AN: Bit of a shorter one. Just 17k, but I needed to get something out - I have a few different chapters on the grill, but I haven't actually posted any in a hot minute. This was the first to get to a sensible stopping point, although of course - there's a check-in to come in a future chapter.
"-in and debrief whenever I feel like it. Maybe if you actually did your jobs, I wouldn't have to put my identity at risk doing it for you - and now you want me to risk it even more by coming in to get moaned at when I've already committed to my own plans? Fuck. Off. You can wait. Swap out my console duty for someone else and I'll sit and do your interview then, and if you can't do that - then you know where you can shove it." Sophia snarls into her phone.
I wait until she hangs up, glancing over across the street to verify that Emma and Madison were both still peering at the timetable trying to work out how best to get back to Emma's house. "Anyone would think you don't actually like your employer, talking like that." I state drily.
"Useless. All of them." Sophia gripes. "No interest in calling me when they're completely failing to stop the Empire and Lung tearing shreds out of each other, but the moment I dare to do something when it happens right next to me? Oh, Sophia! You should really come in and explain your actions. Please make a report-" She pulls a face. "There's no getting out of it, but the least I can do is tell them to stuff it for a day or two. I'm not a pet that they can order inside whenever it is convenient for them, unlike them, I've got stuff to do that I actually care about."
I wave. "Hi. I'm stuff."
She stares at me. "What?" The joke sails over her head.
"Nothing." I cough as she gives me a deeply suspicious look. "Well. Don't let the PRT keep you down. We might know each other's identities now, but that's no reason to break up a partnership that was going so well. I don't know exactly what Team Void Cowboy is going to do next, but our insect-loving friend would definitely appreciate you showing up to kick her ass again-" She snorts. "-and personally, I was kind of hoping to achieve something a bit more tangible soon. Less focus on the small fry on patrol, more on taking a swing at the smaller gangs or taking a chunk out of the Empire. I've got a lead on the Merchants that I need to chase up. Just two Capes and a bunch of drugged-up gangbangers, wouldn't be hard for you to discretely get some work done in the chaos if you were interested - even if you didn't want to show your face." I pause. "Unless you aren't interested? We can-"
"Of course I'm interested." She snaps. "This- That-" She waves a hand behind us expressively. "That was just- that wasn't anything. Nothing has changed. Everything will be normal tomorrow. Don't go thinking that just because we had a- a moment where things got a bit heated-" She checks in Emma's direction again before lowering her voice. "-that anything is different now. I'm still looking to actually make a difference in this shithole, and if the best way to do that involves putting up with you - then that's just the way it has to be."
"I'm happy to hear that." I give her a genuine smile.
"Didn't ask for your opinion." She grumbles.
"Tough. You're going to get it anyway." I cheer, arm wrapping around her waist. "Now that we've established that you've just been a total tsundere the entire time-"
"I don't care what that means, but keep your delusions to yourself." A momentary pause. "And move that hand before I break it."
I let a slightly rabid smile eke onto my expression as I squeeze deliberately. "You think you can?"
"I know that I can." Her self-confidence sure is something. "Did you already forget how things went before this weekend? You got lucky once or twice, and then I kicked your ass. This is no different."
"I guess we'll see next time." I shrug lazily. "But if you're really that shy about all of this, I suppose I'll just have to respect that-"
"Why would I be shy about anything?" Sophia hisses. "Where did you even pull that from?"
"Is there another reason to act so scared of a bit of a casual affection?" I blink, a look of faux-innocence on my face. "I get it, don't worry. You've got this tough-girl persona going, you don't know how to react to something like this so you just threaten to punch the problem in the face like you do for everything else-"
"Complete drivel from an armchair psychologist." Sophia dismisses.
"Trained and qualified via a career of commenting on PHO." I confirm merrily. "But come on. It's not like street cred is an answer. Nobody around here aside from us is going to know you. We look like a typical couple to these strangers, so a bit of physicality looks normal. Madison and Emma are the only ones who know you personally - and they don't exactly have any room to criticise or judge. And on top of that, it's a bit late to try and be discrete or keep things from them, given that they got front row seats to me pumping you full of cum just a while ago."
Sophia looks pained. "Do you have to say that out loud?"
"Absolutely." I confirm. "Why? Don't tell me you're embarrassed about doing it with me? You'll hurt my ego. I might cry."
"Maybe your ego needs to be hurt." She replies sourly. "But that's beside the point. You're acting too familiar. We're not together, we just-" The pained expression on her face intensifies. "-happened to fuck one time. That's all. A bit of experimentation. I'm not eye-candy for you to parade around in public like those two. Whatever bullshit Emma convinced you into with Madison, the two of us are not going to be anything like that. I'll admit it was better than I expected, but I've got other priorities. I'm not like them."
"Of course you're not like them." I agree. "You're Shadow Stalker. Professional heroine. Track star. The only person in the entire world aside from me who knows that Greg is secretly Void Cowboy. One of the best non-Brute hand-to-hand fighters in the Bay. Part-time member of Void Cowboy's dream team. You're not-" I wave a hand in the air expressively. "-purely defined by your relationship to me. It's not like all of that other stuff gets washed away because you got laid and liked it." I cross my arms. "Is that what you're worried about? You think I'll treat you like a joke now that we both know I'm stronger in a fair fight?"
"Stop taking that last part for granted." Sophia snips. "Or, actually, keep taking it for granted. It will make it funnier when you crash and burn later."
"Dodging the question." I accuse, waving her off. "But it was rhetorical anyway. It's impressive really, you're saying all the right words about how little it changes, but you're getting overly confrontational because you don't really believe it. You're thinking about sex like a power dynamic thing. That if you give up a bit of ground and admit that you enjoyed it, you've lost somehow. It doesn't need to be that deep." I lock eyes with her. "When Void Cowboy rolls up with Shadow Stalker to crack some heads together, what does it really matter if they've fucked each other before or not? When Sophia and Greg are chilling at the cafeteria, how does anything change after today? It's not like we're going to start fucking on the tables in front of everyone. It isn't really any different to putting the mask on to do Cape shit, except - you know, we're doing private stuff instead of public."
She crosses her arms. "Is there a point to all of this yapping?"
"Just trying to make my position clear. You seem pretty defensive about the whole thing, and I'd hate to think that someone would actually regret having sex with me. Devastating for the ego, you see." I shake my head. "And I wouldn't want you to feel like you shouldn't join in on the fun tonight just because you feel like you need an excuse to justify it."
She scowls. "You've overthinking it. Whatever I do or don't decide to do has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me."
"Sure." I agree easily. "I just feel like you'd psych yourself out if I didn't say anything. It's only been twenty-minutes since your legs were locked around my waist, and you're already trying to frame it like it was a drunken one-night stand never to be repeated."
"Maybe my standards recovered from my momentary lapse in judgement." Her attention is drawn to the pair of girls across the street, waving and gesturing at the bus stop closest to them. We both start walking in sync.
I roll my eyes at her. "You're just saying that to be a bitch, we both know that entire thing happened for the exact opposite reason. There's still nobody in the Bay other than me that could ever suit you. There's not even a sliver of competition in the same league and we both know it. I'm the only guy that looks at your whole, fucked-up philosophy and gives you so much as the time of day about it. I'm the only guy who fits into it. Every reason that we fucked back there is just as true now as it was back then."
"Exactly." She latches onto something I said. "It was just- everything just happened to line up for you and you were the best option at the time. It wasn't that you're special to me, it was just that everyone else failed to match up." We cross the road. "You're acting like we're soulmates or something just because we agree on a few things, but I could get the same from another guy easily. If I wanted to. Easily. I could even do it tonight - probably better than listening to you three fuck all night."
I cock an eyebrow. "And what kind of reaction are you hoping to get out of me with that? Should I get jealous? Tell you that, no, you're mine? That I won't let another man have you? I could do that, if you wanted. It wouldn't be hard. Even if you might protest that you think you're still close to me in a fair fight, even the most relentless optimist would have to admit that won't be the case for much longer. My power is to get more powers. There'll come a point where holding you down, doing whatever I liked to your body - it wouldn't even be a struggle for me. Is that what you want? That's got to be the epitomy of the whole predator and prey thing you love so much, right? The strong take what they want, even if that happens to be you?"
Sophia pretends to ignore me, fishing in her pockets for change for the bus as the other pair of girls hop on to the newly arrived vehicle ahead of us.
I smile widely. "Or maybe I should call your bluff. See if it really is so easy to find another guy who understands you like I do. Who tolerates you like I do. Who enables you like I do. A Cape, powerful, pragmatic - sharing the same vision as you. Someone that's already friends with your friends. Someone who empathises with your struggle in the Wards, and is willing to extend a hand to give you the outlet you need. Might be hard to find someone like that, let alone one of them happy to settle down and play happy families with a violent Ward that can't show a bit of honesty or weakness to save her life. There can't be many guys like that around, but at least they won't be called Greg, right? Isn't that the real crux of the issue? That you've already decided the kind of guy that Greg was, and you don't want to admit that you were wrong? If that's the search you really want to go on, then you could go right ahead and look for that mythical guy. I won't stop you."
That was a lie, but it didn't matter. I was on a roll now. The words flowing from my tongue like molten butter, I wasn't just speaking a few pithy words. I was resonating with Sophia, with something inside Sophia, in a way that just felt right. In the same way that Leet had needed me to show her praise and support, and that Taylor needed connection and trust from me - Sophia needed to see power and confidence.
I lean in. "But, naturally. I wouldn't be an option any more. Do you think someone on a trajectory to overtake Eidolon one day is going to just keep pining after you? Do you think I'm the kind of person to just cling to the idea of being with someone like that, unable to let the idea go once it's settled in? Hoping that you might change your mind?" That was absolutely who I was, but I couldn't exactly say that. The whole thing with Taylor was practically the definition of that, but it had also proven that there's a certain feeling of satisfaction at overcoming that initial rejection. "Ridiculous. I don't need you. And, in fairness, you don't need me. You'd be fine. Alone, but fine. I don't want things to be that way, but I'm not willing to play a game of hard-to-get like that. Nor, I think, would you even like someone that was enough of a doormat to tolerate it."
