A Crash Course in Feelings

Tricia was still furious, but that angry young woman was now drowning in the sea of want, **** for the control that had defined her life... even if it was taboo, even criminal, to want it over another person. Just him, she had prayed to no gods whatsoever. I don’t want anyone else... but if I can save him from the others... for myself, then... it’s not so bad. I just... need... him... Her selfish thoughts melted as her tongue probed his, and her virgin labia drooled without so much as a brush from the man kneeling over her.

“This is... this is so much worse... than last time...!” Moira moaned as she gripped her jeans and peeled them off. Her legs shined with sweat; there was no circulation of air in the space she had made. While barriers mystically handled fresh air, temperature wasn’t nearly as conveniently managed, and the building heat from the earlier blasts from Tricia had filled the room with breathable, seemingly-boiling air. That was Moira’s theory, anyways; she knew only what the texts had taught her, and not one of them had ever warned her that every power of the Golden Rose would cause some minute arousal.

Of course, none of those texts anticipated a Warden being so readily corrupted with lust, either.

Her pants and shoes were off at last, and she slid her fingers under her bra, shoving up the full white cup as she rubbed her needy nipple. “No... no, she's still... conscious..." Moira glanced at John - a mistake that sent her body spasming at the thought of being ravaged by him - and at the enemy beneath him. "I need... my... hammer...” Shaking, Moira slowly, awkwardly crouch-walked, with toes pointed inward, as she made her way to where John had tossed her weapon.

John let his hands enjoy the bare, **** Tricia for a moment, rubbing her skin as she too began to heat up. He found the back of her neck and, with a gentle tug on her hair, pulled her far enough away to manage words. His eyes drifted to her body: the extra Eyes from her brief fight seemed to shudder and roll as if asleep, but did not vanish. “Tricia, I want to protect you... but I also want to protect Moira, and Lily. If you hurt anyone in this room... I’ll leave you, and never speak to you or touch you again.” Horror twisted her expression, but John didn’t relent. “I know you want something more from me, and... honestly, I’m kind of new to all this-“

<This manipulation of women could be no less “new” for you, John Newman.>

Don’t make me come up there and feed you to Ju.

“Please,” Tricia’s tiny voice moaned, “don’t... judge me like that. Don’t I deserve... at least a chance... with...?”

Small tears welled in her eyes, and her wounded words echoed in John's mind as he met her natural gaze. She really is a mess without that suit... I mean, we barely even know each other... and with everything I've done, I... “I'm not something that anyone deserves.” Tricia squinted, and the droplets overflowed.

She had heard his words... but missed his meaning. But I do deserve him, don't I...? The destructive eyes began to seal themselves, sinking harmlessly into her flesh. I've worked so hard... and I've waited so... patiently... for someone... so what if he's the first? Don't I deserve him being the last...? The one on her forehead closed, and John looked down to her perky breasts, and to the destructive eye, huge and vertically-aligned, that slowly sunk into her skin. Her need for him mounted... and through her arousal cut something greater: justification for her want. A history of struggling and humility... of self-control that hinged, now, on his consent.

Just this once, she promised to no one. She did deserve him. The seed there, for an emotion Tricia had staved off for years, budded underneath the warmth of this new desire, and formed a justification she never required, be it from the family that isolated her or from the Academy that was happy to accept a genius: an accounting of her achievements as something great, and worthy of a mercy.

More than even the arousal coursing through her, Tricia wallowed in self-pity.

The last Eye, suddenly surged back as a lump between her breasts and began to open. John recoiled. “What the-!“

Status: Eye of Gorbachev (Papaios)

A silver sclera, riddled with blue veins that shimmered like cracks of sapphire, surrounded a shifting pool of molten gold that serves as an iris. In the center of this bizarre new Eye was a pupil of void; not black, but bereft of color, substance, seemingly existence. The lens of sight seemed more a hole into oblivion, and John felt himself being drawn to it, as if it bore a gravity that attracted not his body, but his mind.

Tricia's eyes snapped open past her tears, as much as they burned, and she thought to transmit her demands through her eyes until she realized that John's gaze had drifted, blankly, to her chest. She stared down, in a slowly dawning horror, at the third Eye she had ever known. It was an alien thing, never seen from her tutor. It bulged and shined with minerals, and was less horrifying in appearance than in what it meant: once again, she was attacking the man she wanted.

John stared at it, frozen in place, and his mouth mumbled nothing as he quaked with an effort to break from its gaze. What... is this...?

Tricia used jfd8uf*DFhf on you! Memory editing attempt resisted.
Tricia used jfd8uf*DFhf on you! Memory editing attempt resisted.
Tricia used jfd8uf*DFhf on you! Memory editing attempt resisted.

Who... John's pupils began to dilate-

"NO!"

