“And get ourselves killed… no,” Erupa protested. “We just got to cover.”

  More gunshots and then Cheri’s crazy laughter rang out.

  “Maybe so, but she’s still out there, and I’m going.”

  Erupa growled, but took up a spot next to the wall with me and said, “I’ll cover you, then you cover me.”

  I nodded and then took off. Two men appeared to my left, rounding the side of the main asylum building, firing. Erupa took out one, and I drew on the other, dropping him with a shot to the throat. Nasty way to go.

  The ship was blocking my view of Cheri, but I had to play this smart. Charging around to the right side where it was tilted over, I stopped and signaled to Erupa to follow, and then waited for any sign of trouble from her side.

  “Down!” she shouted as she charged, pistol raised, and I spun to see her shot tear a hole in a woman’s jaw, then another one in the chest, bringing her down.

  The woman fell, having apparently climbed up on the ship and been about to attack me, and then two more came.

  “Get the fuck off!” Cheri called, and Erupa arrived at my side, both of us shooting at the two men. We charged around the side of the ship to find three more attempting to climb up, while another two were struggling to pin Cheri against the side of the stricken ship.

  I shot at the ones above and then pulled out my baton, cracking one of the men holding Cheri across the back of the head. When the other turned and lunged for me, he got a blast of electricity in the face, leaving nice burn marks, and throwing him backward.

  Poor bastard didn’t even get a chance to scream, as before he’d hit the ground Cheri had recovered her sword and was bringing it down with his fall, slicing through his neck, so that she nearly disconnected the head.

  She pulled her sword free, kissed the little teddy bear, and then turned to me as she said, “What the fuck took you so long?”

  I frowned, but then noticed a screen, blinking, and grinned at the fact that it read: Level 2, upgrade. Amplification in process.

  “Either of you get a level up?” I asked.

  “Yes, but now’s not the time,” Erupa replied, gesturing to the side of the building where the fighters had come from earlier. More were coming now, and it was clear we needed to get out of there if we didn’t want to burn through our ammo fighting them. Many were moving back along the wall we’d been at. Others were moving into a section of the asylum that had portions of the wall missing, likely from the earlier fighting, and trying to get off shots at them from there. Shots sounded from within, and one of the fighters was falling half out of the window a moment later.

  “Let them fight it out,” I said, indicating the other side, where the building curved in and I figured we might be able to find more cover or a way into the building.

  We charged in, listening to them shout and fire at each other, and soon we were moving through empty halls and rooms until we found what seemed to be a now-emptied armory that we could lock ourselves into. The shooting went on while we checked the back windows, one where the bars had been blown off so we could have an emergency escape if needed.

  “This whole place is a shithole waiting to blow,” Cheri said, checking herself for bullet holes. Finding none, she grinned and said, “But hey, we’re still here.”

  “I think we have to take out Muerta,” I said, earning glares from both of them.

  “And make ourselves the target?” Erupa scoffed. “No, thank you. By the time those two groups are done out there, there won’t be many left. Maybe then we move in at the last minute and stake our claim, but not before.”

  “There might be others who need our help,” I pointed out.

  Cheri shook her head. “How many of the men and women you put in here would you trust? Aside from us two, that is… and honestly, you’re being really stupid doing that.”

  “Hey,” Erupa protested.

  “I’m not saying he shouldn’t or that we’ll betray him,” Cheri said. “But it’s not very smart, considering.”

  “True.”

  “I…” Honestly, I didn’t know what to say to that. My powers helped, to a degree, but it was true that Cheri was hard to read at times and they definitely had reason to want to see me without a head. “Point is, you’re right. But I do. Others… the more we bring in, the larger the gamble.”

  “Except maybe Tink, but we don’t know where she is,” Erupa pointed out.

  I said nothing of the fact that Tink had basically threatened to bite my dick off. That could be figured out later.

  We stood listening to a couple more gunshots, then what sounded like someone calling for others to fall back.

  “They’re either on the run or taking a break,” Erupa said. “Either way, I say we take a few more minutes, make sure they’re clear, then get back to searching this place.”

