She rushed to the stairwell, past the sign reminding students that running and flying in the halls was prohibited, down the stairs and out the front.
"Freedom!" She yelled with her arms in the air.
"Sheesh, you dork. It's just school, not prison."
Taylor grinned a little wider. She turned to face the love of her life. "Says you. They don't let you fly places, you can't have sex when you want and you have a state-mandated length of time where you have to be there, so it might as well be." Taylor nodded seriously, as she imparted this grave truth. The silly smile somewhat ruined the image, though.
"Goof." Emma playfully derided, as she pulled Taylor in for a kiss. Taylor met it readily and pulled Emma closer, wrapping both her arms and her downy, white wings. Emma broke the kiss but deepened the embrace. "Mmmm," Emma hummed, "Angels give the best hugs. Naga lovers just don't know what they're talking about." Taylor giggled.
They walked, hand in hand, to Taylor's home by the docks. When they entered, Taylor called out, "Mom! I'm home!" She waited for a beat. "Dad? Anyone home?" Emma gave her a playful smile. "Oh my," Taylor said with an insincere tone, "We appear to be all alone! Whatever shall we do, all by ourselves on a day when we have cause to celebrate? Perhaps we could play a board game or watch the television?"
Emma placed her hands on Taylor's hips and pulled her close. "I think I might know something we could do." She said, breathily.
"Oh?" Taylor responded. "What would that be?"
Emma smiled and pushed Taylor onto the living room couch. Taylor squawked in surprise and pain. Emma's smile quickly morphed into a frown of worry as she realized her blunder. Taylor's wings had bent in an awkward fashion when she fell. Emma quickly helped her up.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't think, and I just..." Taylor cut her off.
"It's ok, Emma. I'm fine. Just a bit of a jolt."
"You're sure?" Emma fretted.
"Weeell," The Angel said, drawing out the 'e', "I suppose you could... Kiss it and make it better?"
Emma slowly regained her smile. "Well then, which wing got hurt then?"
Taylor turned around and pulled her long, brown hair out of the way. "The left, between the joint and the base."
Emma traced her fingers lightly along the bone of the wing from the tip, inwards. Taylor shivered at the gentle touch. "Here?" Emma asked as she planted a kiss.
"No." Taylor said. "Lower."
"Here?" Emma kissed the wing again.
"No," Taylor's breath hitched, "a bit lower still."
"Here then." Emma kissed the joint where wing met back, an erogenous zone for nearly all winged humanoids. Taylor was no exception.
"Yes!" She gasped. Emma smiled and took off Taylor's shirt.
"Hmmm. This seems serious. I don't think one kiss is going to make this better. Going to need.. A lot of kisses." She paused. "That sounded way sexier and cooler in my head."
Taylor smiled at her. "I still think you're sexy and cool."
Emma huffed. "You think Mouse Protector and Armsmaster are both sexy and cool."
"They are! For, you know, people our parents age..." Emma laughed as Taylor trailed off.
"Dork." Emma said as she pulled Taylor close to her. Her left hand moved between Taylor's wings and found all those little spots that left Taylor breathless. Her right snaked around Taylor's front and down, into her pants.
Emma wanted to make up for nearly ruining the moment twice, so she kept quite as she played Taylor's body like an instrument. In her opinion, the sounds Taylor made were almost musical, so instrument was appropriate. Her long familiarity with Taylor's body let Emma keep her at the edge of an orgasm. Taylor's breath grew ragged as she tried to push and buck against Emma's hand to gain that last bit of friction to push her over the edge, but Emma would pull away at the last second. It was an old game between the two of them and Taylor knew how to end it.
"Please Emma. I need you in me..." Emma smiled. In an instant, she went from gentle to firm. She bit down on the slope of Taylor's neck, took a firm hold of the Angel's wing and plunged her fingers into Taylor's dripping pussy.
Taylor screamed with pleasure, tensed for a long moment, then fell limply against Emma. The Tamer whispered soft nothings, assurances of love and complements to her beauty, into her lover's ear.
* * *
2 hours later
Annette Hebert opened the front door to her house with only a bit of difficulty and immediately noticed the smell. She wheeled herself into her home as quietly as she could, cursing the small squeak of her chair. She came to the living room and leaned forward, over the couch. There was her daughter and her daughter's Tamer, asleep together with all their clothes on. Annette knew better.
