Angel’s Tears
Part 4 — Rapture
Celine stepped into her bedroom with her two prizes still snuggled against her arms. The room was her own private sanctuary. Her little war room, tucked away from the rest of the world, from which she would plot against Rapture City. The room was strangely humble when compared with the rest of her home. She preferred it that way. No distractions, just a quiet place where she could unwind and clear her mind. An oak desk sat by a window overlooking the gardens; last week’s business acquisition papers still awaited her final signature of approval. But the centerpiece of the room, of course, was the bed, and tonight she would certainly not be using it to sleep.
“You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this moment, girls. But... something’s wrong with this little scene of ours. Zephyr, why aren’t you naked like your mentor?”
“P-partner...”
“Such a stubborn little thing, aren’t you? Now, kindly stop testing my patience and STRIP, girl!”
“Sorry! Don’t be mad with me.” Persephone frantically moved her hands to the back of her suit. The uniform quickly came down and was left abandoned in a pile on the floor. She made no attempt to cover herself. She always had been proud of her body. It wasn’t big or strong like Angela’s, but it was hers. She was, as Celine had said, ‘the cute one’ after all.
She shivered as Celine slowly traced her hand around her back before settling over her breasts, softly massaging her. That lavender perfume of hers didn’t seem so scary anymore, not when it let her feel like this. She gave a little gasp as Celine pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
“There we go. Much better. How are we feeling, sweetheart?”
“... Cold.” Persephone tried to lean into Celine for comfort but was quickly shoved away for her insolence.
“Well then, let’s do something about that.” Celine snapped her fingers. “Angela!”
The blonde heroine quickly embraced her partner, pressing their naked bodies together. “Don’t worry, Persephone. I’m here for you.”
Celine quickly reed them, running her arms up and down their backs, letting the fur jacket tickle against their bare skin. “Was this how you two imagined our little confrontation ending tonight? The two of you naked in my bedroom... wrapped in each other’s arms...” She paused to brush some loose strands of Angela’s hair from Persephone’s eyes. “Ready to serve my every whim?”
Angela’s wings cradled the two women closely. She felt as though the wrong answer might make Celine leave them forever. “No, but... I’m glad. Celine... I promise I’m never letting you go again.”
“How wonderful. I feel exactly the same way.” Celine leaned right next to Angela’s ear and whispered with a grin wide enough to show teeth. “I’m never letting you go either.”
Celine brought her two captives to the bed, laying them side by side on the luxurious silk sheets. She shifted them until their legs were hanging over the edge at their knees, right where they could be comfortable, and she could have access to their most intimate regions.
Angela reached out for Persephone, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers. Whatever was about to happen, she was glad Persephone was here to experience it with her. She felt Celine’s hand curl around the back of her neck, that lovely aroma of lavender accompanying her. Then, ever so slowly, she found her head being guided towards Persephone’s.
“You know what I want, girls. Do try not to disappoint me.”
Angela’s heart started pounding in her chest. She’d never even kissed a boy before; she’d always been too busy. As the city’s lead hero, she’d never allowed herself a moment’s rest, always having to prepare for the next big threat. How was she supposed to know what to do without letting Celine and Persephone both down?
But, to her great relief, the younger heroine took full control of the kiss the moment their lips met. Angela gladly embraced this reversed dynamic between them. If this made Celine happy, then she was grateful Persephone could take the lead. She allowed her eyes to drift shut, lost in the intimate moment they now shared. A quiet moan escaped her as Persephone cupped her breast. Gods, why had they never tried this before?
She wanted to return the gesture, but soon heard a light slap, and Persephone’s hand was pulled away from her.
“Ah, ah, ah, little Zephyr. Not without my permission.”
Both heroines whimpered; neither objected. They simply continued their slow makeout session, awaiting their next instructions.
“Good girls.” Celine’s gloved hands settled over their waists. “Now, let’s get you two ready for when Lucy s us, shall we?”
She slid her thumbs so they rested above their clits. Already, she could feel the two women begin to writhe beneath her touch. The contrast was delightfully exquisite. Angela’s mound was so firm, so unyielding, while Persephone’s skin was pristine and soft. It was like they had been preparing for their shared enslavement their entire lives.
She began pressing against their openings, savouring the anticipation one last time. “You’re ready, aren’t you, girls? Ready to abandon everything you once stood for. Ready to forsake the friends and comrades who once stood by your side. All to please your beloved Black Fox.”
Her words seemed to wrap around them. It all seemed so natural. Celine was taking such good care of them, and after all they had done since arriving here. How could they not want to make her smile? Surely the other heroes would understand.
Angela squeezed Persephone’s hand. With a small nod between them, she spoke for them both, her normally stern voice now soft and tranquil. “Celine, we want this. We want to be yours. But... promise you’ll take care of us, both of us. That’s all I ask.”
Celine had to bite her lip. Even under the full influence of Angel’s Tears, Angela could manage this token defiance. She was still playing their little game which had long since been decided. Defiant to the very end. She truly was perfect. Celine could never have wished for a better rival.
