The accelerated training began at dawn.
"This is going to hurt," I warned everyone as we gathered in the training room. "Rapid skill transfers without proper integration time means your brains will be working overtime to process and adapt. Headaches, nosebleeds, possible temporary disorientation."
"We've all been hurt before," Elektra said. "Get on with it."
I started with combat skills—the most immediately necessary. I touched Elektra's temple, opening a deep connection, and began downloading everything she'd taught me plus the original source material from her decades of experience.
The transfer was intense. Information flooded through our connection—thousands of techniques, strategies, muscle memory patterns. I gasped as it hit, my nose immediately bleeding from the strain.
But I held on, pulling in everything I could. When I finally released her, I staggered.
"Fuck," I muttered, wiping blood from my face. "That was… intense."
"You get used to it," Elektra said, though she looked pale herself. "Who's next?"
Over the next three hours, I systematically absorbed skills from each team member:
**From Maya:** Her photographic reflexes (though mine remained weaker), her complete martial arts knowledge, her tactical awareness.
**From Jessica:** SHIELD combat protocols, investigative techniques, enhanced strength application (learning how to fight alongside someone with super-strength even though I lacked it myself).
**From Felicia:** Acrobatics, stealth techniques, infiltration skills, and her uncanny ability to read security systems.
**From Rogue:** The absorbed memories from various X-Men she'd accidentally touched over the years—fragments of Wolverine's berserker instincts, Storm's tactical thinking, Colossus's defensive positioning.
Each transfer left me bleeding, shaking, barely able to stand. By the time we finished, I'd collapsed on the training mat, my brain feeling like it was on fire.
"Marcus!" Felicia was at my side immediately. "Are you—"
"I'm fine," I gasped. "Just… need a minute."
"You need more than a minute," Jessica said firmly. "You need rest. Your body has to process all this."
"We don't have time for rest. Rogue, your turn. Start transferring these skills to the others while I recover."
While I rested, Rogue became our skill distribution hub.
She touched each team member in turn, absorbing the skills I'd just gathered, then transferring them to the others. It was exhausting for her—each transfer drained her energy—but it worked.
Within six hours, all six of us had significantly enhanced skill sets. We weren't masters yet—the skills were raw, requiring practice to integrate properly—but we were exponentially more capable than we'd been that morning.
"How are you feeling?" Felicia asked, sitting beside me as I recovered.
"Like my brain is trying to crawl out of my skull. But it's working. I can feel the knowledge settling in, connecting to existing skills." I flexed my hands. "Give me three days of practice and I'll be as good as Elektra in hand-to-hand."
"Humble much?"
"Being realistic. The knowledge is there—now my body just needs to catch up." I pulled her close despite the headache. "Thank you for being patient with me."
"Always." She kissed me softly. "Though you're going to owe me a very thorough thank you once you're recovered."
"Is that so?"
"Absolutely. Multiple orgasms level of thorough."
I laughed despite the pain. "Deal."
True to Felicia's demand, once my headache subsided to manageable levels, we retreated to our bedroom.
All six of us, because apparently everyone felt I needed proper "recovery care."
"You pushed yourself hard today," Rogue said, her hands already working on my shoulders. "Let us take care of you."
I was on the bed, surrounded by five beautiful, deadly women who were looking at me with identical expressions of desire and affection.
"I'm not going to argue," I admitted.
"Good," Elektra said, straddling my hips. "Because we weren't asking."
She leaned down and kissed me, deep and demanding. I responded eagerly, my hands finding her hips. Through our mental connection, I felt her arousal, her need.
Jessica joined us, her mouth on my neck, biting and sucking. Maya's hands explored my chest, tracing muscles. Felicia and Rogue worked on removing my clothes, their fingers trailing fire across my skin.
Within minutes, I was naked and completely at their mercy.
"We're going to make you forget all about that headache," Felicia promised, her hand wrapping around my cock.
She stroked me slowly while the others continued their assault on my senses. Elektra kissed me breathless. Jessica's mouth found my nipples. Maya's hands explored lower. Rogue watched with dark eyes, clearly enjoying the show.
"Ah want to try something," Rogue said. "With your permission."
"What?" I managed, barely coherent from the attention.
"Ah want to absorb your pleasure. Feel what you're feeling while they touch you."
The idea sent a spike of arousal through me. "Yes. God, yes."
Rogue touched my arm, and I felt her consciousness merge with mine through her absorption. Suddenly she was experiencing everything I felt—Felicia's hand on my cock, Elektra's weight on my hips, Jessica's mouth on my chest, Maya's exploring fingers.
"Oh fuck," Rogue gasped. "That's… oh my God…"
"Good?" I asked.
"Incredible. Ah can feel everything."
I opened our mental connection wider, bringing all of them into the shared sensation. Now everyone could feel what everyone else felt—a feedback loop of pleasure that made every touch exponentially more intense.
Felicia's mouth replaced her hand on my cock, taking me deep. Through the link, all of us felt the wet heat, the pressure, the pleasure. Someone moaned—I wasn't sure who.
"We need to take this further," Elektra said, her voice rough with desire. "Now."
She positioned herself above me, sinking down onto my cock in one smooth motion. The sensation, amplified through six minds, was overwhelming.
Everyone gasped in unison.
"Holy shit," Jessica breathed. "Is this what it's always like for you two?"
"Usually just the person I'm with," I managed. "This is… new."
Elektra began to move, riding me with practiced skill. But through the connection, Felicia, Maya, Jessica, and Rogue all felt it too—felt the fullness, the friction, the building pleasure from both my perspective and Elektra's.
