Author's Note: I usually don't do pre-chapter author's notes, but I do give warnings in rare cases when appropriate. This chapter contains Explicit Sexual Content and is completely skippable if you're not interested.
Chapter 98
Arc 7 - Ch 15: Protection
Date: Wednesday, August 31, 2011.
Location: House of M, Manhattan, New York
Felicia Hardy carried three delicate champagne flutes. "Here we are," she said, distributing the glasses. "Our first college party. Let's make it one for the books, shall we?"
"I already got expelled," Tyson muttered bitterly.
She waved her hand dismissively. "That doesn't matter, darling. Nothing matters besides your successes." Felicia raised her flute high. "To Tyson! You saved me from a crime lord. You took down a mutant terrorist. You run a successful show and now a shelter. You're the strongest man I know, and you have a good heart to boot." Felicia pressed on, her tone shifted lighter. "No one cares that you've been expelled and won't be able to get a college degree now. But look on the bright side. You're almost a billionaire anyway."
Jessica's laugh was warm and rich. "Here, here!" she said, lifting her flute in solidarity.
Despite himself, Tyson smiled. He raised his glass, clinking it gently against the others' before they all took a drink. The champagne was crisp and cold, bubbles dancing on his tongue.
"Three isn't much of a party," he remarked.
Felicia's eyes glinted with mischief. "Three's plenty," she replied suggestively. She turned her head slightly, addressing the room at large. "Wednesday, turn on some party music for us, would you?"
The opening notes of Evanescence's "Bring Me to Life" filled the air. The haunting melody was at odds with the festive atmosphere she was trying to create. Tyson burst out laughing. She rolled her eyes, though her lips quirked up in amusement.
"More traditional party music, please," she requested, her tone mock-exasperated.
Jessica shook her head, grinning. "The fact that you have an AI is amazing, but having an AI that trolls you is even more unbelievable."
Tyson's laughter subsided to chuckles. "I love Wednesday," he said fondly.
A disembodied voice floated through the room. "Keep it in your pants," Wednesday quipped, the AI's tone so dry they could almost hear the virtual eye roll.
Tyson snorted, and Jessica let out a surprised laugh. Felicia, however, was already moving on to the next phase of her impromptu party plan. She collected their empty champagne flutes.
"This won't do," she declared, reaching behind the bar for larger glasses.
She poured generous amounts of rich, red wine for herself and Jessica. For Tyson, however, she produced an entire bottle of 151-proof rum. Jessica's eyes widened at the sight of the potent alcohol. "Isn't that a bit much?"
Felicia shrugged. "He heals too fast. He needs to drink constantly to keep a buzz."
"She's not wrong," he admitted, accepting the bottle, uncapping it, and taking a hefty swig. The rum burned pleasantly down his throat.
"Alright," she announced, clapping her hands together. "We've got drinks, we've got music. Now we need to get wasted and play a drinking game."
"I thought we played drinking games to get wasted," Tyson pointed out.
Felicia waved her hand dismissively. "Tomato, tomahto."
As the AI finally settled on an upbeat pop song, she gracefully lowered herself onto a leather couch, invitingly patting the space beside her. Tyson joined her, their thighs brushing as he sat. Jessica took an armchair across from them, crossed her legs, and sipped her wine.
"So, what's the game?" she asked in a light tone as she observed the subtle interplay between Tyson and Felicia.
"How about 'Never Have I Ever'?" Felicia suggested with a wicked grin.
Tyson groaned good-naturedly. "Are we in high school again?"
"Oh, come on," Felicia teased, bumping his shoulder with hers. "It's not like we graduated that long ago. It'll be fun."
As they began to play, the atmosphere in the VIP lounge shifted. The music and drinks slowly worked their magic. The weight of Jubilee's death, Tyson's expulsion, and the mutant massacre didn't disappear, but it became more bearable. Laughter filled the air as they drank and shared embarrassing stories. Throughout the game, Felicia's attention remained focused on Tyson. Her touches lingered longer than necessary, her laughter a little more breathless. She was trying to lift his spirits, but there was an undercurrent of something more. Their eyes met over the rim of her wineglass, and for a moment, the rest of the world fell away. Jessica noticed the charged looks and subtle flirtations. She'd known about their previous hook-ups, but this felt different. There was a depth to Felicia's concern, a tenderness in her attempts to cheer Tyson up that spoke of deeper feelings.
"Let's make this interesting. Never have I ever... used my powers for personal gain."
Jessica let out a snort as she took a sip of her wine. "Low blow, Hardy," she said, though her tone held no real heat.
Tyson tipped the bottle of rum to his lips. He said, "You don't even have powers, Felicia. Cheater."
Warm, genuine laughter erupted from the trio. As it died down, Jessica took her turn. "Never have I ever... kissed a supervillain."
Felicia's nose crinkled in protest. "I've kissed Tyson, but he isn't a supervillain, thank you very much. I think he's firmly on the side of good."
