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Here's the conclusion of Of Capes, Cowls, and Cuddles Issue 2: Power in All Its Forms. I want ti thank everyone who's read this far, and especially everyone who's commented with thoughts, questions,corrections, or images of my hat being stolen. As was the case with Issue 1, there will be an Interlude or two checking in on other characters in the story besides Bridget before we go into the next issue. 

There will also be a poll asking about people's favorite character as of the end of Issue 2, and it would mean so much to me if people who read and enjoy this story would vote. I won't promise anything, but I certainly did think about the results of the Issue 1 poll when I was planning the rest of the story.

Lastly, I'd like to give a shout-out to my wonderful sister, who has helped me immeasurably by being my editor, sounding-board, and the mind behind some of the neatest things in this story (like Stell!). It's no exaggeration to say that without her, this story would be much shorter, much worse and much further behind schedule.

The events of these last three Gala chapters were some of the earliest scenes we worked on together, and it's amazing to me that we made it fa enough that you all can enjoy them. And I certainly hope that you do :) 

Now, without further ado, I present, 

Issue 2: Chapter 12 Part 3: Chief Executive

Bridget followed behind Stell and her escorts as stealthily as she could, dodging between gaggles of well-dressed attendees, and stopping to take some hors d'oeuvres from a passing server, while keeping her eyes trained on her quarry. She managed to creep her way back into earshot just as Sonia Quentin was finishing her pitch to Leanne.

“-so, as you can see, a partnership with Vector would remove all practical limitations on your technical capabilities, and provide a vehicle for a vast expansion of the Stalwart Six's budget. In exchange for some minor assistance in materials testing and your participation in a few public relations events, of course.”

Leanne rested her chin on her hand thoughtfully, then sighed.

“I'll need to confer with the rest of the team, if you could give us a few moments,” she replied evenly, her face impassive.

“Certainly.”

As she backed a few paces away from Leanne, and let Isis past to go collect Kendra, Sonia Quentin looked over her shoulder, and her eyes locked with Bridget's. But the executive's imperious stare was changed, replaced by something dark and inhuman. They had become two pulsing black pools, as though the white and iris had been swallowed up by her pupils. Bridget wanted to look away, but could only stand there transfixed, as they pulled her in to be devoured by their emptiness.

<<Well, what have we here, little flesh thing? Your scent and your sound are incongruous. The Void resounds in you, but you are not mine.>>

Bridget heard the psychic voice of the creature that wore Sonia's skin. It was soft, but the feminine hiss of its whispers was full of menace.

<<Flesh>>

<<Scent>>

<<Sound>>

The words rang through her head more insistently than Val's did; their echoes refusing to release their hold on her mind.

“So, does this mean Vector will pay our tuition and everything?”

Ms. Quentin's head toward Sami to answer in the affirmative, and Bridget was no longer trapped woman's terrible gaze. She shook her head, trying to clear the image out of her mind. She was amazed that no one else had reacted to the horrible display. Surely, even if she was the only one who could hear the Voidwalker's voice, other people had to have noticed the eyes. But no one else had let out even a gasp of surprise, and nearly everyone was carrying on their conversations as though an alien horror had not just announced its presence.

Phoebe was the only exception; she tilted her head, as though her superhuman ears had picked up a sudden sound, but she stayed silent, her face covered and unreadable, and after a moment, she turned back to her teammates.

Val, what do I do? Bridget thought frantically, rooted to the spot a table's length away from the alien she couldn't get out of her head.

But it wasn't the familiar brusqueness of Val's voice that she heard.

<<Tell me, little spawn. Do you carry my scientist in your brain? Or is it just her corpse, the strangled refrain of her essence, that lets you see the truth beyond your little world of meat?>>

<<Spawn>>

<<Strangled>>

<Little o...>

The sound of the stranger pounded at her head, but she could just barely hear distant snatches of Val's voice over the psychic gale that buffeted her.

<-don't...do any...> Val faded in and out like a signal from a bad radio.

<<Corpse>>

<<Brain>>

<...react>

As Bridget fought to clear her head, she saw that Kendra had returned, and had joined the negotiation.

Could you show us the exact wording? I'd like to run some calculations.”

Bridget staggered forward a few steps, hoping that Sonia would be distracted enough that she could get closer, even though the primeval part of her brain screamed at her to run from the monster, to hide in a closet somewhere until it found something else to devour.

The executive turned her head, but it was only to issue a command to her subordinate.

Show them the terms,” she ordered curtly.

