Empowered Academy 1984

by Dawn Jansen

  “Yes,” he gasps, his fingers pressing into my hips.

  “Promise to be mine?” I ask, still looking directly into his eyes.

  “Yes, my love,” he replies, and at that, I finally give in and let him pull me down on to him.

  Despite his girth, I’m so wet that he slides in effortlessly, filling me up to the hilt on the first thrust. As my wetness coats the entirety of his engorged cock, both of us cry out in pleasure at the shock and delight of the first penetration.

  I put my hands down on the bed beside him, careful not to push against the scar on his chest, so that I can find my rhythm and begin working myself up and down his cock. Each time I bring my ass up, I leave his dick dripping with my fresh love juice, and then I bring my hips back down, filling myself up all over again with Damion’s throbbing member.

  Leaning over him, tufts of my hair dangle onto his face, and each time he rams up into me, I feel the pressure building inside me. The energy inside me feels more powerful than it ever has before now that it’s free to draw completely from my and Damion’s love.

  When Damion puts his thumb to my excited clit without losing the rhythm of his thrusts, I know he’s using his tactile power to send an electric charge straight into my core, because in only a few more strokes I lose all control of my body and collapse onto Damion as a powerful orgasm sends me into convulsions that radiate out from my hips in spasmodic waves.

  It’s only after I’ve finished coming and the stars fade from my vision that I realize Damion is wincing. I look down and see I was gripping his chest as I orgasmed.

  “It’s fine,” he says through clenched teeth when he sees I’ve come back to reality.

  “This is a dangerous position,” I say with a smile in between heavy, rushed breaths. “Take me from behind.”

  Still trembling from my orgasm, I give him one last kiss before reluctantly bringing myself up off his shaft, a strand of wetness following my satisfied pussy as I get on all fours and present myself to Damion.

  Despite the pain I may have caused him in his chest, Damion is eager to keep fucking me, so it’s not long before I feel his strong hands on my hips maneuvering my ass in the perfect position for him to drill me.

  Just like last time, he slips in easily, my pussy lips stretching wide to take all of him in, but this time he’s hitting all new areas and sending pleasure throughout my body again. He takes advantage of the position and his grip on my ass and hips to pump me faster, and the angles he’s hitting me at now make me contract around his cock each time he’s swallowed up by my eager pussy.

  The connection we’ve achieved has my power lighting up every square millimeter of my body, coursing through my veins and especially near my core where I feel yet another orgasm coming.

  But Damion can’t take the tightness of my pussy much longer.

  “Mazzy...” he groans, but I cut him off.

  “No, Damion!” I command as I continue to throw myself back into the base of his hips. “Wait for me.”

  He moans again and digs his fingers into my ass, pain mixing with pleasure, and it only takes a few more thrusts before I give in to the most powerful orgasm of my life. Just as I do, Damion cries out too and I feel his cock pulse and contract as he comes. All of the sensations, both inside and out, are too much for me, and tears stream down my cheeks as my legs go numb and tingling pleasure washes over me in waves.

  My heart is pounding in my chest as I grip at Damion’s bedsheets, burying my face in them and moaning loudly. Damion seems reluctant to leave the sanctuary of my twitching pussy; he stays inside me, still hard, and moves his shaft around very slowly as the final tremors of my orgasm subside.

  Once both our breathing calms down, Damion finally removes himself from my still-dripping pussy and falls down onto the bed next to me. Both of us are covered in sweat and the air is heavy with the musk of our sex—our love.

  Hands and feet still tingling, I clasp my hand with Damion’s and stare dreamily into his eyes.

  “Didn’t think I’d be the first one to make love with you at the Academy,” he says in almost a whisper, evidently exhausted from all the fucking we’ve just done.

  “Wh—how do you know?” I ask.

  “I saw everything, Mazzy,” Damion says with a smile, giving my hand a light squeeze. “I told you; I’m not like a psychic where I can pick and choose parts of your psyche to explore... When we bonded, I exposed myself to everything in you—the good, the bad, and the ugly.”