Both women turned their gaze to Tyson. With a rueful grin, he took a swig from the bottle of rum.
"Of course, you've kissed a villain before," Felicia said. "We're not surprised." The women dissolved into laughter. Tyson joined in, sharing the details of his fight with Amora.
As the night wore on and the alcohol flowed freely, the questions became more personal, the atmosphere charged with unspoken emotions.
Jessica cleared her throat. "I think I'm going to step out for some fresh air," she announced, feeling like an intruder in an intimate moment.
But Felicia gently grasped her leg before she could rise from her seat. The platinum-haired woman implored, "Stay," as she raised her glass again, taking another deliberate sip of wine but locking eyes with the other woman.
Jessica gulped, feeling a sudden rush of heat that had nothing to do with the alcohol. Her eyes darted between them. After hesitating, she raised her glass, taking a long drink of wine. The atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with a new kind of energy.
"You know, Tyson might have saved me from a crime lord," Felicia began thoughtfully, "but you, Jessica... you saved me in those tunnels."
A blush crept up Jessica's neck. "Tyson was the one who did most of the fighting," she stuttered, uncharacteristically flustered.
Felicia countered, "Yours was the first face I saw."
She moved closer to Jessica, who leaned back slightly, her heart racing as Felicia approached, her face holding wide-eyed surprise and a hint of anticipation. She closed the distance between them, her face mere inches from Jessica's. She reached out and took Jessica's hand in her own.
"Thank you," she breathed, her words a warm caress against Jessica's skin, her thumb tracing circles on Jessica's palm. Then, she gently pressed their lips together in a chaste but meaningful kiss. The kiss lasted only a moment, but it felt like an eternity.
When Felicia pulled away, Jessica was left stunned, her lips tingling and her mind reeling. Her eyes widened as she looked at their joined hands. "I... you're welcome," she managed to stammer out.
Felicia turned, looking over her shoulder to gauge Tyson's reaction. He sat frozen, the bottle of rum forgotten in his hand. His pupils dilated as he took in Felicia, on her hands and knees, having just kissed Jessica. It was an image that short-circuited his brain, leaving him speechless and more than a little aroused. Desire, confusion, and curiosity mingled in the air, creating a heady cocktail that was just as intoxicating as the alcohol. She had thrown a wrench into the dynamics of their little group, and she was clearly enjoying the results.
"Well, it's Jessica's turn to ask a question in our little game."
Jessica blinked, attempting to collect her scattered thoughts. She cleared her throat, speaking with a slightly husky voice. "Right. Never have I ever..." she hesitated, uncertainty flickering across her face before she finished, "...been kissed by a man."
"Oh, Spider-Woman," Felicia purred, chuckling softly as she reached for her wine glass. "Curious, are we?"
Jessica's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "I... I just thought it was a good question for the game," she stammered.
Felicia's lips curled into a knowing smile. She took a sip of her wine. "We might be able to fix that. But who knows if Tyson is too drunk to control his powers."
He snorted but straightened up at Felicia's words. "Well, since I don't have to drink. Challenge accepted."
The metal hovering near the ceiling throughout their game began to lower at Tyson's command. He focused his ferrokinesis to flatten the metal into a barely visible nanosheet. Lifting his shirt over his head revealed his chiseled torso. The metal spread over his skin like liquid mercury, molding to every contour of his muscular frame. As it thinned out, it became nearly invisible; a faint sheen on his skin was the only indication of its presence. Tyson didn't stop at his torso. The metal crept up his neck and face until he was completely covered in the protective layer. He looked almost normal save for the slightest metallic glint in the light.
Felicia sauntered over to Tyson, her hips swaying with each step. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.
For her, this moment was more significant than she let on. His powers had kept a barrier between them, both literally and figuratively. Now, feeling his lips against hers without consequence sent a thrill through her that went beyond physical attraction. For someone who had spent her life stealing precious things, this forbidden touch felt like the most valuable theft of all. A moment that should have been impossible was now hers to savor.
Jessica watched, transfixed, as they kissed. She expected to see the signs of Tyson's power activating, the look of pain, but there was nothing.
Felicia pulled back, holding a triumphant smile. "No pull, no pain. Just... us." Her smile softened as she approached Jessica, reaching out to take her hand. She guided Jessica to her feet. "Now, let's see about fixing that 'never' of yours, shall we?"
Felicia leaned in slowly, giving her ample time to pull back if she wanted. But she found that she didn't want to pull away. Her eyes fluttered closed as Felicia's lips met hers in a soft, exploratory kiss. Unlike their first brief, chaste contact, this kiss unfolded with languid sensuality. She surrendered to the sensation, her hand drifting up to settle on the other woman's waist. The sensation was disorienting in the most intriguing way. In her memories, well Peter's memories, she recalled fantasizing about Felicia Hardy. But those had been a man's desires, viewed through a male lens. Now, experiencing Felicia's touch as Jessica, as a woman, created a strange doubling effect in her mind. The familiar attraction was there but richer, more complex, filtered through her now female body and identity.
