by Simon Archer
Her breath hitched, and she moaned as the cool air of her room hit her dampness until the panties were no more, and she was left exposed and open. Heat rolled from her pussy, and it was incredibly inviting to simply dive my tongue into her, but I resisted. I would give in eventually, but I wanted her to beg, and beg she would once I was done with her.
“I liked those…” she breathed out, though there weren’t any ill feelings in her words.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” I replied, my lips hovering just over her clit. I could smell her arousal as I ever so slightly teased the tip of the blade over her crease. I wondered what it was about the danger that got her so riled up, but I imagined that it was the risk. One false move with too much pressure behind it and I could stab her. I never would, but it took an insane amount of trust to let someone run a dagger over your privates and get off on it. I took that as a win in my book.
She hissed as the chilled metal cooled her lips and moaned, arching closer to my mouth. “Nick…”
“What is it, lovely?” I asked, falsely innocent to what I was doing to her.
“I want to come,” she purred, and she tried again to gain access to my mouth by thrusting her hips. Again, I pulled back just out of her reach, but enough that she could feel the breath of my reply.
“Beg,” I whispered, and she shook from the anticipation.
“Please,” she obeyed without hesitation. “Please make me come.”
I smirked devilishly and dragged the hilt of the blade over her opening, pressing it in just the tiniest bit, enough for Kristen to whine and push herself onto it more.
“Oh, you are so eager,” I teased, and I moved the end of the hilt out of her, then in again, “but wait just a little while longer. You’re doing so well.”
“Fuck,” she drawled and bit her lip to keep herself in check. Her body rocked onto the hilt even further, but I consciously kept it from going too far, mostly out of fear that she would get hurt if she took more in.
With my other hand, I reached up and easily undid the latch on the front of her bra, which barely did much to contain her breasts as it was. They bounced as they were freed, and her pink nipples perked up almost instantly.
“You are absolutely stunning, my Aurora,” I complimented and kissed her along the inside of her thighs. Yes, Aurora suited her nicely. She glowed like the colors that reflected in the night sky and embraced her darkness to turn it into something beautiful.
Kristen nodded, tears peeking in the corners of her eyes with the need to release, and her lip trembled as she moaned again.
“Please, let me come for you,” she begged even more, “please, please, please.”
I hesitated, but only to put the dagger aside, and then latched my lips to her pussy, obliging her. The groan that slid from my throat was inescapable. Kristen Barbur was the most delicious forbidden fruit that I had ever tasted. I lapped at her hungrily and rolled my tongue around her clit without mercy. I wanted to taste every drop of the sweet juices she would let me have.
My wait wasn’t long. Kristen’s fingers tightened into her own curls, and her legs tightened around my face as she came hard into my expectant mouth. She gushed and kept gushing until she was shaking and her moans filled the room unabashedly. I wanted her to stain my lips so that I could taste her at all times.
When she was spent, I sat up, slowly easing myself on top of her. I was still rock hard, and I was sure she felt my cock on her leg, throbbing with my own need.
“Use me,” she purred. “Fuck me and come all over me.”
I found myself blushing at such direct language, but it also went straight to my dick, and it twitched with just the idea of it. Without a word, I shifted my weight and slid right into her welcoming warmth. I gave her a moment to adjust to my size, and she rolled her hips when she was ready.
There was no more waiting, no more teasing. I slammed my cock into Kristen Barbur hard and fast. Our skin smacked together with a loud clap, and I was beyond caring who heard us. Matt could have walked in right at this very moment, and he wouldn’t have been able to stop me. I slipped a hand into Kristen’s hair for purchase and drew her into a bruising kiss as she moaned my name repeatedly.
I was already so close, and it was only a matter of minutes before I was pulling myself out and spilling my seed onto her stomach, making even more of a mess of her as I moaned.
We sat motionless for a long moment, simply drinking in one another as we were covered in sweat and sex. Yes, she definitely had the glow of an aurora like this. It was a sight that I didn’t want to get used to, but one that I could see myself loving every night.
She blinked at me a few times, then grinned wildly as she laughed.
“So, how about that ice cream date now?”
18
Matt
When I’d gotten word that there was some action going on downtown, I had just gotten back to my room. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around what I heard on the other side of Kristen’s door, and I didn’t want to think about it. I wasn’t angry, that much I knew. My blood wasn’t boiling, nor were there any signs of losing control of myself and turning.
Nick was… good. He and I didn’t always see eye to eye, but his heart was in the right place. Yeah, he was still Inferno’s son, and the fear that I would let myself get close to him again and he would turn to the other side still niggled at the back of my mind, but at the end of the day, I couldn’t blame him for his father’s wrongdoings. Not anymore.
His girls adored him and rightfully so, I supposed. Nick went out of his way to treat them well, as he should. All of them deserved to be pampered and treated by someone who put them first. Jealousy crossed my mind, but that wasn’t it either.
As much as I liked the girls, Andie, Kara, and Aylin, they weren’t my type. Hell, I wasn’t even really sure what my type was, but if there was anything I’d noticed, it was that girls, in general, didn’t really do it for me. Not that it mattered. I’d already come to terms with that, but it wasn’t something I wanted to shout to the world either.
