Canon Fodder

CHAPTER 401 MIND’S EYE

“Weston,” Hope said, shaking my arm. I woke up from the psychic hold. Jean and I were still staring at one another. Our session had gone pretty long. Sporting an erection, I willed it away with some effort. I was sure no one noticed, all except the now wild eyed Jean. I could practically read her mind with how much lust was expelling off of her. 

“What’s up?” I asked. 

“Nothing, you were just standing there,” Hope said. “Are we going to go get Illyana?” 

“Yeah, yep,” I said. I noticed Morgan was tinkering with one of the robot lasers so not really paying attention. The boys were trying to act unafraid, but they were standing too close to one another. They didn’t want to be the next one grabbed. The now white skinned Lyra frowned. Worry that knowledge about her green form was going to freak people out. 

“I’ll go get her. You all stay-”

“I’m going-””I’m not staying” “I can help” Lyra, Hope, and Jean said as one. 

I closed my eyes, annoyed already. “What about you guys?” I asked the boys. 

“We…” “Will stay here,” one said and another finished. The last nodded.

“Alone?” I asked, looking to Morgan. 

“Where are we going?” The bright blonde asked.

“To save my step-sis,” I said, rolling my shoulder and I received the quest. 

I was still on the quest to protect Lyra. Hoping for more Viltrumite blood I could almost feel that this quest would be a pain in the ass as well. 

After moving some rocks in front of the entrance of the cave I left the boys and was on my way with the girls to where the demons had escaped. I wasn’t sure about directions so I thought of it as North. Lyra and Hope rode on the very quiet Ultron. Morgan rode on my back like she was on a horse. Fiddling with the robot parts she was half-aware of what was going on. I tried to get her to stay, but when she showed that she could fire the laser I decided it was worth bringing her along. I didn’t expect them to need to fight anyway. 

The last member of my entourage was Jean, who was flying herself. Doing huge swoops in the air she acted like it was her first time flying. Her arms outstretched to her sides she had a smile on her face and radiated joy as she easily flew through the air. 

“How are you doing that?” I yelled down to her. 

“Telekinesis mainly!” She said, turning around to face me as she soared through the air. “How are you? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t part of your original powers!”

“Kind of just happened one day,” I said with a smile.

“Same for me I guess,” she said, laughing loudly as she went back to doing tricks in the air. I had to admit, I liked this Jean a lot more than the timid one from only a few hours ago. Like a new person, I wondered if she had any of Jean secreted away in her, or would another head injury cause this version to relapse? Pushing back thoughts that she could be the world ending Phoenix, I decided to worry about that later. 

“How long have you turned big and green?” I yelled to Lyra.

“I knew you would ask,” she mumbled, my ears barely catching it. “As long as I can remember. I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“It was pretty cool,” Hope said. “You were beating up those demons pretty good.”

“Thanks…I haven’t really done it a whole lot. Just kind of happens,” she said.

“Well I’m looking forward to another fight. My Ultron is ready to blow up more demons.” Hope said. “What do you think is up with the robot ones?” 

“No idea,” I said truthfully. Jean was the only super hero from this lot that I had read about. “My guess is the robot demons and the demons serve like different gods or something. Maybe they’re the same species descended down millions of years ago, and some turned robotic while others were flesh and blood.”

“That’s stupid,” Hope said. “You think?” 

I shrugged. “I’ve heard of weirder stuff,” I said truthfully. 

“Why’d you want to know who my parents were earlier?” Lyra asked. I looked down to Jean, I felt she wouldn’t care anymore. 

“Illyana and I were sent here to protect you,” I said. “Your grandpa heard of a threat against his family, so he’s had you all under guard.”

“What?!” She yelled, her skin actually turned a shade of green but then turned back. “Seriously?!”

“Yeah,” I said. “Those Marauder guys were sent by someone for you.”

“Fuck, I thought they were here because of my dad,” Hope said.

“Sorry, Hopium, you’re not that special,” I said. She flipped me off and I laughed. 

“So wait, you aren’t really my friends?” Lyra asked, hurt in her voice. I frowned, moving closer to fly near her. 

“Of course we aren’t,” I said, locking eyes with her. “That’s why I’ve spent every fucking day going to school, staying late to hang out with you, fought four supervillains to protect you, oh and jumped into a new dimension to help protect you. I’m not your friend.”

She looked hurt then confused, then a little happy, then angry. “You’re not?”

“Goddammit, I am. I always hate this drama with bodyguards. I wouldn’t have done half the shit I have if I didn’t want to be your friend,” I said. “So stop thinking about it, and focus on saving your friend this time.” She blushed and turned to look where we were flying. I nodded and moved back away from her. 

“What about my friend?” Hope asked. 

“No, I freaking hate you most of all,” I said, smiling wide I gave her a wink. She smiled and flipped me off again.

“Ultron, add new prime directive. Kill Weston when I order it,” Hope said.

“Affirmative,” the robot said.

“Don’t even fucking joke about that,” I barked at her, causing her to cackle. His name was foreshadowing enough, I didn’t want the thing to have it’s memory wiped only to have that one order come back. I was going to have to make sure the robot had an untimely end before we left Limbo. “How are you doing up there?” I asked, looking up to Morgan.

“Wha?” She asked.

“Stop-fucking-kicking-my-sides,” I said as clear as day. “I’m not a horse.” 

“Sorry,” she said, patting my head as she looked away from what she was working on. 

“Goddammit.”

“This thing is so cool,” she said, looking at the laser. “I’ve never seen circuitry designs like this before. And the power source. The grease in the robot demons is the actual power source. It’s a liquid that stores energy.” She had somehow Macgyvered a bottle and attached it to the laser. “I hope we can find more of the robots.”

