Page 71 of I Married Kayog
I swallowed her shout of ecstasy as she fell apart in my arms. After a couple more thrusts into her, I gave in to my own climax. My spine seized, and my wings spread wide as I roared my release. My seed shot out into my mate in an endless flow of the purest bliss. As much as I hated not being able to perceive her own pleasure, I still reveled in the wondrous sensation of my Linsea’s feverish body, still trembling in the throes of passion in my arms.
She collapsed against me, heart pounding, her face buried in my neck. I tightened my embrace, my heart filling with love for my mate. I wrapped my wings around her as she snuggleddeeper into me. Hearing my mate coo with content put a smile on my face.
I fleetingly thought how this experience gave me a newfound respect for humans and other non-empathic species. Being able to feel our partner’s emotions was really a form of cheating. We didn’t have to focus as much on them or their responses to our actions because it was directly spoon fed to us.
“Stop fretting so much, silly male,” Linsea said in a still slightly groggy voice. “You did great.”
Maker, it would take me a while to get used to having my emotions fully exposed to others.
“Of course, I did,” I replied smugly. “I’m Kayog Voln.”
She burst out laughing and lifted her head to look at me as if I was a hopeless case.
“To be fair, I had a leg up from our previous times together. But I can’t wait to feel you again,” I said sheepishly.
“And you will soon,” she said, rubbing her beak against mine.
“Soon,” I concurred. “For now, though, I guess I’ll just have to keep practicing interpreting your needs and emotions the non-empathic way. Let’s see how I fare when I’m the one in charge.”
She giggled prettily as I rose to my feet, my cock still buried deep inside her. Linsea wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom, our tongues mingling…
The following week was an endless series of increasingly more intense training sessions. Most of my time was now spent with Yinric, with the usual quick fifteen-minute medical checkup by either Arafin or Ellen. To my delight, I was now able to use the circlet at less than half its dampeningeffect. In fact, I could function without it at all, but only over short periods of time before the strain wore me out. Still, it wouldn’t be much longer before I stopped needing that crutch at all.
Arafin injected me with a series of nanobots that accelerated the healing process whenever I suffered bruising from overextending myself. They also hastened the formation of new neural pathways, which in turn gave me greater control over my powers.
The fact that they blocked my empathic abilities during the day continued to bother me. Although they claimed it was to limit bruising and reserve my psychic energy for my kinetic training, I strongly suspected that it was more a matter of them keeping me oblivious to whatever they were thinking or feeling in my presence. I didn’t doubt for a minute that I was constantly being observed and evaluated by far more eyes than I could see.
I refused to let it bother me. I’d studied enough politics and how big organizations such as the UPO and the Enforcers operated to understand the need for them to thoroughly investigate what kind of a threat—or asset—I could be. My focus remained on gaining full control over my body and abilities, for which they provided the type of support I never could have dreamt of before. I would handle whatever followed next in due time.
For now, I was having a blast with the new simulation Yinric shifted me to. On the second day with him, I managed to summon my targeted kinetic power, which we labeled a kinetic pulse. Feeling that blast of energy building in my forearm, gathering in my palm, and then shooting out with remarkable strength was beyond exhilarating. It nearly gave me a hard on.
His excitement rivaled mine as he pushed me to use it on the various targets inside the holodeck. While clumsy at first, with a less-than-impressive precision, I quickly improved overthe following couple of days. Besides my aiming accuracy, I also became more proficient at controlling the strength of the shot and projecting it over greater distances. It would take me a while to properly assess the required strength based on the varying proximity of my targets. But the highly competitive side of me reveled in the challenge.
Despite having extensive combat training—which helped me with focus and discipline over the years—I’d never been much into weapon-based sports or activities. But this was something else altogether. My weapon wasn’t a blaster or sword, it was my very own body and the energy contained within.
Over the past three days, Yinric started running simulations where I battled virtual enemies. It was an immersive virtual scenario akin to a shooting gallery where villains of every type would jump at me from behind covers. Initially, only a small number of them would burst into the street to threaten me with a variety of blunt or long-range weapons. Then their numbers increased, the type of weapons they used grew more lethal and with greater range, and then they started coming from different areas. No longer did they come out of building doors or from behind predictable covers along the street. Now, some of them would fly down or emerge from the ground with very little to no warning.
The variety of species—from people to monsters—also increased the difficulty. I couldn’t strike them with the same kinetic intensity as the blast would be lethal for certain species but barely even slow down or stun another. To my dismay, it took me a while to get a better understanding of how to scale it, especially on the fly as the species of my attackers would alternate quickly, giving me little reaction time.
The trail of corpses I left behind would have been staggering—not to say devastating—had they not been virtual. Still, the adrenaline rush I got from it whipped my blood into a frenzy.It was the ultimate video game packed with action which also helped me develop unbelievable skills.
I wasn’t foolish enough not to know why Yinric was gradually adjusting the training so that the simulations shifted more and more towards rescue missions. Even now, as I flew around the holodeck, my eyes flicked this way and that, dodging incoming blaster fire while trying to take down a group of snipers hiding in buildings. On the street below, a getaway car was speeding off with a high-ranking official held hostage.
I soared a few meters vertically, positioning myself at a height that had every sniper located no more than three meters above or below me. I summoned my kinetic blast power—not the targeted pulse, but the area of effect. A powerful tingling at the back of my head indicated the building energy. I let it intensify until it reached the level I deemed appropriate to achieve my goal. I pushed it outward, willing it to spread within a specific radius around me but no more than a certain height above and below me. The vertical constraint was the hardest but necessary part as I didn’t want to hit people on the ground, especially the driver of the getaway car. An accident could kill the kidnapped victim, which would defeat the entire purpose of the operation.
The air around me blurred as the kinetic blast erupted from me. Half a second later, the snipers appeared disabled. As much as I hated not having access to my empathic powers, I loved to see how well I could perform at identifying enemies without that additional tool. Even though the enemies were virtual, holographic simulations could send specific signals to empathic species like mine to fake the emotions of the characters or creatures within the scenario.
I dove towards the car, moving ahead of it before spinning around. Flying backwards, I fired a series of kinetic pulses to slow it down. To my dismay, the driver attempted a sharp turn and lost control. The car flipped to the side and would haverolled over multiple times had I not swiftly stopped it with many pulses.
I flew down to the wreckage and yanked the front door open, only to be met with a blaster aimed at my face. I barely managed to throw myself to the side to avoid a lethal shot—although in this simulator, I would have simply sustained an unpleasant zap. Anger surged within me, and the weirdest sensation went off in the very center of my head. It was different from the tingling I normally experienced when using my kinetic blasts of pulses. But something happened. When I positioned myself back in front of the open door, ready to hit the driver with a kinetic pulse, I found him slumped over, conscious, but twitching as if he’d been brutally tased.
Although confused, I glanced at the backseat where the kidnapped victim was smiling at me gratefully. But before I could help him out of the vehicle, his face took on a horrified expression as he stared at something over my shoulder. I jerked my head around to see a swarm of monsters—both landbound and airborne—making a wall as they raced towards us from the other end of the street.
“I will straighten the car. Keep cover inside,” I ordered before using a kinetic pulse to tip the car back onto its wheels.
Flying towards the throngs, I summoned a powerful wave of kinetic energy before blasting it at them. Many of the smaller creatures immediately collapsed, but the rest single-mindedly continued their advance, trampling over the fallen with complete disregard.
Despite knowing that this was only a simulation, I didn’t feel the normal fear one should experience in a similar situation. The only emotions coursing through me were the thrill of the hunt and an incredible sense of power.
