SSV3 Chapter 12 (Patreon)

I found myself laying back on the newest therapy couch. We were on our fourth couch. Seemed right. I destroyed one in anger and one during a little happy time. And then Mona destroyed another one, but nobody would tell me what set it off.

No, we were on our fifth. Melody destroyed one with her new power the first time she went to therapy after her mutation.

I patted the couch, trying to give it the ability to survive more than a few days.

“Bonding with the couch?” Angelina asked, wheeling her chair over and plopping down on it. For our therapy session, she had worn unprofessionally lacy stockings and a criminally short skirt. Then again, she could change her appearance at a whim.

I found her very distracting. She claimed it kept me from thinking too hard about the questions, and she was right.

“No, just wishing the poor sucker a long life. We don’t have a great track record with couches lately.”

“No, we do not.” Angelina chuckled. “But we are here to talk about you, not the couch. Unless you are suddenly feeling oddly attached to things around here.”

“Not unless you count.” I flirted with her.

“Avoiding starting session.” She teased me as she focused down and started jotting on her notepad.

I huffed and leaned back. “So. What do we talk about today?”

“How about what Emma said to you before dinner? It seemed to be on your mind during the meal.” Angelina tapped her pen on the pad.

Angelina was always so perceptive. I both loved it and hated it.

I thought about my answer. “Emma said that all of you are drawn to the darkness inside of me. That it swallows you all up like moths to a flame and she wants to push the two new recruits closer.” I repeated the earlier words.

“And you are resistant because…?” Angelina asked.

“Because the new recruits are innocent. The rest of you needed help that I could offer.” I argued. They were just new recruits, and I didn’t need to get them tangled up in our problems. Look what happened to Melody after she was around us and feeling the pressure that our powers put on her.

Angelina just nodded along. “Okay, tell me about these girls you know so well.”

Pausing for a moment, I glared at her. “I know nothing about them. I am good at reading people. They seem happy enough.”

“Except the media is reporting we are getting closer to one male for every eight women. And men are heavily skewing older. Which means at your age and at their age, there’s probably a larger gap.” She added.

“I can’t just bring them into the family because there is a shortage of guys. Besides, I’m older than I look.” I crossed my arms.

Angelina scribbled something in her notebook before looking up at me. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that their exposure to other men is scarce. And given your position, it’s natural for them to be attracted to you.”

She paused. When I didn’t object, she continued on. “You seem extra defensive about the idea of them joining, which makes me think you may believe there could be something there. And we both know Emma sees something in them.”

My therapist left it unsaid. If I trusted Emma so much, why don’t I trust her in this?

Angelina wasn’t wrong. If I was honest, I did see a chance for something with the new recruits, but how the hell was I supposed to explore that while I was also dating all my other women?

I’d been more sure with the others. If this one didn’t work out, I’d have ex-girlfriends walking around BSH.

“This just feels like it’s moving too fast.” I replied.

Angelina paused, tapping her pen to her lips. “That’s very fair. You’ve gone from only casual flings to a full-blown harem in less than a month. I’m not surprised you are resistant to that level of change. But you’re in control of that.”

I rubbed at my forehead. “Am I?”

“Yes. You can stop any time you choose to. But your mind and heart seem to be at war at the moment.” Angelina pressed me. “Or maybe some other super powerful villain has your attention at the moment?”

I knew who she was talking about.

Daeva was powerful and actually fought me to a standstill. I had to adapt to even be able to turn off her power, and I thought I’d turned off her very being. But she’d survived.

“She’s on my mind, but that’s just because she was able to blow away the shroud I normally cover myself in. She knows who I am.” I protested.

Angelina hummed and scribbled a note. “Before you told me she professed her love to you. That she misunderstood love to be something that made her heart beat faster. She confused your combat with affection.”

“Yeah, that’s about right. She’s clearly a bit scrambled in the head.” I paused. “We’ve talked about the trainees and Daeva, but there’s something else I’d like to talk about.” Rather than beat around the bush with these topics, I directed the conversation.

Angelina nodded. “And what’s that?”

“I’m worried about Melody.” I told her.

Angelina tapped her pen. “You should be. She’s fragile at the moment as she adjusts to her new circumstances. Her beauty was a large part of her identity, and she feels like she’s lost that with the recent changes. Has she told you she lost the last of her modeling contracts?”

I nodded along. “I’m trying to reinforce how beautiful she is as much as I can, but then this project Velody…” I trailed off Angelina. Already knew about it and likely saw the same set of risks and opportunities.

