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.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Estes, Bobby, Lyra and Vince
Inwardly, Charlemagne sighed as she followed the three students into her office. Bobby was glaring at Vince, though she could tell the smaller boy did not feel one iota of regret at his psyche sharing. Lyra, on the other hand, looked ready to explode. Which, given the girl's abilities, would NOT do in a flying school. Sure, the school was spelled, warded, watched and protected against student damage, though the students attempted to rage against these rules and runes. At the very least it kept Captain "Estes-this-is-NOT-how-we-do-things- Halifson busy. Estes, coughed slightly over her snort of laughter at the busybody captain, as she focused on the kids now sitting in front of her desk.

"Bobby and Vince, I expect that you know the rules of Astralis. You've been here long enough to know that fighting and projecting are both power-draining offenses. I also expect that two of my stro-" Estes choked on the word before remembering the scant abilities of Vince, she pivoted, "two of MY students would set the example for a new student."

"But Miss..!" Bobby started before Charlemagne held up a hand to stall him. She sat at her desk, crossed her legs, and eyed the three young adults across from her. Bobby was beautiful in that dumb jock kind of way, pretty, and she knew why he had been gagged in Vince's little broadcast- she would've gagged him too. Lyra watched her silently, her pouty lips slightly pursed. She was beautiful and terrifying, like a wave you knew could very well drown you, but you couldn't look away. Then Vince, his power had barely begun to show, his emotional aura showed that he would have great power, but it hadn't yet been tapped. He too, was gorgeous in that way that reckless young adults often are, both enticing and exhausting.

"Bobby and Lyra, you will go finish your flying lessons. Bobby you will report to Capt. Halifson for cleanup duty for attempting to hurt another student. DO NOT let me catch you pulling this shit again." She used her stern voice and projected calm acceptance to Bobby. "Lyra, please finish your flying lesson, and please enjoy your free time. I would hope that you know you are always welcome in my office to talk about any needs you may be having." Charlemagne, smiled over at the girl, a little teasing glint in her eyes, she projected a small thrill of lust to the student to underpin her words. "Now. Get out." she said sternly. "Vince you will stay."

Charlemagne waited for the other two to file out and kept her eye contact with Vince, not once looking away from him. She stayed quiet for a moment after they were alone. "Vince, you've tied my hands. A full psychic link with images is incredible. However, broadcasting without consent, and broadcasting sexual images are both forbidden. You know you have to have better control of your power. I will be checking in with Dr. Mire to find out how your lessons are proceeding and what we need to tamp down your inability to stop yourself. This cannot continue like this. Furthermore, you know I have to put you in the drain for an hour."

She hated using the power drain equipment. The students left feeling like death and despair, often suffering from PTSD, depression and anxiety. It was however, unparalleled in ensuring students fell into line, that they behaved and became the good supers that the ENDF required. She hadn't lied when she said she had no choice, the overseers at ENDF made sure that she used the drain in instances like this. Though she never used it for the days at a time that they prescribed. She kept the drain time short, or as short as she could while still looking like she was being the obedient headmistress she was supposed to be.

"Let's go"

Standing up, she headed through another door in her office. Into a small side atrium, at one time the space had been a get away for the head master of the school. A private greenhouse with a small fountain and greenery that had once soothed the spirits of former staff. Now though, it was all dead. The fountain didn't dance with a small tinkling of water, the plants didn't move with the soft sway of the flying school. No, now they stood as dead guards to the behemoth closet at the back of the room, that riddled the beautiful stone pathways with cords and plugs, the mechanical whir dominated the space now. Char detested this room, this machine. She locked the door behind the two of them and gestured towards the machine for Vince to walk into.

She ignored his huff and how his eyes bored into her back as she prepped the equipment to start it up. He moved into the closet like space and turned to stare at her, his anger barely veiled. She dropped her eyes and prepared to hit the final sequence that would close the door on him and unlock the door behind her.

"BOOM!! CRASSH!!"

The sounds of a distant explosion rocked the little room and set off the equipment to start hissing angrily at her. Attempting to restart the fucking machine she unplugged and plugged it back in again. Nothing. She sighed and reached for the door, knowing that she would have to call the help line.

"Come on-" she sighed at the man as she finally looked up and met Vince's eyes. Vince's glowing eyes. Vince's glowing eyes with barely restrained hatred rolling off of him in waves that battered her against the door. She raised her hands in a gesture of goodwill and supplication to him, at the same moment she decided she wanted a fucking raise.

