A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the next four chapters are up on my Patreon for early access as well as the chance to vote on the direction of the story!
Poor Sabah trying to py it cool...
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As Portent and Weaver go to get dressed in their new costumes, Sabah tries to keep her cool. She’s on the job right now. She’s Parian and she needs to remember that. Lily is absent, a decision that the two of them had made together, so she’s all on her own… except Lily hadn’t left her completely ‘alone’.
Underneath Sabah’s costume, shifting against her dusky skinned body in very interesting ways, is nylon rope. Spread across her entire body, binding her breasts together and sliding up between her thighs to catch between her pussy lips, is some very complex rope bondage.
Lily had put it on her this morning before they’d parted ways. Told Sabah to focus on the job in a teasing tone, even as she’d pinched Sabah’s nipples and made her moan. Honestly? The rope bondage grounded Sabah in a way she doesn’t think it would have otherwise. Lily being here directly would have been better, but to be fair, it had to be like this.
It was one thing to have Lily there for the first time Sabah met with Portent and Weaver, but once they’d gotten the measure of the two independents and figured out that they were probably not dangerous, it became more of a problem to have Lily around than not. It made it seem like Parian was too connected to the Protectorate if she had a Protectorate Heroine backing her up all the time.
Honestly, Portent and Weaver had both been surprisingly tolerant to Lily’s presence the first time around. Portent more than Weaver on that front but still, either or both of them could have made a scene and some might even argue that they would have been well within their rights to do so.
It was just… difficult. Ever since the incident, Sabah had been more than a little jumpy. Lily was her rock in that regard. Her presence kept Sabah stable. It kept her from constantly catastrophizing and ultimately going off the deep end as a result. She was doing pretty good today though without her. Maybe that was because she got this strange sense of… warmth from Portent. Like she felt safe around him.
It wasn’t the same as the safety she felt in Lily’s arms. She loved her girlfriend with all her heart. But Portent just had this easygoing confidence that made it easy to trust him. Reliable. That was the impression Sabah got from him.
Maybe that was why… she wanted him to fulfill her darkest sexual fantasies. Sabah blushes beneath the porcein mask even as she fidgets and squirms while waiting for the two in the dressing rooms to finish putting on their new costumes. Lily really knew how to paint a picture. Visions of Portent bending the beautiful Asian Woman over and fucking her right in front of Sabah flit through the Middle Eastern Rogue’s mind.
In costume, out of costume… honestly, it didn’t matter. Both sounded fucking hot. Him plowing the strong, proud Fletchette silly. Him fucking the normally domineering Lily like a bitch. Sabah knew that her girlfriend was something of a switch. She was only so dominant because Sabah was so submissive. But Lily was adaptable. And she’d promised Sabah that the right man would switch her up as easy as snapping one’s fingers.
Portent was the right man for that job. Sabah was confident of that fact and so was Lily. However, Lily was right that they needed to take things slowly. They didn’t want to ruin the business side of things or anything like-
Sabah blinks as Weaver steps out of the dressing room first. To be fair, her costume had the least pieces to it. Sabah had taken inspiration from what Weaver had already managed to complete and given the aspiring heroine the bck-and-grey Spider Silk bodysuit right out of her dreams. Then, she’d gone above and beyond when it came to reinforcing the Spider Silk. Sure, Spider Silk was super tough and knife-resistant, but that didn’t mean it was bullet proof or anything like that.
Well, some areas on Weaver’s costume WERE bulletproof now. Armored panels were spread out across her body, keeping the range of movement good, but also making it so if she took a bullet from a small firearm, she would barely feel it. And from a rger handgun, the impact on certain areas would just bruise.
The armored parts of the costume cover all of the important bits of Weaver’s anatomy. Full head coverage, including front and back, chest coverage, spine coverage, stomach coverage, and all the major joints as well. The result was that Weaver looked a bit like a humanoid bug in her own right once she was wearing the costume. But at least, no matter what, she would be safe.
Still, despite Sabah designing and creating the damn thing, even she finds it a little intimidating to look at. Especially when Weaver, upon realizing Portent isn’t out of his changing room yet, orients on Sabah and begins stomping over to her. Swallowing thickly, the rogue straightens up as she feels the nylon ropes shifting under her costume, her voice only slightly unsteady from the imposing cape combined with the sensations provided by the state of bondage she’s in.