She shook her head. If her mother had caught her having sex at 13, the righteous bitch would have put aside her qualms about corporal punishment and gone for the switch. And rightly so.
Annette sighed. The world had changed so much...
"Good morning, sleepyheads!" Annette called out. Taylor squeaked in surprise and fell off of Emma and then the couch.
"That was mean Mrs. Hebert." Emma said with an impish smile that belied her disapproving tone. Annette wheeled her way around the couch to help her daughter up. She knew how annoying landing on your wings could be.
"You and Taylor are practically married. You can call me Annette or mom, you know." Annette said.
Emma blushed a bit and mumbled, "Still feels a bit too weird..."
"Everyone feels that way about talking to your significant other's parents at first. You get used to it as you get older." Annette started moving towards the kitchen. "What do you two feel like for dinner?"
Taylor's face grew concerned. "I can make dinner, Mom. You go si... Rest." Annette waved her off.
"I'm crippled, not helpless." Annette said, bluntly, before noticing the look on Taylor's face. "You've been a lot of help since the accident, Taylor, but sometimes you just want to cook for your family."
Taylor frowned a little less and said, "Alright, but call if you need anything from up high, Ok?"
Annette smiled and turned towards Taylor fully. She spread her four, luminous, white wings wide and demonstrated a little known fact: Archangels don't need to flap their wings to fly. She hovered in place for a moment, before letting herself sink back into her chair.
Dinner was Chicken Alfredo.
* * *
2 months later
Summer passed by in a blur for the two girls. Taylor fretted over her mother and was sickeningly sweet with Emma in a way only young lovers could manage. Emma, a natural beauty in her own right, landed a modeling job and was sickeningly sweet with Taylor in the way only young lovers can manage. Annette found herself pregnant with a second child and was cranky as hell with everyone in the way only a pregnant woman in a wheelchair can get away with. Danny secretly prayed to whatever deity sent him his precious wife that the new child would be a boy. He couldn't take more estrogen.
These lazy days filled with love seemed like they would last forever.
* * *
Emma and Taylor talked continuously about nothing in particular in the back of Mr. Barns' car. They were on the way back from one of Emma's photo shoots. Emma was complaining about the dorky sweater the cameraman had put her in when the car came to a screeching halt. The girls' seat belts engaged with the sudden force of the stop.
Two cars had come out of a parking lot and were now parked, lengthwise, across the street, blocking them. Alan shifted into reverse but stopped as a pickup pulled out behind him. With growing panic, he put the suburban into drive and tried to escape down the adjacent alley. This path, too was cut off and it began to sink in. They were well and truly trapped.
A young thug in green and red unceremoniously smashed the rear, passenger side window with a bat and reached in to open the door. Emma screamed as she was bodily hauled out of the car.
"Emma!" Taylor screamed as she ripped her seatbelt off and climbed after her. She began to glow with a harsh light, a warning to her enemies as to what was coming for them.
"Ah, ah, ah, girly," the thug tutted as he held a knife to Emma's throat. "Wouldn't want me to slip now." The threat was clear. Taylor gritted her teeth and reigned in her aura. "That's a good girl. Now that we're all acquainted, let's get down to business." He smiled cruelly as a pair of long, spider like legs emerged from his back. "My lovely Tamer over there," he pointed towards the mouth of the alley at an ugly, scarred woman, "doesn't like it when pretty little bitches cross her territory without paying the toll.
"Now there are a couple ways you can pay the toll. The two of you could get on your knees and service the boys. But I notice how you're getting. A pair of rug munchers like you? Nah. Won't go for it. The other option is for the two of you to not be so pretty anymore." Cold dread filled the girls' stomachs as the Orb Weaver gestured with his knife. "So what'll it be?" He pointed the tip of his knife at each feature he named, "Nose? Ears? Lips? Or a single eye? I'd go with the eye personally, but to each his own!"
Emma looked Taylor right in the eyes and said, "I choose the balls." The spider's eyes widened as he rushed to cross his legs, only for Emma to slam the back of her head into his nose. He cursed and grabbed his face. Emma used the opportunity to duck under his arms and out of his grasp. He snarled and reached for her again, only to find Taylor flying directly at his face.
Her fist met his ruined nose with a sickening crunch and a flash of light. His head was launched back and his body followed after. He crashed into the wall of the alley and crumpled to the ground. Taylor panted with the sudden exertion.
