Bonds of Power
Copyright© 2025 by SomethingLewd
Chapter 30: Cleared for Duty
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 30: Cleared for Duty - Dungeon incursions threaten humanity. Ethan’s rare S-rank Essence Bonder Class grants permanent growth and demands multi-partner bonds, powering his abilities with essence created by intimacy, pushing his team into a harem dynamic none expected. As they navigate stigma and personal boundaries, political pressure mounts: many claim Ethan owes society his power, not loyalty to his D-ranked sister and girlfriend. Torn between duty and choice, he must justify the team he refuses to abandon.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit High Fantasy School Science Fiction Magic Sharing Incest Brother Sister Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
The cafe door chimed as Grace burst in, her eyes scanning the room before she found the team. Alice was on her feet instantly, arms wrapping around Grace before she could say a word. Mei and Penny crowded close, their faces full of concern that melted into relief.
“Is it done?” Mei asked, her voice tight.
Grace nodded, still reaching out to the others as she spoke. “They got him.”
Ethan exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. His phone buzzed again—a message from Guildmaster Thompson confirming Marcus had been detained and was being transported for processing. The weight of the last few days seemed to lift, if only a little.
“He saw me when they were coming from him,” Grace spoke, a chill running through her as she recounted Marcus’s words. “Even as they were taking him, he was yelling about helping me get home.”
“He’s not going to be able to help anyone, let alone himself. Let’s get out of here,” Ethan said, ushering them toward the door. “We need to debrief with the Guildmaster.”
The Minnesota Guild headquarters towered ahead, its design radiating strength. Inside, they reached Director Wray’s office—a spacious room with high ceilings, intricate moldings, and guild insignias. Wray sat behind a polished desk flanked by two leather chairs holding Guildmasters Thompson and Warren.
“Welcome, please, take a seat,” Director Wray stood as the team entered the room, gesturing to a seating area with several couches and chairs. “Grace,” he began, his voice steady and calm. “I want you to know that the Guild has opened a full formal investigation into Marcus Hale’s actions. We’ve petitioned and been granted a temporary restraining order that requires him to avoid you and your team.”
Grace sat up straighter, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “What does that mean for us?”
Wray leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the desk. “It means he’s not getting anywhere near you. The administrative meddling has been resolved—all shifts, arena slots, and resources have been cleared and secured. You’ve been fully cleared for D-ranked response missions.”
Alice let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “So we’re back on track?”
Wray nodded. “Yes. But I want you all to be aware that this isn’t over. Marcus’s father still holds significant influence, and there may be fallout. We’ll do everything in our power to isolate you from him, but nothing is foolproof. Men like Tony Hale can be creative when they become vindictive.”
Ethan clenched his jaw. “What about Marcus? What happens to him now?”
“He’ll face disciplinary action,” Warren said, joining the conversation. “Given the evidence we’ve gathered—stalking, administrative interference, and attempted intimidation—the Guild has no choice but to act. He’s being held pending further investigation, and if the findings support our case, he’ll be expelled from the guild.”
Grace swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around each other. “And his father?”
Warren’s expression darkened slightly. “His father is another matter. He’s been put on administrative leave while an internal audit is conducted. If we find evidence of his involvement, he’ll face consequences as well.”
Mei crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “What kind of consequences?”
“Disciplinary action up to and including expulsion,” Wray said firmly. “The Guild doesn’t tolerate this kind of behavior. We’re here to protect our members, not enable abuse of power.”
Penny let out a slow breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “So what do we do now?”
Thompson leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the team. “You get back to work. You’ve been through a lot, but you’re ready for D-ranked missions. We need you out there, doing what you do best.”
Ethan nodded, determination hardening his features. “We won’t let you down.”
Thompson smiled slightly. “I know you won’t. Dismissed.”
As they left the office, the weight of the last few days seemed to lift even more. The team walked in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.
Grace stopped, causing the others to pause and look towards her. She finally spoke up, breaking the quiet with a gentle but firm tone. “Thank you. All of you. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Alice slipped an arm around Grace’s shoulders, pulling her close. “You never have to find out. We’re a team. We stick together.”
Ethan nodded in agreement, his hand finding Penny’s as they walked. Mei fell into step beside them, her usual calm demeanor returning.
“Let’s eat out, somewhere fancy,” Penny said with a broad smile. “We deserve it after all this, and we’ve got our first full shift on deck tomorrow.”
The team stepped through the heavy doors of the Response Station, greeted by the hum of activity and the scent of burnt coffee. They had their gear stowed and readied in record time, happy to be back on duty. The station commander, a woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense demeanor, looked up from her position at the podium and nodded as they filed into the briefing room.
“Good morning,” she acknowledged, her voice firm yet carrying an undercurrent of warmth. “Glad to have you back.”
Ethan returned her nod, his expression serious. “Thanks for having us, Commander.”
The commander leaned forward, hands braced on either side of the podium. “Before we begin, I want to address the elephant in the room.” She glanced at Grace, then back at Ethan. “I won’t pretend I don’t know what you’ve been through. The double booking was a mistake—one that shouldn’t have happened. For my part in it, I apologize.”
Grace offered a smile, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thank you, Commander. We’re just here and happy to be able to do our jobs.”
The commander nodded appreciatively, eyes flicking to the doorway as other teams began to filter into the room. “Good. Now, let’s get down to business.”
