Omega [REDUX]

Chapter 37

Anna awoke in the darkness.

Well, not exactly. Her vision adjusted seamlessly, switching to night-vision mode the moment her eyelids opened, with separate heat-vision, infrared and magnetic modes initializing on standby. An indicator popped up to her left, noting the amount of light saturation in the room.

She sighed. Anna had spent a lot of her time recently scanning through the datafiles stored within her. She sifted through them slowly, plowing through her augmented brain's databanks systematically, trying to filter out relevant and potentially useful information. It'd been taking quite a while, mainly because there were way too many things for her to look through.

Some were the memories she had accumulated over her 18 years of life, some were the newly recorded data during her time under Empyrean control, and others were… well, that was the problem. She didn't know. There was still a block preventing her from accessing the files. She didn't understand how a block could be hardwired into her, so she'd kept probing, unlocking a few of the files as she went along with it. Thus far, they were mostly Empyrean documents of miscellaneous, unimportant nature.

Still, it was still a lot to take in. And there was bound to be more to go through, once she could figure out how to get past those blocks. Part of her really didn't want to know what else was stored within her. If anything, she could still take comfort in the fact that her memories had remained intact, even if everything else was different.

She felt the familiar weight on her shoulder, and ran a hand through Elsa's blonde hair, kissing her forehead gently. She'd stayed up all night to comfort Anna until they had both fallen asleep from the exhaustion, so she wasn't surprised in the least. What she was surprised by was the torrent of images that emerged in her augmented vision as she turned toward Elsa; a series of her memories that involved Elsa, complete with every meticulous detail.

Thankfully, the majority of them were pleasant. One in particular was decidedly pleasurable.

Anna blushed, giggling softly to herself and forced the memories away. The images disappeared. She was getting the hang of it.

She pushed herself off the bed, the one rare time she felt she had the energy to stand and move. Anna glanced down at her body. Nothing had changed since she'd come around. She was still a mass of shifting metal plates and small lights that looked both foreign and familiar at the same time. It was almost as if she was wearing a warsuit, except that she was the warsuit itself, and a lot, lot more.

She needed to get rid of it.

She'd seen Elsa do it before; when her body was clothed in icy magic Anna had seen her dissolve it away at the flick of her hand. She believed she could do the same. She needed to believe she could do the same.

I can do this.

She ran her metal fingers through her hair. It felt just as it should have, the same as when she combed it every day she woke up in the academy, and when she braided it in the hopes of attracting Elsa's attention. Nothing was different. She took comfort in the fact that at least some part of her was still the same. Then she looked down at her hands, and the rest of her body.

And she willed the machinery to disappear.

Piece by piece, the metal and lights folded and morphed back into her body, revealing the skin she was familiar with. Eventually the metal retracted completely, leaving her standing naked in the room, the cool air biting at her skin. Anna glanced at her shoulders and collarbone, finding the same freckles adorning her skin. Even her augmented vision had faded; she didn't have a heads-up display popping up everywhere she looked. She glanced at the mirror in the room, gazing at her body, no longer an amalgamation of metal and machinery, but completely human.

She wanted to cry out of relief. She was still there, somewhat. Cyborg or otherwise the human part of her was still distinctly recognizable. Now that she knew that for sure it was a huge burden off her chest.

But did she want to figure out what she was truly capable of?

It was a veritable concern that she had pondered over in between her bouts of crying. Embracing who she was had been, up until Elsa's counsel, a terrifying prospect. But gradually she realized that just like Elsa, while it was what she did that defined her, running away from who she was didn't seem to help either.

But those voices will drive me insane.

She'd barely been able to keep that unexpected part of her powers under control, and that had been with Elsa's help. Could she do without?

If I'm going to do this I'm going to need a lifeline. If I get lost in my own panic and thoughts again—

She didn't want to go down that line of thought.

