Empowered Academy 1984

by Dawn Jansen

  To my surprise, however, Damion is the one who makes the first move on me. As Tristan holds me in his arms, Damion grabs the back of my head and moves in for a deep kiss. It’s fast, hard, and filled with passion—exactly what I was craving. My body melts into Tristan’s arms as Damion’s tongue explores the wetness of my mouth, and Tristan’s power surges in response. He moves a hand over to my breast, groping eagerly over my bra and shirt, as his other hand positions itself on my warm belly. He bites and kisses at my ear—one of my most sensitive areas—as he continues to feel my breasts, making my nipples perk up in delight, as I moan into Damion’s long kiss.

  One of my favorite things about making love in the shadow realm—aside from the overall added level of stimulation that the realm naturally adds—is the variety of the positions that the shadow realm makes possible. Since there’s no up or down or left or right, just these strong waves of shadow energy buoying us adrift, Tristan and I often end up in some very exotic positions on our own. Now that Damion has joined the mix, though, that sense of directionlessness is even more enhanced. The three of us have become a tangle of limbs, moaning, caressing, kissing and loving throughout the shadow realm.

  My power craves more, though. I hold back Damion’s next kiss and look for Paul. He’s drifting nearby. He still has a look of wonderment on his face, but I can tell he’s reluctant to join in. I know it’s only because he’s removed himself from the link we’ve created, though.

  “Come here, Paul,” I say, reaching out my hand to him, wanting him to rejoin us in the same way that made it possible for the four of us to all enter the shadow realm.

  Tristan is lost in passion now, too busy kissing at my neck to maneuver us closer to Paul, but Paul does a pretty good job working his way through the shadow realm, and when we finally lock hands, I feel that the connection between the four of us is complete again. I squeeze his hand tightly, never wanting to be severed from this link again.

  As Paul and I kiss, Tristan lifts up my shirt from behind, giving Damion free rein to gorge himself on my tits. I can feel the guys becoming agitated, their desire to fuck me growing more and more frantic, and it’s turning me on so much, feeding the core of my power. I feel like I’m surrounded by a pack of feral beasts who only want one thing—me—but at the same time, the emotional connection I share with these men is so strong that this desire is accompanied by a deep longing and loving as well.

  Just like before, we can all feel each other’s emotions, and every one of us is overcome by only one overwhelming need: the desire to cement our bond. There isn’t any trace of jealousy between us now; instead, the power of love is spreading among us and growing stronger.

  Paul is the first to scoop my legs up toward him, and I help him get my pants off as Damion and Tristan work my shirt up fully over my head. I literally feel them become more excited when they see what I’m wearing underneath; I finally put that Academy-issued lingerie to use. I’m wearing a white garter with stockings that clip on to it, and a matching silk white bra. Yeah, I came prepared.

  Their love mixed with lust is making me dizzy with desire, and I anxiously undo the button at the crotch of my panties, lifting it up to reveal my pussy that’s now glistening with anticipation. The smell of my sex wafts throughout the shadow realm, intoxicating the boys who are joining me in stripping down to their birthday suits.

  Paul is too eager, though. He only has the patience to tug his pants down and then he’s already positioning himself in between my legs. At the same time, I’m greeted by two hard cocks on either side of me, each belonging to one of my other wonderful boyfriends.

  I get started on tasting Tristan’s cock first, and I moan onto his thick shaft as Paul inches his cock into my pussy, packing me tightly with all his flesh. Our moans and excited exhalations echo through the shadow realm, and everybody’s pleasure is intensified fourfold. As I clamp my lips around Tristan’s cock, I can literally feel the erotic satisfaction as he’s receiving, just as I’m sure he can feel the thrilling intensity of Paul working his dick in and out of my pussy.

  As we twist and roll through the landscape of the shadow realm, I find myself on top of Paul now. My legs are clamped around his naked body as he continues to excavate the depths of my pussy with his relentless cock. I’ve been riding on the verge of an orgasm for a while now and I’m getting closer to the edge when I suddenly feel a large pair of hands on my back and ass. Without even looking, I know it’s Tristan, and I know what he wants to do.