Of course, miss,” came the woman's reply. Her voice was high and sharp, but there was an utter fanaticism in even that short statement that made the hair on the back of Bridget's neck prick up.

The secretary reached for her tablet, and began poking at it, but Bridget didn't see what happened after that.

Instead, the eerily familiar voice of the secretary brought forth a sudden memory, and in a flash of Val's purple energy, she found herself in a dark passageway, its metal walls illuminated only by a sliver of violet light from behind her. She looked down at herself, and after another flash and burst of static, saw arcs and tendrils of dim Voidwalker energy where her body ought to have been. She recognized the passage as the one in Val's memory of the death of Echo.

But before she could finish orienting herself or figuring out what Val had wanted to show her, there was another burst of static, then the all-too-familiar human voice of Discordant Aria, her words punctuated by the clang of her high heels on the laboratory's metal floor.

Cadenza! I know you're here somewhere, you worthless cloud-worm!” she bellowed. With a start, Bridget realized that her voice was the voice of Sonia Quentin's assistant, save that in her guise as a secretary, her words lacked the venom and hatred that she now hurled at her nemesis.

Val kept moving, and didn't respond as she glided down the passage, which plunged into total darkness as soon as she turned a corner. With each new burst of static, Bridget could feel Aria's words getting further and further away.

Aria too, must have realized that her quarry had eluded her. There was no more sound of heeled footsteps, and her parting shot sounded as though it came from far off, though its malice was undiminished.

I swear, Cadenza! I will hunt you to the ends of the universe! And when I find you, it will be my hand that forces you to answer for your foul sedition against Quantum Sonata, Warmistress of the Voidwalkers!”

Suddenly, Val stopped short as the passageway came to an abrupt dead end, and the scene dissolved again into static.

An instant later, Bridget found herself back in Shelby Hall, staring directly at what she now knew was the human disguise of the being whose dearest ambition was to devour the whole world. Aria's reverence for Sonia Quentin, and the sheer power that Vector's CEO wielded were clear evidence that she couldn't be anyone other than the Warmistress herself. As Bridget stood there, she was suddenly struck by the utter futility of resisting this ancient galactic monster. As if to underscore the point, the voice of Quantum Sonata assaulted her mind once more.

<<No response, little spawn?>> the Warmistress asked. <<Well, then, perhaps the best way to discover what you are, is to find out what happens when I squeeze.>>

<<Squeeze>>

<She ca...> Val's voice was a whisper, hovering on the edge of silence.

<<Squeeze>>

Bridget felt a sudden, crushing pressure in her chest. She tried to take a breath, but she felt only a burning pain, and a sensation as though someone had clamped her lungs in a vice that refused to let them expand. She tried again and again, but the pain only worsened, as her body cried out for air that it couldn't receive.

Val! Val! Bridget thought frantically. What do I do? Help me! She tried to reach for the warmth of Val's presence, but she found only the scantest trickle where an ocean ought to be. Bridget felt tears burning in her eyes, but she looked defiantly at Quantum Sonata nonetheless. She hoped against hope that the shape of her energy signature might offer some way to escape. But it only conformed just how doomed she was. A tendril of blackness was burrowed into Bridget's chest, tying her like a disobedient dog to Sonia Quentin's right hand.

No, no no no no no! Bridget tried to retreat, hoping to block the energy with one of the tables of guests, putting some life energy in the path of the gravitic tentacle that was slowly suffocating her. But it was no use. It followed her as naturally and easily as water flowing into the sea, altering its course without offering a moment's respite.

<<Pitiful. I thought I had found something of value. But you are nothing at all, just an errant spark to extinguish. Farewell.>>

<<Nothing>>

<<Extinguish>>

The world around Bridget began to blur, and blackness began to eat away at the edges of her vision. She could barely make out Sonia Quentin, contract in hand, proffering the agreement for Leanne's final inspection. The rest of the Stalwart Six mumbled among themselves, but Leanne was about to put pen to paper, and condemn her team, and everyone on the planet, to the service of the Warmistress.

Bridget had no clever ideas, no plan, or no final trick left up her sleeve.. Val might have, but the voice of the Warmistress overpowered the last strains of her voice as Bridget suffocated. Her thoughts grew fuzzy, and it was harder and harder to hold them together; as fast as she could think them, they slipped out of her grasp. The only thing she knew was that she had to do something, and that something couldn't be using her powers.

At that moment, as the blackness filled more and more of her vision, she saw Leanne lift the pen, and she acted on her oxygen deprived-brain's first and most basic instinct.