Anna dug up every single memory of Elsa she could find, anything that would allow her to focus on her thoughts solely on her lover. They materialized in square-shaped images in her augmented vision, which had now returned, her HUD flagging each one as they popped up. Images of Elsa smiling at her, holding hands with her, cuddling with her just before they—

She'd opened the floodgates much further than she'd anticipated; more and more memories poured forth, and her body responded. Anna swallowed and tried to push her lewd thoughts, and images, out of her vision and mind. It was no good. Her body was already much more sensitive, and she could feel goosebumps crawling across her skin. Heat blossomed within her, a stark contrast to the cold that bit at her.

The fact that she was naked didn't help, but she was hesitant to dress herself; she wanted to know exactly what she could do. She clenched her teeth as forced out her sensations, and strengthened her resolve by looking straight ahead.

And so with another deep breath she opened her mind.

An unbearable pressure slammed into her like a truck, and it was all she could do not to cry out, defiantly standing her ground and pressing her ears to her head. Wave after wave of information rang in her ears and ran across her vision and clawed at her sanity and threatened to tear her apart at the seams—

Anna's hand lashed out, her hand morphing into its weaponized form, metal plates shifting instantaneously to form a cannon. Her basest instincts screamed at her, demanding that she fire, to blast the wall with plasma if it would just shut out that goddammed sound. But she held firm, resisting the urge to fire, her mind grappling at whatever sanity she had left.

Elsa. Think of Elsa. Think of her smile. Her eyes. Her gorgeous hair. Her tantalizing lips. The way she smiles at me, laughs with me, teases me—

She opened her eyes, having not previously realized that she had closed them, the noise in her head quieting as she reined in her thoughts, snapping out of her overwhelmed mental state, adequately suppressing the torrent of data she was receiving. The room she stood in gradually came back into focus. She tried to laugh with relief, but it came out as a cough; the effort had taken a much greater toll on her than she had anticipated.

She glanced back down. The mechanism that was once her right hand looked monstrous to behold, yet its design held a trace of elegance. At the very least, on some level she could understand what she was seeing. Anna knew how each and every part fit together, how they operated to fire the blaster. At her command, she felt it power up.

She could feel her hand power up.

Anna had expected more. She'd expected pain, or exhaustion, or to be overwhelmed by the effort. What surprised her was the ease in which she did it. Even the noise in the background didn't bother her anymore, now that she had struck a balance between receiving that information and processing her own thoughts. Anna suddenly had full control over herself again.

Myself and some extra bits, she decided, as she let the cannon retract, morphing back into her hand, flexing it to test if anything had changed. Nothing did. She formed and deconstructed the cannon again, each time with similar results.

She wasn't sure if she should be frightened by how easy it was, because she definitely was frightened. It was the same feeling she'd had in the convention center when she'd first held a real gun in her hands; she possessed the power to end another life, in the hopes of saving someone else's. Now, Anna didn't need a gun anymore, because she was the gun.

Is this what Elsa feels every day? Anna let her body weaponise fully, bio-metal replacing skin, her body outfitting itself with its signature exoskeleton. She could feel the material creep up her neck and over her head, enveloping her with a helmet. Stretching out a hand, she willed her palm to form a camera lens, trying to get a look at herself. Eventually the feed materialized in her HUD.

Wow.

She was surprised with how… good she looked. The exoskeleton was sleek, hugging her body curves in elegant armor plating, small LEDs shining here and there. She flexed and clenched her fists, admiring how her new body moved and responded. She had to constantly remind herself that this wasn't a suit; this was her, and just her.

At her will, her exoskeleton morphed into different designs. Anna drew inspiration from the various warsuits she had seen over the years, aiming to replicate their design and their functions. Effortlessly she switched from one design to another, experimenting each and every one of their capabilities, marveling at the ease in which she did so.

She smirked. Empyrean just made their biggest mistake yet.

Satisfied with her capabilities, she 'powered down', letting herself de-weaponise, body returning to normal as she looked for some clothes. It was enough testing for one day. She'd continue to do experiment some other time—

Hands slid around her waist. "Someone looks really good."

Hot lips pressed themselves to her neck as one hand made a detour for her breasts, fingertips tracing lines over her curves as she gasped in surprise. "Sorry," Elsa whispered in her ear before she nipped at it, causing her to moan, "couldn't help myself."

