Looking for another way to charge themselves first
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
an188
"Now Glam. Teach me *now*," Glitz growled, straddling her sister's lap with her thighs squeezing tight enough to crack ribs. Static fizzed between their pressed stomachs, the air humming with pent-up voltage. She dug her talons into Glam's shoulders, her electric-blue eyes flickering dangerously. "I know you're holding out on me—that floating bullshit? That TV trick? You figured it all out while I was busy *experimenting*—"
Glam caught her wrists mid-shake, her grip ironclad despite the smirk. "Oh sweet, stupid Glitz," she purred, rolling her hips up just to feel her sister shudder. "You'd drain yourself dry in ten minutes flat—panting, twitching, begging me to fuck the sparks back into you—and then where would we be?" Her thumbs pressed into Glitz's pulse points, where the erratic current jumped like a caged animal. "No. We find a power source first."
Glitz snarled, bucking against her—not fighting, never fighting, just feeling the way their shared voltage arced between their collarbones. "Bullshit," she hissed, leaning down until their lips brushed with every word. "You're just scared I'll be better at it." The lie tasted like burnt sugar on her tongue.
Glam didn't dignify that with an answer. She simply arched one perfect eyebrow and let go of Glitz's wrists—a dare, a dismissal—before floating back up into the air, legs crossing effortlessly at the ankles like she hadn't just sucked the charge out of the room.
Glitz's whole body *burned* with the injustice of it. Teeth bared, she shoved off the bed hard enough to crack the headboard, stalking across the ruined motel room like a caged storm. "You're such a fucking *hypocrite*!" Her voice cracked on the last syllable, raw with frustration. "You *know* I could—I *can*—" She whirled, silver ponytail lashing like a live wire, hands gesturing wildly. Static popped between her fingers. "You just *hate* that I don't think first like your boring-ass self!"
Glam didn't even look up from examining her own talons—cool, detached, infuriating. "Mm. Fascinating analysis." A tiny blue arc danced between her knuckles. "Do continue."
Glitz's jaw worked silently for three seconds before she exploded. "You think—you *actually* think—I can't handle this?!" She gestured wildly at herself, at the room, at the universe. Her fingers left faint scorch marks in the air. "I was *made* for this shit! Chaos! Power! Fucking—" She kicked a chair leg, sending it skidding across the floor in a shower of sparks. "—*lightning*!"
Glam arched one perfect eyebrow, inspecting her nails like Glitz's tantrum was background noise from a faulty radio.
Glitz's chest heaved, her skin prickling with static fury. She spun toward the wrecked dresser, yanking a drawer so hard it came off its tracks—but her fingers closed around salvation: a corroded D-cell battery rolling loose amidst the debris. "Fine!" she spat, rolling the cylinder between her palms until her fingerprints sizzled into the metal. "If you won't teach me—" Her lips peeled back from clenched teeth. "—maybe *this* will."
Glam's smirk faltered for half a second—just long enough for Glitz to shove the battery between her lips like a cigar. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing around the improvised electrode. The reaction was instantaneous: the battery crumpled like foil under a hydraulic press, its entire charge surging into Glitz's mouth in a blue-white rush. Her spine arched violently, toes curling as the current raced down her throat—not painful, but *possessive*, like molten mercury flooding her veins. The aluminum casing powdered between her teeth, bitter and metallic.
"*Fuck*," Glitz gasped when she could breathe again, wiping battery acid from her chin with the back of her wrist. Her pupils were blown wide, irises now crackling with unstable violet fractals. She flexed her fingers experimentally, and this time the sparks didn't sputter—they *coiled*, precise as whipcracks, carving blackened filigree into the wallpaper. "Tastes like pennies and bad decisions," she crooned, licking her smudged lips. "Gimme another."
Glam's hand shot out faster than thought, snatching the next battery mid-air before Glitz could steal it. Her fingernails bit into the corroded metal casing, thumb stroking the negative terminal with deliberate, mocking slowness. "No," she said simply—then popped the battery between her teeth like a grape. Her throat worked as she swallowed the voltage whole, silver ponytail lifting with the surge. When she exhaled, sparks danced between her molars. "*Now* we have a power source," she purred, stepping into Glitz's space until their breasts brushed, static jumping between their nipples.
Glitz snarled, feral, grabbing Glam's wrist hard enough to leave daphne-blue fingerprints. "Teach me," she demanded, nails drawing twin arcs of electricity down Glam's forearm. "Right fucking now." Her pupils were blown black with hunger, lips still smeared with battery acid and ozone.
Glam exhaled through her nose—slow, theatrical—before licking a stripe up Glitz's throat, savoring the way her pulse jumped under her tongue. "No," she murmured against sweat-slick skin. "First, you burn off the extra voltage." Her free hand slid between Glitz's thighs, fingertips tracing the soaked fabric clinging to her cunt. "Like this." She bit down on Glitz's collarbone at the same moment her fingers plunged inside, electricity arcing between them in jagged blue-white bursts.