Was this desire hers or an echo of Peter's?
The question dissolved as Felicia deepened the kiss, and she realized it didn't matter. Whatever the origin, this moment belonged to her now. Her body responded with an authenticity that couldn't be borrowed or copied.
When they parted, her eyes opened slowly, her gaze immediately flicked to Tyson to gauge his reaction. He stood there, his eyes dark with desire. Felicia noticed and smiled mischievously. She reached out and grasped Tyson's hand, pulling him closer.
"I think it's time we make this a proper party."
With that, she pulled Tyson in, guiding the three of them into a triangle. Jessica found herself between Felicia and Tyson, her body warm while his was solid against hers. Felicia leaned in first, capturing her lips in another kiss. As they kissed, she felt Tyson's presence beside her, his breath warm on her neck. Then, as Felicia pulled away, she gently turned Jessica's face towards him.
Their gazes locked, and Jessica recognized her anticipation mirrored in Tyson's expression. He leaned forward deliberately, allowing her space to withdraw if desired. Their mouths connected in a gentle, exploratory kiss. It was different from kissing, from touching, Felicia. Where Felicia was all soft curves and gentle pressure, Tyson was firm and solid. During their kiss, Felicia's hands steadied her waist and tickled her abs. When they eventually separated, each was breathless. Her mind whirled, the intoxication stemming from more than just alcohol.
"Well," Felicia said, breaking the charged silence. "I think it's safe to say you can't use that 'never' again."
A laugh bubbled up from Jessica's chest, and Tyson chuckled too, releasing some tension. "I guess not," she agreed with a smile.
Felicia's smile softened. She brushed a strand of hair from Jessica's face. "We're just getting started. Never have I ever...," she began again, her voice taking on a sultry tone, "...tasted a woman."
Jessica's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly at the boldness of Felicia's statement.
Tyson set his empty bottle down with a sigh of equal parts resignation and amusement. "I need to get another bottle," he muttered, more to himself than to the others. He moved behind the bar. He knew this game was meant to be a playful distraction, a way to forget their troubles, but it had taken a turn into uncharted territory. He knelt down to find a bottle and muttered, "Illusions count right? Illusions have to count. Otherwise I was only with Illyana that one quickie." He was definitely drunk if he was muttering to himself.
The moment he stepped away, Felicia seized her opportunity. She claimed Jessica's mouth in a passionate kiss that clearly broadcast her intentions. Jessica responded eagerly, her fingers digging into Felicia's shoulders. When she finally broke the kiss, she didn't pull away. Instead, she began placing gentle, teasing kisses down the column of Jessica's neck, eliciting soft moans. Her hands roamed Jessica's body, exploring every curve and contour.
She eased Jessica backward onto a plush sofa, the leather upholstery protesting softly beneath them. Kneeling before her, Felicia maintained unwavering eye contact while lifting Jessica's shirt to reveal her smooth, defined abdomen. .When her tongue darted out, licking a trail towards Jessica's belly button, the brunette couldn't help but arch her back, letting out a half giggle-moan in a silent plea for more.
Tyson returned from behind the bar with a fresh bottle of rum clutched in his hand. He stood stock still for a moment, taking in the sight of the women entwined on the sofa. "Seems like all I'm going to taste is this alcohol," he joked.
Felicia pulled away from Jessica just long enough to respond. "Let me put on the show for once."
Tyson watched, utterly transfixed, as Felicia returned her attention to Jessica, her hands deftly undoing the clasp of her jeans. She peeled the other woman's pants and underwear away, revealing the bare, beautiful skin beneath. She settled herself between Jessica's thighs, and her intent was clear.
Jessica's eyes locked onto Felicia's as her mouth made contact with Jessica's most sensitive area. The sensation of Felicia's lips and tongue against her was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out a low, guttural moan. Her fingers tangled in Felicia's white hair, gripping it tightly.
A fleeting thought crossed Jessica's mind, wondering how strange her first sexual experience as a woman would be. Yet as Felicia pleasured her, the thought transformed. This wasn't about the memories or desires she inherited. This was about discovering her body, a female body that responded to touch in entirely different ways from what resided in her memories. The disconnect between what she remembered and what she was experiencing now was jarring but also liberating. Each sensation was new territory, and the realization made every touch more intense and more significant. This wasn't just pleasure; it was claiming ownership of her physical self in the most intimate way possible.
Felicia's eyes fluttered closed as she savored Jessica's taste and feel. She was lost in the moment; her hands roamed, caressed, and explored. Each stroke, each flick of her tongue, drove the other woman closer to unraveling.
Transfixed, Tyson observed the intimacy with equal parts reverence and longing. The vision of Felicia and Jessica entwined awakened a primal hunger within him. He gulped from the rum bottle, but the fiery spirit only intensified the smoldering desire building in his core.