Shielding her eyes from Quantum Sonata's terrible gaze with her right arm, she used all the strength she had left to charge directly toward the Warmistress and the leader of the Stalwart Six.

FUCK NO!” She wheezed out the last of the air in her lungs as she tried to elbow the Warmistress with her right arm and grab at the contract with her left. There were eight simultaneous gasps as the heroines and the Voidwalkers all stared at her in shock. But this final effort was too much for Bridget in her weakened state. Her wild grab missed its target, and her blind rush sent her careening into the table.

It was an impressive, expensive table, made from mahogany and covered in a hand-woven white cloth, more expensive and higher-class than anything Bridget would ever own. But, well made as it was, it couldn't withstand the sudden addition of Bridget's weight on one end, and so, with a slow, creaking groan of protest, it began to fall. The motion sent the contract, the tablecloth, the table, and Bridget collapsing to the floor with a cacophonous crash, right where Quantum Sonata stood, eagerly awaiting her victory.

Sonia Quentin staggered and buckled under the weight of the impact, and Bridget felt her lungs fill again with giant gulps of air. For a moment, the room fell completely silent, so that the only thing she heard was a terrified cry of <<Little one!>> that sounded in Bridget's head.

Then, all at once, the room erupted into chaos.

END OF ISSUE 2

 

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Oh my! I think I hate you for leaving us hanging with something like this. Did you learn sadism from television show-runners? :-)

What a great sequence! Knowing that Bridget couldn't reveal her powers, I sort of expected her to do something like this, but still, reading it was exciting and energizing. It's kind of amazing that she, the "little one," sees things so much more clearly than the entire Stalwart Six, but I guess that's what comes from having a universal being hanging out in your brain. Still, the S6 do seem to be a bit thick at times...

Needless to say, I can hardly wait for Issue Three.

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I’m glad you’re excited! A few people have asked me not to use cliffhangers quite so often as in the early chapters, so I try to get good mileage out of the ones I do use. 

In defense of the Stalwart Six, Quantum Sonata’s power is difficult to detect by conventional means if you’re not a Voidwalker, and she made them a pretty incredible offer. So as strange as it may have felt, they had a lot of reasons to minimize any uneasiness. Also they’re a team of twenty-somethings, not actually that much older than Bridget, even though to her they seem so much older. But yes, they can definitely be thick sometimes. 

We may also get a chance to see more of their thinking in an upcoming Interlude, just maybe ;)

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Absolutely phenomenal! Bravo! Five Stars ☆☆☆☆☆ And also a few spades ♤♤♤♤♤ :)

My favorite character is obviously Val. You may have noticed she was part of my inspiration for Angel Hunter.

As for things I'd like to see in upcoming chapters: I've noticed this story has absolutely no Male characters. That is to say, no meaningful male characters. Even the big boss of the Hellbloods turned out to be just a puppet to Kimmy. So that's one thing I'd like to see; a little gender diversity as the series continues.

Other than that, you're doing a fantastic job; much better than I could ever hope to do. I've already given Sophie & Pudding the titles of Princess & Queen of DailyDiapers, so perhaps I could make you the... Empress? Priestess? Fairy Godmother? I dunno. Whatever title you want it's yours! :D

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You can be our story-writing kitty cat and live in the castle and have all the expensive food!! *pets*

But Selphie.  Seriously.  I am so enthralled in this narrative.  It has like 2% ABDL content.  It's like.  2% milk.  But 2% AB.  And I don't care at all.  It's just such a great read.  It's so cute.  It's so well thought-out.  It's got so much plot and intricacy.  And I am just enamored with it.  I honestly think you have the makings of a book here.  You're an exceptional writer!  You have no idea how proud of you I am that you have already created so much of C3.  I know writing can be hard for you sometimes. ^_^ 

Gosh I can't wait for more!  And I'm so fascinated on who the side-stories will follow!

On the topic of guy characters, I'm a little relieved.  A lot of super hero movies and comics and books and stuff are all about guys and girls are only there to be the love interest.  So this is like... the reverse of that.  Which is super cool!  Drawing attention to that gender disparity and flipping it around.  I also have the suspicion that only girls can be super heroes in this universe for some reason. o_o

That being said, I'm like 99% sure you are just writing all girls because 1.) it's easier to understand how they think and feel and writing them comes more naturally, and 2.) because you are sooooo gay and you wanna ship all the girl love!!  I know because I'm the same way.  Unless I'm writing a boy who gets made into a girl, I find guys extremely dull to write.  No offense to the gender or anything!  But as a lesbian, guys just don't... make a lot of emotional sense to me.  That isn't to say I haven't written some awesome guys!  But it's considerably harder.  And you're already balancing so many characters.