Glitz arched off the bed with a choked scream, her back bowing so violently the cheap headboard cracked against the wall. Her thighs clamped around Glam's wrist, muscles quivering as charge after charge ripped through her—each shock timed to the punishing thrust of Glam's fingers curling inside her. "F-fuck—!" she gasped, talons tearing through the sheets, eyes rolling back as another orgasm wrenched itself from her trembling body. Their mingled fluids—thick, electric-blue and crackling with residual current—smeared across her thighs with every jerk of Glam's wrist.
Glam watched through half-lidded eyes, her silver ponytail floating in the charged air as she drank in every twitch, every gasp. She crooked her fingers deliberately, relishing the way Glitz's cunt clenched around them like a live wire. "Still too much voltage," she murmured, withdrawing her glistening fingers only to lick them clean with obscene slowness. The taste—ozone and salt and something distinctly Glitz—made her pupils dilate. "Again."
Glitz groaned, her hips jerking off the ruined mattress. "Fuck you," she panted, but her thighs were already spreading wider, her swollen clit pulsing under the teasing brush of Glam's knuckles. "Just—ah!—just teach me already!" Her demand ended in a yelp as Glam's thumb circled her clit with just enough pressure to send sparks skittering across her skin.
Glam exhaled through her nose—slow, measured—and pressed her palm flat against Glitz's abdomen, right below her navel. "Listen," she murmured, her voice low and deliberate, like she was coaxing a wild animal to heel. "Not with your ears. With this." Her fingers flexed, and a tiny pulse of electricity arced between them, making Glitz gasp. "Feel where the current wants to go. Stop fighting it. Let it move you."
Glitz's eyelids fluttered, her breathing uneven at first, then gradually syncing with the rhythm of Glam's thumb stroking circles against her skin. The erratic sparks dancing beneath her daphne-blue flesh dimmed—not extinguished, but simmering now, contained. Glam's voice coiled through her like a live wire grounding itself: *"Breathe. Not with your lungs. With this."* Another pulse of electricity, gentler this time, mapping the pathways beneath Glitz's ribcage.
The bedsprings groaned as Glitz collapsed backward, limbs splayed like a starfish made of liquid mercury. Her chest rose and fell in slow, deep rhythms—foreign to her usual manic energy. The neon afterglow of orgasms still pulsed beneath her skin, but now the electricity moved with purpose, threading through muscle and bone like disciplined serpents. Glam hovered over her, fingertips tracing invisible circuits along Glitz’s collarbone, her voice a hypnotic murmur: *"There. Do you feel it? Not like a storm. Like a river."*
Glitz’s eyelids fluttered shut. For the first time since the lightning had rewritten her DNA, the buzzing in her skull wasn’t chaos—it was *language*. The current coiled around her spine, pooled in the hollow of her throat, pulsed in time with Glam’s breathing. She exhaled, and the hotel’s flickering lights dimmed respectfully.
Glitz is...
Glam caught her wrists mid-shake, her grip ironclad despite the smirk. "Oh sweet, stupid Glitz," she purred, rolling her hips up just to feel her sister shudder. "You'd drain yourself dry in ten minutes flat—panting, twitching, begging me to fuck the sparks back into you—and then where would we be?" Her thumbs pressed into Glitz's pulse points, where the erratic current jumped like a caged animal. "No. We find a power source first."
Glitz snarled, bucking against her—not fighting, never fighting, just feeling the way their shared voltage arced between their collarbones. "Bullshit," she hissed, leaning down until their lips brushed with every word. "You're just scared I'll be better at it." The lie tasted like burnt sugar on her tongue.
Glam didn't dignify that with an answer. She simply arched one perfect eyebrow and let go of Glitz's wrists—a dare, a dismissal—before floating back up into the air, legs crossing effortlessly at the ankles like she hadn't just sucked the charge out of the room.
Glitz's whole body *burned* with the injustice of it. Teeth bared, she shoved off the bed hard enough to crack the headboard, stalking across the ruined motel room like a caged storm. "You're such a fucking *hypocrite*!" Her voice cracked on the last syllable, raw with frustration. "You *know* I could—I *can*—" She whirled, silver ponytail lashing like a live wire, hands gesturing wildly. Static popped between her fingers. "You just *hate* that I don't think first like your boring-ass self!"
Glam didn't even look up from examining her own talons—cool, detached, infuriating. "Mm. Fascinating analysis." A tiny blue arc danced between her knuckles. "Do continue."
Glitz's jaw worked silently for three seconds before she exploded. "You think—you *actually* think—I can't handle this?!" She gestured wildly at herself, at the room, at the universe. Her fingers left faint scorch marks in the air. "I was *made* for this shit! Chaos! Power! Fucking—" She kicked a chair leg, sending it skidding across the floor in a shower of sparks. "—*lightning*!"
Glam arched one perfect eyebrow, inspecting her nails like Glitz's tantrum was background noise from a faulty radio.
Glitz's chest heaved, her skin prickling with static fury. She spun toward the wrecked dresser, yanking a drawer so hard it came off its tracks—but her fingers closed around salvation: a corroded D-cell battery rolling loose amidst the debris. "Fine!" she spat, rolling the cylinder between her palms until her fingerprints sizzled into the metal. "If you won't teach me—" Her lips peeled back from clenched teeth. "—maybe *this* will."