I think, more than anything, I didn’t want to be second to Nick when it came to my sister. She was all I had, and, well, if she had Nick, that left me alone, which was something that I wasn’t ready to cope with.
So, I buried myself in the mission at hand, desperate to think about Kristen or Nick or my sexuality. Not even an hour later, here I stood in the shadows, waiting to make my move on a geomancer that’d been playing with the cops all night as though they were his personal toys. From what I could tell, it didn’t matter how the cops tried to pin him down. He blocked bullets by creating a shield out of the street, then used it to send spikes that punctured holes in the bottoms of their vehicles. Flying in helicopters or hover-cars wasn’t helpful either. All he had to do was leap into the air and then manipulate the air to send them spiraling out of control.
“Malik,” Inferno grumbled beside me. While I was loath to stand beside him, knowing what he’d done to my family, I had no choice. Maybe it was Nick’s influence that kept me from outright murdering his father in cold blood, but I chalked it up to not wanting to be labeled a murderer.
“Friend of yours?” I asked half-joking.
“Not exactly,” Inferno replied, “though he would make a great ally.”
I ignored the latter end of his comment. “What’s his gimmick?”
“You’re looking at it, Barbur,” he bit out. “He’s a geomancer, one of the most deadly I’ve ever seen, and that means he controls more than just stone. Any natural elements, he can make them dance on a dime. Been around the cell block a few times, too, if you know what I mean.”
“Heh, of course, he’d been catching some tail,” Niji sniggered. “He’s kinda sexy.”
I supposed he was. Malik had lightly tanned skin was pulled taut over his bare chest, and though I could barely make them out, his eyes were golden like honey. Muscles rippled under his skin, and dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun on the back of his head. Still, I di
dn’t make a habit of looking at other men, not really. I just had to take Niji’s word for it.
“He means he’s been arrested before, Niji,” I corrected him to change the subject.
“Oh, I know that,” he answered with a cocky lilt in his tone. “I just happen to think that he gets around in other ways, too.”
That was another statement I chose to ignore. We had bigger problems to worry about than how much ass this Malik guy was getting. I also didn’t want to think about sex after hearing my twin sister with Nick. Let’s just say I had to do my level best to dampen down our link then.
Yeah, nope. Moving on.
“So, what do we do about it?” I pressed, desperate to take my mind off it, and looked over at Inferno. “Sounds like you’ve had a few rows with him.”
“Indeed I have,” Inferno boasted. “Malik is a tricky one. Can’t pin him down with any sort of material since he can warp it to his whim, anyway. At the end of the day, my hellfire is still fire, am I right?”
“Really?” Niji stood upright a little and looked between Inferno and Malik. “Even manmade materials?”
Inferno reeled back and narrowed his eyes on Niji. “Does it matter?”
“It does.” I locked eyes with Niji, who shifted under the weight of my gaze. “It’s in the name of his power, isn’t it? He’s a geomancer. He can manipulate natural surfaces, you said so himself.”
“So what?” Inferno seemed bored with that analysis. “So can most supers with individual elemental powers.”
“He means that if we want to pin Malik down, he has to be captured with man-made material, something synthetic,” Niji finished my thoughts for me and smirked.
Inferno considered this and nodded slowly. “Yes, that could work. However, I think we’re better just taking him out.”
Both Niji and I looked at him relatively dumbstruck.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked bewilderedly. “There’s absolutely no reason for that.”
“Don’t question me, Barbur,” Inferno snapped back. “You think you know everything just because you had one good idea.”
“With all due respect, My Lord,” Niji intervened, “what is the purpose of killing him?”
“He’s a menace!” Inferno insisted. “This man has broken out of jail no less than seven times because they can’t find a way to contain his powers. Even when they use manmade materials, they have to give him air, right? That alone is a weapon for him.” He shook his head gravely, the air around him snapping with heat. “Someone that powerful is too dangerous to live.”
“If you’re using logic, so are you.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, but after they’d been said, I hardly regretted them. I knew I was right.
“What did you say to me?” Inferno hissed. That wash of heat around him concentrated into his clenching fists and licks of his infamous hellfire drifted off him. Sure, I could regenerate from near-fatal injuries, but I also knew that Inferno could turn me into ash, and there was no coming back from that. At that moment, I thought for sure that he was going to break his promise to Nick that he wouldn’t kill me.
“Enough, My Lord.” Niji put his hand on Inferno’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him, but that only seemed to make things worse. In the blink of an eye, Inferno’s eyes ignited, quite literally, and he snatched Nji by the front of his uniform, the material bunching in Inferno’s fist as he lifted him off the ground.
“Don’t you lay your hands on me again!” Inferno threatened.
Fear flashed before Niji’s eyes, and it stung in a place that I hadn’t felt for anyone that wasn’t Kristen in a long time. Before I could think about it, I lunged forward, grabbed Niji around the shoulder, and pulled him away from a rather surprised Inferno’s gasp. Before he got his wits about him, I shoved him back for good measure.