“A-Ah… is everything fitted well? Does it feel good?”
She knew it should, of course. When everything went according to pn, Sabah did good work. In this case, she’d been able to measure both Weaver and Portent out and make their costumes perfect. Still, part of her can’t help but be a little self-conscious, even as the imposing Weaver looms a bit over her. Sabah hadn’t really realized how tall the other female parahuman was. Her height reminds Sabah of Lily…
“What are your intentions towards Portent?”
Wait, what? Sabah’s brain bluescreens for a moment at that question. How did Weaver know that she, or rather they, had intentions towards Portent in the first pce? No… she shouldn’t know. She couldn’t know anything. Sabah just had to keep her cool and not give anything away…
“Um… I’m not sure what you’re talking about? My intentions are to make this profitable business retionship between the three of us work out, first and foremost.”
Weaver pauses for a moment at that, before tilting her head to the side.
“First and foremost.”
Sabah tenses up as Weaver tches onto the st thing in the world that Sabah wanted her to tch onto. As Weaver throws those three words back in her face, Sabah swallows thickly.
“And what about after we’ve made this ‘profitable business retionship’ work out? What then?”
She knew. Somehow, she knew. Sabah didn’t know how… and then it hits her. No way. Weaver had literally bugged them, hadn’t she? Electronic warfare was strictly prohibited and continually monitored in a pce like this. Anyone caught pnting those sorts of bugs, recording or listening devices, or heaven forbid cameras, would be in for a total shit storm.
But Weaver… if Weaver’s power extended beyond simply ordering bugs around, if she could control them so extensively that she could even maybe hear or see through them… that changed things didn’t it? All the other woman would have had to do was leave behind some actual, literal bugs and she would have seen everything. Lily and Sabah’s conversation. Their ‘activities’. Lily describing Sabah’s deepest darkest sexual fantasy to her as she touched her… and what they decided about maybe trying to involve Portent down the road.
A whimper escapes Sabah’s lips as she feels it all crashing down around her. Weaver knew and… she was letting Sabah know she knew because she wanted something, didn’t she? Or maybe because she wanted Sabah to back off. The rogue didn’t know, but in the end…
“What… what do you want?”
There’s a pause as Weaver stiffens up. Maybe she wasn’t expecting the conversation to jump forward so fast, but Sabah sees no reason in continuing this song and dance when it’s obvious she and Lily have been caught. And sure, Weaver using her powers to spy on them was a total invasion of privacy… but Sabah doesn’t honestly feel like she has a leg to stand on in that regard.
“… I don’t want anything from you.”
Sabah’s shoulders slump, though not in relief. Those words make it clear that what Weaver actually wants is for them to back off. Sabah waits for that to be the next thing Weaver says, for her to shut down Sabah’s fantasies and make it clear nothing else is going to happen.
“If anything, I want to help you.”
And there it was- wait what?! Sabah hadn’t even realized her eyes were drifting shut in anticipation until they snap open at Weaver’s words. Her porcein mask hides the incredulity in her eyes as she stares at the other Parahuman in disbelief, but her entire posture must radiate her baffled reaction anyways because Weaver just shrugs.
“Portent is a good man. I’m not opposed to sharing.”
Sharing. Meaning that the two independent heroes were already in that sort of retionship, most likely. Sabah had known it was a possibility of course. She’d known it was even likely, really. Two young people of opposite genders sharing an intimate secret like powers with one another? And more than that, acting as partners in a joint endeavor to be heroes? She was well aware that a young man and woman in that situation were likely to be more than friends.
Still, the other component of Weaver’s admission, that she wasn’t against the idea of letting Portent fuck Lily in front of Sabah… honestly, Sabah didn’t know how to react to that. She wasn’t even sure what to say. Instead, she stands there in stupefied silence, truly struck dumb by Weaver’s offer.
It’s into this ensuing silence that Portent finally steps out of his own changing room, drawing the attention of both women. Sabah hears a sharp intake of breath from Weaver and honestly… she has to agree. Again, even though she’s the one who made the costume, Sabah finds herself stunned by just how good it looks on Portent.