 

[LitShark]

Prof. Dunbar (Faculty Promenade Lounge)


Moaning into Prime’s pussy in response to 1’s expert ministrations. Heath had to stop feeling these feelings for G1, these thoughts about preferring her over her Prime self. He pulled 1 by the hair and stepped over her shoulder to sink his balls in her mouth, leaving his hard, glistening cock waiting for when Prime was at the peak of her climax.

It was dangerous to imagine upsetting the order of clones—the study of her gifts had determined beyond a doubt that Gwen diminished as she crafted more clones. It wasn’t insane to imagine that allowing 1 to usurp Prime (in whatever form that took) might diminish the poor girl in a way that she couldn’t recover from.

But damn if that mouth didn’t work magic…

Heath’s jaw was beginning to ache as Prime fucked his mouth greedily. Hell, he couldn’t lie—he liked how assertive Prime was. Most students looked up to him and craved his approval—some of the girls looked at him like a God. Hell, some treated him like a God. He’d been a hero! But to Gwen Prime, he was just the most useful toy she’d encountered yet. It was hot, but frustrating.

He squeezed her breast harder and released 1’s head long enough to reach up and slip his thumb into her asshole while his tongue thrashed, curled and writhed inside her like it was trying to burrow a pathway to her naval.

All at once, his hairs released her and his mouth sucked loudly on her mound as blood-flow returned to her clit.

When at last she was cumming, Heath lowered her onto his thick cock—it seemed impossible that it could fit inside her, until it did. Prime was accustomed to taking his big cock. 1 was still very tight and as far as he knew, 2 through whatever were still virgins. Would they have hymens? Or did they replicate her anatomy as it was when they were cloned?

Something to explore under the guise of research.

“Lick my ass!” Heath panted, bouncing Prime’s athletic body in his lap before diving back into a lewd, deep kiss.

Faster and faster, Heath was pounding her deepest parts with the head of his big cock.






Vince (Headmistress’ Office)


Vince pressed his lips together as his rivals were invited to leave and he was forced to stay and undoubtedly endure some penalty for his transgression. Bobby gave Vince one last glare that said he’d be seeking his own redresses when he was able to escape the vigilant watch of the faculty.

Leaning back against the chair, Vince crossed his arms. Biting back the urge to answer Ms. Estes’ remark with a snarky reply about “tying her hands,” but he kept the remark and the lucid vision of her tied over the top of her desk to himself.

“So I’m getting drained and I have extra homework?” Vince groaned, following to the dreaded device without resistance. To oppose her power now might be taken as an act of aggression, “you don’t think sucking my power might hinder my ability to control it? Hm?”

The locking of the door silenced any further protest. There was no talking his way out of this. Vince knew all along it would end like this, walking the aisle of dead plants with the blue sky passing behind the copper-joined skylights. His heart was beating faster. Even with the unfortunate purpose of this visit to the Headmistress’ debauched atrium, Vince felt a little thrill. They were alone here. No one would know if she decided to let him off—or if he were to somehow overpower her. Dark fantasies he dared not even give vision to.

She couldn’t even look at him as she closed him inside the glass chamber and threw the lever.

At first, it was that familiar ache—like a soul starvation played on fast forward. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to cry out, but the pain got worse—and worse—then suddenly shot through the roof by factors. His eyes pinched shut and his mouth opened wide—his lungs too crushed to make an audible scream.

It felt like something within him broke—imploded in on itself and bust back outward again in luminous glory.

When his eyes opened again they were glowing iridescent purple around black irises. Beyond the world he knew before, he could sense the minds of every student, staff and faculty aboard the entire vessel. They were open to him, like maps leading to each individual’s secrets.

Estes—no, Char was laid so open to his sudden and newfound power that he implanted her with his fantasy on sight. Her wrists bound across her desk, Lyra’s panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure, Vince hammering her wet pussy from behind with his big dick. The fantasy was a union of their individual minds, details that only he knew, others that only she knew. The Headmistress’ Gifted mind was suddenly like a sock puppet to Vince, and he intended to get inside her.

“How long have you wanted this?”

Yes. This was her fantasy. She was guilty of projecting it to him.

“Are your hands tied?”

They weren’t, but it didn’t stop Vince from pinning them above her head as he strode forward. His sudden expulsion of Extra-Normal power caused the dead plants to revive, turn green, flower, fruit and flower again.

Vince grabbed Char’s large breasts in his strong hands, squeezing them and pushing them up against her chest, pushing her hard against the door.

“This was all a ploy to get me alone. You just wanted me to fuck you.”