Glam's smirk faltered for half a second—just long enough for Glitz to shove the battery between her lips like a cigar. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing around the improvised electrode. The reaction was instantaneous: the battery crumpled like foil under a hydraulic press, its entire charge surging into Glitz's mouth in a blue-white rush. Her spine arched violently, toes curling as the current raced down her throat—not painful, but *possessive*, like molten mercury flooding her veins. The aluminum casing powdered between her teeth, bitter and metallic.
"*Fuck*," Glitz gasped when she could breathe again, wiping battery acid from her chin with the back of her wrist. Her pupils were blown wide, irises now crackling with unstable violet fractals. She flexed her fingers experimentally, and this time the sparks didn't sputter—they *coiled*, precise as whipcracks, carving blackened filigree into the wallpaper. "Tastes like pennies and bad decisions," she crooned, licking her smudged lips. "Gimme another."
Glam's hand shot out faster than thought, snatching the next battery mid-air before Glitz could steal it. Her fingernails bit into the corroded metal casing, thumb stroking the negative terminal with deliberate, mocking slowness. "No," she said simply—then popped the battery between her teeth like a grape. Her throat worked as she swallowed the voltage whole, silver ponytail lifting with the surge. When she exhaled, sparks danced between her molars. "*Now* we have a power source," she purred, stepping into Glitz's space until their breasts brushed, static jumping between their nipples.
Glitz snarled, feral, grabbing Glam's wrist hard enough to leave daphne-blue fingerprints. "Teach me," she demanded, nails drawing twin arcs of electricity down Glam's forearm. "Right fucking now." Her pupils were blown black with hunger, lips still smeared with battery acid and ozone.
Glam exhaled through her nose—slow, theatrical—before licking a stripe up Glitz's throat, savoring the way her pulse jumped under her tongue. "No," she murmured against sweat-slick skin. "First, you burn off the extra voltage." Her free hand slid between Glitz's thighs, fingertips tracing the soaked fabric clinging to her cunt. "Like this." She bit down on Glitz's collarbone at the same moment her fingers plunged inside, electricity arcing between them in jagged blue-white bursts.
Glitz arched off the bed with a choked scream, her back bowing so violently the cheap headboard cracked against the wall. Her thighs clamped around Glam's wrist, muscles quivering as charge after charge ripped through her—each shock timed to the punishing thrust of Glam's fingers curling inside her. "F-fuck—!" she gasped, talons tearing through the sheets, eyes rolling back as another orgasm wrenched itself from her trembling body. Their mingled fluids—thick, electric-blue and crackling with residual current—smeared across her thighs with every jerk of Glam's wrist.
Glam watched through half-lidded eyes, her silver ponytail floating in the charged air as she drank in every twitch, every gasp. She crooked her fingers deliberately, relishing the way Glitz's cunt clenched around them like a live wire. "Still too much voltage," she murmured, withdrawing her glistening fingers only to lick them clean with obscene slowness. The taste—ozone and salt and something distinctly Glitz—made her pupils dilate. "Again."
Glitz groaned, her hips jerking off the ruined mattress. "Fuck you," she panted, but her thighs were already spreading wider, her swollen clit pulsing under the teasing brush of Glam's knuckles. "Just—ah!—just teach me already!" Her demand ended in a yelp as Glam's thumb circled her clit with just enough pressure to send sparks skittering across her skin.
Glam exhaled through her nose—slow, measured—and pressed her palm flat against Glitz's abdomen, right below her navel. "Listen," she murmured, her voice low and deliberate, like she was coaxing a wild animal to heel. "Not with your ears. With this." Her fingers flexed, and a tiny pulse of electricity arced between them, making Glitz gasp. "Feel where the current wants to go. Stop fighting it. Let it move you."
Glitz's eyelids fluttered, her breathing uneven at first, then gradually syncing with the rhythm of Glam's thumb stroking circles against her skin. The erratic sparks dancing beneath her daphne-blue flesh dimmed—not extinguished, but simmering now, contained. Glam's voice coiled through her like a live wire grounding itself: *"Breathe. Not with your lungs. With this."* Another pulse of electricity, gentler this time, mapping the pathways beneath Glitz's ribcage.
The bedsprings groaned as Glitz collapsed backward, limbs splayed like a starfish made of liquid mercury. Her chest rose and fell in slow, deep rhythms—foreign to her usual manic energy. The neon afterglow of orgasms still pulsed beneath her skin, but now the electricity moved with purpose, threading through muscle and bone like disciplined serpents. Glam hovered over her, fingertips tracing invisible circuits along Glitz’s collarbone, her voice a hypnotic murmur: *"There. Do you feel it? Not like a storm. Like a river."*
Glitz’s eyelids fluttered shut. For the first time since the lightning had rewritten her DNA, the buzzing in her skull wasn’t chaos—it was *language*. The current coiled around her spine, pooled in the hollow of her throat, pulsed in time with Glam’s breathing. She exhaled, and the hotel’s flickering lights dimmed respectfully.
Glitz is...
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