SSV4 Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Stella eventually dragged me off to a bedroom. I wasn’t sure at what point Melody had come back, but when I woke up she was tucked tightly under my arm.

She was still sound asleep, but Stella had slipped out. I had a feeling she was hunting down pancakes. I was a little worried for everybody if she wasn’t able to find the proper ingredients.

Melody cracked an eye open. “You’re staring.”

“Can’t help it. You’re stunning.” I kissed her forehead.

She snorted. “Cheesy, but I’ll take it.” When she rolled over, she blinked and looked out the window that morning light was streaming through. “It’s late. This must be what it feels like to be Emma and take lazy mornings.”

I smiled, pulling her against me as I kissed her forehead. “I had a talk with Stella. What do you think about treating this like a vacation? Stay for at least two weeks.” I tested the waters.

She stretched out under the covers and curled back up. “Do I get to sleep in if this is vacation?”

“If you want, but Stella is going to eventually find the ingredients for pancakes and then come bursting through that door with all the vigor of a runaway train.” I pointed out.

Melody scooted herself up, molding her body against me. “Technically you could shield me from the noise and all of that, right?”

“Technically.” I smiled.

She batted her eyelashes and I felt her hand draw lazy loops down my chest until she was making loops and waking up a different part of me.

“Careful.” I groaned, shifting and leaning over her. “Didn’t you want to go back to sleep?”

“Maybe I want to play just a little bit.” She teased me. “Get myself nice and tired before I go back to sleep.”

I raised an eyebrow, and a tendril of my power slipped under the sheets and coiled around her legs, pinning her in place as another set teased her.

The door to the bedroom banged open. “PANCAKES! I Made pancakes!” Stella flounced victoriously through the room and placed a wooden tray with half burnt pancakes down at the foot of the bed. “It took a little haggling, Master, and I had to offer to trade a few people some favors, but I got flour, milk and eggs. Voila!”

Stella was far too excited, dancing around the edge of the bed staring at her creations. “Come on, don’t be shy. I already tried one. They are a little eggy, but fantastic. And protein is good for you. So even better!”

Melody slowly sank herself under the covers, wiggling her eyebrows at me in hopes that I’d continue.

Smiling, I lifted the tray with my power. I brought it up to my lap and wrapped a sound barrier around Melody. Then I plunged the tendrils of my power into her sex and ass.

I wrapped her up with my power so she wouldn’t squirm as I pumped into her.

Stella sat on the other side of me, oblivious to the fact that I was driving Melody crazy as she intently watched my reaction as I bit into the pancakes.

“I couldn’t find butter. Well, I found butter, but she wanted a night with the Fertility God. A bit pricey. I mean, maybe butter for the chance to give a blowjob? But she just wasn’t up to my standards.” Stella continued on. “But we have syrup! Though, I think it’s half honey. She was this really cute bee girl.”

I cut off a little slice as I balanced all of my powers.

I kept plunging into Melody, giving her what she wanted. Ever since she’d spent time with Obsidian, she’d gotten far more adventurous. And I knew one of her current fantasies was the thrill of getting caught.

Stella pushed my hand and plunged the pancakes into my mouth with a gleeful smile. “They are great, right?” She bounced on the bed and distracted me with her assets shaking in my face.

I tasted the pancakes, pleased that they were actually pretty good. They melted in my mouth, followed by an extremely sweet syrup. It seemed like Stella was right; the syrup was at least partially honey.

I barely even noticed the burnt bits all over the pancakes. “They are fantastic. You’ll have to show me where you got the ingredients. Then we can ask the temple maidens where else we can find butter. And if we still have a tough time, I’m sure I could make my own if we can get the milk.”

“Yes!” Stella threw her arms up and then pressed my face between her breasts as she shook me in a booby hug. “I love you Master.”

I used my power to pry her off and protect the pancakes. “Let me enjoy your hard work then.”

Stella nodded seriously, calming down and dropping off the side of the bed to peer over it. I tried not to laugh at her antics, but sometimes she was just adorable.

She gave a little squeal of joy every time I ate a bite, followed by a small chant under her breath for me to eat some more.