There was no question. It was so just by his saying so.

 

[monique_minx]

Lyra with Bobby (On the way to the Atrium)

Lyra felt an uncomfortable little thrill run up her spine in the way the headmistress had gently spoken to her but then sent this little wave of lust as if to imply there was some sort of undertone to her words. When they were dismissed though, she and Bobby didn't need to be told twice, they'd dashed out the door just as fast as they could.

"Well this wasn't the way I thought our afternoon would go. At least you get to finish flying lessons with me before you have to see the Captain...perhaps we could, uh, draw that out some?" Lyra looked at Bobby pointedly as they walked.

"That, uh, that vision was weird huh? It kind of gave me ideas though."

Bobby stopped as she said that and Lyra almost slammed into him, she asked, "What?"

At the look on his face though, she could see he was not impressed, "Oh come on Bobby, obviously I didn't mean Vince or anything."

She toyed with the collar of his vest and then slid her hands beneath it across his broad chest, her nails lightly teasing his skin.

"But you...and me...fucking midair...now that idea is kind of hot. Hell, I might even let you tie me up a little." She got on her tiptoes so she could whisper that last part hotly in his ear.

Between Vince's little mental intrusion, the pheromones and little waves of lust from Professor Estes, Lyra felt a little pool of moisture forming between her thighs and suddenly the idea of practising flight was less appealing than taking advantage of her super powered boyfriend.

There was an uncomfortable, yet strong psychic flash that hit her a moment after though and she didn't let Bobby see the way she frowned for a moment as she tried to figure out where it came from. When it dissipated and she couldn't trace it, she shrugged it off and refocussed her attention on seducing Bobby. Her hand cupped and massaged the outline of his groin covered by his pants and her hand snaked its way around his shoulder, holding onto him.

"You fucking want me." She could feel the truth of that beneath his pants, she didn't need to ask him or probe his emotions.


Gwen Prime & Gwen 1 (Behind Faculty Promenade Lounge)

Gwen 1 was disappointed at the loss of Heath's cock when he took it from her mouth but his grip in her hair gave her a little thrill and as he stepped over her shoulder, she saw his intent and greedily opened her mouth to suck his balls. She took each in turn like a tiny vacuum, hungry for anything he'd give her.

Gwen Prime had her fingers curled tighter and tighter into Heath's hair, signalling she was getting close to her climax and threatening him all the same with the tightening of her thighs. His thumb reached up and burrowed its way into her ass, it sent her spiralling into a new high. Finally she was overcome and cried out in ecstasy, quivering against his face as she pulled him in tightly and threw her head back.

Heath slowly pulled her to the floor atop his cock and Gwen 1 was forced to relinquish his balls with the movement. Prime moaned with relief as she sunk down on his shaft, he filled her completely, it was glorious! Prime didn't need to work even though she was on top of him, Heath thrust his hips upwards to bounce her on his cock but she helped somewhat anyway because her next orgasm hung in the balance.

“Lick my ass!”

Gwen 1 didn't need to be told twice, she'd waited long enough for their mess of limbs to settle so she wouldn't end up with a broken nose. She dived beneath Prime's ass and used her hands to spread Heath wider. She found his asshole and buried her nose into the separation of his cheeks as her tongue pressed into him. It swirled firmly, she kept immense pressure and didn't let up at first but soon was thrusting her tongue in and out, punching his anus repeatedly.

Prime leaned down to meet him in a kiss. Her tongue was an eager, hungry participant, prodding his with so much fervour and passion like she needed to convey everything with only her tongue. It was then that Gwen 1 licked her way upwards between Heath's ass and into Prime's to give her the same treatment.

That was too much for Prime, she felt the edge come and moaned loudly into Heath's mouth as she bucked against Gwen 1's face, grinding down on Heath's cock as she came. Her toes curled tightly either side of Heath's legs, she shattered hard and clenched around his length as convulsions rolled through her pussy in tight ripples. Gwen 1 reached between her own legs and curled her fingers into her own sopping cunt, fucking herself vigorously as she travelled back down to continue tongue punching Heath's clenched asshole.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

“How long have you wanted this?”

Yes. This was her fantasy. She was guilty of projecting it to him.

“Are your hands tied?”

They weren’t, but it didn’t stop Vince from pinning them above her head as he strode forward. His sudden expulsion of Extra-Normal power caused the dead plants to revive, turn green, flower, fruit and flower again.

Vince grabbed Char’s large breasts in his strong hands, squeezing them and pushing them up against her chest, pushing her hard against the door.