At its base, it’s a lot like Weaver’s costume. A bodysuit base made of Spider-Silk with some armoring to protect his weak points. But making them look too simir had just… well, it hadn’t fit within Sabah’s creative vision. That’s why, once she’d gotten the protective stuff out of the way, she’d gone a little bit overboard.
Portent was, from what Sabah had seen so far and what little they’d talked about, somewhat ‘magic’ based. She didn’t know if he really believed he was magical like Myrddin over in Chicago or anything like that, but it was obvious he had a theme and she’d wanted to help him stick to it.
That’s why he has a nice, beautiful, fireproof cloak draped off of his shoulders, and also some rather hefty shoulder pads to boot to make him even more imposing and draw attention to his masculinity.
On top of that, she’d put more padding beyond just the armoring all over his body, to further accentuate his muscuture. And finally, she’d made the entire thing gold and silver, a mixture that even now Sabah thinks she managed to get very nearly perfect, especially now that she’s seeing it on the subject for the first time.
“Well? What do you two think?”
Sabah blinks and blushes as she realizes she’d been staring with her jaw agape for who knew how long. If not for her mask, she would have been in danger of catching flies. Still, what does she think…?
“I mean… isn’t that supposed to be my question? What do you think, Portent? Do you like it? Does it fit well?”
Sabah shifts from foot to foot, which causes the nylon ropes beneath her costume to shift against her oh-so-sensitive skin. She’d gone a little overboard with Portent’s costume and she knew it. Still…
“It fits perfectly, Parian. And honestly I was a little worried at first, but despite the padding and somewhat ostentatious design choices, the range of movement is still all there. I’m impressed, you do great work.”
Blushing beneath her mask, Sabah tries not to preen too hard. Only, before she can downpy her accomplishments, the craziest thing happens. Weaver suddenly has her hands on Sabah’s shoulders, gripping them firmly.
“She really has done an amazing job, hasn’t she Portent? Such an amazing job, in fact… that she deserves a reward. Don’t you think?”
Sabah freezes. A reward? Was Weaver suggesting what she thought she was suggesting? Leaning in close to her ear, the other female cape makes it abundantly clear what she’s aiming for.
“This is your chance to get in closer, Parian.”
O-Oh. That was… w-well… Sabah didn’t actually know how to feel about that. And yet, part of her is slightly turned on by Weaver taking control like this. Lily was supposed to be the only domme for her… and yet, Sabah didn’t think Lily would mind if she took Weaver up on her offer.
Meanwhile, Portent is silent for a moment before humming consideringly and taking a step forward. He’s not quite in her personal space yet, but Sabah still feels a little trapped between the two Parahumans. Not in a bad way though, funnily enough. As strange as it might sound, she feels trapped… in a good way.
“Weaver is right, Parian. You do deserve a reward above and beyond payment. You’ve gone above and beyond yourself, after all. Name your heart’s desire and I’ll do my best to fulfill it.”
His voice is husky as it rumbles straight from his chest. Sabah’s entire nervous system feels like it’s on fire. She… what should she do? What should she say? What should she ask for?
God… she almost wished she’d had Lily come today after all, if this was how things were going to turn out…
-x-X-x- The Vote: [ ] Tell Portent what she wants him to do to Lily - 33%[ ] "Ease" into things by having a threesome with Portent and Weaver - 17%[X] She really needs to talk to Lily first before anything else happens - 50%
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A/N: Will try to keep this up to date at the end of every chapter, get on me if I forget please. Though if it gets too out of hand, might have to change it at some point.
Jason's current banked points:
100 Celestial Points
Jason's current banked power:
= Chaos Magic (1000 Points)
Jason's current powers:
= Fsh Air (Gained in Chapter 1
= Transformation Pendant (Gained in Chapter 4)
= Keen Eye (Gained in Chapter 4)
= Blood, Death, and Demons (Gained in Chapter 6)
= Alchemical Prodigy (Gained in Chapter 8)
= Staff of Magnus (Gained in Chapter 13)
= Bind and Seal (Gained in Chapter 17)
= Hero of a Hundred Faces: Everyone's Leader (Gained in Chapter 20)
= Minor Regeneration via Blood Empowerment Ritual (Gained in Chapter 23)
= Restraining Order (Gained in Chapter 25)
= Focus (Gained in Chapter 28)
= Scarborough Fair (Gained in Chapter 30)