Sophia shifts on her feet. "I said it was an option for me, not one that I was particularly interested in. I'm a girl. I'm hot. It wouldn't be difficult, if I was motivated enough."
"It's not an option for you." I disagree. "You're not just looking to get laid. You need something more intangible than that, and I'm the only one that can give it to you."
"So far." Sophia asserts. "Besides, I'm sure plenty of people have told their old exes that they would never find anyone better than them." We slow as a sizable group of elderly couples purchase tickets in front of us - keeping our distance and our voices low. "Generally, they look pretty delusional from the outside."
"Generally." I concede. "But we're not normal people acting out a normal relationship. Normal people don't fistfight each other in the changing rooms as foreplay or prance around in costumes at night. We're different." I pause, then make a face. "And what do you mean, 'old exes'? Don't tell me I've been thrown out already? You'll break my heart."
"It was an example, I wasn't talking about you. Idiot." Sophia glares at me. "We never even had a relationship like that in the first place."
"Right. Nothing as scandalous as kissing or holding hands in public." I nod. "Just violent fucking in the changing rooms in the aftermath of a supervillain attack. Anyone could see that there's nothing going on between us."
Sophia's tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth. She can't refute that, and she knows it.
Sophia looks around. "So... you fucking Bug?" It's a clumsy, crude deflection of the topic. I arc an eyebrow at the painfully-obvious move. She doesn't meet my gaze, pretending to stare vigilantly at the couple fumbling with change ahead of us just out of earshot.
"I don't know if I should answer that." I shrug airily.
"That's a 'yes' then." Sophia tilts her head. "Nice."
I roll my shoulders sheepishly. I wasn't really particularly invested into hiding it. Not enough to outright lie, which was obviously an answer all on its own. "Any particular relevance in bringing her up?" I probe.
"Trying to work out if I should warn her about the fact that you're a public menace without a sense of shame." She drawls.
"She already knows." I shrug. "Hell, she's probably just as bad. I told her I was already in a relationship of sorts when she came onto me, but that only seemed to make her more enthusiastic."
Sophia pauses. "No kidding?"
"No kidding." I confirm.
Sophia blinks. "Would never have expected that from her." Sophia admits.
"It's always the quiet ones." I respond. "What can I say? She knew what she wanted, and she went out to get it. Straightforward honesty just works. You could learn from her example."
Her lips thin. "What's there to even be honest about? I think I've made my feelings on... us, perfectly clear."
"For one thing, there was that moment just now where you were pretending that you had any intention of doing anything other than getting fucked along with your best friends tonight." I counter. "A situation that we both know was purely a hypothetical one with no basis in reality."
"Pretending? Hypothetical?" Sophia challenges. "You really think that's what it was?"
"I know that's what it was." I confirm.
Sophia seems bemused. "And how, exactly, did you come to that conclusion?"
"Because for all your complaining, my hand is still right where it was." I squeeze down again. "Actions speak louder than words, right? And right now, your actions are telling me that you'll play along if it means getting to pick back up where we left off. That you're completely onboard with what I'm doing and how I'm acting." I pull her body closer to mine. "All of this talking is just... well. Talking. Nothing has changed since we were back in the mall. If those two hadn't shown up, we'd probably still be there - taking our sweet time with each other. Tell me I'm wrong."
"That was then. I got caught up in the heat of the moment. How many times do I have to say it? It doesn't mean a thing-" I press my lips to hers to cut her off, pulling her into me and letting my other hand roam to match the other. I'd either get punched in the face for this and have to deal with a furious, embarrassed Sophia - or she'd have to come to terms with the fact that she was just objecting for the sake of being difficult.
No punch yet. Good sign. I break away, remaining close. "I don't know about you, but I'm still feeling caught up in the moment. I still want to fuck you in every way possible, this is all just a temporary interruption. I want you, you want me. The only one worrying about stupid crap that doesn't matter here is you."
Sophia tries and fails to step backwards as I hold her close. "What are you doing?" She hisses at me. "I told you, we're not- we're not like that!"
"Like what? Boyfriend and girlfriend? I told you. That's nothing worth worrying about. Small details, who cares what anyone around here thinks?" I shake my head. "The things that I want. The things that you want. Those are the only things that matter. I feel like I've been pretty honest so far, so maybe I'm due some honesty in return. Do you want to head back and get laid or not? Don't worry about what our relationship is and isn't. We'll work it out in our own time. Just answer the question."
Fighting a dark flush on her cheeks, Sophia's mouth opens in reflexive, indignant anger - before clicking shut again with a frustrated snap. "If you want to be that obnoxious about it, I'll admit that you were... tolerable enough that I'm not entirely opposed to picking up where we left off. Once. Only because I enjoyed it, it's not because of you."
"I'm sure." I agree blandly. It seemed like she was dead-set on maintaining this position, and trying to argue her out of it now was pointless. Better to just let her face reality over time. "Nothing to do with me."
"It's not." She insists. "I meant that. It could be anyone. What we have isn't romantic. It's just physical. I mean, I'll admit that I wasn't really serious about finding someone else - but I wasn't wrong either. I'm not looking for a boyfriend, and if all I wanted was to get laid - I could have done it easily without having anything to do with you."
I click my fingers in the air. "But you wanted more than that. You got more than that. You just said it yourself, if you truly wanted a mere fling - I wouldn't even need to be involved. We'd never need to have this conversation. We didn't fuck back there because you were too horny and felt like sleeping with the first thing to move, we fucked because we clicked together. You're just embarrassed to admit that. It's kind of cute, actually."
"Cute?" An offended expression appears on her face at the word. "You're being ridiculous, and I'm not embarrassed about anything."
My lips quirk upwards. "Then why is it so hard for you to admit that you're interested? Surely it's such a small, trivial thing to say that you want to fuck again, especially if there's nothing serious behind it."
"I already said that I was willing to... see where things went. Maybe continue where we left off, if the mood was right. You weren't as terrible as I expected, so I'll allow that much." Sophia shifts in my grasp. "What more do you even want me to say? If you want a heartfelt confession then go and suck up to Emma, you won't ever hear any of that crap from me."
"That's fine, it's not like I expected that from you. Regardless of what comes out of your mouth, you've been all too happy for me to do as I please so far-" I grope her ass again. "-so if you just keep being this obedient, I'll give you everything you want from me without you having to say a word about how you really feel."
"Obedient?!" Her voice climbs an octave, the furious exclamation punctuated by an attempt to drive her heel into my foot. "You are so lucky that we're in public right now. I will genuinely murder you the instant we're alone."
"Is that how you think things are going to go when we find ourselves alone, in private?" I lean in. "We could bring that challenge you had planned for our next day at school forward, no problem. I'm sure I don't need to explain how that will end. Besides, how else would you describe how... compliant you're being? You wouldn't let anyone else get away with what I've been doing."
She looks away. "You won the bet. That's all."
"It still counts, even after we left that building?" I grin. "My, and here I thought I'd have to go for round two to get you on board. I suppose that means that I've got you for the rest of the day then. Correct?"
Sophia looks like she wants to ignore the question for a moment, but as the pause lengthens - a slight hint of a reluctant nod comes out. "...as long as you don't make it weird." Sophia agrees after a moment. "You step over the line, I'll put you in the dirt. Don't forget that."
"Scary." I lie. She scowls at me. "But don't worry, I'll do my best to live up to your expectations." I flick my eyes up the now nearly-gone queue in front of us. "How about we hop on this bus before it leaves, now that we're both on the same page about what happens when we get back? If you have any kinky preferences, I'll be all ears on the way back."
"Dream on." Sophia has finally had enough, breaking away and stomping up to the bus still waiting to leave. "I have no intention of sitting anywhere near you. Just because you have a few things that you're tolerable at, doesn't mean I need to put up with you all the time."
We both quietly pay and make our way to the back of the bus where Emma and Madison have taken over the back rows with their bags of shopping. "That's a real shame. And all I was going to do on the way back was to shitpost on PHO." I sigh loudly.
Sophia ignores me for a moment, then freezes mid-stride. She turns and gives me a suspicious, searching look.
I return an innocent smile. In truth, I wasn't planning on saying anything too crazy. But sometimes, Void Cowboy's reputation was useful.
Three and a half minutes later, the bus takes off - Sophia and I lurching slighly in our seats at the motion, Sophia's attempt to grapple my phone away momentarily interrupted.
"You two are so cute together!" Emma gushes.
"It is not like that." Sophia insists, a quiet look of warning in her eyes as she looks at me - and then at my phone as I pull it away and out of her immediate reach.
"Of course." Madison 'agrees' slyly.
"It's not. I'm just making sure-" Sophia cools down, doubtless seeing how any further attempt to seize the phone would just be interpreted as simple playfighting between lovers at this point. "-just don't type anything weird. I'm watching."
"I've never written anything weird in my life." I assure her. "But if you really insist-" I pull her body closer to mine. "-you can just lean over and supervise. Just to make sure."
"You're still getting too handsy." Sophia gripes, but moves closer with the motion anyway.
I bob my head. Correct. "You don't hate it."
"I do." Sophia dismisses once again. "I'm just more concerned over what bullshit you're about to type into PHO."
"Since when do you care so much about my internet browsing habits?" I probe innocently.
"Sounds like an excuse to me." Madison agrees. "I can't blame you, but you can be honest with us!"
Sophia's foot stomps down on to mine. "If you don't stop being obnoxious, they'll never find your body." The promise lacks heat.