  “So you know about Paul and Tristan?”

  “Of course. But I don’t mind. I could literally feel how close your connection is with them, and how much they love you in return. There’s no way I could be jealous about something like that.”

  “That’s trippy.”

  “At any rate, I’d say last night was a success. Not only did my scar disappear, but now you can finally have sex without that darkness overwhelming you.”

  Amazingly, even though we’ve just had tremendous sex that brought me two orgasms, staring into Damion’s eyes and watching his sexy lips move as he talks has got me wet and desperate to feel him inside me all over again. I’ve always had a strong libido, but this is ridiculous, and I know it has to be because of my reawakened power.

  Just as I start inching over to Damion again though, I happen to glance at his clock and see that both of us have class in about three minutes.

  “Shit!” I say. “It’s almost nine.”

  Damion’s eyes go wide in surprise, but then we both start laughing at the fact that both of us were so oblivious about the time.

  “That’s a shame,” he says, giving me a peck on the lips. “I was just getting started with you.”

  My heart flutters and I feel so lucky that Damion is a part of my life now.

  Both of us race to put our clothes on and, even though it’s glaringly obvious that we just had sex—disheveled hair, barely tucked in clothing, and of course the infamous “glow” that’s impossible to hide—we get out the door so that we’re only a few minutes late to our first class.

  Chapter 21

  Paul

  “Heads up!” Mazzy yells.

  I turn around just in time to see her using her power to rip a turret out of the wall. She flings it to me, and I punch all two tons of it toward the two remaining test robots that are pinning down Damion and Tristan.

  It would have been a perfect alley-oop, but Tristan was too slow in getting out of the way and so the flying turret clips him in the shoulder—hard—just as he ducks down into a shadow.

  Luckily, the projectile turret does take out the two test robots, but Tristan isn’t happy when he comes out of the shadow realm.

  “Stupid move, Paul,” he says to me.

  “It would’ve been perfect if you’d gotten out of the way in time” I retorted. “You heard Mazzy’s warning.”

  “We wouldn’t have even been in that situation if you’d all listened to my plan to begin with,” Damion butts in.

  It’s been about a month since they cemented us as a definite team—one that will be taking the Test together soon—but our results have only plummeted since then, and I think I know why. While each of us guys is highly bonded with Mazzy and capable of communicating with her on an almost telepathic level, with each other we’re about as coordinated as two cows in a chicken coop (old Midwest saying), which doesn’t bode well for our ability to pass the test.

  I viewed my second Test with apathy before I met Mazzy, but since she’s become a part of my life, I’ll do anything to make sure that she passes it now—as for Damion and Tristan, I just can’t bring myself to trust them to protect Mazzy like I can. After all, if I hadn’t showed up back when the three of them infiltrated Epsilon, Mazzy might not be here today.

  “Enough arguing, you guys,” Mazzy says, repeating a line she’s said quite often these past few weeks. “There’s still one more round.”

  We’ve been running these simulations a lot in the lead-up to the Test. This time, our objective
is to survive ten rounds in the test chamber as they throw an increasingly deadly set of challenges at us each round. We’re all pretty exhausted after nine rounds.

  “If there are lasers this time, let me take them out,” Tristan says, getting into a battle stance.

  “And try not to punch anything that sends out shrapnel when it explodes, Paul,” Damion adds. “I don’t need another scar, thank you very much.”

  Before I have a chance to retort, the room flashes red, signaling the next round. Gears and mechanisms whir loudly as the test chamber rearranges its structure.

  Sure enough, there are lasers. One of the new panels that clicks into place nearby is equipped with deadly lasers that beam across the room at waist level. We have about two seconds to respond before they power on.

  “Get down!” I yell.

