sink deep, taking him into her throat every half dozen or so stretches like some kind of rhythm. Her tongue curled around the head of his shaft on the way up, only to trap him between the roof of her mouth and her tongue as she slid back down, a swift and merciless vice.

Heath’s hips bucked reflexively as Gwen 1 did the thing with her tongue that he enjoyed so much. As his head tipped back faintly, the tiny hairs teasing Prime’s clit pulled her slender body toward his face, his beard hairs delivering her warm, tight sex to his eager mouth. He sucked, making no attempt to disguise the slurping sound as he sucked on her mound and slid his tongue inside of her pussy.

The precise work of his beard hairs left Gwen’s clit exposed and outthrust while his tongue curled upward inside her and he continued to squeeze her breast.

Heath’s hips bucked again as G1 took him deep again. Number one gave the best head, by far. It was strange, he sometimes mused, that each of her duplicates excelled in faintly different ways. There was still so much to learn about their “Gifts,” ten years into a golden retirement and he was still learning things about his own abilities—all the more reason to succumb to the Foundation’s supervision.

Heath rewarded Prime for G1’s expertise, thrashing his tongue and shaking his head from side to side. Prime always had to be treated like she was in first place, Heath had learned that about her. They all kind of felt envious of each other—but when the originator is jealous of her clones… it makes for difficult conversations.

Now Heath made sure to tend to Prime’s needs first and foremost. Even if Gwen 1 gave the best head.

Gwen Prime quivered beneath his tongue, curling her fingers in his hair and gripping hard as he worked her towards an orgasm. She was the most selfish and greedy - and she was proud of that. Her clones were more inclined to suck dick and work for things than she was but Prime was here to get off and if she didn't, well, hell if she'd meet Heath the next time he asked her. She'd find a more than willing lover anywhere. Maybe just not as skilled, that'd be the draw.

She may have to force her clones to do so though, especially Gwen 1. Even 2, 3 and 4 were more amiable to obeying Prime's wishes than 1 was. Gwen 1 was always just a snatch away from being Prime and Gwen Prime had to wield her control of them with an iron fist if she didn't want to be replaced any time soon. It had definitely made her more forceful in other areas as a consequence though.

She ground down against Heath's face with vigor, as if she didn't give a fuck if she suffocated the man between her thighs. Her cries of ecstasy punctuating the slurping noises and bodies clashing in the room.

Gwen 1 was practically choking on Heath, determined to make him the happiest man on Earth. Like that cock was some kind of oxygen tube, she might die without it. If barely breathing while sucking cock was a prideful art then Gwen 1 was a master of it, she knew exactly when to take a quick breather and dive back down with nary a moment, she was rarely missed. She'd choke herself on purpose, gagging, just so he'd feel her throat constrict around his shaft. Her saliva stringing between his cock and her lips whenever she'd breathe, an inch or so connecting them and then she'd dive again. Fueled by her sex and a soul deep need to please her lover.