My hand inches up under her shirt. "My apologies, I didn't mean to annoy you." Insincerity flows from my tongue. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"You can hurry up and open PHO already." She huffs. "Do you think I sat next to you for fun? If I don't have to worry about you saying something stupid, I'll just sit somewhere else."
"I can do that." I smile, a brief moment of movement enough to give a finger room to trace up around the curve of her breasts. She stiffens slightly as I brush over her areola. "Is that all you want? Nothing else you want me to do? Or to stop doing?"
Sophia doesn't look at me. "Just get on with it already." She leans slightly into me, as if pretending to look at something on the locked screen. "I'm as curious about what they're saying as you are."
I smother a smile. Our little argument seemed to have done something, at least. The loud protests were gone now, replaced with a determined focus to not acknowledge the fact that she was seemingly content with being groped. The defiance and casual threats of violence probably wouldn't disappear, but going off of the fact that she didn't seem to have much of a problem with me molesting her right now along with her apparent acceptance of the orgy that this evening would probably devolve into... the words were toothless. The events of the last hour had her rattled, and she was content to settle down in line until she gathered herself together and decided that it was all a fluke.
And, of course, I'd be there to remind her otherwise once that happened. Despite the bluster, I actually expected Sophia to be fairly easy to handle. For all the heat and anger, she'd proven that she could naturally set into a more submissive role given the right encouragement. If I simply handled her outbursts and reminded her of her place every now and then, I was pretty confident that she could end up just as submissive and obedient as Emma without fully completing her challenges.
Speaking of... Sophia still had her last two challenges to go. Both of them should have the CONT modifier, which probably meant that I'd be back to difficult fights with the more talkative versions of Shadow-Sophia. One that was less inclined to play around, if her previous statement on the lack of an EVNT modifier was to be believed - but something I could work on, nevertheless.
...but not now. I didn't need to attempt it now. I didn't want to stretch myself with too many attempts in a row, like I had in Canberra. I should pace myself a bit. Enjoy the downtime for a while before trying to puzzle out a trick to handle a version of Sophia that knew me better than the real one did.
At the irritated reminder of the girl leaning on my shoulder, I pull open PHO with my spare hand.
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Thread: Gang activity?
Author: WeakestBrocktonite
Displaying posts 61-80:
►WeakestBrocktonite (Original Poster)
I've updated the original post with the most recent status of all the Cape fights around the city, but I think it seems mostly over by now. The Protectorate are patrolling in force right now, but they don't seem to be chasing after anyone in particular.
►WizardPosting (Cape Groupie)
WeakestBrocktonite - That's typical hero behaviour. Hide under the couch while the gangs wreak havoc, then come out and look tough when they get bored and decide to go home.
►PomeranianOne
So... are we going to get an explanation for why exactly the city is on fire? You can't tell me that this is normal. Practically every Cape in the city just puts up dukes and starts brawling in the same hour or two? Any one of these fights would be the crime highlight of the week, you can't tell me that's normal. Seems planned out to me.
►Meguca17
PomeranianOne - The ABB and E88 have been trying to bust each other's balls for years, the PRT was always going to come and supervise when they made a serious attempt to off Lung. Failure or not, there's nothing weird here - it was all a long time coming.
►PomeranianOne
Meguca17 - No, seriously. Can you even list a single group that wasn't involved at some point? The E88 fighting Lung. The Merchants picking a fight with a literal mound of garbage in the Trainyards. Circus openly loots three jewellery stores in a row and embarrasses half of the Wards. The Undersiders take advantage of the chaos and do a smash and grab on a casino for their biggest heist ever. Uber and Leet take a shopping mall hostage and fight the other half of the Wards and a random vigilante. That's not normal. Every villain group in the city just woke up and chose violence at the same time - and nobody has any reason why?
►XxVoid_CowboyxX (Verified Cape)
PomeranianOne - So I actually heard an interesting snippet while I was throwing down with U+L. While they were obviously planning an episode anyway, it turns out that they got paid to start their show at a specific time and place. Now I'm not saying that it was all a plot to keep all the heroes busy or anything... but it's awfully convenient, isn't it? Who stands to gain from drama like this?
►XMarley
Interesting theory, but... XxVoid_CowboyxX detected, opinion discarded. You're just back to conspiracy theory schizo-posting, except you have powers now.
►Whorlkeeper
XxVoid_CowboyxX - Sounds like Director Piggot is paying the villains behind the scenes to try and justify her job. Kick the PRT out already!
►MoreBodies
Whorlkeeper - Delusional. Why would the PRT want this? It's obviously a villain - it's just a question of which one it was. Nothing else seemed to happen that the OP hasn't covered, so it was probably just the Empire hoping to distract enough heroes so that nobody could stop them trying to 8v1 Lung (and losing).
►XxVoid_CowboyxX (Verified Cape)
Whorlkeeper - Now don't get me wrong, I love a good conspiracy theory as much as everyone else - but if Piggot was behind this, you would think she would actually make herself look competent. I mean, the heroes did nothing. The communication from the PRT sucked. Zero arrests. Hell, I was just fighting Uber and Leet and the Wards kind of sukckkafejwegnfahsfjlfasdjkdja
►Whorlkeeper
XxVoid_CowboyxX - Bro?
►OnlyPans
XxVoid_CowboyxX - The PRT got him. Never mess with the Big Cape industry.
►XxVoid_CowboyxX (Verified Cape)
I would like to correct my former statement. Most of the heroes did nothing. Shadow Stalker was a useful and valued partner in the fight against Uber and Leet.
►OnlyPans
XxVoid_CowboyxX - WAIT I WAS JOKING - THEY ACTUALLY GOT HIM
►Whorlkeeper
XxVoid_CowboyxX - Blink three times if they've got a taser to your balls right now.
►SparksFly11
Read his posts again. He's still calling the heroes trash, he's just saying Shadow Stalker was cool. You know what that means? He's not a government stooge. He's a simp.
Give it up dude. She's out of your league.
►PlotAmore
SparksFly11 - Can't blame him for trying.
►WeakestBrocktonite (Original Poster)
Getting back on topic before a mod locks this, I've added a link to the U + L livestream on the main post, and a link to VC's claims in the thread as it seems potentially relevant coming from a Cape. The PRT is doing a press conference in an hour to discuss their role in things. (link)
►PoliceEscort
WeakestBrocktonite - I thought the Empire made a clean getaway from the mess with Lung, but I'm hearing that Victor and Krieg just got thrown into a cell. Some good news from all of this, if that revolving door of a prison actually stays shut for once.
►WeakestBrocktonite (Original Poster)
PoliceEscort - Thanks, added to the original post.
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Private message from ABugInBrockton:
ABugInBrockton: Hey, are you around? There's some kind of fight going on around our usual patrol areas, just wanted to know you were around to check it out with me.
ABugInBrockton: Don't feel like you have to or anything, I'm just kind of used to having a partner around.
ABugInBrockton: Guess you're busy. Don't worry about it, it was always a long shot with this kind of notice.
ABugInBrockton: I'll try and do what I can.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Sorry, had some drama myself as well. Are you alright? Seems like the gangs were everywhere just now.
ABugInBrockton: I'm fine. Great, actually.
ABugInBrockton: I caught Victor!
ABugInBrockton: Well, I didn't know it was Victor. I just thought it was a random guy standing watch on the roof and took him down with the rest of the armed guys running around the street.
ABugInBrockton: Only found out it was him when the police were rounding everyone up and noticed.
ABugInBrockton: I got to speak with Dauntless! He said I acted like a real hero, got another invite to join the Wards.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Did you really need more of those?
ABugInBrockton: I turned him down, obviously.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Obviously.
ABugInBrockton: Rune, Stormtiger and Krieg showed up trying to pick him up before the cops could take off. Walked right into Dauntless and New Wave before I could do anything. So Krieg is sitting in cuffs right next to him! The others ran away - New Wave took off after them but I don't think they had much luck.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Your day sounds a lot more successful than mine.
ABugInBrockton: I saw the thread. Not the stream though. I'll need to wait till I get home to see that.
ABugInBrockton: Shadow Stalker, huh? Fair enough.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: It wasn't a deliberate team-up if that's what you mean. We were both in the area, I was actually in my civ ID - not even on patrol. Don't want you to feel snubbed or anything.
ABugInBrockton: It wouldn't be a problem even if you did team up. I can handle it. And I feel like I did better than I expected on my own.
ABugInBrockton: You don't have to worry about me. I'm a hero too.
ABugInBrockton: And, when I was speaking with Dauntless - we were talking about names.
ABugInBrockton: Long story short, I'm not Bug anymore.
ABugInBrockton: I'm Arachne now.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Like the spider boss in Ultimate Fantasy 6? Nice reference. A bit niche, but I approve.
ABugInBrockton: That was a joke, right?
ABugInBrockton: ...?
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Yeah, sure. Joke. You know me. A regular comedian.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: I like it better than Bug. Still not quite as cool as mine.
ABugInBrockton: I... wouldn't want to try and infringe on your... "style".
XxVoid_CowboyxX: What's with the hesitation? The quotes???
ABugInBrockton: Anyway, do I need to change my PHO username? Is that even possible?
XxVoid_CowboyxX: You can just get the mods to add a flair, but they can rename you too. I just kept my original tag, the PHOWiki will get updated to link to your actual profile anyway.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: That was totally just a distraction from your comments about my naming choices, wasn't it?
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Hello?
XxVoid_CowboyxX: You know that I can see you've read these, right?
ABugInBrockton is offline.
XxVoid_CowboyxX: ???
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"There's no sense pretending not to be nosy." I drawl to the girl pretending to look out the window.
"You think I care even a little bit about your message history?" Sophia whispers.
"Obviously." I flick my eyes back to the other two, both of them momentarily distracted with an animated conversation of their own. "Don't worry, I won't point out how the only places where the good guys actually did anything of value were those places where the dream team happened to be."