Felicia's name fell from Jessica's lips like a prayer, her voice filled with desperation and need. Her response was to redouble her efforts, her tongue moving with renewed vigor. She could feel Jessica's body tensing beneath her, the muscles in her thighs quivering with anticipation.
Ecstasy crashed through Jessica with overwhelming intensity, her body shuddering uncontrollably as pleasure radiated through her body. Her passionate cries reverberated throughout the lounge.
As the waves of her orgasm began to subside, she lay there, boneless and panting, her body still tingling with the aftershocks. Felicia placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh before pulling away with a satisfied smile.
Jessica laid on her back, breathing heavily, struggling to recover from her first orgasm.
Tyson had remained rooted to his spot, the bottle of rum clutched tightly in his hand. As the moment's intensity began to ebb, a familiar weight settled on his shoulders. Guilt crept into his mind, dark and insidious. The pleasure he'd just witnessed suddenly felt wrong. Jubilee's face appeared in his mind with painful clarity. Her playful smile, the mischievous glint in her eyes when she teased him, the way her whole face lit up when she laughed. It had been just days since she died. How could he be here, experiencing pleasure, creating new intimacies, when Jubilee's absence still carved such a raw wound in his chest? Each moment felt like a betrayal of her memory. She would never laugh again, never tease him, never experience anything at all. And yet, here he was. What would she think if she could see him now? Would she understand, or would she feel forgotten, replaced? He knew, logically, that she would want him to find happiness. That was Jubilee's nature, generous and bright to the end. But logic couldn't touch the guilt. He'd failed to protect her. That was the truth that haunted him, that made every moment of pleasure feel undeserved. If he couldn't save the woman he loved, what right did he have to seek comfort, to feel anything but the grief and guilt that were his due penance?
Felicia noticed the shift in Tyson's demeanor. She saw the furrow in his brow and the tension in his jaw and recognized the signs of his internal struggle. Without hesitation, she moved to his side as something protective stirred in her chest. She was no stranger to loss; her father's imprisonment had shaped her entire life, but she'd never allowed herself to dwell in that darkness. Seeing Tyson trapped in his memories of Jubilee awakened an unfamiliar desire in her.
Not to steal or seduce but to comfort. To shield.
The Black Cat had always worked alone, taking what she wanted and disappearing into the night. But with Tyson, with this family they were building, she found herself wanting to stay. To help carry burdens rather than add to them. The realization was as frightening as it was exhilarating. In his broken blue-green eyes, she saw a storm of emotions; desire, guilt, grief, and a deep-seated weariness. Felicia reached out, her hand gently cupping Tyson's cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"This is a celebration, Tyson," she said. Her thumb traced the line of his cheekbone, a tender gesture to ground him in the present. "You've faced so much, overcome so many obstacles. You deserve this moment of joy, of connection."
Tyson leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the warmth of her hand against his skin. When he opened them again, Felicia saw the conflict within him.
"I know," he said. "But..."
Felicia's lips curved into a gentle smile as she silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. "If you insist on carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders," she said, her voice taking on a playful lilt, "then you can carry me too."
Without warning, she wrapped her arms around Tyson's neck and jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. Tyson's reflexes kicked in, and his hands moved to support her. His superhuman strength and dexterity allowed him to catch her without spilling or dropping his bottle. The sudden movement and Felicia's closeness startled a laugh out of him. It was a stark contrast to the brooding demeanor he had worn just moments ago.
"See?" Felicia said, her face inches from his. "You're strong enough to carry it all," she purred, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Now, why don't we focus on celebrating? On living in this moment?"
As if on cue, Jessica stirred on the couch, sitting up and watching them with curiosity and lingering desire. Tyson's gaze flickered to her, then back to Felicia.
"I think I can manage that," he said.
Felicia gazed up at Tyson, her green eyes glinting with mischief as her fingers traced along the hard lines of his torso. She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "I think you're going to need more metal."
Her words were punctuated by feather-light kisses trailing down his chest and along his chiseled abs. Desire stirred within him at her touch and the promise in her sultry tone.
"You're right," he murmured, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "Otherwise, this won't end well."
Felicia's lips continued their descent, each press of her mouth against his skin kindling the fire within him. As she reached the waistband of his pants, her fingers deftly working at the fastenings, Tyson focused on the remaining metal sphere, his mind reaching out to manipulate its structure. The sphere began to flatten, spreading out into a thin sheet. As he worked, he removed his remaining clothes, the fabric falling away to reveal the chiseled lines of his body.
Felicia's eyes followed the movement, her gaze drinking in the sight of Tyson's bare skin. She felt a flutter in her chest, at the sight of his already hard cock. Jessica, too, watched with rapt attention, her face still flushed from the aftershocks of her pleasure.
