章 12: A Ward Am I
One Day Later**
I looked around at the tap on the door frame. "Oh hey, come on in."
Missy, naked except for shoes and visor, ventured into the room. "I'm not intruding?"
I shook my head, and finished zipping up the costume. "What do you think?"
She looked me up and down as I turned to show off the skin-tight body-stocking. I rather liked it; midnight black as a base, with curves and intersecting concentric circles of silver glitter. Strategic cutouts showed enough of my body that people definitely knew there was a girl underneath, without giving away all my secrets.
"Sexy," she approved. "I like the goggles."
I grinned and pushed them up to rest on my forehead. "Optically corrected so I don't need my glasses. Kid Win says Armsmaster's going to fit electronic optics into them, so I can see in the dark and stuff."
"Not that you need it," she snorted with a grin.
"Not that I need it," I agreed. "But hey, they're so anxious to please. I'd feel bad to turn them down."
She nodded. "I know what you mean. It's been a while since we've had a second girl in the Wards. You're probably going to get treated like a princess for a while, till they get used to you being here."
I smiled. "It's already started. And yes, I could definitely get used to it, after the shit I've been through over the last year and more." I took a deep breath. "But that's something I've been meaning to raise with you."
She tilted her head. "Oh?"
"One moment." I unzipped the costume and handed it back to the costumer. "That's absolutely perfect. I love it."
The middle-aged lady smiled. "That's wonderful, dearie." She caressed my butt; I leaned in and kissed her. She giggled, pleased. "Get along with you, now."
Strapping my purse belt around my waist and pulling the goggles down over my eyes, I turned to Vista. "Shall we walk?"
Arm in arm, we strolled out into the corridor; PRT troopers passing by nodded respectfully to us.
"So what's the problem?" she asked, once we were in the elevator.
I punched the button for the sub-basement. "I'm worried that I might be the problem."
She stared at me as the elevator whipped its way downward; before she had a chance to frame a reply, the doors were opening on the Wards' level.
Vista leaned close to supply a retinal scan, and the door opened for us; we entered. Chris was at the monitor station. He turned and waved; he was wearing his own visor, and not much else. "Oh, hi, Taylor, Vista."
"Wow," I told him jokingly. "It's as if I didn't have a code name." I tapped the goggles. "Masked up, here."
He coloured. "Oh, sorry. Harmonic, I meant."
I went over and kissed him gently. "That's okay. I'm sure I can figure out a way for you to make it up to me later."
Missy grinned at him. "Wait'll you see her costume. It'll knock your eyes out."
"Knock Dean's eyes out, you mean," he retorted.
I pulled off my goggles and cleared my throat. "Uh, this is kind of what I wanted to talk to you about, Missy," I stated.
Taking the hint, she removed her visor. "What, you and Dean?"
I nodded. Leading her over to the sofa in the TV nook, I sat her down, and then sat beside her. "Look, I know that you've got a thing for Dean. That you've wanted to be with him for a long time now. But you're just not physically compatible, yet."
She gazed at me steadily. "Dean told you, didn't he?"
"In his defence," I confessed, "I did ask."
Closing her eyes, she nodded. "Yeah, it's true. I want him so bad, but we just … can't. Not till the Cards say it's okay."
I leaned back, closing my own eyes. "I'm sorry," I told her. "I'm so sorry. He would have been there for you, but then I came along."
She rested her head against my shoulder. "That's okay, Taylor. He's his own man. He can make his own choices. And he really likes you. Like, a lot."
I put my arm around her. "Do you want to know why he likes being with me?"
She looked up at me, her eyes soft and doe-like. I kissed her, gently, and then again, a little more firmly. Her arms went around me.
"I'm mainly hetero oriented," she murmured, before kissing me again.
"Me too," I told her. "But check this out." My hand cupped her soft pussy, and I added just the slightest amount of vibration.
Her eyes went very wide indeed. "Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god."
I rubbed her soft lips, parting them to find the hard little bud beneath. My finger circled her clit, as the vibration ramped up.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god, don't stop, don't stoooppppppp!"