"Sorry, did you do something when I wasn't looking? Or are you just leeching off of something that she did?" Sophia bites back.
I bite my retort down as the girls behind us break off in giggles, then lean back towards us to listen in our conversation. "You're right." I stop whispering. "The heroes kind of embarrassed themselves today. I didn't have much of a view of things while I was trying not to get lost, but I saw that one Ward... what's her name? The crossbow-wielding one-"
"Shadow Stalker." Emma supplies helpfully.
"That's the one." I thank her guilelessly, ignoring Sophia's death stare. "I saw that one just running down the street after this weird contraption on wheels, looked right out of a comedy stretch. It didn't look like she was taking the threat seriously at all."
"Ah-" Emma pauses. "I mean, she was the first one on the scene - it was honestly a 2v1 for most of her time there. I thought she did pretty well actually-"
"Did we watch the same video?" I blink innocently. Emma winces. She definitely had. "I just scrolled past it, give me a moment." Sophia attempts to jab me in the side of my torso, and I send her a wide grin as I show the other girls my screen. "Here, you've got to admit that this is an embarrassing look - haven't you?" I show Emma the screen of my phone.
Emma hesitates, momentarily debating the merits of completely lying to my face or not. "I don't know, context is- is important-"
Silly Emma. Sophia won't be placated by a half-hearted answer like that. You either need to commit to the slander or ignore it entirely. Dodging the question gets you the worst of both worlds. Just like that, Sophia's unimpressed glare swaps from me to Emma - as if daring an additional comment to come out. Emma returns a sheepish grin as Madison watches the footage for the first time, apparently used to soaking up Sophia's ire.
"Hold the phone." Madison shakes her head. "You had time to watch her doing all of that in between your fucking marathon?"
"Fucking marathon?" Sophia echoes dumbly.
"I mean, I was assuming that you were fucking since- well. Since basically the moment the two of us left. Like, you saw the opportunity and just went for it. Wasn't that why you were ignoring our texts?" Madison tilts her head.
"What? No! What do you even take me for?" Sophia flushes darkly.
"Then what else were you doing? Don't tell me you spent the entire time arguing and only got together at the end." Madison pauses. "Wait, did we seriously interrupt your first-" Madison flails. "I mean, I was kind of thinking you were on like, round three at the very least-"
"We were not." Sophia grinds out. "We-"
"The tiles changed, we got split up. I ended up running through the maze and got completely lost, I didn't actually find my way back to Sophia again until things were pretty much already settled." I say by way of explanation.
"And then you got to fucking in record time to celebrate. I get it." Madison claps her hands together in understanding.
"Celebrate? That's not-" Sophia shakes her head. "Forget it."
"No, go on? I'm curious as to how he found a way into your heart so quickly myself." Madison leans in with an encouraging smile.
I wave a hand in the air. "She was going to say that it had nothing to do with celebration. We had a... spirited disagreement, things got a little physical - and I suppose we just came to the mutual agreement that the winner of our little altercation could do what they wanted with the loser's body."
Madison takes a moment to process that. "A bit non-traditional... but kind of romantic in its own way? A very Sophia-way of getting some action. Like a cavewoman bonking some dude over the head with a club and dragging him back to her cave to get laid."
"Are you trying to imply something?" Sophia crosses her arms, looking somewhat put-out by the comparison.
"Nothing in particular." Madison whistles. "In hindsight, I should have guessed that it wasn't exactly chocolate, flowers and a sudden confession. That's not really your thing."
"I suppose I should learn from the best. Just randomly jump into the shower with him and take it from there." The sarcastic response comes immediately.
Madison shrugs. "Hey, if the end result is the same - does it really matter in the end?"
"Yes." Sophia bites out sourly.
"Lay off her, Madison." Emma drawls. "You know how she gets about things like this."
"I don't know, it feels like a different kind of moody this time." Madison stands up, flicking her head to the side. We all stand up with her. This is our stop. We halt the conversation as we exit the bus and pace through the streets to the brief walk remaining back to Emma's place - a temporary moratorium on lewd topics while potential eavesdroppers were around. When Emma's house comes view, Madison starts talking again as if she had never stopped. "I mean, back then it was just that she was a prude and her interest in boys was primarily in how hard they could punch - but this is different. A special kind of Sophia mood." She pauses dramatically. "It's something like: 'I was just getting dicked down and then you guys just had to interrupt us'."
Sophia lets out a snort of derision.
"You might be right." Emma agrees, ignoring Sophia's look of betrayal. "But not to worry, we still have the run of the house until tomorrow. No time limits here, you can fuck him as much as you like."
"That isn't something I was worried about." Sophia hisses out. A momentary pause. "And I'm not in any sort of mood, let alone over something as trivial as that." She glares at the two other girls, both of whom are obviously fighting teasing, smug smiles at her protests. "Who even said that I was interested in a repeat performance?"
"If you aren't, then I definitely am." Madison cheers. "What about you, Emma?"
"Naturally." Emma winks as she unlocks the door. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Emma spins on her toes to face us as we enter, hands already slipping under her own shirt to flick it up and away. Madison snakes her arms around my waist from behind, fingers deftly working at a belt buckle and leaving no doubts as to how little time they intend to waste here.
"Isn't this a bit sudden?" Sophia throws her hands up in the air. "I mean, just like that?"
Emma's shirt is tossed into a corner. "Yeah?"
"I thought that I was pretty clear about it." Madison's fingers slide up my torso, tracing well-defined muscles that were, admittedly, mostly my power at work. I wouldn't go as far as to say it was unearned given the general requirement to get murdered horribly in order to get the benefits of my power, but I hadn't exactly gone to the gym like everyone else. It felt fair to me. If the same amount of effort put in daily across various challenges was to be converted into real life exercise, it would have made me the most shredded guy at school. This slight conversion was nothing compared to that. I worked ten times as hard for these muscles as the next guy. Easily.
"I knew you were-" Sophia shifts on her feet. "-interested, but I didn't think that meant you would just... go for it right away!"
"I hate to say this, but I don't think either of us are going to be able to live up to your preferences on this one." Madison hums. "I'm too cute to get involved in a fistfight."
Sophia sends her a level look.
"Besides, we've got to even up the score a bit. We were mostly behaving yesterday, but who would have thought that we'd be playing catchup with you today?" Emma grins, now completely topless and doing a shameless jiggle for any onlookers.
Sophia sighs, crossing her arms. "It just doesn't feel right to just- to just make it easy for him. You're letting him win."
Emma tilts her head in thought. "That's one way to look at it, I guess. I'd rather say... I'm winning. I'm getting everything I want out of him, I'm enjoying myself - and he happens to win at the same time by being lucky enough to hook up with this-" She slides a hand down her own body, the sense of pride and self-confidence just as much on display as the rest of her body. "-which makes it all even better."
"Right. You're thinking about things too much, Sophia." One of Madison's hands wrap around my cock, the remainder of my clothes slipping around my ankles thanks to her efforts. I aid her in stepping out of them as she talks. "You didn't need any complicated reasons to fuck him before, don't let the fact that we're here now change that for you. We're hardly in a position to talk."
"No need to try and talk her into it." I shrug and lean back into the wall as Madison drops to her knees, Emma sauntering closer to sit next to her. "Maybe she'd prefer to watch." Two tongues lather each side of my fully-erect cock in sync. "Or maybe she's worried that she won't hold a candle to you two. I can imagine it might be a little embarrassing to learn how to suck dick in front of an audience, however small that audience may be."
"Oh, shut up." Sophia snarls. "I never said I wasn't going to join in, I was just making it clear that I wasn't as enthusiastic about it as you three are." Sophia starts to undress with decidedly less grace than the others. "And stop thinking that you can reverse-psychology me into doing whatever just by calling me chicken or claiming that I would be bad at it. I'm doing this because I feel like it. I'm not even listening to the drivel that comes out of your mouth."
I hold back on my default sarcastic response as she strips naked for the second time today. There was a time and a place, and that time and place was not when someone was psyching themselves up to take my cock in their mouth.
Sophia had teeth. I didn't actually expect her to be malicious... but I didn't want to antagonise her into thinking about it either.
"Budge over." Sophia squirms her way into the middle of her friends, taking the central spot of the three that were now face-to-face with my dick. "I'll just..." A flicker of uncertainty enters her eyes as she opens her mouth, leaning in awkwardly - seemingly determined to get it over with, without a concrete understanding of what exactly that would involve past the absolute basics. When she pulls away, gagging and spluttering - glaring up at me as if this was my fault - I can only send a wry smile back. That was kind of what I expected to happen.
"I'd ease into it" Emma advises, not even hesitating to set her tongue back to work on the space that Sophia had left behind - adding her suggestions in between licks and dabs. "It's not easy to take the whole thing at once, and it isn't like it's an absolute requirement to do that before he gets off. Honestly, between the three of us - I think we could just tease him with the tips of our tongues alone until he didn't have a choice but to cum all over us."
"All over you." Sophia corrects. "You can have that part. I don't see the appeal." She scowls harder. "Hell, I don't see the appeal of any of this. I'm pretty sure he's the only one getting any enjoyment out of this."
"It grew on me. I kind of like feeling him squirm because of something that I'm doing." Emma hums. "Let me show you how it's done." With that, she wraps her lips delicately around my cock and sets to work. Between her focused, practiced ministrations and the continuous teasing of Madison working on my balls - the difference in sensation must have become obvious on my face. A smug series of hums emerges from Emma as she directs Sophia's attention up to me, and Sophia apparently sees something there because she doesn't immediately dismiss Emma's words out of hand.
...was I making a weird face? Did I even care if I was? No use thinking about it. I'm probably better off not knowing.
