The month after the Apocalypse incident was hell.
I'd pushed my telepathy too far, burned too bright for too long. The psychic backlash left me bedridden for three days with migraines so intense I couldn't even think without pain. Blood vessels had burst in my eyes, leaving them bloodshot for weeks. My hands trembled constantly, and random nosebleeds would hit me without warning.
Xavier had warned me this would happen. "The mind is like any other muscle," he'd said. "Push it too hard and it tears. Rest, Marcus. Let yourself heal."
But healing was boring. And frustrating. Especially when my women were there, wanting to help but not knowing how.
Felicia handled it by mothering me—bringing meals, changing bloodstained pillowcases, forcing me to take the medications SHIELD's doctors had prescribed. Maya sat with me in silence, her presence calm and grounding when the migraines made me want to claw my own skull open. Jessica coordinated everything, making sure I had what I needed while handling the outside world.
But it was the quiet moments that mattered most.
Three weeks into recovery, when the worst had passed but I was still weak, Felicia crawled into bed beside me. It was late afternoon, the room dim with curtains drawn against the light that still hurt my eyes.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, her fingers gently running through my hair.
"Better. Tired, but better."
"Good. Because we need to talk about something."
I turned to face her, concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. It's just..." she hesitated, which was unlike her. Felicia was always direct. "The past month, watching you nearly destroy yourself saving those telepaths, it made me realize something. We almost lost you. And I don't know if I've told you often enough how much you mean to me."
"Felicia—"
"Let me finish." She cupped my face, her green eyes intense. "I love you, Marcus. Not because of what you can do or the power you have. I love you because you're a good man trying to do the right thing in a world that makes that incredibly hard. And I need you to know that."
My throat tightened. "I love you too. You know that."
"I do. But I also know you've been holding back with us. Physically, I mean. You're always so controlled, so careful not to use your powers during... intimate moments. Like you're afraid of what might happen if you let go."
She wasn't wrong. Ever since I'd nearly broken Elektra's mind, I'd been paranoid about accidentally influencing my women during sex. The thought of them not being fully in control of their own desires terrified me.
"I don't want to manipulate you," I said quietly.
"You won't. Because I'm giving you permission. Right now, I want you to let go. Use your powers, don't hold back, show me what it's really like when you stop being careful." She leaned in, her lips brushing mine. "I trust you, Marcus. Completely."
"Are you sure?"
"Completely sure." Her hand slid down my chest, lower. "Now stop overthinking and fuck me properly."
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I kissed her hard, months of pent-up desire and fear and love pouring into it. Her mouth opened against mine, tongues meeting, tasting. My hands found her body, mapping curves I'd explored dozens of times but never quite like this.
As we kissed, I carefully—so carefully—reached out with my telepathy. Not to control, but to share. I let her feel what I was feeling: the love, the desire, the desperate need to be close to her. And I felt what she felt in return: her own desire, her affection, the way she'd been wanting this for months.
"Oh fuck," she gasped as our emotions intertwined. "That's... God, Marcus, that's incredible."
I pulled her shirt off, then her bra, revealing breasts I'd touched countless times but now saw with enhanced awareness. I could feel her anticipation as my hands cupped them, her sharp intake of breath as my thumbs brushed her nipples.
"I can feel what you're feeling," she breathed. "Your desire, your love, everything. It's like we're connected."
"We are." I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, taking one nipple into my mouth. Through our connection, I felt her pleasure spike, which fed back into my own arousal in a feedback loop that left us both gasping.
"Fuck, this is better than I imagined." Her hands were working on my pants, freeing my cock. When she wrapped her hand around it, I felt both her satisfaction and my own pleasure doubled through our link.
I stripped off the rest of her clothes, revealing her completely. Then I spread her legs and settled between them, my tongue finding her clit.
"Oh God, oh fuck!" She grabbed my hair, hips bucking. Through the link, I knew exactly what she liked, exactly how to move my tongue to drive her wild. I could feel her building toward orgasm, could sense the moment she was about to tip over—
And I pushed her over the edge with both my tongue and a gentle telepathic nudge to her pleasure centers.