"Don't… apologise…" she managed.

"Well in that case…" Elsa's teasing hand gave her right nipple a deft squeeze as her other hand began to tease her inner thighs, causing Anna to barely stifle her result cry of pleasure. "I shan't." Her grip tightened slightly as she pulled Anna towards the bed, and they both collapsed on it, Anna on top of Elsa.

"Not… fair," Anna panted, trying to turn around. "You're not naked."

The fingertips on her breast became agonizingly pleasurable. "Shhh…" A finger brushed against her clit and she almost cried out loud. "You'll just have to wait. I'll strip down soon enough."

Another brush against her nub. "You're crazy," she said, barely managing to keep her voice under control, "We could get caught if someone walks in—"

Elsa applied pressure to her clit and cut her off, her mouth open in a silent scream as she doubled over in pleasurable surprise. "Don't deny me this," Elsa whispered as Anna pulled herself back up. "Don't deny us this. You know it's been way, way too long.'

She was right, Anna realized. It'd been far too long. And while it had technically been only a few days since she'd been captured, she realized she'd never thought they'd get to do this again. She'd been sure she was dead.

Somehow she mustered the willpower to turn around, to resist the tempting allure of Elsa's fingers on her pussy, so that she could cradle Elsa's face in her hands.

Her lover giggled. "What's wrong, silly?"

She sighed softly and kept looking at her. "God I love you so much." She pecked Elsa on the forehead. "I want every detail about you burned into my memory, in case I never get to see you again."

She watched Elsa's face turn serious, her lover's blue eyes beginning to brim. "Fuck," Anna muttered realizing she'd struck a bad nerve, "I spoiled the mood completely, didn't I?"

Thankfully Elsa didn't cry as she'd been expected; instead she wrapped her arms around Anna's neck, pulling her in and kissing her passionately. Their tongues met in an erotic choreography that neither of them could properly describe. Elsa tasted like cool mint, no doubt a side effect of her powers. The same way she'd tasted on their first night together. Anna loved it so much. Way too much.

"I'd like to remember you too," her lover panted as they finally parted for air, her eyes brimming slightly. "And Heaven forgive me if I ever forget." Elsa's hand ran through her hair and clasped gently, pulling her back down onto the bed, her ice dress dissolving in the same movement.

The way they moved was… different, or so Anna was lead to believe. Their first time had been intense, a general release of the tension, anticipation, and trepidation built up within them. They'd wanted each other so bad, that they had practically exploded when they were set upon each other, like starving animals eager to feast. It wasn't without the accompanying nervousness and awkwardness, but they'd gotten really into it.

This time she felt vulnerable, and from the looks of it, so did Elsa. Her fingers skimmed across Anna's body, leaving imaginary trails that seemed to be set alight as she lay on Elsa's back, gasping in pleasure. It was different, a good different, but it carried the weight of recent events. How easy it was for them to be separated. How fragile their relationship seemed in the grand scale of things. How in an instant, they might not have each other anymore.

She leaned into her lover's embrace, reveling in the sensation of her skin upon Elsa's, shivering a little as she did. Her earlobe was gingerly enveloped with hot lips, and she moaned softly as Elsa's fingers reached her breasts, squeezing and kneading with erotic intent, sending pulse after pulse of pleasure through her. Her head felt lighter than it did a few moments ago, and her arousal coalesced between her legs.

"Feels…" she gasped, "…so good…"

"One of the only perks of heightened senses that you'll find," Elsa replied as she deftly squeezed Anna's left nipple, leaving her weak and turned on at the same time. "Is that everything feels… amazing…"

Anna decided she was right. Vulnerable as she was, tentative as they were behaving, everything was so overwhelmingly—

"I want to make you feel good, my love," her lover's silky voice wafted through her ears, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin on her neck. "Will you let me do that for you?"