Melody had cracked and rather than heal from it with her mutation; her previous feelings had only grown stronger. The real world experience and chance to feel more powerful might just be exactly what she needed. It might help her put less pressure on herself and just embrace herself as she is.

“I think you already know the best way to help Melody. This project has her enamored because it gives her purpose again. Now you just need to figure out what exact purpose that is, and she needs your support.” Angelina agreed with my direction.

I was all over it. Giving her support was the reason I’d asked for the secret communicator, and why I’d follow her invisibly if I had to, for her protection.

“How are your powers doing?” Angelina changed the subject.

“Fine. No changes since I managed to map things out at a distance after the serum.” I paused. “But Wells has offered to help me improve them again…”

“Again?” Angelina sounded surprised, pausing in her writing.

“Yeah, in the name of solving the gender imbalance. She believes monster fruit is a variation on project Cerberus. So she also thinks she can add a power onto my Y chromosome. There’s work and risks involved in even attempting it or getting experiments to where we could think about performing the procedure on me.” I added, not wanting Angelina to think it was something I was already ready to make happen.

Angelina got up from her chair and settled on the couch next to me, her body pressing up against mine. “Are you sure this is what you want to do? Aren’t you powerful enough?”

As she looked up at me, I realized that there was concern in her eyes. Genuine concern. “You’re worried?”

“Of course I am.” Angelina placed her palm on the side of my cheek, cupping my face as she stared into my eyes. “You seem to keep taking on more risk for the sake of gaining power, but I don’t see the benefit. It isn’t as if you need more.”

I paused. She was right; I was on a quest for more power. And it wasn’t because I had to be the most powerful, but if I was honest, I wasn’t used to feeling threatened. Daeva had made me feel that way. I wasn’t quite enough to be able to take her down fully, and now my identity was at risk.

There could be others along the way, especially if the monster fruit could do all Dr. Wells believed it could.

“What about solving the gender balance? If working with her on this would solve that, how much would you or the others want a baby boy?” I stopped focusing on the power I would gain, and instead focus on the larger scale issue that might be solved.

“Well… Of course we would want to solve the gender balance. That is a greater threat than any of the villains or monsters we have faced.” Angelina’s body melded up against mine, her façade of being a normal therapist fading as she oozed at her edges around me. “But even if you help solve that, you wouldn’t need to take on an additional power yourself.”

I shifted a little uncomfortably on the couch. I wanted the additional power, but I didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“I’ll be careful. And nothing is official yet. For now, our focus should be on project Velody and working with the trainees.” 

Angelina let the discussion lull, and I had a moment to think about my day.

“Hey, there’s something else.” I said, as Angelina just waited.

“I have a bad feeling. I got into a heated discussion with Beatrix earlier, and I don’t know. Something has felt off.” I went into more details as Angelina nodded.

“You might just be paranoid because of the problem with Beatrix, but I could swing by and give Beatrix a personal update of the prison project. I’ll let you know what I think.” She wiggled her fingers, and I wondered if there was going to be any chemical coercion.

Then again, she had stopped her villainous ways.

“That… that would actually help ease my concerns a lot.” I sighed.

“See. We are all here to help you. I’m sure we could find a way for the two trainees to help around, too. Besides, if they are working with you, maybe we should invite them to dinner this week. Then Obsidian and I can get a read on them and not just leave it up to Emma. What does Stella think?”

I realized I had no idea. But Stella was often onboard to grow our little family. She’d bought a twenty person bed after all.

“We are making progress, but let’s wrap up for now. Come on. I’m sure Stella and Mona are eager to help reward you for being such a good man and going to therapy to make sure this all continues to work.” But rather than let me go, Angelina flowed over me until she was her normal lavender and green slime self, her breasts pushing against my chest.

Or jelly bags, as Stella would call them.

They were different from breasts. They were full and taunt, sort of like water balloons. Her breasts shifted more steadily, but they were warm and felt amazing.

“That’s it. Relax. Let me take care of everything. You’ve been such a good man for us.” She oozed around my clothes and sank underneath them, filling my pants as slick slime engulfed my growing member and sucked on me.

It fit like a glove, wrapped entirely in her warm, sticky slime as she sucked on me. Coaxing me to a rapid attention.

“That feels amazing.” I sighed and laid back on the couch, letting her do the work and I loved her for it, even if I didn’t say it out loud.