  This lingerie set only provides easy access to the front, so I help Tristan out by moving my panties to the side, revealing my virgin asshole to him. I’ve never done this before, but I’m mad with lust now, and I just want to be consumed by the men I love. The head of Tristan’s dick is still dripping with my own saliva, which should help make this a little easier, and as he parks himself at the entrance to my back door, Paul stops fucking me long enough to accommodate Tristan. I feel my walls contracting around Paul’s cock that’s now throbbing inside me, but when Tristan finally nudges his way in from behind, my pussy clamps down involuntarily on Paul’s member that has been obediently waiting to resume its thrusting, and Paul groans loudly in response.

  I thought it would be more painful, but the pleasure that both of them are feeling is flooding my senses, overriding any pain that might be there. What’s even better is that we don’t have to communicate anything to each other with words; Tristan knows he’s the first guy to take my asshole, and he also knows how good he’s making me feel, so he doesn’t waste any time finding the right rhythm to bring both of us—or all four of us, rather—to the heights of ecstasy.

  Damion’s cock is at the perfect position for me to greedily devour it now. Feeding off the power that Paul and Tristan are fucking into me, I force Damion deeper and deeper into my mouth, going past my comfort zone and continuing to suck on him despite the occasional gagging. This is my first time having two guys inside of me at the same time, but even more than the incredible feeling of fullness in my pussy and ass, I’m overwhelmed by the physical closeness of the other parts of our bodies as well. Our limbs are all rubbing against one another, flesh on flesh, and as my chest is pressed against Paul’s firm pecs, I also feel Tristan’s hands and torso on my own back.

  It’s become impossible to tell whose arm belongs to whom, or even whose pleasure belongs to whom. I even feel like our hearts are beating together. Lost in our passion, in our love, we’ve truly merged into one consciousness, completely in sync. I know that Tristan and Paul are feeling each other through my walls, and they’ve achieved a perfect rhythm that is bringing me a kind of pleasure I never imagined was possible.

  Since all of our feelings are exponentially amplified among each other, it doesn’t take long before we all feel ready to come. Though I’ve had several tremor-like mini-orgasms throughout the blur of lovemaking that we’ve been absorbed in, the unrelenting, tribal thrusting of Paul and Tristan in both my holes has been adding to the pressure in my core, and as I feel the boys getting ready to come, I know that I can’t hold it back anymore.

  Our moans and cries reach a cacophony when we all finally climax. Though the physical sensation of my orgasm courses through my body in powerful waves, I find myself even more so overcome emotionally by the powerful intimacy of the situation. Surrounded by my lovers, I feel that I am the center of attention, the center of their love; like I am the life-giving sun, and they are the planets orbiting around me in worshipful procession.

  Paul, Tristan, and Damion all fill me with their love at the same time, flooding every crevice of my body. The ability to think logically or form comprehensible thoughts leaves me totally as I succumb to the staggering pleasure of all our orgasms.

  When I finally regain the ability to understand reality again, we’re all naked, hearts beating powerfully, collapsed among each other atop a slowly moving shadow wave.

  There isn’t any need to say anything, because the synthesis we achieved goes far beyond what words are capab
le of.

  As we lie there in bliss, we suddenly all start laughing—giggling at first, but then the giggles give way to full-blown, euphoric laughter.

  It worked.

  Chapter 24

  Tristan

  It’s December 22, and we just finished our last test chamber simulation before the Test. Tomorrow we get our one day of rest, and then it’s game time.

  As the four of us—me, Mazzy, Damion, and Paul—wait in the prep room for debriefing with Mr. Ward, we’re all talking excitedly about the simulation we just ran.

  “I’m telling you, we would have finished even faster if I didn’t get freaked out by that one hologram,” Paul says, and then everybody laughs.

