"So, sticking fingers in a teenage girl's ass without warning them first," I added. To emphasize my point, I clenched my sphincter, squeezing his fingers.

He shrugged. "Okay, you got me."

"Mmmm, maybe," I agreed. "But the night's still young, I think I can top that one."

"You're the one with super strength," he replied, brushing some stray hair out of my face before kissing me. "I couldn't stop you, even if I wanted to."

"Good point," I agreed, then I started kissing down his chest, kneeling in front of him. I ran my tongue along his shaft, tasting the mix of my juices and his cum, plus the faint metallic flavor of blood from my no longer restored maidenhead. I wrapped my lips around his head and slowly drew him into my mouth, then swallowed as I pushed forward, bringing him into my throat. He groaned and gripped my hair. I considered letting him do me this way, but rejected the idea, pulling away.

I looked up at Michael and smiled. "Remember what I said about gentle?"

"Yeah, I remember," he confirmed.

"Well, it'll have to wait for another night," I informed him, standing and kissing him hard. Sharing our combined flavors. I shuddered in pleasure again when he swallowed his part of the mix. Oh yeah, this is going to be one hell of a night.

Chapter 404 — Amelia / Taylor

A/N— More Smut! Unlike the bonus chapter of Vicky and Chevalier going at it, this one is officially a chapter unto itself. It has PLOT!

But mostly it's just lesbian sexy time.

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The festivities behind us, we retired to our home. We hesitated for a moment, a flicker of thought jumping between us. Do it.

Taylor looked over me and laughed. "You're really demanding, sometimes."

I batted my eyes at her. "You know you want to."

AgreementLoveAnticipation. A wide smile crept over her angular face, reminding me for the millionth time that, through some miracle, shy, perverse little Amy Dallon grew up and married a smart, sweet, loving woman. Who just so happened to have the body of a supermodel. "Mrs. Amelia Hebert."

My heart fluttered. I was going to get a lot of mileage out of that. Well, time to put Rapture's advice to heart. "Good. Time for me to..." I hesitated for a moment, afraid I was about to make myself look stupid. It only lasted a second, I didn't care. She married me, looking stupid in front of each other was part of the contract. "Reward you." SurpriseConfusionInterest. Well, that's something. Proves Rapture was at least a little right. Gave me confidence for the next part.

I reached up and slipped my fingers through Taylor's beautifully cared for hair. She anticipated the kiss, was even happy to do it, in the same way she was happy to hold me. But that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted her to be eager for it. I twirled my fingers in her hair and formed a fist, tugging her head. SurpriseThrillWhat'sGottenIntoYou? I pulled her into what would be our third real kiss. Second if you discounted the first as not really being us, and Taylor not even having memory of it. She kissed back softly, shyly even.

Not enough, not this time. I squeezed her hair a little harder. She moaned into my mouth, and it wasn't just from the shock or pain. I could sense her arousal, as her body reacted to what I was doing. Her tongue tangled with mine as she reached and grabbed my hair, preventing me from breaking the kiss. But eventually, we had to come up for air. She smiled hungrily. "So, is that what Rapture told you to do?"

"Her strategy. My tactics." SmugAppealingToMyCompetitiveSide. Exactly. Not like I expected to keep it a secret from you.

She leaned forward, and her forehead rested on mine. "So, what does that make me? The enemy team?"

I had two and a half years of knowing her, and two of them more intimately than any two people should be capable of. Rapture said she wanted to yield, to let someone else be in control, but she was still competitive as ever. "More like the battlefield itself." I brought my knee up into her crotch, violently. "And the prize to be won."

LoveDesireWhyDidThatTurnMeOn? There was no risk of my display hurting her. Our armor was such that there was no way we could hurt each other through it. Not with mere physical attacks, at least. I moved quickly, using the combat training that came from our equipment and years of practice, knocking her legs out from under her and lifting her up. If we were being honest, I only had the strength thanks to the armor, and the skill thanks to Taylor not resisting. I walked toward our front door, carrying her bridal style. It was a silly practice, it was unnecessary, and it was so much fun. I carried her through the threshold of our home together.