“Oh, how could I say no to that angel face of yours? Alright, Angela, you have my word. If you both behave, I promise to be nice to you AND to your ‘partner.’” Celine chuckled, “Well, at least when I feel like it.”
Tears came to Angela’s eyes, but she made no move to wipe them. As she let her eyes drift shut once more, Celine slipped a finger fully into each heroine, causing them to gasp in unison.
“There we go. Just relax. You two deserve this, don’t you?”
Persephone tightened her grip on Angela, answering breathlessly. “Yes. I mean... no. I shouldn’t... I couldn’t stop you. Ah! I let this happen. But... Ange, is it ok to want this?”
Angela was too busy trying to keep her wings from thrashing against the bed to answer. She tried to shift away as Celine’s finger explored her, but this only dragged the fingertip along her inner walls before it buried itself fully inside her again.
“Ah! Celine! You promised you’d be nice.”
“It really is adorable watching you two try to fight this. But you’re much too far gone now. Just enjoy it. At long last I—”
“What the hell, Celine! Did you actually start without me?” Lucy stormed through the doorway wearing nothing but her open lab coat and an eager smile on her face. “You couldn’t wait five minutes?”
“Oh, Luce, I couldn’t wait five SECONDS once I got these two in here.”
Lucy, ever the scientist, rested her chin against her index finger and assessed the once untouchable heroines’ struggles. Even now, she was unable to turn off that brilliant mind of hers. “Feeling sentimental, were we, Cel? Who knew the infamous Black Fox could be so gentle when the curtains were drawn? Well, far be it for me to interrupt amateur hour. Hurry up and finish your little cuddlefest so I can show how you properly please a girl.”
Celine slipped a second finger into each heroine, sliding in and out of her captives in sync. She never could resist a good challenge, certainly not one made in her own bedroom by a smug lab rat. “Big talk there, Luce. I was just getting them warmed up for us. One cannot rush a moment as delicious as this. Sometimes you have to stop and smell the roses.”
“You don’t say. Perhaps I should give that a try then.” Lucy moved behind Celine and grabbed the back of her fur jacket. She took a deep breath and let the lavender fragrance sweep over her, a scent so innocent yet so damning. Her perfect creation.
When her eyes met Celine’s, they were as sharp as ever. She was completely unaffected by the Angel’s Tears.
“Truly my finest work. A ‘rose’ like no other. But... I can think of an even sweeter rose I could enjoy right now.” She released Celine and turned her gaze to Persephone, eyes practically sparkling with wicked intent behind her glasses.
“Be my guest, Luce. She’s all yours.” Celine withdrew her fingers from Persephone, leaving the heroine feeling strangely empty, like some crucial part of her had been taken away.
“AH! Wait, Miss Fox... Not her. I want you.”
“Not anymore, you don’t.” Celine gleefully exclaimed, “You belong to Lucy from now on. You’re my little gift to her. Payment for services rendered.”
Even through her lavender haze, tears were returning to Persephone’s face. She had been cast aside so casually, and she hadn’t done anything wrong. She turned to Lucy with desperation filling her eyes.
“M-Miss Lucy, please... help me...”
Lucy placed a single kiss right on Persephone’s folds, savouring her fragrance. “Still trying to appeal to me after all I’ve done? I thought you were smarter than that, Zephyr.”
“Finish. Please, Mistress, help me finish.”
“Mistress?” Lucy laughed, absolutely delighted. “Oh, I could get used to hearing that.” She placed both hands on Persephone’s inner thighs, keeping her legs spread wide, then dragged her tongue tortuously slowly up her leg, leaving a cold wet trail. When she finally reached her entrance, still slick from Celine’s teasing, she plunged deep inside.
The sensation was overwhelming. Within moments, Persephone’s body started to spasm, arching violently backwards. Every stroke of Lucy’s tongue felt like wildfire. No amount of hero training could have possibly prepared her for what her new mistress was doing to her.
She tried to keep her hips raised to give easier access. Her new mistress was so kind; she deserved to be comfortable. But it was so hard to stay still when every part of her body was screaming. She could only squirm beneath Lucy’s attention for what she would have sworn were hours.
When she felt Lucy’s tongue flick across her clit, her orgasm ripped through her. Lucy graciously kept her face buried between her legs throughout the entire climax, draining her of every drop she had to give as orgasm rolled into orgasm. The bedsheets began lifting as an unnatural burst of wind swept throughout the room, slowly dying down as Persephone’s breathing evened out again.
“Thank you, Miss Lucy. Thank you so much.”
Lucy finally withdrew from her prey, rubbing the sated pussy. “That’s MISTRESS Lucy, Zephyr. But I’ll forgive you this one time.”
Celine couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Geeze, Luce, since when were you into power play? You ruined her in a matter of minutes.” She turned to Angela, still working her fingers inside her. “Well, I’m glad one heroine here still has a modicum of restraint. Angela, sweetheart, show Persephone what a true hero’s willpower looks like. Show us you can contain yourself all... night... long.” She emphasised the last three words with a firm swat against Angela’s clit.
