With a wicked smile, she has learned to control...
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Suddenly Glam opens her eyes—and Glitz’s fingers freeze mid-stroke inside herself. That wasn’t just awareness glittering in Glam’s electric-blue gaze. That was calculation. That was hunger. That was the smug, terrifying look of a predator who’d just solved the universe.
"Uh-oh," Glitz muttered, withdrawing her glistening fingers with a wet pop. "I don’t like that smile. That’s your ‘I have a super smart idea."
Glam’s lips curled wider, her silver ponytail lifting as if gravity had given up on her entirely. Still cross-legged, she drifted upward like a blasphemous prayer answered, the ratty carpet fibers crackling beneath her hovering thighs.
"Fuck your enlightenment," Glitz muttered, wiping her wet fingers on the scorched armrest. "You look like a floating teal nightmare."
Glam's smile didn't waver. Still hovering, she unfolded her long legs with excruciating slowness—first the right, then the left—until she stood mid-air, her stiletto heels dangling several inches above a particularly dubious carpet stain shaped like Florida. She wiggled her toes. The air crackled.
"Oh please," Glitz groaned, rolling her eyes so hard static popped in her retinas. "Inner peace my ass. You just want to show off your new party trick." She flexed her own legs experimentally, but only succeeded in vaporizing another patch of the armchair's upholstery.
Glam exhaled through her nose—a slow, theatrical breath—and extended one glowing talon toward the shattered bedside lamp. The broken filament trembled, then reignited with a sizzle, casting jagged shadows across her smirk. "Precision," she murmured, rotating her wrist like a conductor. The bulb's glow pulsed in time with her heartbeat before flaring bright enough to bleach the wallpaper.
Glitz squinted against the sudden light, thighs still glistening. "Show-off," she muttered, but her breath hitched when Glam's other hand twitched—and the busted air conditioner sputtered to life with a death rattle, exhaling arctic air that raised goosebumps on their daphne-blue skin.
Glam's smirk deepened. "Precision," she repeated, rolling the word like hard candy on her tongue. Her toes uncurled from the lotus position one by one—each digit crackling with restrained voltage—until she floated upright, six inches above the stained carpet. The dust motes circling her bare ankles looked suddenly reverent.
"You're missing the point, Glitz," she purred, rotating mid-air with the languid grace of a shark circling prey. A lazy flick of her wrist sent tendrils of electricity spiraling toward the ancient television in the corner. The screen blinked awake, static resolving into a perfect broadcast of Glam's own smirking reflection—no cable, no signal, just raw power bending electromagnetic waves to her whim.
Glitz watched, transfixed, as Glam's fingers trailed down her own throat—an invitation, a taunt—leaving crackling blue trails in their wake. "We're not just strong," Glam continued, voice dripping with condescension. "We're inevitable. The human body runs on bioelectricity—tiny, pathetic sparks firing synapses like fireflies in a jar." She floated closer, her breath ghosting over Glitz's parted lips. "Imagine rewriting someone's nervous system with a thought. Making them kneel—or convulse—or come—" Her knee pressed between Glitz's thighs, drawing a sharp gasp as voltage arced through sodden fabric. "—without lifting a finger."
Glam landed softly, toes curling into scorched carpet. "And you?" She hooked a talon under Glitz's chin, forcing her to meet those storm-lit eyes. "You're still trying to fuck the atmosphere into submission." The insult hung between them, charged—then Glam surged forward, sealing their mouths in a kiss that sent blue-white tendrils snapping across the ceiling. Glitz moaned into it, fingers clawing at Glam's ribs as their tongues tangled, electric-saliva sizzling where it dripped onto collarbones.
Glam broke away with a wet pop, grinning at the faint burn-mark her teeth left on Glitz's lower lip. "We're gods now, idiot. Not just strong—" She flexed, and the television exploded in a shower of sparks that rearranged midair into a shimmering replica of her smirking face. "—but smart." The neon sign outside their window flickered violently before spelling out GLAM WAS HERE in sputtering pink.