As for the aliens and gender, maybe they don't have guys?  Maybe their versions of themselves just represent themselves as women for some completely aesthetic reason and has nothing to do with gender? *shrugs*

I dunno.  If you take into consideration only girls being super heroes, Bridget's lack of social life, and the aliens ignoring gender altogether, the lack of prominent male characters doesn't seem out of the ordinary to me.  I know guys have a lot of trouble reading stories that are about girls only because it's harder for them to relate.  But by that same argument, girls have to suffer through that same thing when watching movies where they don't relate to the bimbo love interest.  It's weird, because it can be interpreted as a political stance, though one derived from the very simple fact that girls are so frickin' cute! XD

Long story short, I'm alright with the lack of guys because I'm a girl and it means I relate easily to the cast.  But on the other hand, I know how it feels when I don't have representation, too. *nods*

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Oh, I totally get where you're coming from. There aren't nearly enough Badass Super Heroines in mainstream media. Which is sad, because if Red vs Blue & RWBY have taught me anything it's that watching a group of powerful, scary men get their butts handed to them by an even more powerful, scarier girl is extremely entertaining!

I also realize sexual orientation plays a big part in it. I can see how a girl who has absolutely no interest in men whatsoever might find it hard to write a compelling male character. And believe me, I have no problem reading a story with an all-female cast! I find female characters to be, generally, much more interesting than male characters at least in books.

But I think adding a few minor, but important, male characters wouldn't be such a bad thing, now would it? Maybe have the next superhero you introduce be a guy instead of a girl? Or maybe give Bridget a guy friend who mainly functions as the comic relief? If you need inspiration for guy characters feel free to pick my brain anytime. I would be honored to serve you, Selpharia. :)

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So, first, thank you both for your compliments, they mean so much to me! Seriously, I’m over the moon to make something that people enjoy enough to comment on. Also, yes, I noticed Angel Hunter’s similarity to Val.

I would like to be Faerie Princess, if you’re dispensing titles. I’ve little interest in ruling over humans, but blending cuteness and mischief in an upside-down, inscrutable way is my jam.

As Sophie hypothesized, I write mainly female characters because I am very gay, and want to do more of that girl love writing. But I also wanted to flip the gender dynamics of superhero genre stories. So not only making the female characters awesome, but also freeing them from the requirement that they fulfill male fantasies. Some still do, but a lot of them are intended to just be normal women and enbys with.extraordinary abilities. There will be male characters,  and I want them to be fully realized people, but the spotlight will always be on the female characters and their stories. I’ll spoil a bit and say that there will be a major antagonist in Issue 4 who is male, and we’ll certainly see other male characters besides dads and teachers, maybe in the next Interlude or two ;)

In universe, there was actuSlly a deliberate move to feminize law enforcement, especially meta human law enforcement. There were a lot of theories about how reducing the total amount of testosterone in law enforcement would reduce collateral damage, and improve community outreach.

Also, since Voidwalker gender came up, I figured I’d mention that they have “biological” sex after a fashion, and can reproduce. They have no childhood to speak of; knowledge is transferred during the process of procreation. But all of them begin their lives “male,” that is, unable to produce offspring, and switch to “females” who can reproduce with other females” after a year or two of life. Star Wardens operate similarly.

Also, that 2% AB figure might just increase soon ;)

 

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And now, without further ado, Interlude 2, which is substantially different than everything else. As usual, comments are amazing, doubly so with something a bit more experimental like this.

Interlude 2: A Good Kitten

“Well, that was an absolute shambles.” Leanne slammed the apartment door shut, punctuating her exasperation

“You can say 'total shitshow,' babe. There's no one else to hear,” Isis reminded her, shifting back to her human form atop a pile of discarded clothes and jewelry that mere seconds ago had been her Gala outfit. She gave them a dismissive glance that might as well have come from her feline form, and headed back out into the living room, clad only in her most comfortable pair of black underwear. Draping herself languidly across the well-used cushions of the beige couch, she took a deep breath that quickly turned into a yawn.

“Total shitshow, then,” Leanne said from the kitchenette.

Isis chuckled, and curled herself up on the sofa. Leanne's impeccable received pronunciation clashed delightfully with the profanity she uttered; it was like watching a high-society lady stomp her way through a mud puddle in her best evening gown.