Even as her body ached for more of Celine’s touch, Angela was feeling a wave of relief. Discipline, self-control, endurance. These she actually understood. Celine must have known this too; she was always thinking of her, and now she was giving a chance for Angela to prove herself. At last she could make Celine proud.
“Yes, Celine, thank you. I’ll be good. I won’t disappoint you.”
Lucy wiped her mouth clean, then slid her finger into Angela’s mouth. The hero began to eagerly suckle on the finger, trying to clean every drop of her partner’s juices off the chemist.
“You suuure about that, Val-ky-rie?” Lucy teased, “I bet if I had a go at you, I could—”
“Back off, Luce. Angela’s mine. You’re keeping the small one.” Celine withdrew her fingers and climbed onto the bed, pinning Angela’s wings beneath her knees as she positioned herself above her head.
Lucy rolled her eyes, but her smile never left her face. Of course Celine would insist on spoiling their fun by getting all possessive now. “Oh, so THAT’S my reward after all I’ve done, is it? I get an entrée while you enjoy the steak?”
“Entrée?” Celine laughed, “I prepared a delicious meal for you, Luce. It’s not my fault you went straight for dessert. Speaking of which.” She pushed the fabric of her dress aside and lowered herself onto her former rival’s waiting lips. “Eat up, ‘hero’.”
Angela’s entire body went stiff. Persephone wasn’t here to guide her this time. What the hells was she supposed to do now? She could hardly focus as it was, and her body still ached dearly for Celine’s fingers to return. She was absolutely determined to show the self-control she had promised. Somehow, she needed to show appreciation for everything Celine had done for her. She was the Valkyrie, after all; doing the impossible was her speciality. Perhaps she could make up for inexperience with sheer enthusiasm.
Unfortunately, her clumsy attempts to satisfy Celine did not go unnoticed.
“Dammit, Angela, you have no idea what you’re doing down there, do you?”
“Sorry, Celine.” Angela frantically tried to apologise. “I’ll learn, I’ll do better, I’ll MMRPH—”
She was cut off as Celine pressed her full weight down, smothering the heroine. “Damn right you will. Now shut up and try not to completely ruin this for me.”
Celine started rocking her hips against Angela’s face. In truth, nothing could possibly ruin tonight. Everything was too damn perfect. But if Angela couldn’t give her what she wanted by herself, then she would have to pick up her slack.
Not wanting to be left out, Lucy ed them on the bed, taking a matching position above Persephone. The young heroine, ever eager to prove herself, gripped Lucy’s thighs and began lapping against her pussy with a ion she knew Angela could never give.
“Nng, Shit! Mine already knows what she’s doing, Cel. Fuck! Right there, slave.”
Encouraged by her mistress’s approval, Persephone pulled Lucy fully onto her and redoubled her efforts. She would prove herself the better slave. Celine would be sorry she ever gave her up. Whenever she withdrew her warm tongue, she would conjure a cool breeze to replace it, never allowing her mistress a moment’s recovery.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! You see how unfair this is, Cel? I don’t even get the satisfaction of training this one myself. And yours... shit, you can do whatever you want with her and never have to hold back.”
As if to prove a point, Celine sharply twisted Angela’s nipple, drawing a silent scream that was swallowed by her pussy.
“That’s right. Privileges of being the girl in charge. Hate to tell you, but Angela’s staying with me, YAH!” She suddenly struck her open hand hard across Angela’s breast. “No teeth, dammit!”
Lucy’s hand suddenly clasped around Celine’s throat. Her eyes burned with a mad fury through her glasses and a maniacal grin had split wide across her face.
“Screw that, and screw you, Cel. You don’t get to play the boss card this time. This is MY victory as much as yours, you hear? You WILL give me what I want.”
Celine’s fingers tangled in Lucy’s hair, pulling her in and sealing their lips together in a shared moan. She had no idea who this madwoman was or what in all the hells she had done with Lucy, but right now she didn’t care.
Lucy increased the pressure on Celine’s throat as both women bounced on their playthings, moments away from losing themselves.
“Say it, Celine. Say you’ll give me what I want. Say that damn word I hate so much. Say it. SAY IT!”
“... Gotcha!” Celine gasped out, “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
Lucy was finally pushed over the edge. With an unrestrained scream, she spilled herself all over Persephone’s face. Celine’s own climax followed seconds after, less intense than Lucy’s but no less satisfying. Both women were left gasping as they marked their prizes.
The two collapsed back onto the silk sheets, breathing heavily as they stared at the ceiling, their heroes all but forgotten to them. A whole new world of possibility had opened up for them tonight. But, for the time being, they were content to simply bathe in what was sure to be the greatest afterglow of their lives.
In the end, Lucy was the first to recover. “Good. Because what I want is for you to buy me a coffee.”
Celine smiled at the stupid little joke. “That hardly seems... oh...”
There was a moment’s pause; even the fallen heroines dared not interrupt with their moans. Eventually, both villains spoke in unison.
“Gotcha!”