“Okay, this is over the top, even for you.” I mumbled through my latest bite.

I could feel Melody pushing against my power, her body wanting to writhe as my sound barrier absorbed her moans. I upped the pressure, letting my tendrils vibrate as they thrust into her. I had a feeling if I dropped the sound barrier, she’d be full on screaming.

“The honey lady said that it was a natural aphrodisiac.” Stella stated, looking at me expectantly over the side of the bed.

“You know what? I think I am feeling a little horny after these.” I smiled, the statement entirely worth it as Stella’s face lit up.

“Yes!” Stella pulled the tray away and jumped on my lap. “Master, I’m here for you whenever you need it.”

Stella bumped up against Melody, and I held a hand out to slow her down.

Removing my tendrils from Melody, I melted the sound barrier and lifted the sheets.

She gave me a sloppy and satisfied smile before she hooked a finger at me.

I bent down and she gave me a soft, sensual kiss. “Love you.” She rolled over to continue her sleep.

“Oh, she’s out.” Stella pursed her lips. “Let’s go somewhere else.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. “I want to do it in the baths. Then we will be clean when we finish!”

“That’s not—“ I shut up and just went with it. I was going to enjoy it either way.

***

“Ah.” Stella clung to my arm with a dreamy smile. “I love you master, and I’m glad we have some time together.”

We were walking out of the baths and into the main atrium where my partially finished statue was being worked on.

“It isn’t quite right, I…” Daeva trailed off. The sculptor was up on a ladder working on my face.

“There he is.” Daeve turned away from where she’d been supervising. “Use him as the model.”

The super that was molding the face under Daeva’s scrutiny turned to stare at me. “I can do that. Come here, let me feel your face.”

The super slid down her ladder. She had hands that looked like they’d been working with clay, but I knew the stone was certainly marble.

I paused and let her approach me. “Do you need to touch me?”

“Yes, it is how I work.” She pressed her hands against my face, her strong thumbs kneading my cheekbones. Then she moved along my face, going up and pressing against my brow before wiping her thumbs to the side.

“Ah. I see.” She opened her eyes. Her power must be easier to harness with her eyes closed. “Yes, this is much better.”

I had to admit, I’d somewhat enjoyed the process. It was like she’d been massaging my sinuses.

“Okay, thank you.” She moved away and back up the ladder before closing her eyes and concentrating her power.

I watched it as ki flowed out of her hands and into the statue's face, making it malleable. Then she started to run her hands over the brow like she had my own, pressing and shifting the marble into my likeness.

“Yes, that’s better.” Daeva looked between me and the statue several times. “Much better. You got that stubborn brow of his perfectly.”

“Thank you, Goddess.” The sculptor continued working adding some finer details and a few wrinkles in my brow.

I rubbed a hand on my forehead. I wasn’t sure how I felt about all the wrinkles she was currently folding into it.

“You have wrinkles when you concentrate.” Stella answered for me. “You put your face like this.” She scrunched up her brow and heavily exaggerated a face of consternation or constipation, I wasn’t sure which one.

“I do not look like that.” I grumbled.

“I’m Miles, Mr Serious, no nonsense, I’ll paste you if you annoy me.” Stella said in a gruff voice holding out her hand like I did when I made a bead of destruction.

I tried to glare, but she just giggled harder, trying to hold her impersonation of my serious face.

Finally, she lost it. “Oh come on. We are on vacation!” She shook my arm a little, as if to revive my humor. “Besides, someone is making a fucking statue of you. How cool is that? Daeva, do I get a statue? Oh wait!.” Stella nearly shouted. “Can you put me on one of his shoulders, whispering in his ear?” Now she was starting to vibrate with excitement. “I want to be the good influence.”

We were all staring at her.

“You realize with the horns and tail, you’d look like the devil on his shoulder.” The sculptor pointed out, but she seemed to know better than to completely put down the idea.

“No, I’m the one who tells the God of Fertility to fuck everyone.” Stella blinked.

The sculptor looked at me, seeming unsure of what to do next.

“Sure, do it. Put Stella on my left and Melody on my right.” It was a thirty foot tall marble statue, so I was pretty sure there wouldn’t be any structural issues.