As Chris watched in fascination, I kissed her once more, then moved my lips to her nipples. Changing the humming deep in my throat slightly, I set my lips and tongue to vibrating as well; she arched her back and cried out as I fastened my mouth to her immature nipple.
She was already slippery wet when I slid my finger carefully inside her; she was jerking and bucking as if I were applying direct electrical current to her body. Carefully lubricating a finger with my saliva, I slid it into her ass. That did it; arching her back until her butt was no longer touching the sofa, she came violently, over and over again.
I eased off on her for a few moments, to allow her to recover, then I started on her again. This time, I had my face between her thighs. She clutched my hair in her hands, pressing me into her groin, as my tongue vibrated hard on her clit. I tasted her streaming juices as she moaned and cried out and writhed on the sofa, and climaxed repeatedly. By this time, I was working my finger – also vibrating, of course – in and out of her ass, and when I moved my tongue down to her quivering vaginal canal, she nearly levitated straight off of the sofa again.
I felt hands caressing my butt and out-thrust pussy, and moaned; the sound, translated into vibration, only made Missy's pleasure all the more intense. I pushed my butt backward at the caressing hands, and then felt the penis pressing against my proffered pussy.
As Chris slid into me, I began to eat Missy in earnest; I'd done this a few times with Emma, more than a year ago, but we'd never gone all the way to orgasm. She tasted different to Emma as well; I couldn't quantify it, but I enjoyed her taste more.
Chris grasped my hips and thrust steadily into me as I drove Missy from one earth-shattering climax to another, to the point that she could no longer articulate coherent words. And then I started my pussy vibrating as well, just for Chris.
He gasped and started fucking me a lot harder and deeper; I groaned, feeling my own climax starting to mount. Missy was still bucking and cumming under my lips and tongue and fingers, even as Chris drove me forward at her with one powerful thrust after another. I came then, my pussy clenching around his deeply driving cock. He was still pumping hard into my pussy when he came; I felt him ram hard into me, just before he unleashed his semen, spurting directly into my womb, filling me with his seed. From the very sensation, I came again, and ran my tongue over Missy's clit, giving her one last explosive climax.
I stopped humming then; panting, I slumped to the floor beside the sofa as Chris pulled out of me. Missy was splayed out, eyes unseeing, utterly shattered. I smiled at Chris and pulled him down to me for a kiss.
"That was really good," I told him. "Feel free to do that any time."
He was staring at me. "That … what you did with your pussy … "
I nodded. "Yeah. That's what I did with Gallant."
He shook his head. "No wonder he's over the moon about you."
I smiled. "It's also because he's a nice guy and I still need a little tender loving care," I assured him. "But I suppose it didn't hurt."
"Wow." He kissed me again. "That was … fuck, that was so awesome. Can you do that for anyone?"
I grinned and indicated Missy, who was making soft whimpering noises. "You tell me."
He shook his head. "Wow, fuck. You messed her up good."
I grinned. "I know. Now don't you have a comms panel to watch?"
He looked around guiltily. "Shit. Sorry. Uh, thanks for the fuck. That was insane."
We kissed one more time, then he hurried back to the panel. I climbed on to the sofa with Missy, and cradled her in my arms. After I kissed her a few times, she gradually began to come back to herself; her eyes focused, and she looked up at me.
"Holy fucking Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick," she murmured; I giggled. "Taylor, was that … you?"
"My power, yes," I told her. "Did you like it?"
For an answer, she grabbed me and kissed me deeply and passionately. I replied in kind; she was a little impetuous, but still very nice to kiss. Her body, sweat-slicked from the sheer intensity of her orgasm, slid against mine in a rather sensual fashion; her thigh pressed between mine, and rubbed at my pussy.
Pulling back eventually from the kiss, she smiled at me. "I want more of that," she declared.
"... you know that Dean is my boyfriend," I reminded her.
"So I'll be your girlfriend," she insisted. "We can be a threesome. You can be the meat in the sandwich."
I kissed her again. "I kind of like that idea," I agreed. "And when you're big enough to take Dean, we can make it full circle."