“Alright, listen up,” the commander began, her voice cutting through the chatter. “We’ve had a quiet few days, but that’s going to change.” She tapped a button on the table, highlighting a specific area on the map. “We’ve had remarkably low activity in sector 7, and the numbers indicate we’ll see an incursion there today.”
As the commander finished speaking the alarm blared through the station, its shrill tone cutting through the hum of activity. The team snapped into action, their training kicking in as they moved with practiced efficiency.
“D-ranked dungeon confirmed in Sector Seven,” a voice echoed over the intercom.
The commander looked at the team, giving them a sharp nod. “Get to it.”
Ethan led the way to the armory, where they geared up quickly. Grace strapped on her heavy armor, her expression focused. Alice checked her blade in its sheath, ensuring it was free. Penny summoned her shadow minion, its form solidifying beside her. Mei ignited a small flame in her palm, testing her firebolts.
“Let’s move,” Ethan commanded, his voice steady and sure.
They boarded the transport vehicle, its engine roaring to life as it sped toward Sector Seven. The city blurred past them, the skyline giving way to the industrial district where the dungeon had formed.
As they approached the site, the air grew heavy with an unsettling energy. The transport came to a halt, and the team disembarked, heading for the command vehicle. The incursion site commander, a burly man with a no-nonsense attitude, greeted them.
“Confirm raider team arrival,” he acknowledged to this staff, his gaze sweeping over them. “You’re just in time. Techs are confirming the rating now, should be finished any moment.”
Ethan nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “We’re ready.”
The team followed the incursion site commander to the breach, stepping over sprawling cables that stretched from vehicles to sensor equipment surrounding the portal. As they approached, the glow of the portal to the dungeon lit their faces blue in the dark morning.
“D-ranked rating confirmed, sir,” One of the techs called out from behind a portable scanner.
“D-ranked rating confirmed,” the site commander verified for the record. He turned to the team next. “You’re clear for entry, god speed.”
Ethan gave a decisive nod. “Understood. Raider team entry clearance confirmed. D-ranked dungeon.”
Here we go,” Ethan muttered, unlimbering his mace and shield. He turned and saw each of his team doing last moment checks of their gear. He locked eyes with them, confirming they were ready.
The dungeon yawned before them, its dark maw pulsating with an eerie light. The team exchanged determined glances, their resolve unwavering.
“Stay sharp,” Ethan ordered. “We take this one step at a time.”
Together, they stepped into the darkness.
The dungeon portal spat them out into an abandoned industrial park that looked like it had been frozen in time decades ago and left to decay. The grey, washed out sky cast a gloom over the buildings surrounding them. Metal frameworks and catwalks crisscrossed open areas between dilapidated buildings, connecting nothing to anything. Sheet metal siding peeled back like rotting bark on a tree. Large metal tanks stood still, their surfaces pockmarked with age and neglect.
The area was clean of anything that wasn’t bolted down. No vehicles, pallets of materials, trash. It made the area feel wrong. Not hazardous, but eerily disconcerting, as if the location had been crafted by someone who only knew factories through secondhand accounts.
Ethan’s eyes scanned the area as he took in the scene. “This place ... it’s not right,” he muttered, his grip tightening on his mace.
Alice stepped forward, her rapier gleaming in contrast with the run down environment. “Stay alert,” she warned, her voice steady despite the unsettling atmosphere. “Urban dungeons are some of the most dangerous, too many places to hide. We don’t know what we’re dealing with here.”
The team moved cautiously through the industrial park, their steps echoing in the silence. The air was thick with an unsettling energy, and every shadow seemed to hide a potential threat.
Ethan kept his eyes peeled, his senses on high alert. This place was unlike anything he had ever seen, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.
As they ventured deeper into the industrial park, the sense of unease grew stronger. The buildings loomed overhead, their broken windows like empty eye sockets staring down at them. The metal frameworks creaked and groaned in the wind, adding to the overall sense of dread.
“This place is massive,” Grace commented, her eyes scanning her assigned quadrant as they moved. “I can’t see any end to it.”
“Rank doesn’t correspond to distance, D-ranked dungeons start behaving differently than E-ranked,” Mei reminded them, glancing through a rusted out opening in a wall. “As long as we keep moving, the dungeon will place monsters ahead of us.
The first monster appeared without fanfare. The sound of heavy metal on concrete drew their attention forward as a metal construct stepped out from behind a building. It moved like a puppet made of scaffolding: a tall matrix of rusted metal housing rods, pistons, and a glowing red core where its throat should have been.
Another emerged from a shattered window overhead, leaving down to the ground. It was squat and plated, like a metal bulldog bolted together from scrap metal and conveyer parts, screws welded in like teeth.
“Two targets,” Ethan said calmly. “Standard opening—”
The tall one launched itself at them, crossing the distance in a heartbeat.
“Whoa—” Alice darted sideways, Surging to avoid the jagged metal arm that gouged the concrete.
Mei’s hand snapped up, a concussive blast of air going off behind the construct, sending it stumbling forward off balance.
Grace arrived to finish the job, the hammer end of her halberd swinging downwards in a large overhand strike that sent the construct crashing to the ground.
The squat construct lunged at Ethan and he caught it with his shield. The jaws of the metal beast bit down on the upper edge of his shield, using its weight to drag him down to the ground.
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