"Yes… please…" She tilted her head to meet Elsa's and their lips enveloped each other's. "I… need this… I need to feel you… need you to feel me…"

She surrendered her body to Elsa, who promptly wrapped one leg around right one and pulled her legs apart. The cold air against her pulsating, wet core sent shivers of pleasure through her; she was barely acclimatizing to that new sensation when she felt a single fingertip slide along her belly towards her inner thigh. "Don't… tease me…"

"But I want to remember this," Elsa mock whined, and while she certainly could have formed them right then and there, Anna didn't need camera lenses in the back of her head to know her lover was grinning devilishly. It was only when they made love did Elsa's personality alter. "I want to remember every way you squirm, to hear every way you moan, and to know just how many times you can come—"

"I swear to God," she said breathlessly, "that if you don't get started I'll literally whip a taser out of my ass and stun you right now—"

The only thing she got in response was a giggle, but Anna found herself cut off abruptly because Elsa's finger had run over her clit again, and the rest of her sentence came out as a lout "Ngghhhnnn…."

Elsa's other hand crept up her neck, cupping her chin gently, inclining her head back to lean against the pillow so her ear was right next to Elsa's mouth. "Didn't quite catch that," her voice whispered sexily. "Guess you'll have to try again…"

Anna felt pressure against her clit, the friction generated as Elsa began to stroke with her single finger so pleasurable it became agonizing. She needed more, and she needed it now, and she didn't care how needy she sounded. "Please…"

"You like this, don't you?" Elsa kissed her cheek and increased her speed by just a fraction, but that was more than enough sent Anna into another bout of moaning. "My naughty little girl."

"Oh my—"

"I'm going to make you really remember this." A finger dipped into her. "How vulnerable you feel, how good you feel, how absolutely desperate you feel—" Elsa nipped at her neck sharply and Anna cried out, instinctively clamping her hand over her mouth as she felt teeth press into her skin. That was definitely going to leave a mark. "How downright naughty you feel right now."

She swore could almost hear the swishing as Elsa's finger slid in and out of her entrance, but she was too overwhelmed by how good it actually felt to care. Elsa kissed her neck and cheek repeatedly as she did so, and it took every semblance of her self-control to keep herself from cumming right there and then. It felt so good, in fact, that she almost didn't notice that Elsa had added a second finger, until her thumb brushed roughly over her clit.

That did it; she clamped a hand over mouth again to prevent herself from screaming out her pleasure. Her pent up tension exploded into a burst of pleasure, blossoming from her pelvic area and flaring across her body as her inner walls contracted in waves around Elsa's digits, her lover's tongue attacking her exposed neck the whole time, her thumb pressed into her sensitive nub. It'd been so intense, so much more intense than their first time, in spite of all they had been through the past few days. It felt like forever before she felt her toes unclench and the main spout of ecstasy drain from her cheeks, her jaws sore from smiling the whole way through her orgasm.

She loved it. Every second of it.

The world, having seemingly faded away in the heat of their activities, dragged her back to reality. Still breathing heavily, she flipped over, lying flat on Elsa's body, pulling herself up to her lover to kiss her. She didn't get there. Two fingers found their way into her mouth.

The tangy taste registered a split second before she head Elsa say "Taste yourself." She grabbed Elsa's hand, dragging her tongue all over her lover's fingers and sucking on them simultaneously, driven dizzy by the taste of her own juices, taking delight in the look of bliss upon Elsa's face.

"I've never been so jealous of my fingers before," she managed.

Anna pulled away, smirking. "You mean your pussy has never been so jealous of your fingers before."

"You might be right about that." They giggled, the sound sending a shiver of pleasure through Anna. Who knew that hearing Elsa laugh naughtily could turn her on so much?

"I'm not done with you, you know," her lover stated. "Not by a long shot."

She swore she was blushing in a rare display of embarrassment and boldness mixed into one. "Why," she asked in a mock-innocent tone, "what could you possibly mean by that?"

They laughed again, Elsa pulling Anna in for a kiss, her lover's hands roaming her own. A familiar sensation began to emerge at her core again. When they came up for air Elsa quickly nipped at Anna's ear and whispered, "I'm going to lick your pussy, and I'm not going to stop until you cum all over my face."

