The air shimmers like heat waves as I teleport for what feels like the thousandth time, materializing behind Sensei Masters. My fist rockets toward her kidney, a cheap shot, but she's been asking me to fight dirty. Before I can make contact, she pivots and blocks with her forearm, effortlessly redirecting my momentum.
"Telegraphing your attacks, Steele," she barks, not even looking at me as she deflects my strike. "I could see that coming from last Tuesday."
I blink out of existence again, reappearing at her left side, aiming a sweeping kick at her legs. She catches my ankle with insulting ease.
"Sloppy footwork!" Another critique, delivered with military precision. "Your teleporting is getting faster, but your technique is falling apart. Focus!"
Thirty minutes of non-stop teleporting has turned my brain to mush and my body into a walking hormone factory. Every molecule in me vibrates with energy that has nowhere to go. My skin feels too tight, too hot, too sensitive.
I materialize directly in front of her, throwing a combination of punches that she blocks with methodical precision. Each teleport releases another wave of pheromones into the training room's air. It hangs heavy around us, invisible but potent.
"Your strikes lack commitment," Masters says, her voice slightly huskier than usual. "You're pulling back before making contact."
My lungs burn as I gulp for air, finally pausing my assault. Sweat drenches my t-shirt, plastering it to my chest. The room spins slightly as I brace my hands on my knees, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Every nerve ending in my body screams for release, the familiar side effect of extended teleporting sessions.
I glance up, my gaze immediately finding Ellie. She stands against the far wall, her blue eyes dark with hunger, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her cheeks are flushed crimson, the symbiote rippling beneath her skin in agitated patterns that match her obvious arousal. She's biting her lower lip hard enough that I'm surprised she hasn't drawn blood.
Masters follows my gaze, her own breathing carefully controlled but noticeably deeper than normal. Unlike Ellie, she maintains her composure, though a faint pink tinge colors her high cheekbones.
"Sensei, I can't..." I gasp, the words barely making it past my dry throat. My whole body trembling with pent-up energy. "I need to stop."
Masters studies me with that clinical gaze of hers, head tilted slightly as she assesses my condition. A knowing look crosses her face.
"Do you need a fuck break, Steele?" she asks bluntly, not a hint of judgment in her tone.
I nod immediately, not even attempting to hide my desperation. There's no room for shame anymore, not after we've done this routine several times daily for the past few days. The pheromones have turned my blood into liquid fire, and we all know there's only one way to ease it.
"Ellie," Masters calls out, her voice steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. "You're up. I'll be down the hall." She grabs a towel from the bench, wiping sweat from her face. "Just let me know when you're done. And don't take to long."
Ellie pushes off from the wall, moving toward me with predatory grace, her eyes never leaving mine. The symbiote ripples across her skin in excited patterns, responding to the pheromones saturating the air.
Masters walks to the door with military precision, pulls down the privacy drape we installed for exactly these situations, and leaves without another word. The lock clicks behind her.
"You look desperate," Ellie purrs, suddenly right in front of me, her hands already sliding under my sweat-soaked shirt. The symbiote extends tendrils that wrap around my wrists, cool against my overheated skin.
"I am," I admit, my voice embarrassingly needy. "Teleported too much."
Ellie's lips crash against mine, the symbiote tendrils wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer. The kiss is electric, desperate, her tongue exploring my mouth with possessive hunger. My hands tangle in her short blonde hair, tugging just enough to make her growl against my lips.
"Wait," I gasp, pulling back slightly despite every cell in my body screaming for more contact. "I need to keep training after this. Can we make it quick?"
A predatory smile spreads across her face, those blue eyes darkening with desire. "That's not up to me, baby," she purrs, her hand sliding down to palm my obvious erection through my training pants. "It's up to you how long this takes."
The symbiote pulses beneath her skin in excited patterns, responding to the pheromones filling the room.
"Can I be in charge this time?"
Ellie throws her head back and laughs, the sound rich and genuine despite the mockery behind it. "You think you can?" she challenges, eyebrow raised in amusement.
The pheromones have removed any filter between my thoughts and my words. "I just want to bend you over so fucking badly, Ellie," I confess, my voice breaking with need. "Please, just this once."
She studies me for a moment, her own arousal evident in her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.
With an exaggerated sigh of annoyance that doesn't match the hunger in her eyes, she finally nods. "Fine," she says, "just this once."