"Ah need…" Rogue started, but couldn't finish. Her hand slipped between her own legs, touching herself while experiencing Elektra's pleasure through the link.
The others followed suit—Jessica, Maya, and Felicia all touching themselves, all connected through the mental web, all sharing sensation.
It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced. Six minds, six bodies, all connected in a feedback loop of pleasure. Every touch any of them gave themselves, we all felt. Every wave of arousal, every gasp of pleasure, amplified through our connection.
"I'm close," Elektra warned, her movements becoming more urgent. "So fucking close."
"Come for us," I commanded, reaching up to play with her nipples. "Let us all feel it."
She did, crying out as orgasm crashed through her—and through all of us. The sensation of her pussy clenching around my cock, combined with the echo of her pleasure through five other minds, was too much.
I came hard, spilling inside her while everyone else shared the intensity of both our orgasms simultaneously.
It set off a chain reaction. Rogue came next, her absorbed sensations pushing her over the edge. Then Jessica, then Maya, then Felicia. All of us climaxing within seconds of each other, the pleasure feeding back and amplifying until we were all shaking and gasping.
When it finally subsided, we collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and satisfied.
"That was…" Felicia tried to find words. "I don't even know what that was."
"That was us," I said, pulling them all closer. "Connected completely. No barriers, no secrets, just us."
"We should do that more often," Rogue said dreamily. "Like, all the time."
"Agreed," everyone chorused.
We lay together for a while, recovering and basking in the afterglow. But the shared mental connection remained active, and with it, arousal began building again.
"Someone's ready for round two," Jessica observed, her hand finding my hardening cock.
"Can you blame me? I've got five gorgeous women in my bed and mental access to all your desires."
"Fair point." She straddled me, positioning herself. "Then let's see how many times we can make each other come before we pass out."
What followed was hours of exploration and pleasure. We cycled through different combinations—sometimes one person riding me while the others watched and touched themselves, sometimes multiple people focusing on one person until they were begging for mercy.
Through it all, the mental connection remained, letting us share every sensation, every orgasm, every moment of pleasure.
I made love to each of them individually while the others participated through the link:
**Jessica:** Hard and fast, the way she liked it, her strong legs wrapped around me as I pounded into her. Through the connection, everyone felt her building orgasm, the way her pussy clenched when she came screaming my name.
**Maya:** Slow and intimate, taking time to worship every inch of her body. She couldn't vocalize her pleasure, but through the link, we all heard her mental screams of ecstasy.
**Felicia:** Rough and demanding, with her ass in the air while I fucked her from behind. She came three times before I finally spilled inside her, each orgasm shared among all of us.
**Rogue:** Tender and grateful, both of us aware of how new this still was for her. When she came, crying happy tears while telling me she loved me, everyone felt her overwhelming emotion.
By the time we finally collapsed in exhausted satisfaction, dawn was breaking. We'd been at it for over six hours, and every single one of us was thoroughly spent.
"That," Elektra said, barely able to move, "was the best training recovery session ever."
"Agreed," I managed, pulling them all close. "We should train hard more often."
"You just want an excuse for marathon sex," Felicia accused playfully.
"Can you blame me?"
"Not even a little bit."
We dozed for a few hours, tangled together, minds still loosely connected. It was peaceful, intimate, perfect.
But when we woke, reality returned. We had less than two weeks until the invasion. Time to get back to work.
The next day, we visited Tony Stark's workshop as arranged.
"So you're the mysterious team that's been operating in my city," Tony said, looking us over. "Telepath, thief, warrior, spy, assassin, and power absorber. Interesting lineup."
"We try to be well-rounded," I replied.
"I can see that." He pulled up holographic displays. "SHIELD briefed me on what you need—equipment that can help level the playing field against Dominator technology. I've been working on some prototypes."
What he showed us was impressive. Armor incorporating Chitauri metal for protection against energy weapons. Weapons designed to disrupt alien shields. Communication systems that couldn't be jammed. Emergency medical supplies tailored for enhanced individuals.
"This is incredible," Felicia said, examining a grappling system. "How long to manufacture?"
"Already done. I had them fabricated overnight. Perks of having an AI assistant and unlimited resources." Tony's expression turned serious. "But I need to know—are you ready for this? Really ready? Because SHIELD is putting a lot of faith in your ability to operate behind enemy lines. If you screw up, a lot of people die."
"We won't screw up," I said firmly.
"Confident. I like that. But confidence and competence aren't the same thing." He pulled up combat footage—presumably from SHIELD surveillance of our operations. "You're good. Better than good, actually. But the Dominators aren't street-level threats. They're a spacefaring civilization with thousands of years of military experience."
"Which is why we're not fighting them head-on," I countered. "We're going to hit them where they're vulnerable. Command structures, supply lines, communication hubs. Make them paranoid, disorganized, easier for the main forces to handle."
"Asymmetric warfare," Tony nodded approvingly. "Smart. You might actually survive this."
"High praise from Iron Man."
"Don't let it go to your head." He gestured to the equipment. "This is yours. Train with it, get comfortable. You've got thirteen days until the Dominators arrive. Make them count."
As we loaded the equipment into Felicia's van, Tony called out one more thing.
"Cole? One more thing."
I turned back.
"Keep them safe," he said, gesturing to my team. "All of them. I've lost too many good people to alien invasions. Don't add to that list."
"I won't," I promised. "We're in this together. All of us come home, or none of us do."
"Good answer."