Oh fuck. The mere thought of Elsa's hot, wet tongue attacking her pussy lips and her clips was enough to cover her core with a new sheen of wetness, anticipation tingling across her body. She must have been trying not to gawk at how naughty it sounded, because Elsa was giggling at her, a hand draped across her mouth but failing to hide her smile, her eyes narrowed in good humor. "Someone here is really, really turned on."

"Can you blame me?"

"Not really."

Elsa tried to slide down the bed so Anna could straddle her face, but Anna caught her before she did so. "Clothes," she ordered breathlessly. "Off."

Her lover smirked. "I thought you'd never ask." With a flourish of her hand the icy dress dissipated, revealing the full extent of her pristine skin underneath. The sight of Elsa's full breasts and her exposed pussy, lips glistening with wetness seemed to dislodge a part of her rational thinking; for just a short moment all she could do was stare.

Elsa finally slid down the bed. "Come here, my naughty little princess. My face is your throne."

"Do you have to make it sound so corny?" Anna could barely suppress her resulting laughter. "I have no idea where you get these ideas from."

"I read a lot," she responded simply, tapping her chin. "Now come here."

Almost hesitantly, Anna moved one leg over Elsa, giggling as she did. But as she lowered herself pangs of fear attacked her. What if she crushed Elsa's head by accident, or suffocated her between her thighs? She didn't know how strong she was now that she was augmented, and she afraid, so terribly afraid—

"What's wrong?"

She looked down at Elsa's smiling face. "I might hurt you."

"What, by sitting on my face and letting me lick you until you cum?" Elsa's grin widened mischievously. "If anything you have a greater risk of hurting yourself, given how much you thrash when you do cum."

"What if you can't breathe?"

"I don't think this sex position works that way—"

"And what if I crush your head between my thighs—"

Elsa broke out into a fit of laughter. "Stop it…" Anna whined as she pouted, feeling a little hurt inside but failing to suppress a small smile. "I'm trying to be serious here."

"Even when you're nervous you're so adorable," Elsa managed, after her laughter died down. "None of that works that way."

"But—"

"Anna, our augmentations strengthen our physiology. You might crush some other person's head between your thighs, but you'll have a much harder time doing that to me, unintentional or not." Elsa smiled up at her, and she felt a hand reach behind and squeeze her ass, much to her surprise and delight. "Now stop wasting time and get down here."

Another squeeze seemed to turn her legs to jelly and her will to shreds; Anna let herself descend, her pussy lips making contact with Elsa's mouth. She couldn't control the moan that she emitted. The sensation was… incredible. She found herself bracing against the wall as Elsa drew long, slow patterns upon her pussy with her tongue, leaving a trail of heat wherever she went.

"FUCK," she cried as Elsa tongue make contact with her clit. Her sensitive nub must have been so hard right now, and she could almost feel herself getting wetter as Elsa's tongue ran around her clit in small circles. She genuinely believed she'd come right then and there—

Elsa slurped at her outer lips, and she felt a tremor resound through her body. Augmented or not she couldn't deny how good this felt; she looked down at her quaking legs and then back at Elsa's face, eyes sparkling as she lapped at Anna's pussy, her eyes closing in bliss as moans escaped her mouth. One of her hands clutched at the bed rest, while her other reached down to cradle Elsa's head, but ended up grasping desperately at her lover's blonde haAir, pulling her into the warm embrace of her own folds. She heard, and felt, Elsa giggle into her pussy she did, but she was too far gone to care.

"So… good…," she moaned, "please don't stop—!" Her heart hammered in her chest as pleasure rushed through her body. "Oh my god I love you Elsa—"

Her sentence cut into a loud squeal as she felt Elsa shift her lips to her clit, only to allow two fingers to slip into her. "God I love watching you," Elsa murmured between licks, "I love making you use me for your pleasure."