Emma bobs up and down with gusto, not showing any signs of concern about having an audience. If anything, she seems enthused by the pressure of Sophia's attention and Madison's quiet support. A quiet groan escapes my lips as she does her best to suck me dry before suddenly slowing again, an upwards, teasing glance telling me what I already knew - that she knew exactly what she was doing to me here. Not just a simple expression of enjoyment, but deliberately leaving me on the edge - not quite in that final build-up to a climax, but close enough that the urge to simply reach out and take what I wanted to make that final step was a far more prominent thought than usual.
Maybe that said something about how much she'd gotten used to this. I'd honestly lost track of the number of times I'd had Emma like this at school. Under a desk. In a supply closer. In the unused shared toilets behind the gym. The fact that she knew me this well, well enough to play me like an instrument herself... well. That wasn't a bad thing. For all of the teasing, the threats of leaving me with blue balls and the general attitude of her feeling in charge - I was enjoying myself too. She was good at this, and she knew it.
It didn't escape me that I could bring this entire game to an end along with her smug, in-control persona simply by mentioning that Taylor was better. It would have caused more trouble than it was worth, but the chaos and reaction would have been funny once she realised I was serious. I'm sure Emma could handle losing out to literally anyone in the world apart from her. No matter how many aspects she trumped Taylor in, the knowledge that she was beaten on some level would absolutely eat away at her.
But there wasn't a need to knock Emma down a peg. Not when she was acting as such a willing partner in corrupting Sophia, her spirited worship of my cock observed with barely-concealed fascination by the ebony-skinned girl. It wasn't so long ago that she explicitly stated her interest in seeing Sophia conquered - and now, with the opportunity in front of her, she was proving that it wasn't all fantasy and talk.
But Emma has no intention of making me cum herself. She gives my length one last, loving swirl of the tongue before pulling away with a wet pop - one hand lightly pushing my shaft to the side, to the next girl in line. "Your turn." She encourages Sophia. "Watch the teeth."
To my surprise, there's no incendiary response forthcoming from Sophia. Not even an irritated remark about how she was going to do it anyway, or that she didn't even care about any of this. Instead, she lets her friend guide her in the art of how to suck a dick properly. Or, at least that's what she attempts to do. Regardless of Emma's whispered encouragement and tips, there was no escaping the fact that Sophia wasn't even close to as capable as her right now. That wasn't exactly a shock, Emma could write a book on the subject at this point. But no matter how much I sympathised, there wasn't much I could do to disguise the fact that I'd gone from moments away from blowing my load with Emma - to a somewhat sedate state of general erect-ness with Sophia.
And she realised that too. Even once she transitioned from dainty, awkward licks at the tip of my cock to actually taking some of my length into her mouth - there's a glint of impotent irritation in her eyes at the fact that what she was doing was... not doing much. That she was clearly a downgrade over her best friend.
Something about having Sophia kneeling down in front of me, taking my cock as best as she could - and doing her level best to prove that she was every bit as capable of being a slut as Emma... somehow that was hotter than her actual efforts. The fact that this was Sophia, specifically. Anyone else, I'd have already called it off - told them to spin around and bend over or something. But there was a certain sense of enjoyment here in seeing her frustration, in seeing that she'd momentarily forgotten about protesting that she wasn't even that interested in this, in seeing her debase herself and submit without even seeming to register that she was doing it.
When she half-shoves my dick towards Madison, face alight with rare, girlish embarrassment and the barest hint of shame mixing in with indignant, reflexive anger - I studiously avoid making a comment, instead opting to just enjoy the efforts of the third and final girl of the Trio. Madison wasn't quite as much of an expert as Emma, but she had already demonstrated an understanding of the basics before - something that probably indicated more than a bit of casual research into the subject and the messy, minor details - only lacking a suitable moment to put theory into practice until this weekend.
Whatever the reasons behind her prior interest, I'm reaping the benefits now. She's eager, almost as much as Emma. Her technique is a little messier, a little less practiced - but the sheer, raw desire she demonstrates more than makes up for it. Where Sophia was more focused on not making a fool of herself, and where Emma had taken a more artistic, personal approach... Madison was doing this simply because she wanted to. Arguably, she was the girl I had the least attachment to out of the three. And the same was true in reverse. We'd spoken the least, interacted with each other the least - and even our newly-sexual relationship still wore the mask of a temporary, almost transactional fling. An experiment waiting to be left behind at the right moment.
In truth, I had no complaints with any of that. Maybe if I never intended to stray beyond the confines of Winslow, things would be different - but honestly, I was fine with the possibility that I never fully clicked with Madison to the same extent as Emma and Sophia. That she might always just be 'Emma and Sophia's friend' that I fucked every now and then. She was nice enough, easy to get along with. But could I really see myself investing the same attention getting to know her like I had with Emma? Hell, even with Emma - I probably wouldn't have bothered without the connection to Taylor and my relative lack of options at the time. With my network growing, and more and more possibilities of a superheroine-filled harem around every corner - was I ever going to invest the effort to turn her from 'fuck-buddy' into 'friend'?
No. I could be honest with myself about that much. Emma had gotten lucky, in that respect. Worming her way in while a non-Cape like her was still relevant to me. Luck. That was it. I could say the same for others as well. Taylor. God knows that if I never started out with a crush on her, I'd have never put up with her issues half as well as I had. The fact that I was still willing to let bygones be bygones after she blew up at me was testament to that. After I'd died, countless times - trying to tame her bullies into... well, into the very picture I was looking at right now - I felt like I deserved a little slack. It was unfair of me, maybe. It wasn't like Taylor had a chance of understanding what I was going through for her sake, but she never exactly gave me the benefit of the doubt either.
I shake the train of thought. Too much of a tangent. Madison, that was where I was. It was easy to think of her as... a groupie, of sorts. When I was famous on the same level as Eidolon, it would be people like Madison that would be clamouring to be in this kind of position - both expecting and happy with the knowledge that it was a one-and-done thing. That they'd be left behind in the morning, with no solid attachment from that point on. That felt a little cold for someone that was still probably in my top five non-online friends, but I was trying to be realistic for the future here.
Emma is still whispering into Sophia's ear, pointing things out about Madison's technique in between her own efforts to worship the lower half of my shaft - away from the space Madison was claiming as her own. Sophia was listening, but I wasn't expecting her to be able to put it into practice. She was thinking too much, trying a bit too hard to show how unbothered she was about any of this - and then, ironically, infuriated about the fact that she hadn't managed to turn me into a quivering mess with her half-hearted efforts. And I think I knew exactly the perfect response to that. Madison gives me a final lick before passing me back to Emma like an ice lolly in the heat of summer.
Again, Emma demonstrates her learned mastery - practically inhaling my cock on her way to take my full-length down her throat. While Madison hadn't done a bad job, she'd certainly have had a while to go before threatening to make me blow my load. Emma closes the gap once again, and for a moment I wonder if she's determined to take the prize for herself this time - a dangerous pressure building once more before her pace slows, a slow wink up at me is the only sign that the timing was deliberate.
If I was alone, I wouldn't have been able to resist the bait. I'd already have her pinned down, half-lodged inside her as I took what she was deliberately keeping from me. But we weren't alone. And I wasn't holding back out of a sense of self-control or for the sake of appearance. I was holding back, because this was mostly about Sophia. Emma and Madison were already eager cocksleeves. Sophia was still in denial, and this was entirely new to her. So if I was going to get off with any of those three from this position, it had to be with her.
Emma passes the 'baton' to Sophia once more. I allow her the best part of a minute to try and make something work, and then I make my intentions clear. I place both hands on her head. A moment of confusion, then comprehension alights in Sophia's eyes. Emma's hurried advice to take a deep breath is all she gets before I take her continued lack of protest as permission to begin. Slowly at first, then faster and faster - I begin to fuck her face. Not at all like the passive stillness before, where I had simply allowed them to do as they pleased at their own pace. Here, I was in charge. I set the pace. And when Sophia choked and slobbered and gagged? I decided when to give her a moment of pause before starting again.
I can't entirely keep the feral smile off my face as she looks up at me helplessly. Unable to do anything other than squeeze in desperate breaths and try her best to recover from the increasingly brutal throat-fucking in between shorter and shorter pauses. I wasn't even convinced that she had noticed the gleeful smirks on both of her friends faces, nor the way they had switched from worshipping me to teasing and fingerfucking her instead - glistening fingers emerging from her slit after mere moments acting as proof that she was enjoying this treatment a lot more than she might be ready to admit.
Even when I give her a moment of respite longer than usual, letting her draw in ragged, deep breathes to recover and attempt to fix some of the drool and spittle that her rough treatment had resulted in - I don't see a hint of anger. Like she'd forgotten that she was even supposed to hate this in the moment. That was because she wanted this. She wanted to be overpowered by someone stronger than her. By someone who owned her, and could take what they wanted with ease. The misplaced anger was just because she was indignant about it being Greg, specifically. It didn't change the fact that her life philosophy was based around this exact idea, an apex predator forcing her into submission - using her as a mere instrument of pleasure. That's why there's no anger. No impotent fury. Instead, amidst the almost-shell-shocked, stunned expression and lusty breathing - there was a glimmer of gratitude. A glimmer that she would never give voice to, but she was happy that I was doing this. She knew as well as I did that her own efforts weren't amounting to anything, and now my decisive action was making things work for both of us.
I bring her head closer to me again, not finding a single bit of resistance to the motion. Her mouth lolls open immediately, waiting for my cock to violate her throat once more - perhaps understanding that this time, I had no intention of stopping until I came. I take a brief moment to cherish the instinctive obedience and submissive attitude she was showing. I'd never have guessed that she had this side to her before, but I certainly wasn't going to complain. Maybe it was because she was usually so forceful and dominant, so quick to anger - but this side of her was hot in a way that simple submission from some random person on the street wasn't. That it was Sophia, so full of pride and fire - that seemed the most willing for me to just treat her like a sex-toy.