  “Agreed,” I said.

  Cheri went to the window, scanning, then looked back at the two of us, her emotions sending a tingling sense of gratitude through me.

  “Thanks for coming back for me out there,” Cheri said, eyeing us both. “There aren’t… there aren’t many who would.”

  “You’re one of us,” I replied.

  “He insisted on it,” Erupa said, grinning my way. “Wouldn’t even listen to reason.”

  “That so?” Cheri looked my way, a somberness to her.

  I shrugged. “You’d do the same.”

  She nodded, and then came in, hard, pressing me against the wall as she pressed her lips to mine, her hand caressing my crotch.

  “What’s happening?” I said, pulling back.

  “We have to wait this out,” she said, nodding Erupa over. “What’re we gonna do while they kill each other off, if not fuck each other’s brains out?”

  “I’ll keep watch,” Erupa said, stepping for the door.

  Cheri grabbed her by the arm, shaking her head slowly. “I think we’ll hear ‘em if they come back this way. You’re part of this now.”

  Erupa frowned, caught off guard by that, and then Cheri guided her by the lower back toward me. My heart was thudding, my cock stiffening, but I felt the situation was as awkward as Erupa’s expression was saying.

  “Listen, I really can’t,” she protested, but when Cheri took our heads and guided us toward each other, neither of us resisted, and a moment later, her lips were pressed against mine, moving gently, then with passion as her tongue joined in, and I was getting into it too, Cheri moving around back and reaching around to caress my chest and then down south.

  My kissing grew more passionate then, and it wasn’t until my pants were undone and hands were on caressing me down there that I realized there were three of them. I pulled back to see Erupa glance at me and then down, Cheri guiding her hand to caress my cock.

  She held it there when Cheri moved her hands to my balls and thighs, massaging me and watching excitedly to see what would happen next. That blue hand stood out against my pale cock like a spotlight on the fact that it was happening, and when she started stroking it on her own, it was with a curiosity that was foreign to this concept, followed by an intensity only she with her strength could manage. I pulled her back in for a kiss as my body trembled from the bliss of her touch, and then Cheri was giggling, leaning into my ear and saying, “Try to keep it quiet,” as apparently, I’d started moaning and not even realized it. “Now, touch her.”

  It wasn’t like I needed direction, but when Erupa’s eyes darted to mine and she looked hopeful, I was glad to oblige. Her stroking slowed as my hand found the edge of her pants, and then worked in. She had no hair down there, just the clean slit of her pussy, wet and ready.

  “What—what’re we doing?” she asked, her free hand grabbing my ass and pulling me close, and then I felt Cheri’s mouth on my hips, kissing, moving in closer.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

  Erupa shook her head but glanced toward the door, clearly worried about our timing on this whole thing.

  “Our powers will warn us,” Cheri said, and then took Erupa’s hand from my cock and put it on the back of her head, then took my cock in her mouth.

  Neither of us understood at first, but then Cheri took Erupa’s hand from behind and started guiding her. When she let go, Erupa’s brow furrowed, but she started guiding the woman’s head on her own, then was gripping her hair and really getting into it, all while my fingers found her and started banging her like it was my cock. She moved to the wall next to me so I could get a better angle, but it didn’t last long this time. Before I knew it, I was shaking and then my cum was shooting down Cheri’s throat, and she was loving it, Erupa finally letting loose on her hair.

  Cheri sat back, swallowing, and wiped her mouth. “Now you, on her.”

  Neither Erupa or I knew what she meant, at first, but when Cheri flickered her tongue out playfully, I got it, now kneeling and moving Erupa’s legs apart so that I could find out what blue pussy tasted like. Not surprisingly, like all other—and I was loving it. She was so smooth, I had to wonder if her superpower-related mutations had caused no hair down there. I started getting up in there, engulfing it and then going to her clit and having a field day. A thought struck me and I turned to see if Cheri was okay.