John blinked rapidly as the Eye turned away, rubbing his eyes as the light of the Cell washed them to burning. He looked down to the **** form below him, and watched as she desperately rotated in place, flipping onto her stomach after her **** cry. "Tricia-?"

"Don't, please!" she cried. John's hand stopped just over her shoulder, where it had naturally gone. "Why does this keep happening...?!"

Moira's fingers tapped the handle of her hammer, and daintily raised it as she tried to stand erect... only to shudder and drop her weapon anew. Once again she fell to her bare knees and hands, and her thighs squeezed uselessly against her chastity belt. Damn the Gorbachev for now, Moira, she chastised herself, if you don't... take care of this... you won't be able to fight anyways...! Sighing as she hovered ever on the edge of orgasm, she considered releasing the Warden's Cell... and cursed at her foolishness. To release her into a suburb...? Idiot! But keeping this barrier up is only making me more... more... Lady preserve me! I just need to... relieve myself...! Nearly driven to the point of tears with teasing pleasure, Moira made her way towards her discarded shield, barely noticing the moment when Tricia rolled onto her belly.

For whatever Tricia had almost done to him, she looked too fragile for him to be upset... despite how worrying those pop-ups were. "Tricia, whatever it is, fight it!"

"I can't... this feeling, it's everything... I'm trying to think past it, b-but it keeps..." She tried to turn and look at him... until another of the strange new Eyes opened on her cheek. With a sob, she buried her face against the floor.

John looked down to her body, and watched more of those familiar slits open. I'm not even touching her! Crap... if getting her this horny already opened an Eye, I can't so much as touch her until the spell wears off... but if she hits me again with whatever that was, I don't think- wait... she's not even trying to touch me anymore... John's eyes grew wide, and he dared to read her mind.

I don't want him to leave me again... it's so unfair. I lost my life, my freedom, my emotion... I've spent years dedicated to fixing myself, to enhancing medicine, to helping this new family, the Order, the whole world... So don't I deserve his feelings?! How can he tell me no, after all I've gone through... and everything I've suffered... and all I've done for the world! For him! Can't I...? Don't I...?

John blinked in surprise at the back of the blond girl's head. For all her shuddering and crying, for all the aphrodisiac he pumped into her... underlying the self-serving thoughts was a familiar strum, but it wasn't horniness: instead, he found her emotion that mirrored his own throughout the turmoil of the day. She's... pitying herself? He swallowed hard, and grunted as he looked down at her rump. Well, if anger makes her blow shit up, jealousy makes her try to dominate me, and self-pity makes her do... whatever that was, then... "... all I need to do is get you to feel something else more, right?"

"What...?" John's right hand snaked down the crack of her rump, and shoved his middle three fingers into the virgin cleft he found. "Ooooo-!"

John watched as the eyes, which had just begun to open, abruptly shut in a wave from her shoulders to her feet... though each failed to vanish. It's a start. "Right... c'mon, Tricia," he breathed, rubbing her back, tracing fingers between the dormant Eyes, and feeling her squeeze his other fingers with her spasms, "focus on this feeling... focus on me..."

"I-I aaaaam," she panted, turning to try and meet his eye as she gasped for breath.

Not good enough... but I've still got one more trick. "Surrender to me!"

"W-What?!" Her breath caught as he leaned in and licked her ear. A wave of moisture coated his palm as it cupped her hairless cunt.

"I've beaten you," he whispered into her ear, pressing his body against her as she involuntarily squirmed away from him, "so admit that I've defeated you."

"W-Why are you... doing this- aah-aah-!" She whimpered pitifully as he withdrew his fingers, and begged him with her eyes to put them back where they belonged.

John summoned his bracers of victorious molesting with an ambitious grin. "Admit it," he declared more loudly, "and I'll be able to save you."

"Y-You... You mean you'll... you'll-!"

"Do it!" He tightened the bracers and grinned down at the Gorbachev as she stuttered.

"F-F-Fine! I surrender! You win-!"

Tricia Gorbachev has surrendered!
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A sinister grin, and Tricia felt a twinge of fear under her dominator. John truly meant well, even when he blinked out of view and, with either hand on her inner-thigh, flipped her over and spread her legs wide. The bracers coursed pleasure five-fold over the thirty-fold of the aphrodisiac, and her body reacted almost defensively as she squirted femcum into John's face. The eyes vanished into her flesh; of course, John couldn't appreciate it, blinded by her lady-jizz as he was.

"You wanted me, Tricia," he chuckled, and leaned in towards a familiar meal. "So lets make you feel good enough to forget everything else."

She looked down... and saw the new slits opening on her torso. Even through her rapture, she realized this was a terrible fix as some new, unknown Eyes began to bud into existence. No! God no, what will these do?! I have to stop him! John, please, no! "N... N...!"

His lips found her swollen clitoris, and sucked.