Paragons 1

by Gideon Mills

  Stopping at a table that had a reserved sign on it, she sat. Lola took the right and I the left. We had a perfect view of Club Wiess. It was the best table in the place. I leaned into Fleur. “Did you call here too?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  Before I could ask her more, a man appeared with a bottle of liquor and glasses. “Ma’am,” he said. “On the house.”

  He set the bottle and glasses down and left. Looking at the bottle, even I knew that wasn’t cheap stuff.

  Sitting and sipping on the top-shelf stuff that was both tasty and strong, I watched the crowd. It was interesting to see how people danced these days. Looking down from my home I had thought I knew, but I was wrong.

  People like to talk about not being too sexual. Let me say this, here in the club, they were basically dry humping each other. They didn’t seem to care who they were with. Seeing all the people all over each other made me wish I had been here sooner.

  Clearly, I was a people watcher, and this was great. Next, to me Fleur was drinking and doing the same thing as me. I was sure that many of the heroes in the city were the same. Being aware of one's surroundings made it a lot easier to save people. It was vital in battle too. One couldn’t win a war if they didn’t know all that occurred around them.

  Club Wiess was filled with what I had to assume were some of the upper echelons of people in New York City. I was sure that in the booth next to us was the star of one of those superhero movies. She was attractive but didn’t hold a candle to either Lola or Fleur.

  After an hour or so, Lola grabbed Fleur and took her to the dance floor. I remained at the booth and watch them dance. It was no surprise that Fleur moved with unmatched grace. Her Paragon ability had given her some of the best condition I had ever seen. Her body moved in the most sensual ways against Lola’s. Not to say that Lola didn’t have some fine moves, she did. They were the center of attention on the dance floor. All the people watched as they danced. Even the other dancers were nearly running into each other on the floor as they watched Lola and Fleur.

  Watching them like that made me want both more than ever. They were hot, beyond hot. I was sure both would be some of the best sex I had ever had. It was hard to not think about, but I pushed it to the side.

  I needed to make sure we saved the city. Sex could wait. It all could. This was a nice distraction for the night, and I was going to enjoy that distraction to the fullest, but that was all it was.

  We had a mission, and I was going to fulfill that mission. My sister and Fleur’s brother needed to be stopped. And this feeling that there was something more. I had to figure that out too, solve that issue.

  After three songs the two returned to the table. Lola sat next to me and leaned in close. “You like what you saw?”

  “You know I did.”

  “Good,” Lola purred. She pressed against me, and her hand reached done and gently rubbed my crotch. “I see that you did.”

  “You’re killing me,” I groaned.

  Her scent filled me. Floral, vanilla. It was intoxicating and I wanted her even more now, her alluring beauty nearly more than I could handle. She was stunning and toying with me.

  The whole night was like that, until the very end. Lola and Fleur dancing. Followed with Lola teasing me at the table. I both loved and hated it.

  But the night was nearly ruined at the end. Right before we were about to leave, Finn arrived with a woman on his arm. I didn’t know anything about him, but by the look on Fleur’s face she wasn’t happy.

  “That filth,” Fleur said. “Bringing her here.”

  Lola leaned in. “That was me before me.”

  My eyes shot up. “Fleur had another partner before you?”

  Lola nodded. “She’s a Paragon whose ability is tech-related. Makes her smart. Not as good as me, but smart.”

  “Ah. I see.”

  The woman was cute but had a resting bitch face. Made her look angry and not very approachable. Finn had hair a similar shade as his sister and wore some of the finest clothes I had ever seen in a club. The woman had a hot pink dress on and long earrings. Her face was dolled up to almost a comical level.

  They stopped at our table. “Fancy seeing you here,” Finn said.

  Fleur glowered at him. “What do you want, Finn?”

  It was clear she wasn’t going to beat around the bush. Her face was red and nearly matched her hair. I had no doubt she was pissed and wanted to punch him in the face. I wanted to also, but this wasn’t the place for it.

  A night club like this was filled to the brim with people and their smartphones. That meant people with their cameras, and video recorders to show the world. If Fleur made that type of move, it would only add fuel to the fire for Finn and Eris.

  “This is my place,” Fleur said. “You don’t belong here.”

  The way she said my place, it was as if she owed it. Maybe she did, and it helped add to her money. It wouldn’t surprise me, the way Lola had spoken before. I let it go and focused on Finn.

  “It’s a free world, and I wanted to see my sister. I saw that you were here.” It didn’t surprise me that he learned about her being here. I’m sure it was all over the internet, what with her being a hero and an heiress. She had to draw attention everywhere she went. That had to get old. Though I rather enjoyed it back when that was the case for me, but we didn’t have social media. That I was already going sick of.

  “You’ve seen me,” Fleur said. “Now go.”