Glitz groaned, thighs squeezing around nothing as another surge of electricity crackled down her spine. "Fucking *teach me* already," she whined, arching off the ruined armchair. Her fingers dug into the scorched upholstery, talons slicing through foam like butter. "I can feel it—all this fucking lightning under my skin—but every time I try to *use* it—" The lamp burst into flames again.
Glam's smirk widened. She hovered effortlessly above the carpet, upside-down, her silver ponytail dangling like a live wire. "Patience, sparkplug." She drifted closer, catching Glitz's chin between electrified fingers. Their lips crashed together in a wet, buzzing kiss that tasted like copper and burnt sugar. When she pulled back, Glitz's lips smoked faintly.
"Problem," Glam murmured, dragging her tongue up Glitz's throat just to feel the way her sister's pulse jumped beneath her skin. "We're not infinite." She flexed her hand, and a thin web of blue current danced between her fingers—then flickered, faded. "Every time we spark, every flex, every time we fry some dumbass's brain cells—" She flicked Glitz's nose, sending a tiny shock that made her yelp. "—we drain ourselves. Like batteries."
Glitz stared at her own hands—charred fingertips still smoking from the latest outburst—and frowned. "So what, we just... plug ourselves into a fucking wall socket?" She snorted, but there was an edge to it, a twitch in her jaw.
Glam exhaled through her nose, her silver ponytail floating slightly as she crossed the room. "We *conduct* electricity, idiot. Doesn't mean we're immune to—"
Glitz was already halfway across the room, snatching a screwdriver from the busted nightstand drawer. "Then let's *find out*," she grinned, wild-eyed, her daphne-blue skin crackling with restless energy. Before Glam could lunge, Glitz jammed the screwdriver straight into the wall socket with a triumphant yell.
The explosion of light wasn't metaphorical—it was blinding. Glitz's entire body convulsed violently, her spine arching like a drawn bowstring as raw voltage flooded her system. Her silver ponytail stood on end, every strand alive with dancing current, while her electric-blue eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. A choked moan tore from her throat, her swollen breasts bouncing with each seizure-like jerk as blue-tinged drool splattered from her lolling tongue onto her heaving chest.
Glam moved in slow motion—or maybe the world had simply stopped spinning fast enough for her fury. Her talons closed around Glitz's waist just as the hotel's emergency lights flickered to life, revealing the aftermath: scorch marks radiating outward from the obliterated socket, the screwdriver welded into molten metal, and Glitz's daphne-blue skin now pulsing with unstable violet energy like a dying neon sign.
"You absolute fucking idiot," Glam hissed, hauling her sister backward onto the ruined bed. The springs screamed under their combined weight. "Are you intact? Functional? Or did you fry whatever pathetic brain cells you had left?" Her fingers—usually so precise—fumbled over Glitz's collarbone, checking for burns that weren't there.
Glitz blinked up at her, pupils still blown wide with residual voltage, her tongue flicking out to catch a stray spark at the corner of her lips. "Mmm. Almost came," she slurred, grinning like she'd won something. Her thighs squeezed around nothing, still twitching from the current. "Five stars. Would plug myself into the grid again."
Glam's jaw tightened—her fingers dug into Glitz's hips hard enough to leave indents in that shimmering daphne-blue skin—before she crushed their mouths together in a kiss that tasted like burnt copper and ozone. She bit Glitz's lower lip on purpose, sharp enough to draw a yelp, then soothed it with her tongue. "You're a walking fucking fire hazard," she muttered against her sister's mouth, but her hands were already roaming, mapping every twitch and pulse of electricity beneath Glitz's flesh. The voltage danced against her palms like a living thing, hungry and erratic.
Glitz laughed, breathless, arching into the touch. Her fingers tangled in Glam's silver ponytail, yanking just to feel the answering spark that jumped between them. "C'mon, admit it—you love how reckless I am." She nipped at Glam's jawline, teeth leaving tiny blue-white arcs of static where they grazed skin. "Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it?" She smiled, "And now maybe you can teach me how to control my electric powers..."