With the metal sheet now flattened, Tyson began to mold it around his lower body. The thin layer of metal clung to his skin, covering him from waist to toes. As he worked, the sheet grew thinner, becoming almost invisible to the naked eye.
Felicia turned back to Jessica, her eyes dark with desire. "You taste good," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "I think I want some more."
Jessica, still recovering from her previous climax, looked up at Felicia with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. At Felicia's words, a fresh wave of desire washed over her, and she found herself eager for more. With fumbling fingers, she lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her toned torso. Her bra quickly followed, freeing her pert, pink nipples to the cool air of the lounge. Felicia, too, began to strip her clothes, revealing her athletic form piece by tantalizing piece. Each inch of exposed flesh drew Tyson's gaze like a moth to a flame. Her white hair tumbled down her back, the only thing left covering her.
Felicia knelt between Jessica's legs once more, her hands roaming over the soft skin of her thighs. She leaned in, tongue darting out to tease the sensitive folds before her, eliciting a low, throaty moan. Jessica leaned back against the plush cushions of the sofa, her body relaxing into the exquisite sensations. Her eyes fluttered closed as a series of soft, breathy moans escaped her lips, each one punctuated by another skillful flick of Felicia's tongue.
"You taste so fucking good," she murmured, words muffled against Jessica's sex. "I could spend all night between your thighs."
Tyson watched the incredibly erotic scene unfold before him, growing harder as he watched.
Felicia paused to look back over her shoulder at Tyson, wiggling her ass enticingly. "What are you waiting for?" she asked challengingly.
The sight of Felicia's ass swaying invitingly made his cock twitch. He knew that she was right; he couldn't just stand there and watch. He needed to be a part of this. Felicia was on her hands and knees, her head buried between Jessica's legs, her white hair spilling over the other woman's thighs. His body thrummed with anticipation, his cock was hard and aching with need.
He moved closer, his gaze locked on the sight of Felicia's shapely ass in the air. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of vanilla and jasmine mingling with the unmistakable musk of her desire.
His fingers gently traced along smooth skin, feeling goosebumps rise at his touch, hearing the sharp intake of breath his caresses elicited. His hand drifted lower, skimming over her soft inner thighs before reaching their apex. He found slick heat waiting, swollen and inviting. He teased her with light grazes, drawing forth a low moan.
"I've been waiting for this for so long," came the breathless words, muffled against Jessica's thighs. "Don't make me wait any longer." He positioned himself behind her. The warmth radiating from between her lower lips and the slickness coating his fingers left no doubt about her readiness. "Please," she begged. "I need you inside me."
He needed no further encouragement. Guiding himself to her entrance, he pressed against her folds. The sensation of her enveloping him was almost overwhelming as he slowly pushed forward.
A guttural moan escaped her lips as he filled her, the sound muffled against Jessica's sex. He began to move with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one drawing a response from her body. Her walls clenched around him, her inner muscles gripping him deliciously.
"Harder, Tyson. Fuck me like you wanted to when you found me stealing from Oscorp," she demanded, voice husky with need. Without another word, she returned her attention between Jessica's legs. Her tongue darting out to lap at Jessica once again. The brunette gasped and arched off the sofa as that skilled tongue went to work once more.
Tyson increased both his pace and force. Each stroke brought the sound of colliding bodies echoing through the lounge and the scent of their lovemaking filled the air.
Felicia traced the contours of Jessica's intimate flesh with her tongue while slipping her fingers inside. The dual sensation of her fingers gently thrusting while her tongue worked magic on the sensitive clit, quickly pushed Jessica toward the edge.
"Felicia!" she cried out as another orgasm crashed through her.
The ministrations continued, drawing out the climax for as long as possible. Her fingers tangled in Felicia's white hair, holding the source of her pleasure firmly in place. Only when her body finally relaxed, and the cries of pleasure softened to satisfied moans, did Felicia pull away.
But as Jessica relaxed, Felicia continued getting railed from behind. Her body rocked back to meet each powerful thrust, causing her breasts to sway with the motion. She quickly became lost in a haze of pleasure.
Jessica watched as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. It was an incredibly erotic sight that left her growing wetter, aching for more. Unable to resist, she sat up, drawn in by the sight of his hardness disappearing into Felicia. She moved closer, hand reaching out to caress a breast before leaning in to capture waiting lips in a passionate kiss. Felicia responded with equal fervor, tongues dueling in a mess of tangled desire. Jessica could taste herself through their kiss. Undeterred, her hand moved to the other girl's breast, her fingers teasing the hardened peak, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. A low moan vibrated against her lips as their kiss deepened. Her other hand traced a path down the toned stomach before her, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it with her fingers, trying to return Felicia's earlier motions.
Felicia's moans grew louder. Breaking the kiss, her head fell back. "Fuck, Jessica," she panted. "Your fingers feel so good." The relentless assault on her clit continued. "God, yes," she cried out. "Just like that. Don't stop."