Daeva pursed her lips but nodded along. “That sounds interesting.” I knew she was trying to be neutral, but she didn’t seem thrilled with the other women joining our statues. “What are you planning to do today?”

“Nothing.” I smiled. “I’m just going to venture out and take in more of your city.”

She looked into my eyes. “Okay. Enjoy yourself today, but tomorrow I want to go take you to Valley City.”

Stella made a small noise of surprise.

And I was surprised too. Valley City was the city that the Fenris Wolf had destroyed, and I had to admit that I was curious. “I can’t wait. But today, we—“

“Play!” Stella finished for me, laughing and pulling at my arm. “Let's go.”

I gave Daeva an apologetic wave as Stella hustled me outside. She seemed to be in an even better mood after getting to have her own statue.

“So, we need to get more ingredients for your pancakes. Why don’t we go on a little trip to the suppliers you found and see if we can’t set up a more official order.” I knew it would make her happy.

“You loved my pancakes that much?” Stella was brimming with a smile. “I knew it. You do have a soft spot in there for me.”

I could tell that Stella was looking to reaffirm our connection, so I didn’t make any snarky comments, instead giving her what she wanted. “Of course I do. For my favorite succubus, I have a certain weakness.” I rubbed the top of her head, just briefly running along the start of her horns.

She instinctively pushed her head into my hand, her blue eyes nearly crackling with ki.

“Okay, then we need to find the flour peddler first. Can’t make pancakes without flour.” She led me down the street with a determination I rarely saw.

I followed her, glancing around as we moved. It was still so interesting to watch everyone in New Haven.

Supers were openly using their powers in ways that supported the city.

Fire abilities had a tendency to make villains, but here there were a number of citizens openly using their fire abilities to cook. And a small group appeared to be going around burning trash.

“Here.” Stella pulled me into a small building with a water wheel running along the back. There was a stream running away from the turning wheel, but there wasn’t any water leading up to it. I stared at it for a moment, like my eyes would clear and it would make sense. But the sight stayed the same.

Stella pushed open the door, and we stepped inside.

There was a pale woman just inside. She had prison tattoos covering her arms and neck.

She was watching a small stone silo pour water onto a crude waterwheel that ran a simple mill, with a stone circle being pushed in a ring tray that she managed. It pushed the larger bits to the center and let the finely ground flour shake out to the side.

It looked like something that would have been from an age long past, but it seemed to be working well.

She moved, adjusting the grain in the ring that the stone wheel was running slow circles over. “Oh, you again. Need more flour?”

The water came to an end, making her pause. She looked up at the silo again, and water began pouring out once more.

“How can I help you?” She asked.

I looked at her setup, trying to understand it.

Her eyes flickered back to the silo, and this time I watched more carefully.

I could see the ki transfer from her to the stone vessel, and I realized that she was filling it up every time she looked at it.

“Cool power.” I nodded at the silo.

She gave me a flat stare. “Got me life. I fill things up with water, including lungs.” But then she cracked a smile. “At least here I can do something more with it than fill buckets for the janitors without getting tazed.”

I winced.

I imagined it only took one time of getting angry enough to fill somebody’s lungs with water to land you in prison. That was hard to pull back.The problem with powers was sometimes it turned your thoughts into reality, it can be a lot harder to control than say punching someone. For supers, sometimes it is a look that can kill.

“Looks like your water ability is getting used well now.” I tried to soften it.

“Ditch takes the water out to the fields. The farmers give me wheat, and I grind it up to flour. We split the end result fifty-fifty.” She glanced back up at the stone silo. “You are the new guy right? The one Daeva brought in.”

“That’s me.” I answered.

“The God King of Fertility.” Stella added happily. “I’m just his little succubus of lust.”

The tattooed woman raised a brow, but she didn’t comment on Stella’s addition. “I heard you brought in a pretty big monster yesterday.”

“That would be me.” I pulled a sack of coins out from where it was tied at my hip thinking she saw me as having money. “I’d like to get some more flour. Stella here has a penchant for making delicious pancakes in the morning.”

Stella leaned against me.