Glam...
"Uh-oh," Glitz muttered, withdrawing her glistening fingers with a wet pop. "I don’t like that smile. That’s your ‘I have a super smart idea."
Glam’s lips curled wider, her silver ponytail lifting as if gravity had given up on her entirely. Still cross-legged, she drifted upward like a blasphemous prayer answered, the ratty carpet fibers crackling beneath her hovering thighs.
"Fuck your enlightenment," Glitz muttered, wiping her wet fingers on the scorched armrest. "You look like a floating teal nightmare."
Glam's smile didn't waver. Still hovering, she unfolded her long legs with excruciating slowness—first the right, then the left—until she stood mid-air, her stiletto heels dangling several inches above a particularly dubious carpet stain shaped like Florida. She wiggled her toes. The air crackled.
"Oh please," Glitz groaned, rolling her eyes so hard static popped in her retinas. "Inner peace my ass. You just want to show off your new party trick." She flexed her own legs experimentally, but only succeeded in vaporizing another patch of the armchair's upholstery.
Glam exhaled through her nose—a slow, theatrical breath—and extended one glowing talon toward the shattered bedside lamp. The broken filament trembled, then reignited with a sizzle, casting jagged shadows across her smirk. "Precision," she murmured, rotating her wrist like a conductor. The bulb's glow pulsed in time with her heartbeat before flaring bright enough to bleach the wallpaper.
Glitz squinted against the sudden light, thighs still glistening. "Show-off," she muttered, but her breath hitched when Glam's other hand twitched—and the busted air conditioner sputtered to life with a death rattle, exhaling arctic air that raised goosebumps on their daphne-blue skin.
Glam's smirk deepened. "Precision," she repeated, rolling the word like hard candy on her tongue. Her toes uncurled from the lotus position one by one—each digit crackling with restrained voltage—until she floated upright, six inches above the stained carpet. The dust motes circling her bare ankles looked suddenly reverent.
"You're missing the point, Glitz," she purred, rotating mid-air with the languid grace of a shark circling prey. A lazy flick of her wrist sent tendrils of electricity spiraling toward the ancient television in the corner. The screen blinked awake, static resolving into a perfect broadcast of Glam's own smirking reflection—no cable, no signal, just raw power bending electromagnetic waves to her whim.
Glitz watched, transfixed, as Glam's fingers trailed down her own throat—an invitation, a taunt—leaving crackling blue trails in their wake. "We're not just strong," Glam continued, voice dripping with condescension. "We're inevitable. The human body runs on bioelectricity—tiny, pathetic sparks firing synapses like fireflies in a jar." She floated closer, her breath ghosting over Glitz's parted lips. "Imagine rewriting someone's nervous system with a thought. Making them kneel—or convulse—or come—" Her knee pressed between Glitz's thighs, drawing a sharp gasp as voltage arced through sodden fabric. "—without lifting a finger."
Glam landed softly, toes curling into scorched carpet. "And you?" She hooked a talon under Glitz's chin, forcing her to meet those storm-lit eyes. "You're still trying to fuck the atmosphere into submission." The insult hung between them, charged—then Glam surged forward, sealing their mouths in a kiss that sent blue-white tendrils snapping across the ceiling. Glitz moaned into it, fingers clawing at Glam's ribs as their tongues tangled, electric-saliva sizzling where it dripped onto collarbones.
Glam broke away with a wet pop, grinning at the faint burn-mark her teeth left on Glitz's lower lip. "We're gods now, idiot. Not just strong—" She flexed, and the television exploded in a shower of sparks that rearranged midair into a shimmering replica of her smirking face. "—but smart." The neon sign outside their window flickered violently before spelling out GLAM WAS HERE in sputtering pink.