It seems like therapy is over. Mona registered in my mind. Would you like some time with Angelina, or should I let Stella know?

I groaned and my mind went blank as Angelina worked herself around me in rolling waves of her slime sex. “Alone time.” I grunted.

“Hmm?” Angelina took her breasts away from my face. “What was that?”

“Faster, and I want to kiss you.” I pulled her head down, reshaping her body in the process, but it didn’t matter as her lips touched mine.

They were always firm, like real lips, but they gave way, melting against my warm skin like chocolate. She was sweet too, as she added some hint of berry flavor to her lips.

I couldn’t get enough of her, my tongue questing inside her and savoring every moment.

She squelched inside my pants as she continued to suck and squeeze me.

“I’m cumming.” I pulled back to say.

“Fill me up, breed me with little baby boys.” Angelina kissed me again and her sex went wild over me until I popped and filled her with my seed.

Angelina relaxed with a sigh.

“I thought you didn’t want me to go through with the testing?” I commented, still coming down from the bliss.

“Huh?” She sounded confused, lost in her own enjoyment.

“If you want me to fill you up with a boy, then you’ll need me to work with Dr. Wells.” I replied.

The slime girl blushed. “Maybe that part excites me.”

The door burst open as Stella bounded in wearing a skimpy red lingerie set. “Therapy is done!” She frowned as she looked over at our current position. “Were you cheating?”

“Nope. We finished a few minutes early, is all.” Angelina pulled herself out of my pants, leaving behind a copious amount of lubricant.

Stella bounced right over and replaced Angelina, pressing me to the couch with a crushing kiss as she straddled me. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of yourself so you can take care of me and the rest of us.” She then continued to pepper me with kisses until I had to physically push her back just a little.

Even then she resisted a little and I had to use my power, grabbing her by her horns and flipping her over on the couch.

Her chest shook with the motion. She saw them catch my eye, pushing them together extra. “You are all slimy. I bet if I ask, Angelina will lube them up.” She looked up over her horns at the slime woman.

Angelina didn’t hesitate, hovering her hand over and squirting clear liquid over Stella’s breasts. “Just mineral oil.”

Stella wiped at it to spread it out and began kneading her chest. “What do you say, master? Want to use these?”

I looked down at my beautiful succubus, her full chest on display as her blue eyes crackled with ki. And her lingerie had a window that framed her succubus tattoo with lace straps.

My eyes roamed her body before looking back up at her face. She was biting her lip, clearly trying to control herself from jumping me as her eyes begged for me to say yes.

“Of course I do.” Pushing my pants down and tossing my shirt to the side, I didn’t wait.

Instead, I straddled her torso and shoved myself between her soft mounds.

“Yes, let your succubus drain you.” Stella muttered with half-lidded eyes as her power kicked in and she drained my ki, causing a pleasurable tingle to spread where we touched.

I pushed in, stroking myself into her slippery cleavage as Stella kneaded her chest around me.

We were well lubed, and it was heavenly. And it wasn’t just the feeling making me crazy, it was also Stella’s face. She reveled in pleasuring me. The look of pure adoration on her face as I pleasured myself in her breasts drove me wild.

“Yes, Master. Use me.” She begged me.

As I pulled in and out, she’d kissed the tip and even got in a small lick before I pulled back out.

She almost pouted as it disappeared, but she had one of her smirks as she grabbed my waist and easily lifted me up, keeping me nestled between her heavenly chest.

Stella rearranged us so I was sitting. After that, she never lost me from her cleavage, keeping the motion rubbing along me constantly as she squished my member between her mounds.

“How do you feel, master?” Her voice was lusty and rough.

I leaned back. “Fantastic. Satisfied by my lovely little succubus.”

“Good.” The grin on her face was so wide I smiled back. “Your succubus is going to drain you tonight, Master. Pump you dry.” She sped up, sliding me between her slick breasts. The motion made a lewd, wet noise that mixed well with her moaning and the way she pleaded with me to cum for her.

When I felt I was almost done, I grabbed her horns to pull her down, but she fought me. I sprayed ropes of my seed all over her face and onto her chest.

Stella licked a strand near her lips. “Perfect. You marked me, Master. Now while I go clean up. I think you have another visitor.”

Mona hurried in before Stella could get up, wearing a new maid outfit. This one even skimpier than the last with more buckles. “My fated. I’ve come to serve you as a reward.” Mona licked her lips as she pulled out a feather duster. “Lean back.”