  Ever since we all bonded in the shadow realm, it’s been like night and day with our group. After experiencing something like that, it’s impossible for us not to feel close to one another and understand where everybody is at. While we’re all bonded by our love with Mazzy, at the same time we’re also able to get along together. And I finally feel like my relationship with Paul is back to normal.

  “I can’t believe you forgot you can fly, though,” Mazzy says with a smile.

  “It’s only been two days,” Paul says, shrugging his shoulders. “Give me a break.”

  Oh yeah—Paul can fly now. It takes a lot out of him, and he can only sustain it for a few minutes, but he’s getting better at it.

  All of our powers, in fact, have become greatly enhanced since the night we bonded. I can now control shadows to an extent, making them larger or smaller at will so that I can jump in and out of the shadow realm more easily. Damion can now manipulate people without needing to touch them, which is a huge upgrade. And Mazzy is somehow now able to manipulate organic objects—AKA people—which was impossible before. While she can’t twist them like putty the way she can inorganic objects, she can hold them still or push them away, for example.

  “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Damion asks with a devilish grin.

  “I’ve always wanted to see the guys locker room,” Mazzy says, biting her lower lip seductively. “You guys thinking what I’m thinking?”

  Paul clears his throat. “That’s our one rest day,” he says with a grimace. “The Test is serious. Maybe we should actually, you know, get some rest?”

  I can feel Paul’s apprehension. I put my hand on his shoulder. “It’s gonna be fine, Paul,” I tell him. “We’re doing amazing now.”

  Even I’m a little shocked that I was the one to comfort him; that was always Mazzy’s job. I can’t help it though—I actually do care for him now.

  “Paul’s right though,” Mazzy says. “We shouldn’t get carried away. Besides, that’s what Christmas day is for.”

  “We agreed on no gifts, right?” Damion asks.

  “Right,” the three of us say in unison.

  “You guys are my gifts,” Mazzy says in a purposefully corny voice, which makes us all chuckle again.

  “Ya’ll giggling like a buncha’ damn schoolgirls,” Mr. Ward says as he comes in the room.

  “Well, I am a schoolgirl, technically,” Mazzy says, which provokes snickers from the rest of us.

  Mr. Ward lays our simulation results on the debriefing table and then sits down, kicking his Converse Chucks up on the table.

  “Looks like ya’ll started eating your Wheaties,” Ms. Ward says as he looks over the papers. “These are the highest scores I’ve seen in a while...”

  “Any hints on what they’ve got planned for us on Friday?” Mazzy asks.

  Mr. Ward lifts one eyebrow up at her, and I can’t tell if he’s either amused or offended that she’d ask.

  “What makes you think I’d know that?” he says.

  “You’re one of the most senior teachers,” Paul says. “You must have had some say in our Test.”

  “Alright, I’ll tell you something,” Mr. Ward says, looking over his shoulder and then leaning forward. “But only cause you’re cute,” he says to Mazzy. “It ain’t gonna be like the normal simulations—or even the other Tests. There’s gonna be more than just machines and holograms...” Then he leans back in his chair again.

  We fire off a barrage of questions at him in response, but nothing breaks his resolve.

  “I ain’t answering your bullshit,” he says with a laugh. “I already said too much.”

  Mr. Ward stands up and grabs the papers off the table. “You let them rest tomorrow,” he says to Mazzy with a wink. It’s no secret how the four of us have improved so much in such a short amount of time. “And good luck on Friday.”

  We all look at each other quizzically once he’s left the room.

  “What else is there besides machines and holograms?” Mazzy asks.

  “Traps?” Paul says with a shrug.

  “People...” I say, and then a dark silence falls over the room.

  “Each other?” Damion asks.

  “They wouldn’t do that, would they?” Mazzy asks, looking toward Paul and I as the two here with the most experience.

  Paul and I look at each other grimly. “No,” I say. “I don’t think so, anyway. But no matter what happens, we’ll be okay. We’ll stick together.” When I say that, I look not just at Mazzy, but at the guys too, who are now almost as important to me as she is because I know that without them giving it their all, we might not make it through whatever the Academy has in store for us on Friday.