This time, she initiated the kiss, gripping me and locking her mouth to mine, obscuring my face. TrustMeToGuideYou. I felt the pressure of my armor, her exerting light control over the legs, bidding me to continue walking. Our hair, mussed by a combination of the effort to force it to be perfect for the wedding, and the rough treatment we'd given each other earlier, became an effective blinding screen around us. She stopped using the armor to control my movements, instead guiding me through our bond. It was an act of trust, of sharing control.

I felt wetness on my face not related to our admittedly less than expert attempts at kissing. I'm crying? WhyAmICrying? We broke the kiss for a fit of giggles.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Taylor muttered, blushing profusely. She didn't break eye contact. But our eyes were the least of the ways we could see one another.

"You can still back out," I offered. I envisioned what I was going to do to her. We couldn't convey images yet, but we could convey ideas. Meanwhile, I was still following her near automatic directions. I carried her down the staircase without even trying to see where I was going. I don't need to see, I have her to guide me.

Her smile went from shy to predatory. "Oh, we both know that's not going to happen. Taylor Hebert does not back down from anyone." She leaned in, brushing her lips against my ear as she whispered. "Not even her wife."

I moaned a little, and bit her neck. The taste was a rather unpleasant mix of makeup and sweat from the dancing. I loved it anyway. I loved the mewling sound she made a great deal more. "Talking about yourself in third person? I thought you got over that supervillain phase."

I bit down harder and she writhed against me. "Bad girl." A thought opened the door to our bedroom. I couldn't even tell if it was Taylor's thought or my own, it would respond to either of us. We hesitated for a moment as I set her down and the door closed behind us.

There was nothing in this room we hadn't seen a hundreds of times before, but somehow there was a new meaning in it, in what we both had no doubts was going to happen in just a few short minutes. We slipped out of our uniforms, a process more like molting than undressing, leaving us in the light shorts and t-shirts we tended to use as both underarmor and sleepwear. Those are on the list of things no longer allowed in our bed. Taylor looked at me, it took her a moment to puzzle out the sentiment.

I walked forward, wrapping my hands around her. Our bodies pressed together, the warmth of our body heat and the pleasure of skin on skin instead of inch thick Endbringer hybrid biotech that could shrug off antitank weaponry. She hesitated for a moment, apparently she liked it better with the armor on. Right, Rapture's advice. I have to take charge, and I have to do it completely.

I moved my hands up to her chest, brushing over her petite, but incredibly firm breasts. I squeezed them, eventually finding her smallish nipples through the fabric. She shuddered at the sensation. Oh, I am going to have fun with these. NervousDesireApprehensionAreWe— If you want to back out, I won't stop you. But I'm going to at least force you to say it. I pushed, and she fell back onto the bed. I was on her a moment later, straddling her hips, pinning her shoulders down. She wriggled, pretending to struggle, putting enough effort into it that she might even have broken someone else's hold.

I slid down slightly, shuddering involuntarily as my sensitive pussy rubbed against her through the flimsy excuse for clothing. I probably left a streak of moisture down her navel to just above her own sex. She gasped. PleasureDesireSurprise.

I smiled down at her beautiful face wreathed in that luxurious dark hair she loved so much. I had to admit, it was one of my favorite features. But she had a lot of features I liked. I let go of her shoulders to cup them and squeeze her breasts together. Her hands came up, grabbing my upper arms, digging her fingers into my skin as she moaned and writhed beneath me. The flush of her face her face wasn't the result of the makeup anymore.

I regretfully took my hands away from her body, reaching up and grabbing hers, then leaning forward as I slammed them hard into the bed again. SurpriseDesireWhy? "I'm in control here." My voice was low, husky with desire. What was it about this that makes people feel like they have to whisper? "You're not allowed to touch me, or yourself, until I give you permission. And that's not going to happen until you beg me for it."

I felt that same stubborn will surge up as her eyes locked on mine. "Is that so? Do you think I'm so easy to break?"

I smiled down at her, confident. "I won't even need to use my powers."