Jessica had no intention of stopping. She continued her ministrations, one hand rubbing just above where Tyson thrust into her while the other teased a hardened nipple.
"I'm close, Tyson," Felicia panted in a strained voice. "Jess. Your fingers... are like magic. I'm so close, I'm... I'm going to..."
Her words trailed off as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her walls clenched tightly, her body shuddering with release. With a muffled scream, she tumbled into the abyss of ecstasy. Her inner muscles contracted rhythmically as she peaked.
The sensation of those pulsing contractions was too much for Tyson to handle. With a final, powerful thrust, he followed her over the edge, his own climax barreling through him like a freight train. He had to use all his focus to maintain, but gently extend the covering around his dick, using it as an actual condom.
For a moment, the only sounds in the lounge were heavy panting and the soft, satisfied moans that escaped from Felicia's lips as she came down from her high.
Slowly, he withdrew, his still-hard length slipping free.
Felicia rolled onto her side. Her gaze lingered on Tyson's still-hard member, glistening with evidence of their passion. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing along his length, eliciting a low groan.
Jessica reached out to stroke Felicia's hair, feeling the intimacy of the moment. A warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with alcohol or the sex. A sense of connection and belonging she hadn't realized she was missing until now.
Tyson extended his metal manipulation powers. He formed the tip of his metal condom into a small, spherical container. With a flick of his wrist, he split it off and guided the floating orb through the air, deftly depositing its contents into the waste bin across the room.
"I appreciate the easy cleanup. It's nice that you come with your own built-in protection. But you really are insatiable, aren't you?" Felicia purred, propping herself on one elbow while stroking him with practiced ease. "I have to admit, I thought it was just an exaggeration of your illusions. But I'm going to love your superhuman endurance. It's going to make our nights together very... interesting."
"I'm glad you approve."
She shot him a wicked grin, her hand moving with a rhythm that quickly stoked his desire once more. "Oh, I more than approve," she teased. "In fact, I think I'm going to need some help to wear you out."
Her gaze flickered to Jessica, who lay nearby, body still flushed from her recent pleasure. Her eyes lingered on the other woman in a silent question. Jessica seemed caught off guard by the proposition. She looked up with wide eyes, cheeks still pink. "I... I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet," she whispered.
Felicia's smile didn't waver. "More for me, then," she replied. She gave Jessica a reassuring squeeze on the thigh before mock-frowning, fingers still wrapped around Tyson's hard length.
She leaned over, capturing Jessica's lips in a passionate kiss. Though she could feel the responding desire, she pulled away, also sliding from Tyson with tantalizing slowness that drew a soft hiss of pleasure from his lips.
Her gaze raked over Jessica's body with open appreciation as she guided her down onto the plush carpet. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, exploring every inch. Their lips met once more. As the kiss deepened, Felicia's hand slid between their bodies, and her skilled fingers slipped inside Jessica.
"It's wonderful being a woman, isn't it?" she murmured softly against Jessica's ear. "You can get off so many times. But it's probably even worse for you because, like Tyson, you have such high endurance. I'm already starting to get tired, but I know there's so much more left in you."
With that, she resumed their kiss, motioning for Tyson to join them, and he complied, lying down beside them. Now Jessica lay on her back with Felicia kneeling between her and Tyson.
Breaking the kiss, Felicia shifted her gaze toward him with a wicked grin. "He looks so lonely. I got him so worked up. It's a good thing he's so strong, or his feral instincts would've left us both ravaged," she said. "He's been so worried about you," she whispered in Jessica's ear. "So gentle with you. I saw it. He's saved almost everyone here, but you are the one he worries over. Even now, he holds back, careful with you. He hasn't even touched you without making sure you were perfectly comfortable and wanted it."
Jessica's eyes widened at this truth. Despite their kisses, despite witnessing her passionate coupling with Felicia, Tyson hadn't laid a hand on her. He had focused entirely on ensuring her comfort and care. The realization sent a warm current through her chest that had nothing to do with physical desire.
She studied him for a moment. This powerful man had faced numerous threats yet treated her with such careful consideration. In a world where she'd often felt like an afterthought or a copy, Tyson saw her as someone worth protecting, worth caring for. The weight of that recognition settled over her like a warm blanket. It wasn't pity in his eyes when he looked at her. It was genuine concern, genuine interest.
And it always had been.
She realized with startling certainty that she wanted to return that care, to show him that his consideration hadn't gone unnoticed or unappreciated. Jessica felt a surge of boldness. She wasn't going to let her uncertainty hold her back anymore. Not with someone who had shown her such respect. She reached out, gripping his hand tightly and pulling him in for another kiss. Her tongue traced the contours of his lips before slipping inside to duel with his. She took his hand and guided it to her breast. He squeezed gently, making her moan softly. Her own hand explored his body, tracing down his chest and over his defined abs.
Felicia guided Jessica's hand to Tyson's cock, wrapping the other woman's fingers around his hard length.