  Cheri was on the floor, sitting on my vest, with her wet panties to the side, fingering herself with one hand and massaging her clit with the other.

  “Don’t stop,” she said. “It’s so fucking hot.”

  So I turned back to Erupa’s pussy and dove in. It was like licking a juicy mango that squirmed a lot, and I just kept on going, imagining what else I’d like to do to that mango. Soon there was a heavy but muffled moaning, then “mango juice” everywhere. A squirter, I thought as I wiped my chin and smiled. Nice.

  “There, now we’re cum sisters,” Cheri said between deep breaths. She slid her fingers out and let her panties fall back into place, then laid there a moment longer.

  “Sure,” Erupa said, eyes closed and grinning. “Call it whatever you want, as long as we get to do this again.”

  “Definitely.”

  “Um,” I spoke up, really not wanting to ruin this but very confused. “Whatever just happened, you… neither of you has a problem with it?”

  Erupa looked from me to Cheri, then back to me. “It was fun. So… no.”

  “She’s a Psychobitch now,” Cheri said as if that explained everything. “One of us, through and through.”

  Erupa’s eyes met mine, and as much as I thought she’d protest or be annoyed at the title, she simply smiled and held my gaze. So she was one of us, I realized, but also knew it was time to move on now.

  “Come on,” I said to the two. “I think we’ve waited long enough.”

  “If I can walk,” Erupa said with a hushed laugh. “That tongue of yours…”

  I blushed as Cheri walked past, whispering, “I’ll want to feel it next time,” and then went to the door to have a look around. It had been a while since I’d had a chance to hang out with any women, but I couldn’t imagine the majority of them acting like this. Then again, would most men act as I had? Who was I kidding, of course every man I’d ever known would jump at the chance for two ladies… though some would have issues with the blue skin and horns, or be wary of the fact that very recently both women would’ve been happy to kill me.

  Well, fuck all that. I was having fun and it felt right. My empath abilities were sending me good feelings from these ladies, and their smiles and the warmth in my dick all spoke toward not backing down. Allowing logic into the mix would just screw it all up.

  Cheri glanced back and gave us a nod. At least at the moment, no shots were being fired. It took Erupa and me an extra couple of minutes to be ready, but then we were all up and moving through the dark passage, ready for whatever was to come next.

  79

  We snuck through the halls of this offshoot of the asylum, very aware that at any moment someone could pop up with a gun or weapon of some sort and we’d have no idea whether to shoot them or shake their hand. A change had come over Erupa since the room back there, and every time I glanced back, she would give me a bashful smile. It was so weird, so not her.

  On the fourth time, I slowed and said, “Is… I don’t know. Is everything okay?”

  “I can’t stop remembering the feeling of your tongue in me,” she whispered. “So warm, soft… gentle.” She leaned in. “Next time I want something not soft, not gentle.”

  I chuckled and glanced around. “Shouldn’t we be focused here?”

  She shrugged. “I’m focused… on your cock.”

  Cheri turned on us, a finger to her mouth. “You want the whole place to think we’re a bunch of horny teenagers?”

  “Aren’t we?” I said. “I mean, acting like it.”

  “Nothing wrong with a healthy appetite for cock or pussy,” she countered. “But the rest of the world doesn’t know that. Erupa, pull yourself together.”

  Erupa stared as if she’d just been slapped. The tough, demon-looking lady had just been told to pull herself together by this self-proclaimed Psychobitch with blue pigtails, and that got to her.

  “Sorry, won’t happen again,” Erupa said, brushing past us and taking the lead.

  “Ugh.” Cheri glared at me as if that was my fault. “You don’t have to not let it happen again,” she told Erupa, “just know the moments. I’m batshit crazy, right?” She jogged up, catching Erupa by the arm. “Right?”

  “Sometimes I think so,” Erupa said, spinning. “Others, I’m not so sure.”

  “Right, because I pick my moments.”

  “So you’re not really crazy?”

  “No!” Cheri winked, then turned to me and held up her fingers like counting down from three, then pointed my way and waited.

  “Oh, right,” I said. “Not crazy, psycho.”