“This was all a ploy to get me alone. You just wanted me to fuck you.”

There was no question. It was so just by his saying so.

"You just wanted me to fuck you." You just wanted me to fuck you, wanted me to fuck you, wanted me... Vince's powerful words repeated in her ears, in her head, through her body, connecting directly to her pussy. Which pulsed between her thighs, already dripping hungrily. Vince's eyes caught her, and she was lost in their fathomless purple depths. She drowned in those depths and lost herself to his fantasies. His fantasies? She felt his pushback that this was all him. It wasn't. Was it?

"...You"

She saw herself bent over the desk, panties in her mouth, being pounded from behind. She moaned with every single forceful thrust into her tight needy body, pushing her hips back against him. Meeting his hunger with her own, her ass in the air, the sound of slapping flesh and the thick scent of sex in the air and in her mouth. She tasted the other woman's cum on her tongue and she sucked on the panties greedily.

"...Just.."

Another scene caught her, dropping her to her knees as her lips sucked Vince's fat cock deep into her throat. Noisily slurping him down and spreading her legs for him to see the wantonness that soaked the thin fabric covering her cunt. He slammed himself into the back of her throat, causing her to gag around him. She did so messily, letting the drool from her mouth drip down the white silk shirt that covered her heaving tits. Her hands remained bound behind her back, but she didn't care, nothing mattered except this cock down her throat.

"...wanted..."

Tumbling further down these fantasies, found her on all fours and tied down to the spanking bench under her. Vince stood behind her, his hands full of her ass, her cheeks already red from the spanking. She raised her ass for him and panted with need.

"Harder, please" she begged.

"Please-what?" he demanded, slapping her ass again.

"Please Sir," she panted, "Mark me as yours".

Where he picked up the bar, she had no idea, but she somehow knew that the steel metal rod was covered with padding, it would take care of the ache in her body to be used so thoroughly. Roughly. Marked and bruised. Claimed.

The bar came down on her ass, pushing her whole frame deeper into the bench. She cried out with the sharp pain, the deep ache, her pussy throbbing in return. She craved more. Harder.

"...me..."

This image that caught her in his trap this time centered around the glint in his eye. The only glint she could see from her position on the bed. Char knew somehow that he wasn't alone, that someone knelt between his legs. But he was watching her intently. She loved the feeling of his eyes on her, those purple depths capturing her, the power she felt in her body as she laid back for him. Char could tell that he wanted to see her open to him, so she gave it to him, spreading her thick thighs, running her fingers over her large tits, pinching her nipples, delicately tapping her fingertips down her soft belly, to her waiting and oozing cunt. She pulled her panties aside and let him see her wetness, dipping her fingers inside her so that she could bring them to her lips.

The bed above her head dipped slightly with another body, once she opened her eyes she found a cock waiting for her lips. Without a word, she devoured the length down her throat, knowing instinctively that was what he wanted.

He wanted?

No.
That wasn't right.

"...to fuck you..."

Char's eyes flew open to meet his. The flowers around them that had once been withered now flooded the room with their scent. Vince eyed her as his hands kneaded her tits, her hands held above her head with his power. She wriggled against his grasp, and she heard him snort softly at her weak attempt to break free. She finally noted his last words, his accusation that she somehow had planned this. Had wanted to be pressed against his thin form, writhing in need.

He shoved his knee between her thighs and without even thinking about it, she rubbed her pussy against his jeans, soaking them as she did so. Like a needy slut she ground her clit into his knee. Another smirk from him. Like he knew what was happening in her head.

She no longer cared. Her pussy demanded more. Char met her student's purple eyes in challenge. She wouldn't shy from this. Laid bare for this powerful man, she would not lie to herself or him.

"Then fuck me like you hate me, Vince."

 

[LitShark]

Vince, (Headmistress’ Private Atrium)


"Then fuck me like you hate me, Vince."


“Yes!” Vince groaned, his grasp on Char’s breasts tugging one button after another free of their eyelets, exposing more and more of his headmistress’ supple, forbidden flesh, “and you’ll yield because you love it!”

Vince dragged his teeth down the side of Char’s throat, lavishing her collarbone with his tongue before raking its length with his teeth. At last, he succumbed to the passion and tore the last few buttons clean off of her blouse, sending them clattering across the floor among freshly fallen fruits and bulbs. He changed the angle of his hands and pulled her enticing breasts free of the fillagree cups of her bra.