For the next few minutes, Isis just lay there, enjoying the soft warmth of the cushions, and the scents of her grandmother's house, with its three dogs and four cats, that had been woven into the fabric over its decades of service. The hand-me-down couch was her favorite part of their shared living room, a defiantly shabby centerpiece that refused to accommodate the meticulous coordination of expensive and immaculate black leather that surrounded it. Most evenings, she took particular satisfaction in lounging there, half-naked with soda in one hand, as she imagined the chagrin of that Liam Shelby Sr., the patriarch of the Shelby line, whose dour portrait hung on the opposite wall, would feel at the sight.

At the moment though, she was too exhausted to want to bother with the old man, so she just turned the other way, so her gaze turned to the catalog of stains ancient and recent; a less prestigious record of service, but in its own quiet way, no less honorable.

“Tea?” Leanne appeared with a cup and saucer in each hand, “Or would you like it in a saucer, kitten?” Isis felt a little jolt of pleasure dart down her spine that had nothing to do with her partner's electrical powers, save perhaps one. She scooted herself over to let Leanne sit down beside her, then leaned her head against her partner's shoulder as she put her own cup down on the table next to her.

“Cup's fine,” Isis replied quickly, turning over to rest both hands on Leanne's right leg, so her face was right above the tea, steam wafting gently past her nose. Once she was in position, Isis lowered her lips to the tea, and began to lap it up. The process was messy by necessity and the next time Isis looked up, Leanne traced her lips with a finger to catch a few errant drops of liquid. Isis gave Leanne's index finger a nibble as it passed, and Leanne gamely held it in place until she was finished. The tea switched hands, so that Isis found it easier to just lay across her partner's lap to maintain her access to delicious caffeine. In response, Leanne rolled back her skirt so that Isis's head lay on the warm smoothness of her legs, as she ran a hand through her thick dark hair.

Isis sighed a satisfied sigh, thinking how far they'd come since that first time. The nervousness that she'd felt then, the slight shaking of Leanne's hand, and in the rapid beating of her own heart, was gone, and her partner's touch was reassuringly familiar.

“Still, at least I get to walk away from this in a few months. You're the one who's got to deal with my failure. I wanted to set you up to inherit a team with the resources to do anything you wanted, but once Bridget...” her voice trailed off.

“The paramedics said she probably had a seizure or something; that's hardly her fault.” Leanne nodded in agreement, but kept stirring her tea absently, long after the sugar had dissolved. “Besides, I don't think me and that Vector lady would have gotten along great anyway.” It was a transparent excuse, of course, but there was no denying that the woman did make her skin crawl.

She thought of the strange, impassive way that Sonia Quentin had kept her eyes fixed on Leanne and the contract in front of them. The woman had said and done nothing, even as Sami and her parents rushed to Bridget's side, and the staff hurried to administer first aid to the massive gash on the girl's forehead. It wasn't that she'd frozen up; that would have been normal, especially for someone not trained to react in emergencies. It was that she'd watched Leanne clear everyone away, and direct the ensuing chaos, with the same detached interest with which one might examine the scurrying bustle of an ant farm. Once she'd dusted herself off, she'd simply withdrawn to consult with her legal team, which Isis thought was heartless, even by corporate standards.

She'd wanted to complain more forcefully, and in ways that would give even Vector's peerless PR flacks conniptions, but once it was clear that Bridget was going to be all right, Leanne had expressly forbidden it. Sometimes, of course, forbidden didn't mean forbidden, but there had been a steely edge to Leanne's voice that Isis rarely heard outside of combat.

“Besides, it's not that big a loss,” Isis continued. “We'll manage.” She even almost believed it.

Yeah. And, it's not as though it's all bad. For one thing, we'll have our own place soon, where we don't have to answer to anybody.”

She looked over at the dining room table, where her laptop showed picture after picture of the house they'd picked out. It was a tiny thing, that would have barely been considered for to be a guest house in Shelby Manor, but it had a single lovely tree in the yard, and the cutest round window in its front door.

“Just two queers and their quantum pet cat.” Isis said with a smirk.

“I do hope my kitten finds enough scope there for her particular brand of lovable mischief.” Leanne replied, gently tousling Isis's hair.

“I'm sure she will, as long as you remember to take her for walkies now and again.”

“Like she'd ever let me leash her,” Leanne said with a laugh.

“Well, it still counts as a walk if you walk and I ride on you. That's just science.”