“Don’t take your anger towards whatever’s got your feathers ruffled today out on him,” I warned, a growl roiling in the back of my throat. “You don’t want to get Nick involved with your fuck-ups again, do you?”
It was a low blow, but I needed to keep Inferno focused. Plus, honestly, he deserved it. Funny how he was supposed to be the professor out here teaching us. The only thing I’d learned from him so far was that he was still batshit crazy, no matter how he tried to pull the wool over everyone else’s eyes.
Still, I did wonder about Inferno’s sudden change in demeanor. When we took out the bandits in the art district, Inferno was much more cool and composed, even if he was still pretty crazy. He was different now. Something was eating at him. I could smell it coming off him with my bestial senses, and I could see it in the way he fidgeted as he stared down Niji and me like there was an internal struggle.
Was that part of Malik’s power? No, that didn’t make sense. This was pure, all-natural crazy.
“Inferno, we came here on a mission, remember?” I tried to reason with him as I put a little more distance between us, not that it would help if he did decide to incinerate us. “Malik is on the other side of the street, killing innocent people with his powers for sport.”
Something flashed in his eyes as the struggle between good and evil within him clashed, and the smell of indecision was thick in the air around him. Was this really how the mind of a villain worked?
No, villains didn’t question their actions. They simply destroyed for the sake of destroying without a care about who was involved. Inferno was a man that was struggling to get better, as though being a villain had become an addiction to him and he was going through withdrawal. For a split second, I felt sorry for him, but it quickly passed when I remembered why I hated him in the first place.
“Matt, we should get out of here,” Niji whispered. “We need to take out Malik.”
Niji was right, though I heard the apprehension in his tone about leaving behind his lord. For a moment, I was struck with concern and indecision myself. I didn’t know how exactly Inferno ran his country and ruled his people. Maybe he would torture or kill Niji for going against him. I knew that wasn’t above his wheelhouse of punishments, but I was going to make sure he didn’t put his hands on Niji.
All the while, Inferno stared us down, still wracked by indecision as flames licked around him. What were the rules of a ride-along if your instructor went insane? I somehow doubted that there was anything in the student handbook about this.
“Our job is to protect people,” I said slowly, “so that’s what we’re going to do, Inferno. If you come after us, and you put more people’s lives in jeopardy, I will fight you, and you will lose.”
As I said the words, I felt confident that I could at least keep Malik occupied until stronger heroes showed up, but the look in Inferno’s eyes shifted again. There was a softness that hadn’t been there all night, something that I recognized to be a look generally reserved for Nick, and his scent calmed.
“It’s funny.” Inferno chuckled as his shoulders relaxed. “Nicky said something like that to me once. He was little then, but he meant every word of it. I believed him. Not that he would have been able to stop me, but now? He has the power to conquer the world if he wanted and make everyone bow to him, even me.”
I shook my head. “Look, whatever moment you’re having, we need to put it on a back burner. We’re running out of time.”
“Hm?” Inferno looked perplexed, but only until the pavement beneath our feet started to rumble. We looked down the street where we had hidden to watch until we had a plan of action to find the very person we were hiding from staring back at us.
“Well, this is a fine pickle.” Inferno huffed and took a battle stance. “I’ll take him head-on. Sneak around him and attack from the back.
I didn’t wait for any further instruction, because that wasn’t a half-bad plan. The beast in me didn’t need any coaxing to come forth. My bones cracked and melted as my muscles rippled and expanded, fur erupted from my body as claws and razor-sharp teeth tore forth in a split second. Before Malik could react, I threw Niji on my back as I
leapt to the nearest building, my claws sinking into the concrete as I climbed up the side and around Malik.
Of course, the villain had been expecting that, and he slammed his fist into the side of the structure. The concrete cracked then started to melt as the structural beams beneath the outer facade overheated. The steel burned red hot, and that infused the rest of the building, searing my feet and claws as it melted into slag. If I didn’t move, we’d be engulfed in molten rock.
I needed to get us away, and I needed to do it now. Even as my healing factor fought the growing burns, I bit back the pain and turned upward. The upper floors of the building hadn’t been compromised yet, but it was only a matter of time before the heat from the building’s structure caused it to collapse into the alley and, more importantly, the building next to it.
“Hang on,” I growled to Niji, and he clung to me tighter as I climbed upward for all I was worth. My powerful strides and leaps shot us ever upward, ascending rapidly as we desperately tried to outspeed the crumbling building below. Thankfully, Inferno stepped in then, distracting Malik with some kind of verbal tirade. I couldn’t hear it over the blood rushing through my veins, but I didn’t care. They traded blasts of fire and torrents of stone as they blasted their way out of the alley.
With Malik focused on Inferno, the heat subsided, but that wouldn’t stop the building from collapsing. Too much damage had already been done. Still, it gave me the chance to get Niji and me across the roof toward the next nearest building. I darted across the roof as fast as my feet could carry us, all the while being chased by the quickly crumbling building.
“Matt, hurry!” Niji yelled to me, but there was no need. I could feel myself losing my footing as the collapse chased us like a hungry animal looking for its next meal.