When he released her breasts, leaving them exposed and aching for more—the psychic binding of her wrists released as well, allowing her to freely move once more.

Vince was so rough in hiking her tight skirt up and over her thick, round ass that he snapped one of her garter belts and ripped a long run in her stocking. He didn’t waste any time taking her panties off—instead gripping the wet crotch and tearing it from her body with abject disdain for the woman who had unwittingly unleashed this wonderful and terrible power within him. Part of him wondered what had happened—part of him wondered at how easily he wielded this power when much less had seemed uncontrollable less than an hour ago—but most of him didn’t give a fuck.

His belt made a metallic sound as his slacks fell to the floor and his giant cock stood up proudly. Vince had always had a big cock—but it seemed larger than ever, throbbing and dripping warm, clear, precum. Some of the interwoven veins lining the shaft were as large as Char’s ring finger, and Vince didn’t intend to spend any more time on foreplay—not that Char needed it.

Vince smiled triumphantly, squeezing the wide head of his Gifted cock inside his headmistress’ soaking wet pussy.

“Fucking slut,” Vince sneered, one hand raising her leg higher to allow him to push deeper, the other grasping her throat possessively, “you’re cumming already?”

It sounded like a question, and Vince’s expression made it seem like he was genuinely shocked at her, but it was more like a command. A command she was helpless to resist as he continued exporing the depths of his power. He felt her climax, like a hungry fish testing the surface, or a ball of light floating up through her body. He caressed it—somehow. He squeezed it out of her from some place within by means he couldn’t entirely explain—but by the time he spoke her climax into existence, he was bottoming her out against the door at the same moment.

As she opened her mouth wide to cry out, Vince choked her harder and spat into her mouth.

“I own you now, whore! You belong to me!” he didn’t wait for her to come down from the crest of her climax before he began bouncing her round ass against the hidden door, again and again, until the brass and wood door was banging back and forth against its closed latches, “and I’ll share Lyra with you, when the time is right. You’ll taste her cum soon enough—even if Bobby never will.”

Vince let out a broad, derisive laugh from deep in his chest, continuing to pound his stern headmistress against the door that led back to her office.

*-*-*


Bobby, (Atrium)


“B-babe!” Bobby was startled by Lyra’s sudden and very direct attention to the front of his pants, “we’re in public—I—”

Bobby looked around for an excuse, but unfortunately, just about everyone in the Atrium seemed to be overcome by horniness all of a sudden and were making out, or feeling each other up, or dry humping on blankets. Some were even in relationships outside of this impromptu, flash-mob, hook-up pool.

It was true, Bobby wanted her! He wanted to fuck her all the time—fuck her with his enhanced strength—fuck her on the top of the ship—but despite all of this and her eagerness, Bobby was utterly failing to push any lead into his pencil.

“I think we should, um, wait…” it didn’t even sound like him. The Superlative was the least likely to turn down pussy. It was a flimsy excuse and it didn’t get any stronger by his awkward worming away of his hips to escape Lyra’s advances.

Bobby could practically taste the ball-gag in his mouth. And he couldn’t stop imagining her with cum dripping down her face and chin—pouring out of her plush lips in glut after glut. He couldn’t even get his face close to her face right now.

“Er, maybe just start with the flying and—” …and what? Bobby could scarcely look at Lyra, seeing the ground tens of thousands of feet below wasn’t likely to make him less nervous, “and see where that goes?”

He tried to grab her ass through her pleated skirt—but even that seemed awkward and forced—like he was trying to unscrew the cap on a fire hydrant instead of grope his sexy girlfriend’s yearning body. It was strange, he somehow knew that she knew Vince could do better. Maybe she deserved that. She certainly wanted something, and Bobby didn’t have anything for her.


*-*-*


Heath (Behind Faculty Promenade Lounge)


“Uhh, gah!” Heath groaned loudly, his knees shaking as his hips were tossed back and forth by an eager tongue and a grinding pussy—it felt so good and an identical tongue to the one in his ass was holding his mouth open.

Gwen 1 was such a filthy, little slut! Perhaps the best part of hooking up with Gwen Prime was their shared enjoyment of mistreating and humiliating her most capable clone. And whether by nature or nurture, Gwen 1 loved it too!

“Oh fuck yes!” Heath grunted, finally able to wrest his mouth away from Prime, Heath grasped her athletic ass in both hands, letting the thrust of 1’s tongue drive him deep, again and again while pulling Prime back in again.

“So good!”

At the very last second, Heath drew his hips back and dragged his balls over Gwen 1’s face, spurting his cum into 1’s mouth in thick glut after thick glut. A reward for the shameless, oral display she’d put on.