He groaned into the kiss as Jessica began stroking him alongside Felicia. Their touch ignited the fire raging within him. Felicia watched with a satisfied smile, continuing to pleasure Jessica with one hand while helping stroke Tyson with the other. She brought Jessica closer and closer to the edge.
But just as release approached, she suddenly stopped.
Stretching alluringly, she released a soft, satisfied sigh. "I think I'm going to take a cat nap," she announced, her voice filled with contentment. "You guys drained me. I'm only human, after all."
The truth was more complex than her playful words suggested. Watching Jessica and Tyson and the tentative bond building between them stirred something unexpected in her. She'd orchestrated this night partially out of desire, partially to help Jessica break out of her shell, and mostly to help Tyson forget his troubles. But she hadn't anticipated the warmth that spread through her chest at seeing them connect. It wasn't jealousy she felt, but a strange sense of pride. The Black Cat had always taken pleasure in acquiring beautiful things. And tonight, she'd taken many firsts. But bringing people together to create something rather than taking it was a new kind of satisfaction. She wondered briefly if this was what it meant to care for others more than herself, to find joy in their happiness rather than just her gratification. The thought should have terrified her, but instead, it felt like discovering a new, more valuable treasure.
Jessica's face looked betrayed, her eyes wide with surprise as she stared up at Felicia. She was so close. She needed the release that only an orgasm could provide. But Felicia was already pulling away, her body relaxing into the soft cushions of the sofa.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out," Felicia said. Her fingers reached down, her hand slipping between her legs as she began slowly fingering herself. Her eyes fluttered open, with a mischievous glint as she winked at Jessica.
"Go on," she encouraged. "Take what you need. Tyson's more than strong enough to give it to you."
Jessica hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting between Felicia and Tyson. But then she was moving, her body shifting closer to Tyson as she reached out to touch him again.
The decision felt monumental. In her borrowed memories, she knew what it was like to have her first time with a woman as a man. Now, she was about to be with a man as a woman, completing a circle of experience that few could comprehend. There was a symmetry to it that appealed to her scientific mind, even as anxiety fluttered in her chest. The body she inhabited had never known a man's touch before tonight. This would be truly, uniquely hers, another milestone in separating her identity. As she reached for Tyson, she felt like she was reaching for a piece of herself that had been waiting to be discovered.
Tyson's heart was pounding in his chest, his body aching with need as Jessica's hand wrapped around his cock again. He seemed to understand her unspoken need. His fingers took the place vacated by Felicia's slender digits. She moaned as he began fingering her, his touch different yet no less arousing. He gently explored her, his fingers sliding in and out of her with a maddening slowness that had her arching her back and digging her nails into the carpet beneath them.
But Jessica wanted more. She wanted all of him. With surprising strength, she grabbed Tyson and rolled him onto his back. She straddled him, and her eyes never left his as she positioned herself above his hard cock.
His gaze flickered with uncertainty. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low, husky whisper. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready. There's no rush."
Jessica appreciated his concern. How, even now, with desire clearly written across his features, he was putting her comfort first. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms. This moment felt important.
A choice that was truly her own.
"I'm sure," she said, her voice clear and unwavering. She leaned down, brushing her lips against his in a tender kiss before pulling back to meet his gaze again. "I want this, Tyson. I want you."
The sincerity in her voice seemed to dissolve his hesitation. He nodded, his hands moving to rest lightly on her hips, supportive but not controlling. "Tell me if you want to stop," he murmured. "Anytime."
"I will," she promised.
The moment felt surreal. Her body, this body, was a virgin. Her heart raced with anticipation; a mixture of nervousness and desire coursed through her. She positioned herself carefully, feeling vulnerable yet empowered by her choice.
As she began to lower herself, Jessica was struck by how different everything felt compared to her borrowed memories. The sensations her body responded to were entirely new and had no precedent in her consciousness. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as she lowered herself onto him. The initial stretch and fullness were both foreign and exquisite. Jessica paused, savoring this moment of transformation. In their intimacy, she felt paradoxically more herself than ever before. Looking down, she found reassurance in Tyson's patient gaze as she prepared to move at her own pace.
She was slick with desire, and her walls stretched to accommodate his impressive girth. The sensation of him filling her was a pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. Jessica bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted to the feeling of Tyson seated fully inside her. His hands moved to grip her hips as he fought the urge to thrust up into her. She began to move, her body rocking back and forth as she rode him with a slow rhythm. Each stroke of his cock was pure bliss, a sensation that seemed to reverberate through every nerve ending in her body. One of Tyson's hands moved to cup her breasts while the other pulled gently on her waist along with the rhythm she'd set.
Jessica leaned forward, her hands braced against his chest as she increased her pace. Her hips moved with urgency, and he matched her rhythm, his hips bucking up to meet her with each downward stroke. His hand continued to squeeze her breast, causing Jessica's moans to grow louder. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, where the pleasure was quickly building into a tight ball of need that threatened to unravel at any moment. Jessica had experienced orgasms earlier with Felicia, but this was different. He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, needing an anchor against the new sensation.