  I know we don’t have much time, but my attention is all on Mazzy. She’s grown incredibly strong recently, but that really only affects her ability to manipulate her power; I know that in terms of athleticism, I’m still much faster than her. Considering this, in a split second I decide to grab Mazzy before I hit the deck to ensure her safety.

  Right as I dive toward her, though, I collide into something heavy.

  Shwoom!

  The lasers cut across the room and one of them literally singes my hair on the way down. It would have been a clean scoop, but Tristan thought it would be a smart idea to tackle Mazzy to the ground as well. The three of us land hard on the metal floor in very ungraceful fashion.

  “What gives!” I scream, grabbing Tristan by the collar forcefully. “Didn’t you say you’d take out the lasers? I almost got my skull sliced in two just now!”

  “I was worried she wouldn’t get down in time,” Tristan says angrily, tearing himself free of my grip.

  “I was fine anyway!” Mazzy shouts. “I would have ducked in time. I don’t need you guys watching my every move.”

  “If you’re all done arguing, we’ve got more incoming,” Damion says. He already snuck over to the panels and deactivated the lasers by himself.

  Mazzy, Tristan, and I all get up just in time to see mines drop from the ceiling as more panels in the wall open up revealing test robots with huge shields. Behind them are tiny mobile turrets that take cover behind the shields and then zoom out to taser us. I’ve got hit by one of those little suckers before; they sting worse than a nest of angry hornets, but even worse, they paralyze you for a few seconds as well.

  “I’ve got the mines,” Mazzy says confidently. “Take cover.”

  We all duck behind the barricades that have sprung up the room and watch as Mazzy stops all of the mines in mid-fall. It’s an amazing sight—I remember when she could only control one object at a time if she concentrated really hard, but she just stopped around two dozen falling mines at the same time while simultaneously being fired at by those annoying taser turrets.

  With a shout, she then hurls all of the mines at the opposite wall, making it so they bounce off and land near the line of shield robots approaching us. It works perfectly; the blasts from all the mines leave the robots heavily damaged and more importantly shieldless. In other words, they’re dead meat for us to clean up. I leap out of cover and charge for the nearest test robot. These things are usually pretty tough, but after getting torn apart by that mine, all it takes is one clean punch to obliterate the robot, who raises its shield feebly before I send it crashing against the wall where it bursts in an explosion of bolts and circuitry.

  When I turn to face the others, I’m pleased to see they’ve already taken out the other test robots. The room is quiet except for the occasional zap of a burnt fuse from one of the robots we just trashed, and I can still kinda smell the patch of my hair that got burnt by that laser.

  None of us let our guards down, though. We stay in ready position, waiting to see if there are any more threats.

  “That’s ten rounds,” Ms. Fischer’s voice comes in over the loudspeaker. “Come back for debriefing.”

  We all breathe a collective sigh of relief and start making our way back to the prep room. Judging by our recent performance, this was actually one of our more successful simulation runs, given that nobody got seriously injured.

  “Bitchin’ hairdo,” Damion says, pointing to my hair and smirking.

  I don’t say anything in return, but give Tristan a dirty look. He scoffs at me and disappears into a shadow, not giving me the chance to start anything with him.

  Mazzy seems stressed out. “Well, at least that wasn’t a catastrophe like last time. I don’t know how we’re supposed to pass the Test like this, though.”

  It hurts me to hear her say that. Does she not believe in me enough to protect her? Ever since I opened up to Mazzy—and especially since we have finally been able to have sex a month ago—my powers have grown tremendously, and I know I’m much stronger than I was the last time I took the Test.

  “Mazzy, I will do everything I can to make sure you pass the Test,” I tell her with as much sincerity as I can convey.

  “That’s just the thing, though,” she says with a sigh. “It’s not just me that has to pass the Test—we all do.”

  Even Damion, who’s usually always annoyingly cocky, has nothing to say to that.

  With Tristan off somewhere in the shadow realm, the three of us walk silently back to the prep room for our debriefing with Mr. Fischer.

