It was a cold dark night... Sorry. I have always wanted to say that in a story... Anyways, it was night. And there was a definite chill in the air. But that was mainly due to the fact that I was naked and Candy had apparently formed a cocoon around herself out of all the blankets on the bed after we had passed out. So, given the fact that I had woken up to take a leak, I slowly sat up in the bed and began to make my way over to the en-suite bathroom.
I should point out here that I was absolutely stunned by my luck up to this point. I had successfully seduced and bedded the most amazing and beautiful woman I had met in my professional life. Granted, my powers had helped immensely in that success. And she had also apparently had at least some mutual attraction towards me to start with. But, still. There she was laying unconscious in a post-orgasmic sleep, burrowing like a chinchilla into my bedding. And totally hogging all the blankets...
Maybe not so surreal then... Ah, who am I kidding? I had gotten amazingly lucky in not only being able to utilize my powers intentionally, but also being able to do so in a positive way. I was over the moon about this win!
And, to top everything else, Candy was totally into the idea of joining the existing loving relationship that I shared with my aunt and cousin back home. Back home... That made me think about my cousin and what she would think about the state of disarray my rental house was currently in. Maggie, while a truly brilliant woman, was very much an adherent to the concept of 'Mies en Plas!' or 'Everything in its place!'. So I could only imagine how her eyebrow would arch in disdain over the mess made by the small piles of clothes everywhere.
So, after emptying my bladder, I started to gather up the discarded clothing and made my way to the washing machine downstairs. The town house that I was renting was rather spartan in terms of furniture or decorations. Most of the places that I had stayed at on the few occasions that I had needed to travel for work were about the same in terms of 'luxury'. Maggie had a knack for finding cheap, out of the way, accommodations for me to rent for these jobs. Life as a Union Ironworker could be hard on families. The hall that I worked out of had only a few companies that could sustain year round work. Most of the time, you needed to be working from their offices to be able to stay local full time.
I never liked to travel, and I absolutely hated being away from my family... At the time I didn't really think about how that word "family" had changed meanings for me. Obviously, I had dealt with major changes in the structure of my life, including the people that I now thought of as my family. That one word had become just about all I ever thought about anymore. Especially about how precious each member of my true family (obviously not including those pieces of trash that beat me as a kid) is to me. But I am getting off on a tangent here.
I had just finished separating the loads for washing and was loading the first load into the machine, when I heard the top step to the basement creak. I looked up to see a vision as the light from the kitchen door perfectly silhouetted Candy's nude body. She had paused at the top of the stairs to see what I was doing. And what I was doing was staring at her in wonder. She seemed to sense this and majestically sashayed her way down the stairs.
I finally managed to collect myself enough to greet her and had fully intended to start some small talk, but she had reached the bottom of the stairs at that moment and reached out, putting a finger on my lips to shut me up. I instantly shut up as not only did her finger impede speech, but the sudden 'spark' between us drove me to silence due to the weight of importance she was projecting about what she wanted to tell me.
"Papi, I think that I felt what you were talking about with your 'feedbacking' thing. When I came that last time, I felt like my back didn't hurt anymore. I know that may not sound important, but with tits like mine, my back is always hurting. It was amazing. What did you feel?" She hefted her incredible mammaries as she said this. Naturally, my eyes gravitated to her abundant bosom.
To break my staring contest with her chest, I described the imagery that I had been visualizing when we had both cum together that last time. I could only assume that it had worked because she had obviously felt better afterwards and so did I. But it seemed that it was a small scale thing for both of us. It seemed like her rejuvenation had been on par with my previous levels of rejuvenation during her 'minor' orgasms.
When I had focused on the 'feedbacking' (don't worry, we eventually came up with better names for these events... sort of...), it had accordingly intensified everything for both of us. The first time, I had accidentally stolen some of her 'life essence'. Which had resulted in her new streak of hair color. The second time, we seemed to have shared a mutual rejuvenation.