“Lucky girl. I have some orders I’m working on, and if I’m honest, I’m behind as it is.” She frowned like she wanted to help, but she really couldn’t.

“I could grind some flour out for you.” Stella mimed pushing up her sleeves even though she didn’t have any on her toga. “Maybe push the grinding wheel thingy here around a little faster?”

I smiled. Something about Stella wanting to work rather than spend the coin we’d gained made her even more attractive.

Rather than open my purse, I lifted my hand, stopping the water and spinning the water wheel on my own. I made sure not to stress the large gears, reinforcing them. “I can help. Watch your hands.”

The grinding stone went from making a pass every ten seconds or so to a pass every second. “Can I help you with any efficiency here in your building?”

“Hmm?” The tattooed woman made a surprised noise, looking around. “I kind of wanted a larger silo, but it’s stone. I don’t have enough supports to hold something bigger.”

I paused, trying to think of a way to help her.

It would be easier if I could summon stone like some supers.

Running through how I could imitate that with my abilities, I remembered Kim’s comments about energy technically being convertible to mass.

I hadn’t tried it before, but the idea of exploring my powers excited me.

“Can I see you use your power again?” I asked.

The woman nodded and looked up at the silo. I could see the ki she used, and as I watched, it converted itself into water. The conversion itself was something I’d need to study for longer to get a feeling for it. It almost felt like the ki vibrated out of a frequency into a physical state.

I tried to mimic the vibration, pushing a concentration of ki into the air. I managed to make a small splash of water.

Her brows shot up. “Did you just steal my power?”

“No. I can mimic a lot of powers though. That was me playing with things, using what I learned from watching your ability. I can’t help your silo right now, but tomorrow I’m going on a trip. I’ll get some raw materials to bring back and see if I can’t help your setup a little. If we give you a bigger silo, we can either speed up your wheel or we can let it last long enough that you can step away for a minute.” I was strangely excited at the idea. The idea of providing her with a better way to do her work felt rewarding.

“I’m Frankie.” She held out a hand to me. “I’ll think about which I’d prefer.”

“Miles, uh, I guess Daeva might want me to go around being called God King or something, but Miles is fine.” I shook her hand. “I can help catch you up here. Anything else you need?”

“If you are going to make the silo bigger, can you make a drain system?” She looked at her floor, which was slick with water. I also noticed she had a rough looking brush that she probably used to fight away mold and mildew, another issue for her flour.

“That, I can do now.” I focused.

Using my power, I made a small drill out of kinetic energy and punched straight through her floor near the water wheel, but far enough away not to bother her current drainage system that went down to the farms.

I continued to punch the drain, making plenty of surface area for her spillover water to leach back into the ground. Then I made a few more drains in her floor near the water wheel, scraping away some of the stone flooring to slope it into the drains.

“There you go.” I took some of the leftover stone and heated it enough to mold it into three little stone hand scoops that she could use. I was sure she could find some use for them.

Frankie stared, mouth open at her new workshop floor. “Just like that? You made water in the air, you made drainage for my water mill, and now you made…” She picked up one of the scoops. “Stone tools from the scrap. What exactly is your power? You’re a hell of a lot more than just fertile.”

Stella took that opportunity to jump on my back. “He’s the best! Most powerful of all.”

Frankie turned over the scoop in her hands a few times before scooping some more wheat grains into the ring between passes of the mill stone. “Think the God King can help me make a few bags?” She gestured to dozens of bags that were sitting by the mill, waiting to be processed.

I sighed and lifted the bags into the air, spilling out their contents. “Just this once, I’ll grind it all up for you. Later, I’ll come help improve your system so you can give everyone the flour they need.”

All the wheat suddenly spun in the air as I ground all of it to the finest flour her mill would probably make anytime soon.

“Now, I’ll take a small sack of flour if you have any to spare after your other orders.” I replied with a smile and pulled my coin pouch out.

“Oh please, don’t feel like you need to pay me. You’ve done far more for me than the cost of a small sack.” Frankie shook her head, watching me work with awe.

I wanted to pay her because it was ingrained in me, but I had to remember that New Haven traded more in services. I’d come help her a bit more and make sure she was able to produce flour for anybody who needed it.