Tyson's eyes never left hers, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face with an intensity that made her feel completely seen.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice a reverent whisper.
Jessica felt herself balancing on the precipice. The sensation of Tyson filling her completely had her teetering on the edge. But it was the connection between them, his mesmerizing eyes holding hers, refusing to let her hide or retreat into uncertainty, that finally pushed her over.
"I can't—I'm going to—" she tried to warn him, her words dissolving into a cry as the first wave hit her.
"Let me see you," Tyson urged softly, his pace never faltering. "Let go, Jessica. I want all of you."
The sound of her name…
Her. Name.
Left any remaining restraint she had shattered like the pattern within his eyes that she couldn't look away from.
Jessica's back arched as pleasure exploded through her body, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Tyson's length. Stars burst behind her eyelids, and for a moment, everything else ceased to exist. Her complicated origins, her borrowed memories, her uncertain future. There was only this moment, this connection, this pleasure that was uniquely and undeniably hers.
Tyson continued to stroke into her, his rhythm perfectly matched to the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze, blue-green meeting brown, creating a connection that transcended the physical. Jessica felt something shift between them, a wordless understanding passing in that moment of shared vulnerability.
"Tyson," she gasped, her voice breaking with emotion. "I'm still—I can't stop—"
Her words dissolved into another moan as a second, stronger climax began building rapidly. Tyson sensed the change, his hands moving to cradle her face as he continued his thrusts.
"Let go," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes. "Let it go, Jessica."
The sound of her name pushed her over the edge once more. Her inner walls squeezed with powerful pulses as pleasure exploded through her again. This time, Tyson didn't hold back. The sight of Jessica coming undone broke his restraint.
"Jessica," he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers as his own release overtook him. Their breath mingled, their bodies shuddering in unison as they reached their peak together.
With a low, throaty growl, Tyson grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he emptied himself. He continued to stroke into her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. Only when her body finally relaxed did he allow himself to slow.
Jessica collapsed onto his chest, her body slick with sweat as she struggled to catch her breath. She could feel the steady thumping of Tyson's heart beneath her, a comforting rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of her own heart. As the physical sensations began to ebb, emotions washed over her.
The intimacy of the moment, of experiencing this first together, created a bond that neither had anticipated. For those few precious minutes, the complications of their lives fell away, leaving only this pure connection, this shared pleasure that belonged solely to them. This wasn't just sex. For Jessica, whose entire existence had been defined by being someone else's copy, this moment represented something profound. With Tyson and Felicia, she hadn't been Spider-Woman or a clone of Peter Parker. She had been simply Jessica, experiencing pleasure and connection as herself, for herself.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, surprising her. She wasn't sad; quite the opposite. For perhaps the first time, Jessica felt truly present in her own body. In her own life. Every sensation, every touch, every kiss had been uniquely hers, creating memories that belonged to Jessica Drew alone. Something that no memory, no borrowed experience could have prepared her for. And something that was uniquely, beautifully hers.
She thought about how Felicia had seen her and desired her as a woman with her own wants and needs. With his gentle questions and careful touches, Tyson treated her respectfully and acknowledged her agency and personhood. In their arms, the question of whether she was real seemed to dissolve into irrelevance.
Of course, she was real.
The pleasure coursing through her body and her connection to these two people; nothing could be more authentic.
They lay there in silence, their bodies entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Jessica could feel the tension draining from her body, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment that went beyond physical satisfaction. Tonight was about connection, being present, and creating something new.
Tyson's arms moved to wrap around her, holding her close as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "You're amazing, Jessica," he murmured.
She smiled, her eyes fluttering shut as she snuggled closer to him. In that simple acknowledgment of her name, she felt genuinely seen in a way that made her heart swell. "Thank you," she whispered, "for making me feel real."
Felicia watched them from her spot on the sofa with half-lidded eyes and a slight smile. She hadn't expected Jessica's words to impact her so profoundly, but they resonated in areas Felicia seldom acknowledged. How long had it been since she'd let herself be genuine with anyone? Beneath the flirtation and bravado, there were aspects of herself she kept carefully concealed, vulnerabilities she'd never dared to reveal. Yet somehow, in this arrangement with Tyson and now Jessica, she found herself lowering defenses she hadn't even realized existed.
With a contented sigh, she stretched languidly and moved to join them on the floor, her body fitting perfectly against Tyson's other side. Tomorrow would bring its complications, but for tonight, this was enough…
Until Jessica rolled to her side, pulling Tyson with her. She was spooned by his much larger frame as she reached back and guided his still-hard length back inside.
Felicia could only shake her head. Maybe it wasn't enough… yet. But as she leaned over to join in, she hoped, eventually, it would be.