And I'm a generous guy. Never one to let a lady down. So that's exactly what I do. I take her head in both hands again and slam her down on my cock, ignoring her gags and gasps and slobbering as I begin to use her mouth with reckless abandon. Fully intending to finish inside her, and uncaring of whether or not she was capable of handling that with any semblance of dignity. My cock slams forward, my balls slapping against her chin in a frenzied rhythm as my length is thrust down her throat. Once again, Madison and Emma descend onto Sophia's body. Tweaking nipples and slipping fingers into her sopping slit, abandoning any pretense of subtlety as they aid in driving the girl into even more of an incoherent mess than she already is.
At this pace, it doesn't take long for me to sense my impending climax. I call down to her, as much a statement as any real kind of warning - we both knew that there was nothing she could really do to prepare. Indeed, the only thing my brief warning does is inform the two other girls about what was about to happen - and their immediate response is to press their bodies and faces up next to Sophia, doubtless anticipating that the girl would completely fail to take the load and assuming that I would be opting to erupt over her face once her failure to swallow properly became apparent. I might have chosen to skip straight to that last part for any other girl, but... this was Sophia. Seeing her fail, seeing her struggle, highlighting the power dynamics between us in a way that she couldn't help but intuitively understand... that had too much appeal.
So that's what I do. The moment Sophia's warm, inviting throat becomes too much to bare - I start to cum. Her lips close tightly around my cock as I shoot rope after rope down her throat, but it only takes a moment for her to abandon the attempt - reeling back against my grip, choking and gagging in defeat. But I'm still mid-climax, and just as the other girls had anticipated - her pulling back and away isn't the end. My seed splatters against her dark skin, rogue strings and droplets blasting out to either side to coat the girls pressing together on either side as well. But the focus is Sophia, on marking her as mine - I wasn't going to complain if the others got covered as well, but I was something of an artist here. Painting a picture of a Sophia that she didn't even know existed. Eyes half-lidded and unfocused, still desperately trying to control her breathing, gagging and coughing - cum dripping down her face, blocking her vision, seeping onto her lips and slowly working down her chin and neck - where it joins the deliberately-painted white-on-black art on her chest.
I don't miss the expression on Emma's face. The almost predatory licking of her lips, the ecstatic gleam in her eyes at the state of her friend. A testament to how much I had changed her priorities. Once upon a time, this would have been a nightmare for her. A pillar of strength in her life being reduced to this - but now, this was a dream come true. Emma wasn't Sophia's secret supporter any more. She was mine. And there was nothing that appealed to her more right now than seeing her best friend become every bit as broken and subservient as her.
Not that Sophia was reduced to her level quite yet. This was temporary. A single step of training, one that would need repetition to truly stick... but even showing that this state was possible was enough. And it wasn't like Sophia would forget about this either. Just as she now had to begrudingly come to terms that we fucked in the changing rooms back at the mall, she now had to live with the knowledge of exactly how her first blowjob had gone - and how much she had enjoyed the result.
Emma leans in. "You did it, Sophia! I knew you'd be able to handle it!"
Sophia stirs. "I-" A glint of focus re-enters her eyes. "O-Obviously. It's not like something like this would be a problem for me. It wasn't even that difficult." There isn't much conviction in her words, with her demeanour as ruined as it is - but she can't exactly see herself in the mirror right now.
I couldn't actually be sure if she entirely meant those words or not. She wasn't like me, an unashamed porn addict even before my powers turned life on its head. And she wasn't like Emma or Madison, who clearly already had a healthy interest in sex and how things worked before they'd ever made it to me. Strange as it was to think, Sophia might genuinely be the innocent one here. In her mind, was that whole thing a standard example of how a normal, successful blowjob should go? Was she patting herself on the back now, after thoroughly being dominated and humiliated in front of her friends? Telling herself that she could do that again without an issue next time? I could see that - chalking up Emma and Madison's more sedate approach to simple differences in preference.
Emma licks a droplet away from Sophia's cheek. Sophia jumps slightly. "What?!"
Emma grins. "Do you really want to stay covered in his cum? I'm into that myself, but I thought you might prefer to clean things up a bit."
"Of course I don't want anything to do with-" She swipes a streak away from her eye. "-all of this! I was just going to go and wash it off."
Madison pipes up. "You can't just leave a job unfinished. Clean-up is important, you know." She directs Sophia's gaze back to my dick. "We'll clean you up, and you can clean him up. Finish it off properly. Shouldn't be too hard, right?"
For a moment, I wonder if that's a bridge too far. If Sophia is just a bit too put-together and aware of what she's doing right now to tolerate the two girls working their ministrations on her. Sophia considered herself straight, I was pretty sure. Most of my girls originally were - but my power definitely blurred some lines there. Encouraged them to 'get along' with each other. I'd done enough work on Sophia that she hadn't even truly registered the lesbian action she was receiving while lost in the facefucking haze earlier - but had I done enough that she wouldn't turn them down flat right now, in an up-front conversation without the aid of a distraction?
"Fine." She glares at my dick as if it had personally offended her. "I'll just clean up the worst of it. Not like it hasn't already been in my mouth at this point."
To her credit, she does a better job than her attempts at pleasuring me before. Cleaning up the cum leaking from and down my dick was a simpler task, easier to picture what needed to be done and where - rhythm and skill wasn't needed, just the correct movements and licks to leave a clean shaft behind. It takes her longer than it should have, I don't fail to notice that Sophia slows down when Emma and Madison finish on her face - and simply slide down to take one breast each. Nipping and teasing at her nipples even as they work to lap up every bit of cum they could find. There's no chance that Sophia would admit to enjoying that, but she can draw it out just fine by slowing her own efforts. That was transparent to me, and probably transparent to them too.
"Last step." Emma whispers to Sophia as she starts to pull off of me. "Mouth open, look up at him-" Sophia obeys, displaying a milky-white sheen swirling on her tongue. "-and then, swallow." An audible gulp. Gone. "You're a natural at this, Sophia. I really wanted to spit the first time, but you didn't seem bothered at all."
Sophia blinks, then rounds on her friend. "You didn't tell me spitting was an option!"
"You seemed to want to do it properly!" Emma protests back, a shameless grin on her face. "And besides, I don't want to clean up the floor."
"Screw the floor, you think I actually want to swallow his gunk?" Sophia is back to her irate self already. "If you liked it so much, you should have done it - I even said I didn't care for any of... all of that." Sophia finishes lamely, with a weak hand gesture at her face. "Why didn't you take over before the end?"
"I feel like you'd have been mad if we interrupted." Madison smirks.
"I would not." Sophia insists.
"I don't know, you put all that effort into driving him crazy - and one of us just comes in to steal the prize at the last second?" Emma argues. "It wouldn't have felt right."
That was one way to interpret things for Sophia. We both knew that she wasn't going to get me off normally, and there wasn't a chance that Emma had failed to notice that either. But by pretending that she thought that was a deliberate choice intended to rile me up, Sophia had somehow ended up backed into a corner. Admit incompetency and that I'd needed to completely take charge to make up for her shortcomings, or claim that she knew what she was doing and had deliberately brought the forceful face-fuck onto herself.
"I guess that's fair enough." She sheepishly chooses the latter. An attempt to save face. "And, I mean. It wasn't terrible or anything. I'd already dealt with that - I just didn't think there was another option. It wasn't that I actually wanted to swallow his cum, to be clear."
"It's an acquired taste." Emma winks, then pushes herself into a standing position.
"That's not what I meant." Sophia insists. "It's not about taste-"
"Speaking of taste..." Emma interrupts. "...food, anyone? We've got a long night ahead, I could definitely whip up something quick to eat before we get on it. After we wash up, of course."
"I'll eat anything put in front of me, but dibs on the shower!" Madison sprints past us, racing through the house naked rather than attempting to recover her clothes like Sophia was already doing.
"I'm a bit peckish." I admit. A wordless grunt of agreement comes from Sophia.
"I'll get on that in a bit then." Emma hums.
Sophia and I share a look.
Sophia looks away first. "I've got to- I've got a- a thing." Sophia retreats rapidly. Perhaps afflicted by the same post-coitus denial that struck her last time. Cute.
I had something to do myself.
Sophia Hess
Heroine 5/6
(CONT) (ALRT) (PREP)
As nice as it was to see the promised CONT modifier back, it was equally terrible to see PREP alongside it. Sure, Sophia wasn't a Tinker like Armsmaster - but it did completely eliminate the possibility of surprising her with a new power if she got an updated understanding of my powersets everytime I challenged her. The possibility of a cheap win just wasn't there this time.
"Challenge." Maybe she'd be talkative enough to give me an opening? The last CONT version of Sophia didn't seem to think it was likely, but her entire existence was centred around making it difficult for me to advance. I wouldn't put it past her to lie, for whatever reason.
My first thought upon feeling solid ground beneath my feet, was that it was dark. Not quite pitch-black, but a fortress of twisted metal and hidden crevices that hid away from what little light was entering the arena. An arena that was tall, rather than wide. Circular, like someone had drilled into a skyscraper and left the hollowed out mess of corridors, piping and half-destroyed rooms as our playground. One floor melds into the next not by stairs, but by half-fallen pipes and mounds of debris - on one side of every room, a gaping hole down into the abyss at the centre of the structure - on the other, a collapsed, impenetrable looking wall of rock and shattered building materials.
And not a drop of electricity to be seen in these middle levels. There might be something down in the abyss, or perhaps that slight glow from above that gave the only visibility I had was not the sun - but some other form of useful light. Aside from that? I didn't have a weapon to handle Sophia with. Not a Sophia that was ready for my tricks.
"Can we talk this out?" I call out, before ducking out of sheer paranoia. It isn't necessary, but not because the idea was wrong. A crossbow bolt skitters against the wall next to me, aimed just a metre to the side of my current position. A miss.