“Well I’ll keep my eye out,” I assured.

“Thanks, horsey,” she said. 

“I’m going to turn upside down,” I warned.

“No, please, don’t,” she said, grabbing all the stuff she had splayed on my back and putting them in her pockets. “I’ll be good, I swear.” Far from the girl I made out with a few hours ago, I was happy to know that weird science projects were enough to rip her out of her awkwardness. Her Haki was pure joy as she continued to study the weapon and I smiled. 

My vision shifted. Half my vision anyway. My left changed views to my Makuramoto as my right eye stayed in the real world. “You’re making me jealous,” a naked Jean said as she laid upon a thrown of pillows. The real Jean was flying directly under me, her eyes staring up at me, she bit her lip as she winked.

“Using my own best moves against me,” I mumbled in the mental world. “Jealous how?” 

“I can feel you like these girls. Especially the blonde,” Jean said. She had perfectly smooth pale white skin. Not a blemish on her, there was a short layer of red pubes peeking out between her legs. Her breasts were a small C-Cup, and the nipples were actually darker than her hair. Full lips, a wicked smile with one side of her mouth turned up, she felt nothing like the Jean I had gotten to know. 

“Thank you,” she said, reading my mind. I let her, not pushing back at all. “I feel like-” She stopped as I appeared next to her. My hand on her abs, my other moved behind her head as I hovered over her lips. Her smile broadened as she wrapped a leg around me. Both of us an inch from kissing, she whispered. “I feel like a new woman.” 

“You feel like a new one,” i admitted. My hand pushing her red hair behind her ear. Something she was doing with this psychic link made this all feel more real. I was rather enjoying it. “What shall I call you?” 

“I was thinking, Phoenix,” she said. “I feel like I’ve been reborn.”

“Ah,” I said, trying to act surprised. “That’s a mouthful. How about I call you Nix?" She shivered as my mouth moved down to kiss her neck. 

“Do-do the thing,” she moaned as my other hand kneaded her ass. 

“Not yet,” I teased. “Before I was caught a little off guard. Now I remember that you have a boyfriend…” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Oh, him,” Jean said. I pulled away a little. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, pulling me back, but I didn’t touch her. She began to kiss and nibble at my neck. Pushing me she jumped on top, her drenched imaginary pussy overtop my dick. “Come on. I’ve never cum like that before.”

“How did you cum before?” I asked, trying to ignore the one-eyed elephant in the room. 

“I didn’t,” she teased. “Well I almost did once.” She said quickly. “Storm told me about the industrial worthy washer and dryer that we have-”

“You didn’t,” I laughed. 

“Old me did. She was curious and jumped on. Rocked her world, but she got so shy about it she couldn’t finish. You did it with a look,” she shivered.

“I did it in your mind,” I corrected.

“Still, I’ve been in a lot of minds. No ones ever done that,” she said. “What else can you do?”

“A lot, but is Nix here to stay?” I asked. “I’d hate for her to go all sad because she cheated on the red ranger.”

“Fuck him, and old me,” she said. “But mainly me. Just rip open my hymen.” My dick bulged, realizing she really was a virgin in all meanings of the words. “You would do it. I can feel it. Take me further than I ever imagined.” 

I nodded and took control back from her. Flipping her over, my imaginary dick penetrated her and she came. The real Jean fell a little, jerking awake; she stopped playing around in real life and began flying beside me as I continued to make her cum. It was easier than I remembered.  

So long without the Makuramoto had made me appreciate what I had trained for years to make. A place in my mind. A world I controlled. Every aspect of it a part of my devising. I had been channeling chakra in to women for years. I knew what they felt and went through when they came. That knowledge only increased as I learned my Sparks skill. 

Able to feel every nerve synapse firing like it’s own execution squad, I could control how, how long, and how powerfully a woman came. And there was still so much to learn. From Demoness I had learned how women liked it anally, others vaginally, I could even make them feel extreme pleasure from their breasts. I hadn’t run into anyone that could actually cum from nipple stimulation yet, but I hoped to soon.

Either way, I made her body light up with a euphoric orgasm that made her latch onto me and her voice become broken as it continued on. After almost thirty full seconds of it she was a sweating and heavy breathing mess as she moaned and laid back.

“Holy fucking shit. Is sex really like that?” She asked. 

“It could be,” I said. “But there’s only so much your actual body can take. It’s usually better in your real body with shorter orgasms.”

“Fuck me,” she said. “I want you to show me.”

“I want an answer,” I said. “What about red eye? I’m not up for cucking anyone.”

“This isn’t cheating?” She asked. “Right here? You and I?” Her imaginary pussy squeezed me tigheter. 

I knew it was. “This is more like having a fantasy about someone. We just happen to be sharing the same fantasy.” 

She laughed loudly, shaking as she began to rub her body on me again. “I don’t give a shit what it is. Life is too short for worrying about this kind of shit,” she said. “I’m done with the boy scout once I get back.”

“Then once you get back we can go further,” I said.

She frowned, rolling her eyes. “In the real world, right?” 

“Right,” I said, as my hand moved down to her pussy. Instead of penetrating I made her nerves fire again and made the orgasm stronger and shorter. She caught herself though. Kissing me and writhing on my body she began to feel all around me as if she was exploring her first man. Curious if she was, I wanted this woman more as it went on. That was until we were interrupted again anyway.

“Weston!” Morgan yelled, causing my connection to Jean to split. The blonde hit my head and I looked up at her angrily. Frowning, she pointed straight ahead at a city. 

“Oh, sorry,” I said. “Is that a clue?” I asked looking down as Jean’s psychic fingers moved across my brain. Ready to continue.