  “Okay, so you’re not really psycho, I mean,” Erupa asked. “It’s an act?”

  Cheri thought about that a moment, then said, “Depends, doesn’t it? If you mean do I have no control of my brain whatsoever, the answer’s no. I don’t not have control. But if you think I’m normal, that would make you an idiot, right? I do whatever the fuck I want, when I want, and don’t exactly view the world the same way everyone else would. Does that make me a tad loopy?” She shrugged. “Who the fuck cares, I’m having fun.”

  Erupa considered this a moment, then said, “What you’re saying is, enjoy the head, crave the fuck, but… not when we could get killed at any minute and should be paying attention?”

  “That’d be a good start.”

  “Sounds like something I should be saying to you,” she said, taking her pistol and motioning us on, now doing a better job of checking each new hallway. “You have to understand… getting laid or head or whatever… it’s not easy when you look like me.”

  “What, why?” Cheri asked. “You’re hot?”

  “Come on.” Erupa glanced back, but Cheri seriously looked like she didn’t understand. “Ezra, explain.”

  “I—” I started, but Cheri saved me.

  “If he’s about to say some bullshit about the blue skin or horns, fuck that. I was serious before, and he’s going to love it—Ezra, when she goes down on you, and she will, grab those horns and fucking own it. It’ll be like you’re driving this dick-sucking machine, right?”

  Erupa blushed but didn’t protest or say she wouldn’t like that. In fact, she was looking at me out of the corner of her eye and then returning to check for enemies.

  “And the blue skin—”

  “It’s hot,” I interrupted her this time.

  “Yeah?” Erupa asked.

  “Anyone who thinks skin that’s blue, green, orange, whatever isn’t hot is either prejudiced or just stupid. I’m not saying regular skin tones aren’t sexy too, I’m just saying it’s like when you have two guys, one’s eyes are bright blue and the other’s green. You might look at each and think they’re both sexy in their own way, right? And then you have brown, and you can stare into a woman’s brown eyes and think they’re just as beautiful or enticing… I don’t know if I’m getting this across, but what I’m trying to say is that it’s more than all that, it’s what’s beneath. And if I’m looking at any color of eyes on the right woman, I’m drawn in. Same way with your skin.”

  “Deep,” Cheri said, rolling her eyes. “Me? I just think his pale dick would look hot going in and out of your blue pussy. But I’m an artist when it comes to sex, so I can appreciate the contrast in colors, the juxtaposition and all that.” She grinned wide, and I wasn’t exactly sure what to think about her statement, but then she added, “That’s why I dyed my hair like this, so if I’m ever going down on a guy, he can think of the great feeling of my mouth on him but also remember cotton candy and everything fun in life,” and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

  I instantly put a hand over my mouth, suddenly remembering the need for silence, and we stood there, listening, but neither Cheri nor I picked up anything with our powers.

  “You want men to think about cotton candy when you’re going down on them?” I asked.

  “What would you want a lady to think about?” she countered. “The boring wall… your thinning hair? Come on, nothing says joy like cotton candy, and when I’m bringing you to your bliss point, I want you there in every sense of the word.”

  For some reason, I saw an image of her in a field of cotton candy, spinning naked with her tongue out and the cotton candy flowing into her, and her eyes rolling back as she orgasmed. It took a second to realize that the emotion causing that image was coming from her, and then see the way her eyes were fluttering as she imagined something—maybe exactly that.

  “Um, Cheri, maybe we didn’t all have the same cotton candy upbringing you did,” Erupa said. “Me, for example—I equate it with sticky fingers and an aching stomach.”

  “Hmmm, well, if I ever go down on you, you’ll just have to think of something else then.”

  With that, Cheri held up a hand for silence, then crept to the end of the hallway. Erupa and I shared a look, and I couldn’t help but think she was imagining Cheri going down on her just like I was. Damn, that would be hot. For some reason I’d never considered it to be before, as I wasn’t into the idea of women who didn’t want me involved. But with these two? Fuck yeah.