Right. She didn't have HUNT this time. She knew where I started, but she still needed to actually keep track of me if she didn't want me to give her the slip and attempt an ambush. Another arrow skitters into the darkness. This place wasn't safe. I was actually fortunate that she hadn't shot at my starting location immediately - which would have been a complete rookie error as far as ALRT modifiers go. I should know that the first thing you do for these is to move away quickly. The fact that I wasn't dead implied she doesn't start in a good position to hit me, which was slightly useful information to know - but also completely useless to me right now.
Plink. Plink. Two more bolts bounce off metal and stone. One hisses as it lands, before erupting into bright light. I flinch, expecting an explosion - only realising the true danger as my surroundings sharpen into stark relief, the dull grey and black silhouettes surrounding me turning to clear colour - alongside me. No wonder she had been missing me, if she was shooting from the opposite side of this hole, from the other end of this mini, vertical colloseum - then I must have looked like a dark silhouette in a sea of shadows.
And now she knew where I was.
I freeze, torn with indecision as to if I should block the incoming assault, evade or attempt to simply hide again away from the illumination of her last bolt. The moment of hesitation costs me, I float down the next floor in the shadow state - only for a familiar-looking bolt to lodge itself into the ground below me before I've even landed. The shock-bolt. Taser-bolt. Electro-bolt. Whatever the fuck she calls it. It activates before I can even try to think of a way to dodge, a sphere of lightning and electricity seeming to surge in the air around me before every nerve in my body lights on fire. The sound of a distant scream is cut off by the next bolt materialising in my chest, the more acute sensation of pain bringing me back to my senses just long enough to recognise that this bolt was making a beeping sound.
FAILURE
"Jesus christ, Sophia." I turn my gaze from the defeat screen down to the exploded chunks that remained of my body. "Really took that last loss badly, huh?" She did warn me that she would seriously be trying to kill me without the EVNT modifier in play, and that she wouldn't even be willing to talk at all if she didn't think it would help her win - but eating a Tinkertech bombardment from the shadows, getting such a violent death without even seeing her face? That felt uncalled for, somehow.
I mean, I'd have done the same to her if I had the same tools and opportunity - but I'm happy being a hypocrite at times like these. I figure getting murdered multiple times a day gives me some slack at times like this.
Next time, try and sneak away from the starting position. Trying to actually hunt her down in this vertical labyrinth of twisted steel... wasn't going to be easy. Not unless I had a power that could make it easy. Flight, would be the obvious one. Otherwise she would always be able to simply mirror my movement around the edge of the circular chasm between us. My speedster power couldn't go through a ceiling without a clear path, she'd find it easy to evade me - but every room had an opening to the centre, so a flier could see everything, go anywhere. A panopticon of sorts. I could be shot from anywhere, but she'd only get one before I was on top of her.
...but I didn't have flight. Shit. I couldn't see another way to bridge that gap. Finding her alone was too difficult, she had too many options - and this time, there didn't seem to be a mass of potential electric wires to limit her range of movement. If she simply decided to drop twenty, thirty floors in a row while I was circling around to the last place I saw her... I wouldn't have a clue where to go. She wouldn't be able to see me either, but I was the one working against the clock. I doubted the simulation of Sophia would get hungry or thirsty, even ignoring the usual anti-stalling measures.
I could keep trying, I suppose. Gather some information for when a new power opened up options for me, but realistically - this is where the streak of success ended for me. I wasn't too broken up about it. In a game-sense, it made sense that attempting the hardest difficulty of a single mission would be harder compared to completing a spread of lower-level missions. And I had plenty of those. Plenty of Capes I'd never even attempted. If I came back to this after beating up, for example, New Wave - if I had flight, lasers, taser-hands... even if she could see it coming via PREP, there wouldn't be much she could do about it.
I sigh. Focus on more interesting things, Greg. Like your just rewards for getting the Trio this far. Nothing wrong with taking a night for myself, was there? The focus of the weekend may have been to advance Sophia - and I had done that. Now I could enjoy the secondary benefit of doing that, guilt-free.
With a whistle on my lips, I gather my discarded clothes - and head off to find whichever member of the Trio I ran into first.
It wouldn't do for any of them to think that I was done after merely cumming once, after all.
---
I delve into a valley of bliss. Madison and Emma, pressed against each other - twin pussies scissoring against both each other and also my dick trapped in the middle of it all. Madison's plans for the evening, as it turned out, were simply lewd games to act as a barely-functional excuse for more sex.
An attempt to play Strip poker turned from a free for all to a 2v2 as the defeated players join the survivors - with the caveat that, naturally, the defeated would be sat on the other's lap. Predictably, the game derailed once it became obvious that everyone was only interested in watching me fuck Madison to a screaming orgasm from a full-nelson position.
Later, truth or dare turned into an increasingly lewd penalty game - with a blushing Sophia trying to deny that a vibrator was doing anything for her while she was attempting to jerk me off, while Madison just straight-up out Emma out.
And now... this. This wasn't really a game as it was everyone deciding that they'd had enough playing around. Madison and Emma had opted to tag-team me as best as they could, and I had to admit... it was working.
"Sure you don't want to join?" I probe Sophia.
"I'm straight." She denies, as if she hadn't been entranced by the spectacle of gyrating flesh for the last few minutes.
"Well, I won't pressure you." I gasp as both girls press tighter against each other, inner thighs and pussy-lips forming a vicegrip around me before returning to their teasing motions. "Don't worry, I can take care of you afterwards. Just to make it fair for everyone."
She colours. "If you want. Whatever." She coughs. "We should talk, when you have a moment." A pause. "After you're done here, I mean." Alone. She mouths.
"We are going to need another shower, I know." I nod in understanding. "And I would be absolutely delighted to save water with you."
She bristles. "That is not-" She stifles herself as both other girls turn to look at her with knowing eyes. "Whatever. Fine." She crosses her arms. "Just hurry up and blow already. Anyone would think you're gay or something, the way you're holding out for those two."
"That's on them." I gripe. "I don't know where this obsession with edging came from, but they're having far too much fun with leaving me hanging here."
"Aww, hear that Mads? It sounds like he really wants to cum." Emma teases.
"What, all over us?" The pair run their hands over their own bodies, highlighting the swell of their breasts, their toned stomachs, their dripping slits before dancing the tips of their fingers against my shaft - trapped between their bodies in an almost-painfully-erect state. "What a pervert."
"The moment you're done here, I'll get my own back on you two." I promise.
"Scary." Emma writhes against me. "Can you actually live up to those words?"
"Out of everyone here, you should know best that I can." I grin tightly.
Madison and Emma return the look. This time, they don't release the combined pressure in the velvety torture tunnel that they've made for me. My dick, teased and toyed with from all angles - stands ready to burst at a moments notice. They both know that. And with delicate, insistent enthusiasm - they make the slightest movement to push me over that final edge. A veritable fountain of cum shoots directly up into the air - falling down on and all around us. We'd have to clean things up here, but that was just a part of having fun to the fullest.
Madison and Emma smear cum along their bodies with their fingers, leaving trails in their wake - still not cured of their teasing attitude despite the prodigious amounts of cum that I've mustered up today.
The benefits of being a Cape. This type of Cape, specifically. Somehow, I doubted that Chubster or Velocity got the same tier of sex and health benefits as I did.
I flip Madison and Emma over, turning the tables in an instant - both of them were already lined up for me to take, so I should just take my pick at random and go to town.
Sophia lets out a groan of disgust at our intent to just continue. "Urgh. You know where I'll be waiting when you're done."
"You can still join in now!" I call after her as she stomps off. She ignores me.
"You can go after her now, if you like." Emma offers. "Sounds like she needs it."
"I think it might do her some good to stew for a bit." I wink. "Besides, you think she's just going to stand there awkwardly? No. She's going to be listening to every noise you two make, waiting and anticipating the moment that its her turn." I shake my head. "After all. She's too proud to just start masturbating in front of you without being able to claim that someone made her do it."
"That does sound like her. Shame, I really wanted to see you fuck her." Madison wiggles her butt. "But if she wants a bit of privacy, I can live with it. Come on then, let her know what she's missing."
With a feral grin, I oblige the both of them.
---
FAILURE
"-ook your time." Sophia looks unimpressed with me as I finish stepping into the bathroom.
"Those two were insistent. You know how they can be." I defend myself.
"Didn't want to know." Sophia shakes her head.
"Sure, sure." I smile. "So, how do you want to do this?"
Sophia pauses. "Do what?"
Now it's my turn to look confused. "You didn't bring me here to discretely fuck without an audience? No kinky roleplay that you'd be embarrassed to do in front of them? No acting out a humiliating fetish that you've only just uncovered?"
"No! Get your head out of the gutter. I'm not even interested in that kind of thing. We tried it once. It was fine. All of this is just... playing along. Not being a spoilsport." Sophia lies through her teeth. "No, it's about-" She lowers her voice. "-are you sure all of this is okay?"
Hm? "What do you mean?"
"Your identity. Your status as a Cape. Normal guys aren't supposed to just... keep going like you are out there. Right?" She sounds a little unsure about that last part. "I mean, I know what I'm looking for - but there's got to be a line somewhere where Madison and Emma start working out that something isn't normal. What happens when they work out that you're a Cape?"
"Then..." I shrug carelessly. "...they work it out? Not the end of the world. I might not opt-in to telling them, but they aren't exactly working for Kaiser."
"It doesn't matter if you like them. You've got to be more careful about who you trust. You can't just, take your secret identity back when you don't want to hang out with them anymore. They'll always know it. What happens when we don't share a school any more? If in a few years Madison, halfway across the country, recognises your hero name and mentions it as trivia to her friends." Sophia hisses quietly.
I understand where she's coming from. To a normal Cape, I'd look reckless. Maybe a little insane. But that was only because they didn't realise that my bond with my harem wasn't entirely natural in origin. These girls were loyal to me on multiple levels - it wasn't a perfect comparison, but I didn't care for similar reasons as to why Heartbreaker didn't care about which of his harem knew where he was living or where he was planning to go on holiday next.