She seemed to realize something else that I had forgotten about at that point as well, "Papi, did you speak to me in Spanish last night? I thought that you said you didn't know much Spanish?" That was when I remembered hearing her speak in her native tongue and understanding it as though I had been just as fluent as she was. She arched her eyebrow in suspicion, waiting for me to respond.
"I think that it may have been my powers as well. I studied a little Spanish in high school, but I have never been anywhere near fluent. I remember understanding you perfectly last night when you were speaking it. I don't know how I was able to understand it, so maybe I was also speaking it unconsciously?"
"Que tal ahora? Tienes alguna idea de lo que estoy diciendo ahora mismo?" After trying in vain to recreate the feeling of understanding I had had from the 'feedbacking' the previous night, I just stared at her blankly. I tried to use my residual high school Spanish to interpret the two or so words I recognized.
"Something about 'now' and maybe 'wanting' something now? I recognize the word 'ahora' means now. And I think I heard 'tienes' which means 'you want' right?" I was totally lost. How had I understood her last night? I knew that she had been speaking Spanish at the time. And I had known what she was saying. Not just, guessing. I had understood every word! "Maybe it only works when I am connected with you? I don't know why I can't understand it now."
She seemed to accept that for the time being. I resumed working on the laundry but, after a few minutes of watching me silently putting the laundry into the washer, she brought up another issue that seemed to be bugging her. "Ronin, what happened with Bruce? I saw you stop him and I thought it was strange at the time that you could choke out a guy that big with just one hand. But, you used your powers on him didn't you?" She seemed concerned over the subject. It was hard to tell whether or not she was concerned about me having used my powers offensively or if she was concerned about what may have happened to Bruce as a result.
I admitted truthfully, "Yeah, I did use my powers on him. I was so caught up in what I was learning and experiencing from touching your skin during our date that I just kind of reacted on instinct. I pushed my anger at us being interrupted back at him and it kind of heaped on top of his own anger at being told we didn't want him to join us. I think that because he was so drunk, that intense amount of anger compounding in on top of itself just kind of overloaded his mind and he sort of blacked out." She looked at me worriedly.
"I know that he was still breathing when I set him down on the ground to sleep off the effects. I am pretty sure that he had just passed out from the pain of having all of that anger and rage pent up inside of him. The only real 'damage' I might have caused was making him so mad that a blood vessel popped in his eye." I admitted this with some chagrin. I was not overly proud of having used my powers offensively again. True, I had exerted some restraint this time. But it still left a sour taste in my mouth.
Candy looked deep in thought as she considered this. And then, having apparently come to a decision, she hopped her naked butt up onto the washing machine just as I had started it and pulled me in for a smoking hot kiss. The 'spark' was instantly re-established between us. "Papi, seeing you stand up to a man that big really got my juices flowing! And it is not just that you were willing to stand up to a bully. Any man can stand up to a bully that is insulting him. But I noticed that it was only when Bruce began to insult me that you got aggressive."
She purred seductively into my neck as she nuzzled her head into my right shoulder. "I like the idea of my Master being a gentleman that wants to protect me. Not that I am some damsel in distress! But, I can't begin to tell you how many times I have been dating a guy that seemed to be a good guy, only to find out that he was just putting on a show to get into my pants." I could feel her arousal and no small amount of genuine happiness behind her words. "It is nice to finally be with a real man for a change."
I didn't know what to say to that. How does one accept a compliment about something that shouldn't need complimenting? I have always believed that a real man is defined by his conduct. I had had plenty of evidence that my 'father' was definitely not a real man. I had precious few examples of how a real man was supposed to conduct himself. That all changed when, as a kid, I began to stay out late after school, usually to avoid having to go home to the next beating. Often, I would loiter around a local dojo that taught several different disciplines of bushido. They called it a budokhan. And the Sensei was an amiable older gentleman.