Before I can process my victory, she's moving toward a desk at the side of the training room. In one fluid motion, she pushes aside a stack of practice mats and pulls down her training pants, bending over the desk with casual confidence. The symbiote shifts to accommodate her movement, flowing like liquid shadow across her skin.
My hands shake as I fumble with the drawstring of my pants, nearly tripping as I push them down my hips. My erection springs free, almost painfully hard from the pheromone overload.
"Come on," Ellie urges, looking over her shoulder with impatient desire. She wiggles her hips in invitation, the symbiote rippling across her exposed skin in anticipation.
I can't wait another second. I position myself behind Ellie, gripping her hips with trembling hands.
"Hurry up," she demands, voice husky with need.
I thrust forward with desperate force, burying myself inside her in one swift motion. The sensation is so overwhelming, so perfect, that my vision goes white at the edges. Before I can even process the feeling of being fully sheathed inside her, my release hits me like a freight train. A pathetic whimper escapes my throat as I pulse deep inside her, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.
"Oh fuck," I gasp, embarrassment flooding through me as quickly as the pleasure fades.
But when I look at Ellie's face, I don't see disappointment. Instead, her eyes are gleaming with something like triumph, a smug smile spreading across her lips as she watches me over her shoulder.
"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" she purrs, the symbiote rippling across her skin in pleased waves. "My pussy just feels that good."
The pride in her voice catches me off guard. Where I'd expect mockery, there's only satisfaction, as if my immediate surrender to pleasure is the highest compliment I could pay her. Which in this world it is.
Despite my immediate release, my erection doesn't flag in the slightest. I remain fully hard inside her, the pheromones in my system keeping me aroused beyond normal human limits. I experimentally roll my hips, feeling how my own release has made everything slick and warm.
Ellie's smug expression falters as I begin thrusting again, her eyes widening in surprise.
"You're still hard?"
I can only nod, words completely beyond me as pleasure rockets through my oversensitized body. My cum provides perfect lubrication as I drive into her with renewed vigor. Each thrust feels electric, almost too intense after my orgasm, but the pheromones coursing through me demand more.
Ellie responds immediately, arching her back and pressing her ass higher, changing the angle to take me deeper.
"Fuck, Shane," she moans, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk hard enough that I hear the wood creak beneath her strength.
I grab her hips with newfound confidence, pulling her back to meet each thrust. The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the training room, echoing off the walls along with our desperate breathing.
"You're doing so well," she encourages, her voice breaking on a moan as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. "So fucking good for me."
Her praise spurs me on, and I find myself moving with greater force, greater purpose.
I lose myself in the rhythm, my hips slamming against her with increasing urgency. The symbiote responds to our shared passion, pulsing and flowing across Ellie's skin like black liquid fire. I'm so focused on the sensation of being inside her that I barely notice at first when something cool and fluid extends from her body.
A tendril snakes up my chest, then wraps around my neck with gentle pressure
"Feels good," I gasp, my pace never faltering.
Then I feel something else, another tendril extending beneath me, curling between my legs from behind.
"What's tha…" My question transforms into a shocked moan as something wet and flexible begins swirling around my asshole. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before – slick, precise, and alarmingly good.
"Wait, no, Ellie, I don't…" I stammer, my hips stuttering mid-thrust.
"Shhh," she purrs, the symbiote tightening slightly around my neck in a possessive gesture.
"Just dont let it go inside," I manage to get out, my voice tight with a mixture of panic and unexpected pleasure.
Ellie turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder with a warm smile that somehow manages to be both reassuring and wickedly mischievous. She gives me a small nod of understanding, her blue eyes dark with desire.
The tendril continues its external exploration, never breaching me but providing a pressure and stimulation that makes my knees weak. I resume thrusting, somehow finding even more power in my movements. The dual sensations, being buried inside her heat while the symbiote teases me from behind.
The tendril around my neck constricts slightly. The pressure is exquisite, making my head swim as oxygen becomes just scarce enough to heighten every sensation.
"Harder," Ellie commands, her voice husky with desire.
I respond immediately, driving into her with increased force, my hips slamming against her with enough power that the desk creaks beneath us. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the training room, punctuated by our ragged breathing.
The tendril at my neck tightens further.
"Faster," she demands, looking over her shoulder with those piercing blue eyes that hold me captive.