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  Our whole class is changing in the locker room when I bump into Tristan again, who’s just stepping out of the shower, his black hair dripping with water.

  He pretends not to see me, but I purposefully step in his path so he can’t pass. He’s a few inches taller than me, but I’m probably twice his weight—even with the missing arm—from all the muscle mass I have. With just a towel hanging around his waist, I have to admit that despite being on the slim side, Tristan is in great shape. Still though, I’m not afraid of him, and I’m actually pretty pissed off about what happened during the simulation earlier.

  “You gonna apologize for what happened today?” I say.

  “For what?” he replies, rolling his eyes.

  “If you say you’re gonna do something, then do it, or else we’re all gonna get killed during the Test!” I say, taking a half step forward.

  “I’m not the one who failed the Test,” he says. He was being evasive before, but now he’s looking me right in my eyes. “I’ve been at the top of my class since I got here, and I’m in perfect form to ace the Test.”

  “Is that why you let an assassin right past you and almost got Mazzy killed?” I scoff.

  I guess that pissed him off. He sends me back a few feet with a shove, which is exactly what I was hoping he’d do. Now I have an excuse to give him a light pounding. I start moving forward, but I didn’t realize that we’ve drawn a crowd, and some people step in to separate us.

  I’m not about to start a huge brawl in the locker room, so I let Hemorrhage and another student move me away from Tristan.

  Part of me knows I shouldn’t be trying to start fights with my own Test teammates, but I can’t help it; even though it’s common at the Academy, I’ve never had to share a woman before, and while I can accept Damion’s cockiness, Tristan’s aloofness really gets on my nerves because it makes me feel like he doesn’t care about Mazzy enough. Of course, he thinks he’s hotter than a bag of tater tots (another Midwest saying), so in his mind his aloofness is justified. So while it would be nice if we could all just get along, I find myself constantly thinking about what they’re doing to the woman I love when I’m not around, and that’s a recipe for a bad mood.

  If there is one silver lining to today, however, it’s that Mazzy is going to spend the night with me later. I know that I shouldn’t think about that before stepping into the locker room shower, but it’s too late; as soon as I imagine what I’m going to do to Mazzy when the two of us are alone, my flagpole is already at full staff. I remove my towel anyway and let the hot water wash over m
y anxious cock. If I weren’t surrounded by my classmates, I’d love to rub one off right now, but it’s probably for the best—this way, I can save all of my love for Mazzy tonight.

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  “Just give him a chance,” Mazzy says.

  We’re both lounging in our fancy Academy-issued bathrobes after our second session of bed-shaking sex tonight. Mazzy is once again trying to get me to hang out with her and Damion together (she knows asking me to hang out with Tristan would be too much of a long shot right).

  “You don’t have to feel jealous,” she adds, sitting down in my lap and picking up a plate of grapes from my desk. “The love you and I share is pure—there’s nothing either of us could do to lessen it.”

  In the moment, I believe her, but I know I’ll feel different when the time actually comes for us to hang out. I’ve actually agreed to it before, but backed out at the last second. It just felt too weird. Apparently because of the way Damion’s power works, he can actually feel the connection that the three of us share with Mazzy, and so he’s much more understanding of the fact that we have to share her. I just wish it were that easy for me.

  “I know, Mazzy, and I’m trying,” I tell her, stroking her long blond hair and biting off one of the grapes she offers me. “It’s just... I get so possessive with you. The only reason I don’t tear both their heads off is because I know you love them. And the fact that Damion saved your life.”

  “So think about that instead of what we do in the bedroom,” she says to me. “Besides, you know the Test is coming up, and our results in the simulations have sucked recently—”

  “We will pass the Test,” I suddenly say in a serious—perhaps too serious—tone. My whole body tensed up as soon as she said that word; I guess even though I’ve regained my confidence, I still have baggage when it comes to the Test.

  Mazzy and I are so in touch with each other that she senses the change in my demeanor instantly.