Supervillains 2 Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Angelina closed the door behind me as I stepped into the office. We'd repurposed the room in the manor for her to use for our therapy sessions. We’d even gotten one of those therapy couches.

"Sit." She was the definition of a professional manner, even if she wasn't dressed exactly for it.

I went over to the couch and laid down. "This good?"

"I said sit, not lay, but whatever works for you." She rolled her office chair around the desk and sat before me with a legal pad. "First off, everything said here will remain confidential. I'm pretty sure I would not just risk my license, but my life, if I discussed these sessions."

Blinking at her, I lifted my body so I could look her in the eyes. "I appreciate the gravity you are giving this, but I'd have trouble killing you." She was growing on me. I wouldn’t call it love, but it was something.

"Stella wouldn't." Angelina didn't miss a beat.

I paused. I wanted to argue, but Stella was incredibly loyal. Angelina might be right on that one. Stella would kill anyone she saw as betraying me in a heartbeat.

"True. Let's not have to deal with that. Okay?"

"I'd prefer to live." Angelina agreed with a slight smile lingering on the corner of her lips. "You have no concern, though. This is my job, and I take it very seriously. And you are incredibly important to me."

Once again, her eyes shined with near reverence towards me.

"But you won’t let your feelings stop you from really breaking me down?" I needed a therapist, not a follower, right now.

"Of course not." She cleared her throat and crossed her legs. "So, shall we get started?"

I leaned back on the couch and prepared to rehash with her the full story. Maybe talk about my feelings.

"So, why have you never visited your parents' grave since you returned to this city?" Angelina hit me with a sucker punch of a question.

I already had my mouth open, a reflex of preparing to answer the easier questions. But I had no answer for the one she had asked.

"From what you've told me, it was easy to look up your original name. I’m pretty sure you know where their graves are. You said you’ve been in Point city for a few years, but I'm fairly sure you haven't taken the time to go see them." She gave me some time to think about my answer.

"My identity is a secret." I said, feeling my skin prickle and goosebumps rise at just the idea of going to see their graves.

"I see. Why don't you tell me about how they died?" Angelina remained poised in her chair.

She had surprised me with the question.

It was opening up old wounds, and I wanted to lash out at her, fight back against her for touching my past. I had expected to drive the conversation, but she was going into places I was less than comfortable.

"I'm sorry, Miles, but this is what we need to do. You've said it yourself. Overcoming part of your past improved your power. If we want to unlock everything, we need to dive into the beginning." Angelina stayed professional.

"They died as 'collateral' damage from a fight with a hero and a villain." I replied with a tense jaw. It was difficult to even say that much.

"Funny, when I looked it up, they were listed in the obituary as dying to a villain attack." Angelina was outwardly calm, but I could see she was having trouble holding her form.

Snorting, I sat up. Laying down suddenly felt too vulnerable. My defenses were rising, and I could feel it. "The heroes were on site when they died."

"You were there?"

"Yeah... I was... a hero saved me before the building collapsed." I hung my head, feelings of guilt that were so far gone built up in me once again.

"Survivor’s guilt is normal. You survived this attack and Fortress’ meltdown." She penned something on her tablet.

"What was that?" I asked sharply.

"Just a note. Do you blame yourself for any of it?"

I frowned at her, very much wanting to see the note, but controlling myself. "No. Of course not. In both instances, I was a powerless teenager. But if my power had come sooner..." I stopped.

"If your power had come sooner, what?" She jotted down another note.

"Hey." I didn't like being analyzed. My life had been filled with secrets since the day that Fortress ruined it.

I didn’t like where she was poking, and I was feeling extra guarded. My past was buried, hidden from everyone.

Suddenly, I lost a grip on a piece of my power, and the other side of the couch exploded into sawdust. Little threads of cloth that hung in the air for a moment before they settled down.

I slammed my control back down, reining it in tightly and feeling a little embarrassed. I looked over to make sure Angelina was unharmed.

"That was good." Angelina nodded. "Very good. We might just get to the heart of this in time." She encouraged me. "But maybe after that outburst, we should take a small break."