FearAnticipationDetermination. This is going to be a challenge. I put my hands under my sides, grabbing the shirt and sports bra, pulling them off together. Her lack of interest in my body was disappointing, but hardly unexpected. I still had every intent of making her love it by the end of the night. I slipped down a little further, finding myself near her knees. I traced my hands along her slender hips, tugging her shorts down just enough to expose her slit, hidden behind a mound of dark hair. ShyShouldHaveShavedMy. No. I'm more than happy with this.

I leaned in and kissed just above the fur, then slowly dragging my mouth further down. Her hips bucked up, anticipating what came next. She'd be anticipating for a while longer. I moved up again, kissing my way along her stomach. DisappointmentDesireNeedDetermination. Good, I'd actually be disappointed if she caved that easily. I let my hands move along her hips, along her ribs. Sadly, she really wasn't ticklish, that could have been fun.

I slipped my hands into her shirt, pushing it up. She shifted her back to let me remove the garment, and I learned I could still be more turned on as I watched her well defined muscles shift. I'd better be careful, or it's going to be me begging before the end of this. I stopped removing her shirt just as it slipped over her face. Her arms above her head, her body so tantalizingly vulnerable. I kept a hand on her shirt, keeping her from moving it without breaking the no touching rule. I leaned down, running by tongue between her breasts. The same salty flavor, but without the makeup. This, I can learn to like.

I moved my other hand behind her back, searching. This is why I use sports bras, such a pain to—

"The clasp is in the front." Taylor's voice startled me.

"Thank you," I muttered, feeling utterly mortified. So much for 'I'm going to make you beg for it' girl. I pulled my hand up and easily undid the clasp, exposing her breasts. It wasn't the first time I'd seen them, wasn't even the first time I'd felt them against me, if through clothes. But it was the first time I'd ever got to enjoy them like this. They weren't that large, barely filling out a 'b' cup, but they were beautiful, perky and without a blemish on them. Her nipples were small, but stiff, jutting up at me. GoAheadIWantThis. That ended my hesitation, and I brushed my lips softly against her right nipple, sucking it slowly into my mouth.

My lover, my general, my wife moaned beneath me, arching her back. I bit down softly, and maybe I cheated a little with the powers. I didn't use them to influence her body, but I had absolute knowledge of how her physiology worked. Every nerve, every sensitive spot, a roadmap to what she loved most. I dug my fingers into her sides, gripping her narrow waist. She gasped as I hit an erogenous zone she didn't even know she had.

I pulled myself up a little more, moving in for another kiss. Pinned as she was, I controlled the tempo, kissing her forcefully, pressing her down into the bed for minutes as my hands explored her body. I broke the kiss eventually, resting my head on her shoulder. You're mine, now and forever. No one will ever be able to know you the way I know you. And I love every part of you, inside and out. She whimpered, bringing her trapped arms up, before reluctantly dropping them back down to the bed. ILoveYouSoMuchICan'tEvenBelieveIt.

My hand snaked down, slipping through her dense fuzz and finding her soaking wet labia. Taking confidence from the information my powers gave me, the position I had Taylor in, and years of practice I had with my own body. Hopefully that and enthusiasm would make up for the part where I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. She thrust up immediately, spreading her legs as best she could, inviting me to explore her depths. I drew my hand away quickly.

"Technically, I think that counts as you touching me." I whispered in her ear. HorrorDisappointmentNoDon't. "But I'll forgive you this time. Remember, you have to hold still. Unless you're ready to give in?"

WantToSoBadNotHappening. "I don't cave so easily."

"I was hoping you'd say that." I brought my hand up near her face, letting her smell her own arousal as I pulled her shirt up over her face, giving her use of her arms again. I looked into her gorgeous eyes, and slowly sucked my already wet fingers into my mouth. Yum. It really wasn't that different than my own, but considering our diets were pretty much identical, that probably made sense. AweDesireYouLikeMyTaste?

To answer her unspoken question, I turned around, laying opposite of her, and pushed her shorts and underwear down past her knees. She pulled them off with her feet and kicked them across the room, the wad of clothes finding a spot on her dresser. I smiled, that'll be a fun reminder in the morning. I crawled between her legs, resting my elbows on either side of her hips as she spread her legs for me, radiating anticipation and need. I gripped her ass and legs, pulling them apart to expose her body as intimately as her mind and soul already were. Her aroma was intoxicating.