Glitz groaned, thighs squeezing around nothing as another surge of electricity crackled down her spine. "Fucking *teach me* already," she whined, arching off the ruined armchair. Her fingers dug into the scorched upholstery, talons slicing through foam like butter. "I can feel it—all this fucking lightning under my skin—but every time I try to *use* it—" The lamp burst into flames again.
Glam's smirk widened. She hovered effortlessly above the carpet, upside-down, her silver ponytail dangling like a live wire. "Patience, sparkplug." She drifted closer, catching Glitz's chin between electrified fingers. Their lips crashed together in a wet, buzzing kiss that tasted like copper and burnt sugar. When she pulled back, Glitz's lips smoked faintly.
"Problem," Glam murmured, dragging her tongue up Glitz's throat just to feel the way her sister's pulse jumped beneath her skin. "We're not infinite." She flexed her hand, and a thin web of blue current danced between her fingers—then flickered, faded. "Every time we spark, every flex, every time we fry some dumbass's brain cells—" She flicked Glitz's nose, sending a tiny shock that made her yelp. "—we drain ourselves. Like batteries."
Glitz stared at her own hands—charred fingertips still smoking from the latest outburst—and frowned. "So what, we just... plug ourselves into a fucking wall socket?" She snorted, but there was an edge to it, a twitch in her jaw.
Glam exhaled through her nose, her silver ponytail floating slightly as she crossed the room. "We *conduct* electricity, idiot. Doesn't mean we're immune to—"
Glitz was already halfway across the room, snatching a screwdriver from the busted nightstand drawer. "Then let's *find out*," she grinned, wild-eyed, her daphne-blue skin crackling with restless energy. Before Glam could lunge, Glitz jammed the screwdriver straight into the wall socket with a triumphant yell.
The explosion of light wasn't metaphorical—it was blinding. Glitz's entire body convulsed violently, her spine arching like a drawn bowstring as raw voltage flooded her system. Her silver ponytail stood on end, every strand alive with dancing current, while her electric-blue eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. A choked moan tore from her throat, her swollen breasts bouncing with each seizure-like jerk as blue-tinged drool splattered from her lolling tongue onto her heaving chest.
Glam moved in slow motion—or maybe the world had simply stopped spinning fast enough for her fury. Her talons closed around Glitz's waist just as the hotel's emergency lights flickered to life, revealing the aftermath: scorch marks radiating outward from the obliterated socket, the screwdriver welded into molten metal, and Glitz's daphne-blue skin now pulsing with unstable violet energy like a dying neon sign.
"You absolute fucking idiot," Glam hissed, hauling her sister backward onto the ruined bed. The springs screamed under their combined weight. "Are you intact? Functional? Or did you fry whatever pathetic brain cells you had left?" Her fingers—usually so precise—fumbled over Glitz's collarbone, checking for burns that weren't there.
Glitz blinked up at her, pupils still blown wide with residual voltage, her tongue flicking out to catch a stray spark at the corner of her lips. "Mmm. Almost came," she slurred, grinning like she'd won something. Her thighs squeezed around nothing, still twitching from the current. "Five stars. Would plug myself into the grid again."
Glam's jaw tightened—her fingers dug into Glitz's hips hard enough to leave indents in that shimmering daphne-blue skin—before she crushed their mouths together in a kiss that tasted like burnt copper and ozone. She bit Glitz's lower lip on purpose, sharp enough to draw a yelp, then soothed it with her tongue. "You're a walking fucking fire hazard," she muttered against her sister's mouth, but her hands were already roaming, mapping every twitch and pulse of electricity beneath Glitz's flesh. The voltage danced against her palms like a living thing, hungry and erratic.
Glitz laughed, breathless, arching into the touch. Her fingers tangled in Glam's silver ponytail, yanking just to feel the answering spark that jumped between them. "C'mon, admit it—you love how reckless I am." She nipped at Glam's jawline, teeth leaving tiny blue-white arcs of static where they grazed skin. "Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it?" She smiled, "And now maybe you can teach me how to control my electric powers..."
Glam...
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