  Chapter 25

  Mazzy

  The day has finally come.

  I’m all suited up in my battle gear—cargo pants, combat boots, tactical vest—waiting for the guys to join me in Test Chamber Delta, which has been closed off to the rest of the Academy for our Test.

  Ever since the four of us became more attuned, I had been feeling much more optimistic about the Test, but when Mr. Ward dropped that hint two days ago that it wouldn’t be a “normal” Test, that put me on edge. As a result, it’s been all I’ve thought about over the past 48 hours, and no matter who I ask, nobody has been able to tell me for sure what it might mean.

  After a few seconds, my better halves join me in the test chamber. I was feeling nervous standing here on my own, but as soon as I see them coming toward me, a wave of relief washes over me as I know these are the only people in this world that I can truly depend on.

  It’s a strange realization for me too. My whole life I’ve had to fend for myself and get by on my own, but now I have not just one person I can rely on, but three—and they’re all amazing in different ways.

  We took Mr. Ward’s advice and spent yesterday just relaxing and mentally preparing for today, so when the boys join me by my side, I naturally feel myself heating up just by their presence alone. Ever since I started officially seeing all three of them, not a day has gone by that I haven’t satisfied both my own sexual desire and the craving of my power, so yesterday was a bit of an anomaly.

  “You look sexy as usual,” Tristan says. The fact he’s still flirty at a time like this puts me further at ease; it shows he’s confident.

  I give Paul a quick kiss on the lips. Judging by the steely look in his eyes and the firm hand he places at the small of my back, he’s ready.

  Damion looks relaxed too, which is a good sign. He pulls me in for a quick hug and kiss, sending a wave of reassuring energy into me when we make contact.

  “There will be plenty of time for that after the Test,” says a voice from behind us. It’s the Architect, dressed in a white lab coat with a turtleneck underneath and, of course, her trademark sunglasses. A thin, older man who I’ve never seen before is with her, holding a clipboard.

  “I see you’ve done well in bringing your squad together, Mazzy,” the Architect says to me. “I expected nothing less. I will be watching from the observation room. Do what you’ve been trained to do, and you will pass, becoming fully fledged EMPs. Forget your training, and you will fail—and possibly lose your life in the process. Good luck.”

  Terse as usual, the Architect then turns around and leaves, her valet follow
ing shortly behind her.

  “You heard her; no more amnesia and we’re fine,” Tristan jokes.

  “I’m ready to smash something,” Paul says, bouncing around on his toes. I love seeing him so raring to go; it’s a far cry from the taciturn zombie I first met half a year ago.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything. This is what we’ve been training for all these months, and now we finally get to prove ourselves. Besides, we’re all in top shape, especially after forming our bond last week.

  Suddenly, the lights turn red and the test chamber starts reconfiguring itself, getting ready to dish out the first challenge of our Test. We take one last look at each other and get ready to kick some ass.

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  We’re about four rounds in, and already I’m starting to feel suspicious. They’re giving us a run for our money, sure, but this is nothing that they haven’t thrown at us in simulations already. This is the infamous Test; shouldn’t it be harder?

  “Didn’t Mr. Ward say this wasn’t going to be a normal Test?” I ask after disposing of the last remaining turret by making it implode in on itself.

  “Maybe he was just trying to psyche us out?” says Tristan, brushing bits of destroyed robot off his shoulder.

  “No. Something’s up,” Paul says. “This is even easier than my last Test...”

  “It doesn’t help worrying about it,” Damion chimes in. “Just stay on your toes and be ready for anything. We’re doing great so far.”

  The lights start flashing red again, indicating the fifth round is beginning. The metal structures that were put in place for the fourth round get removed, receding back into the structure of the test chamber and behind heavy panels.

  For a while, the room is silent, but none of us dare to move. We just stay ready in the combat formation we’ve trained in countless times, with each of us facing one of the cardinal directions.