Her lover's words sent her mind spiraling out of control, her pleasure ridden brain only becoming dizzier with every lick along her ridges, every kiss upon her core, every shift of Elsa's fingers within her pulsating walls. Through the haze of her pleasure she barely managed to hold on to her sanity; everything was so pronounced and pleasurable, even the insane pounding inside her head—

Elsa's fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot inside her, prompting her to scream. Out loud. It was a full second before she remembered that they were having sex in her observation ward, and there was probably a routine skeleton crew on standby, and she scrambled to muffle her scream with her mouth. She heard Elsa giggle underneath her; she would have scolded the shit out of her, if not for the fact that her lover's fingers and lips were driving her insane right there and then.

"What a naughty little girl," Elsa murmured into her clit, pressing her fingers against a g-spot, and Anna's own fingers tightened around her own mouth and Elsa's blonde hair beneath her, her own chest heaving with every ragged breath, which only served to brush her clit against Elsa's tongue even more. "You're losing control of your desires while under observation," her lover continued, caressing and squeezing her asscheeks with a free hand. "How do you think those scientists would react if they turned on the cameras in here right now? How do you think they'd react if they walked down the corridor to investigate?"

"Ahhh—" Anna squealed as Elsa nipped at her flesh, driving her fingers even deeper. "Oh my goodness—"

"That excites you, doesn't it?" Teeth crazed her sensitive nub, sending shocks through her, her nipples hardening at the touch. "You'd like people to walk in on us, to find out how naughty you are."

Anna was having so much trouble articulating herself it was all she could do to simply nod at the statement, and pull Elsa's face back between her legs. Her lover's fingers inside her were good, and so was Elsa's tongue, but with both of them together—

She moaned. She couldn't keep it in. It was building up inside her, a wave of warmth that pooled from her stomach and threatened to keep expanding until it reached critical mass. "God, Elsa, I think I'm gonna—"

"Mmmmmhh," came the response as a flurry of licks of kisses was applied to her clit in quick succession, Elsa's fingers becoming a blur beneath her, the glorious friction within her walls almost too much to bear. "Let it go, baby. Let it go, all over my face. Let it go for me, baby."

Anna clenched her teeth and gripped the bedrest, but it didn't stop the high-pitched whine emanating from her throat. Her orgasm slammed into her full force, her augmented senses drinking every sensation in, pleasure racking her body from head to toe. Her head felt light, and as her eyes widened just before she closed them she swore she saw static tinge the edge of her vision. Then they slammed shut, as wave after wave of indescribable ecstasy seized her nerve endings and refused to let go.

She could pinpoint the exact moment she came down from her high; Elsa's hands snaking up her torso towards her breasts, skirting them and drawing lines along her collarbone and shoulder blades. Her eyes opened again, her exhausted body barely aware of the kisses Elsa was planting along the inside of her thighs. With a small thump she rested her head against the wall.

"Feel better?" Elsa asked, grinning.

Her response came first as a small smile and a sigh at the same time. "How'd you know I was troubled?"

"Because I was, when I came out."

"How'd you survive facing the real world?"

Elsa gaze trailed away momentarily. "To be honest, I wasn't sure I was surviving. The world always seemed to hate me, and I always hated myself."

"What changed?"

"I met you."

Anna pushed herself away from the bed rest, lying back down upon Elsa, wrapping her legs around hers and pulling Elsa into a kiss. It tasted of her, at it sent shockwaves of excitement knowing she was kissing the same mouth that had made her come, but mostly she felt passion and comfort and love. Everything she wanted. Everything she needed.

"Your turn now?" she said as they broke away.

"You're too tired," came Elsa's response.

"I—"

"And you need to sleep on this. Trust me, it helps when you wake up the next morning knowing that in spite of what you are, someone's going to be here for you."

She smiled, nuzzling her head in the crook of Elsa's neck, feeling her lover plant a kiss upon her forehead. "Aren't you horny though?" she asked again. "You're bound to be aroused after all that."

"You can make it up to me when we start our operations," Elsa giggled. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together."

And as Anna drifted to sleep, it was comforting to know that she actually believed in that.

life sucks, especially since it just got a lot more hectic; this is my latest chapter to date, and unfortunately my updating goal of 2 weeks per chapter is looking increasingly unattainable :P but if you're sticking around for this, know that I appreciate everything you guys have done for both this story and myself :)