It had been nearly three days since she'd gone thru her healing saga in the hospital. It felt good to fulfill her duty and heal all those people affected by the battle at the mall. The ceiling had collapsed on at least 20 people and she'd helped every one have a faster recovery except the two poor souls that died on site. Even though, helping them all required a trip to two different hospitals. Stupid emergency procedures splitting up the patients. She wished she'd been there at the scene to help those two.
That wasn't the only regret rummaging in Panacea's head. If only she'd gone to memorial hospital first, maybe... Maybe he'd have been sleeping and she...wouldn't have had to...
"Anyways," though Panacea trying to shake that train of thought as she knew she should be sleeping. For the first time, in a long while, she just felt satisfied and at least with her efforts on at least 19 of those 20 or so people. She knew her powers could help so many and always felt she owed it to the world to her best; that every moment she wasn't healing, she wasn't living up to her potential. She could never shake the thought every moment she didn't spend healing someone, was a missed opportunity.
Most of those she helped she knew would still require a few days in the hospital but better days than weeks of recovery and painful physiotherapy.
Still, the most unnerving part was ...the experience with the sex license holder. Honestly, she hadn't even gotten his name and only knew him by 'sex license holder' or perhaps the equally ambiguous 'room 513'. In the back of her mind, she had this nagging feeling... Like she shouldn't have made all those changes and giving into every request.
Licenses didn't explain that at all as that only entitled the owner to sex. Not a free pass to being possibly the strongest, best endowed super in all of Brockton Bay. I mean Jesus, 14 inches and the inability for anyone to say no. Clearly, her powers came with an Achilles heel. Each time healing, took a bit longer and more suggestions for what to heal came into her head and she acted them out; the suggestions being so clearly something a teenage boy would think up in retrospect. Or a horny adult male. At the time, it had seemed like her own thoughts but two days later, it had became clear which were natural and which felt off. So, of course, she wrote a letter to 513 to be delivered. No way would she risk going back and seeing him in person. "God knows what I'd be **** to do," pondered Panacea.
"Here it goes again," ragged Panacea to herself, placing her pillow over her head. Tonight and the night before, she had been awoken to the sound of what was clearly feminine cries of pleasure. What made it all the worse, was it was her sister Victoria in the room next door. The massive amount of pheromones she was exposed to before putting that patient to sleep while she made her changes, wasn't helping. She'd been moderately horny as those pheromones were taking a while to leave her system.
It wasn't helping matters that Panacea had been attracted to her own sister for ages; thanks to the formation of her awe-inspiring aura. For years, Panacea had been developing feelings of love and admiration; that eventually turned sexual during her formative years. Hearing your crush moaning loudly and intensely in pleasure; was painfully arousing. Especially painful if you know your crush is with or thinking about someone else.
It was odd though, she had her on and off again boyfriend Dean Stansfield over that night and the night before. Not that this was usual in itself. She wished she were Dean many times. Panacea was well aware she could get rid of him. Throw a little erectile dysfunction into the mix with a single brush of her hand across him or mess with their heads to make Victoria disgusted by Dean and lustfully infatuated by her. The later thought made her queasy to imagine and with these pheromones in her body, a little uncharacteristically aroused. The idea of making Victoria lust after her the was she lusted after Victoria did have it's sexual appeal, even if it was immoral.
It wasn't odd mind you that Dean had been invited over. The oddity was the past two nights was Victoria sent him home early. Yet a few hours later, in the middle of the night, she's screaming in passion. Clearly, by herself..it's not easy to sleep thru that but even harder to talk to your own sister about "Hey yeah, can you help your screaming intense multiple orgasms quieter so I can sleep? You're masturbation is messing up my arcadian rhythm. Thanks!"
So here she was suffering a repeat performance of endless moaning in a theatrical style. Surely, it couldn't feel that good, could it? Back in her mind, she shuttered wondering if Dean had something to do with her behavior changes. "Amped up her pleasure some? He is a telepath after all. Maybe, some form of mind control?" briefly thought Panacea but dismissing it. If Dean had that ability, she figured he wouldn't have been able to hold out that long or he'd probably be on the receiving end of superpowered head. "Stupid pheromones. I don't need to be getting extra aroused from the slightest sexual thoughts at this moment. "
"Maybe, it's just hormones?" reasoned Panacea. It might just be that time of the month or something for Victoria; when "Glory Girl" and herself had did her rounds last night, it might have just been her imagination but Glory Girl's uniform seemed unusually tight around the bosom and butt. That can happen...in any case, Panacea applied more pressure to her pillow curving it over her ears hoping drowning out the sound would at least allow her to sleep. Then in the morning, maybe she could get to the bottom of Victoria's odd behavior.
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