“Oh, are we branching out? I thought a spell to make me do it would be more your style.”

“I certainly could if you wanted.” Isis nibbled playfully at Leanne's cheek

“Silly kitten,” Leanne said, sticking out her tongue, all her usual stiffness and dignity absent. “I imagine you'll have quite a lot to learn without adding spell research to the mix.”

“I'll have all that leadership stuff down in no time,” Isis replied with her customary confidence

“I know you will,” Leanne replied, her voice reassuring in the face of the fear Isis didn't need to express aloud. Leanne bent down and kissed her on the forehead. “It should be easy, you won't have a young hotshot leader who insists on trying to fight Iron Eagle, Serrate, and Legion all at the same time.”

“Well yeah,” Isis conceded, “I'd just have two young hotshot teammates who would jump in to fight them all together. Hopefully they'll follow your example and get their heads screwed on right in the end, though.”

“Hopefully. Besides, I'm sure, you'll learn quickly what buttons you need to push to get the response out of them.”

Leanne began tracing her fingers in a light, tingling path over Isis's curves, with the barest hint of electricity every few moments. The sensation drew Isis's attention until her whole awareness was spent following the path of Leanne's touch. Her anticipation grew and grew as Leanne's fingers journeyed lower and lower, flirting first with the small of her back, then gradually winding their way even further down. She let out a sudden gasp of surprise and pleasure as Leanne's fingers suddenly abandoned their tracery to grab at the sensitive little nook right at the base of her butt.

Seizing the moment, Leanne kissed her fully on her open mouth, her tongue pushing just hard enough to make Isis's whole body shudder. A moment later, Isis squirmed forward to reciprocate Leanne's squeeze, taking one of her breasts in each hand, and moving her fingers just enough to flick at her nipples, which stiffened beneath her bra.

It was Leanne's turn to moan in pleasure, and their kiss became a dance, one tongue thrusting forward, one yielding, until the net moment where the situation was suddenly reversed. Leanne's moans rose in pitch as Isis nibbled at the base of her neck,gently enough not to cause pain, but hard enough that Leanne couldn't pull back to escape the riot of sensation.

She only let go when Leanne's fingers moved their way around to her front, massaging her clit through the achingly thing black fabric of her panties, first slowly, then picking up speed as they went up and down along her lips, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her whole body.

“There, that's a good kitten,” Leanne whispered in her ear.

“That's the thing you know,” she continued, wriggling herself off the couch and onto the carpet, so that her head was even with Isis's waist. “Leadership has its own rewards.”

Isis was an accomplished sorceress, and could take the form of any number of creatures great and small. As a result, she didn't think much of the aspects of Leanne's physique that most people pined for. Her golden hair and blue eyes, the soft ivory of her skin, all those were just a cantrip away. Still, she couldn't help but feel in awe of the skillful ways that Leanne cold make use of her three inches of tongue, and the ecstatic spells she could weave with it.

Later, as they cuddled next to each other, utterly spent, Isis asked a question to which she hoped she knew the answer.

“You'll still be there if I need you, right babe?”Her voice quivered with uncertainty that she'd have been mortified if anyone but Leanne had heard

“Of course I will, my good little kitten,” Leanne replied, and drew her into a tight, warm embrace.

 

 

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Hot damn! That was amazing! Quite unlike any other chapter that I remember. The idea of using electrical currents for sexual pleasure is very intriguing to me. I wonder if anyone's ever tried that in real life? I'm afraid of what I might find if I went looking. Who knew Selpharia could be such a dirty girl. ;)

 

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34 minutes ago, Selpharia said:

I am nothing but an innocent, pure, and sweet little faerie, thank you very much! :P

I would like to make a counter-argument:

On 1/31/2018 at 11:09 PM, Selpharia said:

She only let go when Leanne's fingers moved their way around to her front, massaging her clit through the achingly thing black fabric of her panties, first slowly, then picking up speed as they went up and down along her lips, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her whole body.

I rest my case. :P

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Great new chapters. Bridget was lucky to have survived that encounter. What happened to Val? Had hoped the newest chapter would have answered some of the cliffhangers we were left with but I guess we wait for the next chapter. 

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The Interludes are designed to focus on other characters; we’ll get back to Val soon. But I can answer this now: Quantum Sonata is powerful enough that when she sent her energy toward Bridget to speak to her telepathically and suffocate her, it was like a strong radio signal overpowering a weak one. Val couldn’t push her own thought “signal” through Sonata’s interference, even though she’s literally riding Bridget’s neurons

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