"I'll deal with it as it comes. You know how I gain powers over time. In the kind of timeframe you're talking about, I intend to be on the level of Eidolon. If not above him. And before that point? I'll take any compliments I can get about my endurance seeming superhuman. I think you're overestimating how strange it seems to them. What exactly are they comparing me against? Porn that they watch online? Equally exaggerated stories from friends trying to look cool?" I roll my eyes. "It's not that big of a deal. Though I do appreciate you worrying about me."
"I'm not worried about you. I'd be perfectly happy if you just dropped dead." She sighs loudly. "But that was all. You can go back now."
"But wouldn't that be suspicious?" I step forward, hand reaching up to press against her chest. "They both think we came in here to fuck, if we just leave now... wouldn't that make them start thinking about what else we might have been talking about?"
"I should have known." Sophia looks to the ceiling. "Of course you would use any opportunity you could to try and fuck me. It's not like you can think about anything without your dick having a say."
"Right. You should have known. A hundred places in this house to have a quiet conversation and you pick the only room with a locking door?" I grin. "And it would have been trivial to slip a quiet word in my air at any point before now. Practically announcing that the two of us would be in here for an indeterminate amount of time, who are you really trying to fool here?"
"I literally just had a shower. I'm not getting dirty again just for you to get your rocks off." She tells me flatly.
"Is that so? We could have another right away, no harm done." Her feigned resistance weakens as my fingers slip down to her soaked inner thighs. "If you're really that opposed to it, I wouldn't force it on you. If you stop throwing out these paper-thin excuses, and just tell me 'no' - I'll walk out right this second."
"I'm not going to tell you that." She interjects. "I'm not that opposed to it. I just-"
"-don't care that much. It's not a big-deal to you." I echo back at her in a sing-song voice. "Sounding like a broken record, and it still sounds like bullshit. Well. If you're supposedly ambivalent about it - and I'm very much into the idea - then it sounds like the solution is clear. We need to keep up appearances. For the sake of my secret-identity, Sophia."
Sophia shifts as she feels my dick harden against her body. "Fine. Just to keep up appearances."
"Spin around, bend over." I tell her, an edge of authority in my tone. "Face the mirror." I redirect her, spotting a suitable place for her to lean against next to the sink.
She complies wordlessly. Already spreading her cheeks wide to present herself, a feigned expression of boredom etched onto her face. Slick, glistening skin glints in my vision - thoroughly soaked in some mix of sweat, water and arousal. Not much need for foreplay to make things work here. My guess that she'd be touching herself the entire time she was waiting seemed more than accurate from this angle.
Without any further ado, I line myself up against her slit - and thrust inside. Immediately, the facade of boredom breaks as she lets out an involuntary moan - quickly stifled with her hands into a wordless hum. But that's just the first thrust. In truth, Sophia's concerns have some merit. I don't at all act like a normal guy in these kinds of situations. Sure, there's been a few times where I've found something absolutely amazing to jerk off to, and found myself whacking off dozens of times over the course of a weekend to increasingly weak effect - but it's not normal for a guy to even be able to go again after the second or third time. And sometimes, even that is a stretch.
But me? I'm on a hot streak. On top of the world. I don't feel the need to stop, if anything - I feel better than ever. More capable than ever. I know that I can paint Sophia's womb white here and come back an hour later to do it again. And you know what? Good. That makes perfect sense. Knowing that my powers can only end in having a harem or death - being able to please women comes with the job description.
And Sophia was the one reaping the benefits of that now. For all that we'd played along with Madison's lewd games and Emma's increasingly risque ideas - Sophia and I hadn't fucked again since the mall. We'd covered basically every base up to that point, but we'd never quite crossed the line. Emma and Madison hadn't pushed it, probably keen to let their friend choose the pace and setting on her own. But I'd been impatiently waiting for this. And, knowing Sophia, she probably had been as well. She just needed someone to insist enough that she could claim she was pressured into it, that she wasn't really just another eager cumslut - that she was a respectable student/heroine - worthy of both fear and respect in her respective fields.
Once again, I was proving that to be a lie. Another damning indictment for Sophia to argue against the next time the topic came up. Every sexual act, every moment where she gave in - it knocked down a little more of her resistance. I'd barely had to pressure at all to get her like this, a marked difference compared to the arguments and denial I had heard plenty of after the mall. It was still hard to say how long it would take for her to actually admit defeat, to actually concede that she was little more than my personal fuckpet now - but no matter what she said or tried to deny, we both knew that it was already the truth. The way she clamps down on me as I slam inside her tells the story in a way that she could never admit. The unspoken admission that she's always wanted this. Always yearned for it. And from now on, she'd always have it.
Because I was never going to let her go. Sophia was mine now. Her final two challenges might stand unbeaten for now, but that didn't change the fact that Sophia already belonged to me. A cocksleeve in training. Loud and mouthy, quick to anger... but that was all. I eye the way her ass jiggles with every slam of my body into hers. I raise my hand.
She sees me in the mirror. "Don't you dare-" I slam my hand down on the jiggling ass-flesh, eliciting a howl of shock and rage from Sophia in the process. "-I'll actually kill you." She promises darkly. And then, once again. She settles down. She lets me continue fucking her, treating her like little more than a sex doll. Smack! Again. "You hit like a little girl. I couldn't even feel that one." I would almost believe her, if it wasn't for the visible wince in her expression. Smack! Again. Again. Again. A glimmer of pained tears now, but matched equally by the response of her body. Her bucking against me becomes more enthusiastic, her inner walls clamp down on me even harder. For all that she might rage and insist that she preferred to be in charge, the evidence was showing quite the opposite.
Finally, I slow. And I stop.
"What are you doing?" She glares at me in the mirror, somehow more offended than when I suggested we do this in the first place. "Don't tell me you actually ran out of steam after all that bluster and bullshit?" She turns to look over her shoulder instead of the mirror. "Seriously?"
I return a tight grin, reaching out to grab her hair and direct her face forward again. "Not quite. I was thinking that I haven't shown you everything yet. Seeing as you're so full of fire, I'm sure you can handle it." I pull out of one hole entirely, then, slowly, deliberately, I press against another.
She freezes. "You cannot be serious."
"I'm very serious." I tell her.
"That's not- it's dirty." Sophia complains half-heartedly - the cliche excuse coming to the fore as expected.
"How fortunate it is that we have a shower right here. But, I see you've already gone through the trouble of preparing it for me." I press forward, not quite penetrating her ass - but threatening to do so if just a bit more pressure was applied. "Perhaps you were hoping for this?"
"Not everyone is as much of a pervert as you." She spits out.
"I suppose getting you to admit something like this was always a long-shot. But I can't just let an opportunity like this pass." I spank her again, enjoying the complicated expression playing across her face in the mirror. "Maybe over the next few weeks, you'll learn to be a bit more honest with me."
"We're never interacting like this again." She growls.
I pull her hair back again, centring her view and arching her back into me. "Of course. You're going to handily defeat me before school, and that will be the end of it. That's the only thing you need to do. Quite simple. But then again, if you just lose - well. Something like this might just happen to you again." I thrust inside her in time with that last sentence, appreciating the moment that her eyes went wide and glassy as the fight and indignation leave her at once. It's tight. Tighter than anything else I've done today. Even with the preparations of the night leading up to this, I was still being clamped down on to a brutal extent. Even simply moving wasn't easy - but that was something that I knew would pass. Her body would accomodate to mine. And in the meantime, those expressions of pain and pleasure roiling across her face would be something to cherish. This wasn't something to shy away from.
Because Sophia liked it rough. The fact that she wouldn't have chosen this, if forced to choose, was the same reason that it was perfect for her. Because she wanted someone stronger than her to make the choice. Someone stronger than her to push her into it. Someone stronger than her to pin her down and take everything she has, no matter how much she might rage and protest. And I was that 'someone' now. That predator ravaging her ass with savage glee, finally taking the last of her three holes over the course of just a single day. That was what she wanted. A slow-burning romance wasn't for her. She'd found her man, and while she didn't quite have the sense to speak plainly - she knew what she wanted from me.
That's why there's no protesting from her after I give her what she's craving. No yells of indignation or cries of pain and refusal. That's for after and before this moment, when we fall back into the position of hunter and the prey. Back into a position where she can attempt to squirm her way out of things, try and twist the situation so that she is the one that comes out on top - but once we're here... she knows her place: As my submissive, breedable cumslut.
I slam home, again and again. I don't even try to fight the feeling of my impending eruption - there wouldn't be a point. She was too tight. Too needy. Too responsive. Too eager. Even if I stopped moving entirely, she'd finish the job on her own at this point. I hilt myself inside her, spraying her insides white - claiming her final hole with everything I have left in the tank, and leaving her slumped, sweating and panting against the mirror - left with nothing to do but stare at the whore in front of her that used to be a heroine.
I pull out, admiring my work with a pleased expression.
Sophia pushes herself up. "Take a picture, it will last longer."
"No need, we'll be doing this again." I smirk.
She looks away. "Told you. That isn't happening. After today."
"We'll see." I shrug. "But what about for the rest of today?"
She stomps past me, turning the shower with a flick - then turns to affix me with a dangerous scowl. "Do what you want. I'm not your mother, can't you make decisions on your own?"
I throw my hands into the air. "That's got to be a record. You were begging for more not even a full minute ago, and we're already back at insults. Are you secretly bipolar?"
"I'm not." Her scowl deepens. "I'm just letting you know, it's up to you what you do next. I don't have any opinion one way or another." She turns back to the flowing water.
A moment later, she reaches a hand back out - and slams the shower door fully open, leaving it there without turning around.
A ghost of a smile appears on my lips as I take a step towards the shower. "We're really going to have work on getting some more honesty out of you one of these days..."