Heath returned to deep kissing Prime as he lowered her onto uncertain legs. He expected Prime to claim her share of his cum before reabsorbing her twin again.

 

[monique_minx]

Lyra (Atrium)

That was not at all what she expected from Bobby and she'd torn her hand away from him as soon as he essentially deflated her. It was then that she noticed how the rest of the school, at least in this section, was behaving.

"What the fuck?..." Lyra said softly as she looked around and felt Bobby clumsily grope her ass as if his heart wasn't in it.

Something was seriously off. Bobby never turned her down for sex, her asking him for it was a fucking dream come true because it was almost always Lyra turning him down. And the rest of the school was certainly not for shying away from their most base instincts but this? This was overkill. Even all of Professor Dunbar's pheromones and Estes' emotion weaving wouldn't whack them all out this sensationally.

Lyra started seeking reasons from the students telepathically but their minds were so fuelled by sex that the comprehensive 'why' was utterly absent. As if they were all just fuelling a primal need. But it was Bobby that she was most worried about. Other than skimming his emotions and shallow desires, Lyra had always avoided invading his mind so that they'd always have secrets and space between them and, above all, he'd never feel like she was invading his privacy. They'd never discussed it, it was just an ethical thing Lyra had always kept up.

Until now.

Lyra looked directly at Bobby and her eyes seemed to glow just a little brighter, her hair started to shine in the afternoon sun and suddenly there she was - right back in Vince's vision. Except it was a little different, a little twisted and it made Lyra blush to stand as a third person watching herself above Bobby as Vince was plunging his huge cock in and out of her mouth while copious amounts of his cum leaked down the sides of her lips and into her hair and yes, straight onto Bobby beneath her. Lyra watched herself practically drowning in it.

'Lord, is his cock actually that big? He had to be exaggerating.' She scoffed to herself.

'Yeah, focus Lyra, not what we're here for.' She scolded herself and returned to staring at Bobby, honing in on his thoughts.

'She likes him better...I deserve this...watching her...so beautiful...'

Lyra gasped and suddenly she was standing back in the Atrium with Bobby who didn't seem to notice she went anywhere else. She felt dirty and tormented. And as she suspected - she felt incredibly guilty for invading his mind.

"Let's go flying, Bobby." She grabbed his hand without looking at his face and marched off to the centre of the Atrium where the roof opened widest above the landing pad.

She was not about to tell him what she'd just seen him thinking about or the fact that she'd entered his thoughts. The Superlative never showed any signs he was beneath anyone, not to Lyra and not to anyone else. It went against everything she thought she knew about Bobby. He was never unsure of himself, never felt unworthy of anything and the worst part of the entire vision was that Lyra thought Bobby even kind of liked it? That part was the most absurd of all.

'No, we'll just go flying, we'll get away for awhile and he'll come good. He'll feel like himself again.' At least that's what Lyra told herself as they took flight.



Gwen Prime & Gwen 1 (Behind Faculty Promenade Lounge)

Gwen 1 worked her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy desperately, she knew Prime would reabsorb her shortly and she just had to orgasm before then. Her tongue never lost it's fervour but it did start to vibrate against Heath's ass as her moans got a little louder, the slapping of flesh seemed to echo off the walls in the room. Gwen 1 finally came and clenched down on her own fingers just as Heath lifted Prime up.

'Fucking yes!' Gwen 1's mouth opened like an eager little retrieval unit while Heath rewarded her with his cum.

Prime felt him slip from her and she kissed him harder, letting him know that she was the one who mattered here. She'd never let either of them forget it either. She pulled from his lips and leaned back, twisting her body slightly towards Gwen 1.

Prime lashed out and grabbed Gwen 1's hair tightly, winding it in her fist to pull her clone closer, "Fucking share it, bitch."

Gwen 1 might've cum all over again if it'd been possible but instead, she opened her mouth to kiss Prime and allowed Heath's seed to spill from her mouth and into Prime's. She whined softly into Prime's mouth, pleading with Prime as she started to shimmer all over. Prime ignored her pleas and suddenly Gwen 1 seemed to meld right into Prime's skin and promptly disappeared.

Prime licked her lips and turned back to Heath, looking over them both, "You've made a right fucking mess of us, Professor."

She grinned and leaned down, her tongue diving into his mouth again as her breasts pressed hard against his chest. Her foot rubbed up and down over his leg as she ensured he knew she was number one here - now and forever.