Angelina flowed off the chair and onto me. "You are powerful, so incredibly powerful." Her eyes were once again filled with adoration.

"Doesn't matter if I can't use it openly." I grumbled even as her body literally melted against me. Her liquid body flowed around my chest and into my pants.

My boxers filled with her jelly-like body as I felt a firmness grow around my soft cock that I knew wouldn't be soft for long.

"No, Miles, you are powerful. You are more than just your power. Say it." Her amorphous body had filled in under my pants and was slowly rising and falling over my cock, which was rapidly coming to attention.

Given what we were just doing, I was surprised at how responsive my body was after only a few touches from Angelina.

"I'm powerful. Not my power, me." Those words carried with them a little relief, one that was compounded as Angelina coaxed me to rapid hardness.

"Yes, I'm not in awe of your power, but you. Miles, you keep control over a power that could level cities. You control that power almost without issue…” She smirked, looking at the pulverized couch before looking back at me. “...And it amazes me."

She stared into my eyes, and I couldn't help but stare back into hers.

Her eyes were a mesmerizing display of color. She kept them mostly human, but the iris of her eyes was the same paint swirl of color that her slime was.

While her eyes swallowed up my attention, she leaned forward and kissed me.

Her lips were delicious. They were firm at first, but then they melted against mine like chocolate. And she tasted just as sweet as candy as her tongue squirmed in between my lips and tangled with my own.

I grabbed her thighs and tried to thrust up, but her body was inside my pants, sucking me off with the most flexible pussy I’d ever experienced.

"Relax." She managed to say while her mouth was quite busy. I wasn’t sure where exactly those words had come from.

Angelina was spilling out over me while my hands sank into her thighs.

All of a sudden, each of my fingers felt like they were inside her mouth. She was sucking and slurping on all ten of my digits while she continued to work me under my pants.

I leaned back, feeling a boneless groan bubble up through my throat.

Angelina was smothering me with sensations as her entire body sucked on me, a thousand lips kissing and licking me.

She left just enough space for me to keep breathing through my nose, but otherwise she was melting over my entire body and I was loving every minute of it. It took me a moment, but I relaxed into it.

It was almost like I was just drifting on water as Angelina continued to invade my pants. Her gelatinous pussy coaxed me to the peak and beyond as I exploded inside of her.

A watery moan drifted up from the mass atop me, and Angelina pulled herself back together, her body separating from my face and rising to stare at me again. Once again, I was staring into her swirling irises. "You relaxed." She said it proudly.

I chuckled. "Hard not to when you do that to me." I looked down at my pants; she was still inside them, and I was still rock hard inside of her.

My regeneration once again had me at the ready in just moments after I was spent.

Her pussy continued to suckle at me and tease my balls as I shuddered. Post climax I was still overly sensitive.

"Oh, Miles." She stroked my face and smiled at me. "I would do anything for you. You could change the entire world at a whim."

"You make me sound like a god." I actually felt a little uncomfortable at the thought.

Angelina must have seen something in my gaze. "Sorry. Sometimes your power just makes me all gooey for you." She broke her reverent expression and with a slurp she pulled herself off of me, and flowed back into her chair. Crossing her legs, she shifted back into therapist mode.

"Now, where were we?" She tapped on her legal pad. "Right, you blame your powers for some of the events in your past."

"Is sex with your patients part of your normal therapy practice?" I cocked an eyebrow, teasing her.

Angelina frowned at me. "No. But the effects of sex on the brain are marvelous and well documented. There are many who think it could be used as a powerful tool in therapy, but that would be horribly unethical."

She paused, and the next words were a breathy whisper. "There are no lines I wouldn't cross to help you, though."

"Good. I’d hate to have to nuke the prison if this was a regular thing for you." I was feeling oddly possessive of her.

"Never. No man, but you will touch me ever again. But you’re changing the topic. We are in a session right now. You blame your power."

I shook my head. "Logically, it is inanimate. I control it now that it has become my power."

"That doesn't stop the human mind." She smiled, a joke I wasn't privy to crossing her mind. "So, let's start there. When you have time, take me to your parents’ grave and we'll let your powers apologize to them."