Felicia screamed, her orgasm crashing through both of us. I felt it as she did—the waves of pleasure, the total loss of control, the blissful release. It was intoxicating.
"Holy shit," she panted when she could speak again. "That was... fuck, Marcus, if that's what it's like when you use your powers..."
"That was nothing. Want to feel what it's really like?"
"Yes. God yes."
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock pressing against her entrance. Then, slowly, I pushed inside while simultaneously opening our mental connection completely.
The sensation was overwhelming. I felt her pussy clenching around my cock from both perspectives—the physical pleasure of being inside her and her feeling of being filled. Every thrust was doubled, tripled by the feedback through our link.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard, I want to feel everything."
I did, driving into her with deep, powerful thrusts. With each movement, I could feel her pleasure building, could sense what she wanted without her having to say it. When she wanted it harder, I gave it to her harder. When she wanted me deeper, I adjusted my angle.
"Touch yourself," I commanded, and she obeyed immediately, her fingers finding her clit. Through the link, I felt her own touch as if it were mine, felt the dual stimulation of my cock and her fingers pushing her toward another orgasm.
"I'm close," she warned. "So fucking close."
"Come for me," I said, and pushed gently with my telepathy—not forcing, just encouraging her body to release.
She came hard, screaming my name, her pussy clenching around my cock in rhythmic pulses. The sensation, doubled through our link, pushed me over the edge too. I came deep inside her, both of us sharing the intensity of both orgasms simultaneously.
When we finally came down, we were both shaking, covered in sweat.
"That was..." Felicia couldn't finish the sentence.
"Yeah."
"We're doing that again. Like, all the time."
I laughed, pulling her close. "Agreed."
She snuggled against me, content. "The others are going to be jealous when they find out."
"Find out what?" Maya signed from the doorway, Jessica beside her.
"That Marcus finally stopped holding back," Felicia said with a satisfied grin. "And it's fucking incredible."
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That night, all four of us ended up in the master bedroom.
"So you're saying you can share sensations telepathically?" Jessica asked, her scientific curiosity clearly piqued. "Like, I could feel what you're feeling?"
"And what I'm feeling," Felicia added. "And what Maya's feeling. All at once."
"That sounds..." Jessica trailed off, clearly intrigued.
"Overwhelming," I warned. "It takes some getting used to. But if you're willing to try..."
"I'm in," Jessica said immediately. Maya signed her agreement.
What followed was several hours of experimentation and pleasure. I linked all four of our minds together, carefully maintaining the connections while we explored what it meant to share sensation completely.
When I kissed Jessica, all of us felt it. When Maya's hands roamed over my body, we all experienced her touch. When Felicia took my cock in her mouth, the pleasure was shared among everyone.
It was chaotic at first, overwhelming. But as we grew accustomed to the shared sensations, it became something transcendent. We moved together instinctively, each person knowing exactly what the others wanted, what would bring them pleasure.
I made love to each of them in turn while the others watched and felt everything through the link. Jessica first, her strong legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her with deep, measured thrusts. Through the connection, Felicia and Maya experienced every sensation—the feeling of being filled, the building pleasure, the ultimate release when Jessica came.
Then Maya, her body moving beneath mine with athletic grace. She couldn't vocalize her pleasure, but through the link, we all heard her mental screams of ecstasy.
Finally Felicia again, riding me while Jessica and Maya touched themselves, all of us connected in a web of shared pleasure. When she came, we all came together—four orgasms experienced simultaneously, the feedback loop of pleasure so intense that I nearly lost consciousness.
Afterward, we lay in a tangle of limbs, exhausted and satisfied.
"That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced," Jessica breathed.
"Agreed," Felicia said. "We're definitely doing this regularly."
Maya signed: "Best idea you've ever had."
I pulled them all close, basking in the afterglow and the continued warmth of our mental connection. "I love you all. You know that, right?"
"We know," they chorused.