My rhythm becomes frantic, desperate, the coil of pleasure in my gut winding impossibly tight. "I... I won't last..." I gasp, the words barely audible as the tendril flexes around my throat.
"Faster," she repeats, her tone brooking no argument.
I obey without hesitation this time, my body surrendering completely to her command. I drive into her again and again as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo.
When it hits, it's like being struck by lightning. My entire body seizes as I erupt inside her for the second time, filling her with hot pulses that seem to go on forever. Through my haze of ecstasy, I feel Ellie's body clench around me, her back arching sharply as she follows me over the edge. Her cry of pleasure mingles with mine, a duet of release that bounces off the training room walls.
"Fuck, Shane," she moans, her body quivering with aftershocks that milk every last drop from me.
The tendril around my neck loosens gradually, allowing me to gulp in air that tastes sweeter than anything I've ever breathed before. My legs tremble beneath me, threatening to give out entirely. The symbiote seems to sense this, extending additional tendrils that wrap supportively around my waist, keeping me upright when my own strength fails.
"Fuck, Ellie. I love you so much."
She smiles at me over her shoulder again. As I slowly withdraw, the symbiote flows across her skin, covering her intimately before any evidence of our passion can escape. It's strangely beautiful, watching the living darkness protect what we've shared.
She turns to face me, releasing my legs from her supportive grip. The symbiote reshapes itself around her body, forming a sleek training outfit that perfectly hugs her powerful frame. Her blue eyes soften as she looks at me.
"I love you too," she says simply, reaching up to cup my face between her palms as she gives me a quick peck on the lips.
"Better?" she asks, her thumb stroking my cheek.
I nod, feeling the pheromone haze finally beginning to clear from my system. "Much better. I can actually think straight now."
"Shame," she teases, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I kind of like when you can't."
Ellie gives me one more lingering kiss before stepping back. "I'll go get Masters," she says, adjusting her symbiote-formed clothing with a casual flick of her wrist. "Try not to miss me too much."
I fumble with my pants, yanking them up my sweat-slicked legs while trying to regain some semblance of dignity. My muscles burn pleasantly, a combination of intense training and even more intense release. By the time I've tied my drawstring and smoothed down my shirt, I can hear footsteps approaching in the hallway.
The door swings open, and Masters strides in with her usual military precision, Ellie following close behind. Masters' nose wrinkles immediately, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the state of the room.
"It always reeks of sex in here after your fuck breaks, Steele," she says, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Sorry," I mutter, not meaning it in the slightest.
Masters rolls her eyes, clearly seeing through my half-assed apology. "Alright, come at me," she commands, sliding into her fighting stance. "Let's see what you've got now."
Despite the bone-deep exhaustion weighing down my limbs, I focus on a spot behind her left shoulder. The familiar energy builds inside me, crackling through my veins like lightning seeking ground. The world bends, reality folding like origami around my body, and then I'm there, materializing in a flash.
My fist cuts through the air where Masters had been standing just a millisecond before. She sidesteps with that infuriating ease, watching my movements with calculating eyes. I teleport again, appearing at her right flank, throwing a combination that she deflects with minimal effort.
Unlike before, she doesn't immediately critique my form or bark instructions. She just... watches. Her eyes track me with clinical precision as I blink in and out of existence around her, each teleport leaving golden afterimages in the air.
After three more attempts to break through her defenses, Masters raises her hand.
"Alright, stop," she commands.
I freeze mid-stance, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
"It's just as I thought," she says, circling me slowly, those piercing eyes assessing every inch of my exhausted frame. "You're weaker now."
"Well yeah," I pant, wiping sweat from my brow. "We've been at this for hours."
She shakes her head, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "No, that's not it. The more horny you are, Steele, the stronger you are. Right now, you're satisfied, so your powers are at their weakest."
"Wait, what?" I stare at her, trying to process what she's saying. "That can't be right."
"It is." She crosses her arms, looking annoyingly smug. "Your teleportation is slower, your strikes lack power, your reaction time is delayed. Before your little break with Brock, you were much faster."
My mind races, replaying our previous training sessions.
"So I'm like... powered by horniness?" The question sounds so ridiculous coming out of my mouth that I almost laugh.
Masters nods with the same clinical detachment she'd use to explain a particularly effective chokehold. "Yes, exactly, and Friday you and Ellie are going to fight as long as you can without fucking to see if you have an upper limit."
I sigh."That sounds like its going to to suck."
"Yup."