She giggled and snuggled in to me. "I _really_ like that idea," she murmured, her hands wandering over my body.
I kissed her again. It seemed the thing to do.
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**One Week Later**
"Harmonic, look out!"
I ducked, and the blade hissed over my head. Cursing myself for the moment of inattention, I concentrated and ramped up the deep-throat humming. My sonar sense expanded outward, and then I 'saw' the flickering form of Cricket, her naked form ducking and dodging the attacks of my teammates. Turning my head, I looked at her, while not taking my attention from Stormtiger and Hookwolf.
Deep in my throat, the humming changed frequency slightly. Cricket stumbled, shaking her head. All she wore was a metal cage around her head, and a bandoleer of throwing blades. But up till now she had been moving with purpose, evading attacks with ease. She had also evaded my vibratory sonar; I guessed that she used sound in the same way that I used vibration. But I was able to _damp out_ sound; in doing so, I removed her advantage. Clockblocker leaped in, taking advantage of her momentary distraction, and froze her.
I sensed Hookwolf coming in for an attack – no, it was a feint. He blocked my vision just long enough for Stormtiger to get in close and lash at me with his telekinetic air-claws.
Fortunately, I wasn't using vision to watch him.
However, I didn't want to mix it up with either one of them; close in, I was a better lover than a fighter. _"Vista,"_ I projected, right next to my teammate's ear. She heard me and responded; I stepped back, through compressed space, which immediately expanded after I moved. The two Empire capes were left dozens of yards away.
Given a breathing space, I began lashing Stormtiger and Hookwolf with different frequencies and intensities of vibration. Stormtiger seemed paricularly vulnerable to inner-ear fluctuations; he dropped to his knees, clutching at his head. Hookwolf was more problematic, until I hit on the resonant frequency of the steel that he was growing from his very body. It all started to vibrate, faster and faster, chiming at a higher and higher rate. He stumbled to a stop, unable to move. Then one piece fell off, a second, and a third. Blood dripped to the ground. Where the metal was growing from him, I was forcing it to vibrate fast enough that it cut his flesh, deep inside the metal body. In short, I was making his strength into a weakness.
But I didn't want to kill him, so I changed tactics, and frequencies. He started to move again, but only briefly. Abruptly, he hunched over and threw up; I kept up the humming until he was in a fetal position in a pool of his own vomit, unable to fight back any more.
"Nice one," Clockblocker said from behind me. "Seriously, Harmonic, you're scary when you pull that shit on the bad guys." He shivered. "After what you did to Lung the other night ..."
I grinned at him, then stepped up and kissed him. "You love me, and you know it."
"Can't I be terrified of you and still love you?" he asked plaintively.
I slapped his butt as I turned away. "Whatever, bitch. Freeze those suckers. We're done here."
Vista grinned as I rejoined her. "He really is your bitch, isn't he?"
I slipped my arm around her waist; she leaned into me. "Not my fault he's terrified that I'll do to him what I did to Lung."
She put her arm around me, then pulled me down for a kiss. "Well, at least he's stopped trying to rename you Sound Job."
I kissed her back, and giggled, then sobered. "I didn't _really_ mean to make Lung's testicles explode. I was just trying to hit the right frequency to make him fall over and give up."
"Well, he sure as shit did that!" she declared. "And don't worry. They'll grow back. Eventually."
I sighed. "At least Gallant still likes me."
She squeezed my waist. "He adores you, and you know it."
I smiled. "Yeah …"
"Which reminds me," she interjected. "How's the braid going?"
I felt up behind me. Vista had volunteered to braid my hair before each mission, so that my hair would be less recognisable. It felt weird, but I looked totally different. "Holding well."
"Good." She giggled. "I still wish I could have seen the look on Armsmaster's face. Him riding up to find Lung clutching his groin, you standing there like what do I do now?, and Clockblocker pointing at you shouting, She did it, not me!"
I kissed her again. "It _was_ kinda funny, but can we drop it now?"
She fondled my butt. "Sure. But you're gonna owe me when we get back to base."
I grinned. "You just can't get enough, can you?"
She squeezed harder. "Nope."
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