A slow clap filled the night air. The scarred woman seemed bored as she gestured lazily to two large men covered in chitinous spines. "Kill them." She said simply.
They stepped forward, their bulk filling the alley. They radiated menace right up until the point where two crossbow bolts pinned their feet to the concrete. The high pitched screaming kind of threw off the atmosphere.
All eyes track the path of the bolts to the rooftop, where a black figure in a cheap, white mask. She, and her femininity was barely recognizable, jumped from the roof, turning to shadow on the way down. She landed with inhuman grace.
"Run, Prey."
Every Metahuman recognized that voice. The voice of another Sukie on the verge of becoming Feral. The voice of someone who will kill and eat you if given the chance.
The thugs ran. The two that were pinned messily pulled the bolts out of their feet and hobbled away as fast as they could. Emma and Taylor stood guard over Mr. Barnes, who had been knocked out by one of the assailants.
The figure in black turned towards the two girls and made a show of studying them. She approached slowly like a stalking lioness. She sniffed the air and her head twitched back and forth between the two of them. After an agonizingly long wait, the near Feral girl slunk over to Emma, violating her personal space. Emma tried to remain calm.
"Strong." The wild girl said. "Afraid, but you didn't let it stop you. Didn't let it rule you. Been looking for someone like you." She paused, as if saying the next bit was painful. "Take me. Please. I'm on the edge. I need." She spat the next words. "To be Tamed. Couldn't lie there for a weakling. Please."
Emma looked to Taylor, the unspoken question asked. Taylor was conflicted. Emma was hers. Had always been hers. But Feralness was a fear common to all Sukies. Taylor steeled her heart and nodded to Emma.
Emma gulped and nodded back. "Ok. We do kinda owe yo-" She was cut off by as the hooded girl tore off her mask and did her best to shove her tongue down Emma's throat. Her hands roamed roughly over the red head's body, grasping and squeezing. "Sophia." She said in a moment of pause, "So you know which name to scream."
"Emma." Was the reply.
With that exchange done, Sophia resumed her molestation of Emma.
Taylor watched with mixed feelings as her Tamer began to have sex with a total stranger. Sophia was pretty, in an athletic sense, all corded muscles and strong curves. Her hood pulled back to reveal pitch black cat ears and her cloak and body suit were soon tossed aside, revealing matching stripes of fur running down her side and back. A long, graceful tail sat above her pert buttocks and flicked back and forth. She was, in a word, hot. As hell even. Jealousy reared its head. Taylor could not just sit here and watch.
Quietly, She snuck up behind the Shadowcat as she moaned her approval of Emma's motions against her soaked panties. Taylor's hands circled underneath Sophia's arms and firmly grabbed ahold of her breasts. Sophia yowled in surprise.
"You didn't think I would just let some strange Sukie fuck my Tamer without me being right here in case you got violent, did you?" Taylor whispered. With Sophia's tail rising up between her legs, Taylor began to grope and tweak. It was too much and Sophia came screaming.
The initial bond between Sukebe's Children and there lovers is intense. Pleasure greater than the orgasm itself suffused Sophia's body, giving her an immense feeling of satisfaction and belonging. Taylor and Emma knew that Sophia would be blissed out and useless for the rest of the night and most of the next day. Getting Tamed was intense like that. They looked around the blocked alley at the broken glass and the unconscious bodies and asked the same question to each other simultaneously.
"Now what?"
* * *
Love Lift Us Up 2
"I won't do it!"
Emma sighed as her harem argued. The months after she had tamed Sophia had been Trying. She had thought that those first few weeks after Taylor thresholded would be the most awkward of her life, full of redefined relationships and new responsibilities. She had been wrong.
"You already fight criminals! It's not that different, you'll just have people to work with you! People to help you!"
Taming Sophia was extremely different from Taming Taylor. Emma had known Taylor since they were babies. Their mothers liked to tell the story of how Zoe had wheeled little three month old Emma down to Annette's house to see the newborn Taylor. Emma literally knew Taylor better than she knew herself. So when their relationship changed from friends to 'Tamer and Sukie', it was just a matter of adding new things to what she knew about Taylor.
"I'm not a Hero, I'm a Vigilante! I'm not the fluffy kitten that wears bows and goes to photo shoot and press releases! I am a dangerous Predator!"
"Sure, you're the terror that flaps in the night and melts into a ball of fluff and purring if you scratch behind her ears just right."