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "My powers can't apologize."

"But you control them, don't you? They didn't come when you needed them most. We'll go, and you will make them apologize." She promised me. "I think we should pause for now until we can do it." Her eyes drifted to the missing end of the couch.

I frowned. It didn't seem like we made much progress.

Everything she said had made some sort of twisted sense.

But I didn't feel different; everything wasn't fixed.

"Therapy takes time, Miles. We are dusting off all the grime and dirt from your mind so you can really shine. But we'll do it with a very soft brush and many strokes."

She painted a colorful analogy for me, but the approach she proposed wasn’t really my style. I was more about taking a grinder to a problem, not solving it slowly.

"We could go see my parents' grave tonight." I stood from the couch and went to leave, even as I felt a little moisture still inside my pants. A quick flick of my power had thermal energy drying me off.

"Hold on. We don’t need to rush this." Angelina was on her feet, grabbing my arm as the other opened the door.

"Sex!" Stella jumped through the door. She must have been waiting on the other side. "I'm so proud of you for doing this, Miles. So so, SO proud!" Each word got a little louder.

She grabbed my head and forced my lips down to her own as tingles ran from my lips along my jaw and down my spine, diffusing to my entire body.

I blinked, my entire plan suddenly derailed as Stella just bulldozed over everything and smothered me in her love.

It was impossible to be mad at her for derailing me, though.

"I'm going to make you feel so good. This is a big step, Miles. So proud of you for taking it." She grabbed my hand and pulled me over so Melody could take my other hand.

"Thank you, Miles." Melody blushed in her electric blue nightgown that made her eyes seem especially blue.

Stella was wearing one that matched Melody's, but was bright red.

Even Angelina shifted to look human, wearing a lavender nightgown in the same style.

"I was going to--"

"Take in their appreciation, and savor taking the first step." Angelina interrupted me. “Many, soft strokes.” She reminded me.

Stella kissed me again and tugged at my arm. "Anything else can wait."

I paused, having a small internal war with myself. Part of me wanted to go knock out whatever Angelina thought might be holding me back, but the beautiful women in front of me were incredibly enticing.

The debate didn’t last long. I found myself craving their love more than anything.

They had saved me from the listless life I had been living. I’d been hiding, just watching the world go by. For the first time, I cared about something other than myself. I’d do what was needed to protect them, anything else be damned.

Stella watched me, her face so full of excitement. While she didn’t always have the best timing, she always had the best intentions. And the pride she had for me practically had her glowing.

I grabbed all three with my power and made them float. "You three asked for it. I'm feeling a little randy after the session."

Stella grinned from ear to ear. "New ritual, sex after. I need more of my Master."

Melody just laughed and shook her head.

My power slipped under their nightgowns, and I carried them all to the bedroom.

I could feel every inch of their soft flesh as I caressed them with invisible kinetic tendrils of my power.

Stella's clothes bulged as I slipped power in and around her nightgown, feeling her chest mold under my power.

"Yes, Master. Play with your little succubus."

Melody laughed. "There is nothing little about you."

I threw the door open to our bedroom. It was dominated by a gigantic bed we had bought together. Now that harems were more common, beds came in sizes depending on the number of people expected to be in them.

Stella had insisted on buying a twenty person bed, so we had plenty of room. I’d tried to argue with her, but she’d pointed out that with Obsidian’s clones, it might not even be enough.

I’d let her know twenty was more than enough, but she’d just rolled her eyes and bought it with her own money.

I tossed my women down on the bed; their lingerie fluttered around them as they landed. I let my power go wild over them, and they screamed in pleasure.

It felt so fantastic, listening to them enjoying my power flowing over and into their bodies made me excited enough to forget about everything else.

"Miles, let me up." Melody wriggled under my grasp.

I pulled her off the bed and over to me, setting her down gently.

"Stella sort of stole the spotlight." Melody looked over at the woman writhing in pleasure on the bed. "But I wanted to say, great job."

The zipper of my pants was drawn down, and she gave me a half-lidded look full of lust as she kissed down my chest and pulled my pants down.