  “What, no ‘how you doing? Glad to see you. You seeing anyone?’” Finn asked with a sly smile. There was little doubt that he knew the answer, or thought he did. The man was trying to upset his sister, or it appeared to me that was his goal.

  Fleur snorted. “Like you care, or I. And I know full well you are seeing her.”

  The tone and vitriol that Fleur had for the other woman., I had never thought I would hear from her. She hated that woman. There had to be a story there, and maybe one day I would hear it.

  The three of us made our way to leave. “Finn,” Lola said. “You have a great night. Maybe you can do us all a favor and fall off a cliff.”

  Finn laughed. “It wouldn’t kill me, and you know it.”

  Lola shrugged. “A wishful thought.”

  “I’m hurt,” Finn said with a sarcastic tone, going so far to feign being hurt by placing his hand over his heart.

  “Sure, you are. We heard about all the lies you spread about us.”

  “Me, I never lie,” Finn said. “I speak only the truth.”

  Fury rose in me, and I had to control myself. In my short time here I had seen nothing but good from Fleur. There was no way she was the person Finn had described to Sebastian. Not a chance, and she proved that tonight. If she were, she would have struck him, and made Finn pay.

  Outside of the club, the three of us piled into the waiting limousine. The night had really taken a turn for the worse, and I didn’t like that one bit.

  Fleur sat across from Lola and I with her arms folded as the limousine pulled away. “Don’t let him get to you,” I said.

  “He’s just trying to make you angry,” Lola said. “You know that was always his favorite pastime.”

  “I know it was, and it worked. I’m pissed. I wanted to punch him in the face, and kick him in the balls.”

  I chuckled. “Not saying he doesn’t deserve it, and the woman too, but not the place.”

  “I know, but I did it in my head over and over.”

  That was no surprise. “I’m sorry,” I said. “He hurt you and went to rub it in. he’s not a real brother.”

  “From the way you two talk about siblings,” Lola said. “I’m lucky to be an only child.”

  “Not all siblings are bad.” Sure, many of mine were grade A douchebags, but some were good. “I like some of mine. They even help me out from time to time.”

  It wasn’t a lot since in many ways I was the redheaded step-child of the Gods. They didn’t like that I represented what they all enjoyed
most. Even the humans didn’t want to admit they loved the violence and blood. People liked to pretend they were Athena when they were actually me.

  Finn was a prime example of that. He radiated a power of wanting to shed blood. To kill whoever got in his path, and make them suffer. Fleur didn’t have that aura about her. Nor did Lola. Both of them truly wanted to do the right thing and not hurt anyone they didn’t have to.

  That was why I liked them, maybe even more. It was strange that I could tell over the last few days that I was feeling this pull to both of them. Not just that I wanted to fuck them. That was a large part of it, and I wasn’t going to deny that. Not even a little bit. I still hoped to wet my mini-me tonight with Lola. But I enjoyed their company and working with them.

  “Your brother is just another power-hungry guy,” I said. “In my life, I’ve met a few of them. We can show him what true power is.”

  Fleur shrugged. “I don’t know. My family has power, lots of it. Going up against them won’t be easy.”

  It was true that going up against men like her father wasn’t easy. That dealing with the truly wealthy was hard. But men like Midas were dealt with, and so Finn Walker could be, I had no doubt. “We can, and we will.”

  There was no hesitation in my voice, and she picked up on it.

  “You believe that,” she said.

  “I know you doubt what I say, but I am the Greek God Ares, and I have more power than you realize. My sister is a Goddess, but not an Olympian.”

  Lola was leaning against me as I spoke. While I wasn’t paying her attention, she knew I wanted her. I gripped her hand as I spoke, letting the power of Mount Olympus surge through me.

  Both women could see that I was holding on to more, and I reached out and summoned my sword and ripped it from the hallowed place that I called home. The sword too was nothing like any mortal could make, or wield.

  “I’m Ares,” I said. “God of War. I will find my sister. Make her pay, and we will restore your honor.”

  Fleur looked at me with shock and awe. “You are powerful. More than I thought. Truly God-level.”

  “God-level, indeed,” Lola said. She was next to me, and I could tell was even more turned on.

  21

  Lola

  When we arrived back at the hideout, Fleur was the first one out. She didn’t even wait for us. “Will she be okay?” I asked.

  Lola nodded. The hacker clung to me as we walked to the entrance. “She’ll be fine. That display of power,” Lola said. “That helped, and fuck I’m wet.”

  I smiled. “Someone likes powerful men.”

  Lola giggled. “I like a strong man. One that knows who he is, and what he wants.”

  “I fit that bill.” I knew exactly who I was and want I wanted. At least at this very moment. Lola led me into the building and toward the back, down a hallway and into another part of the building.

  It was a bit confusing, but we eventually found our way to her bedroom. It was a large room that surprisingly had no technology whatsoever. A generous circular bed rested in the center, covered with stuffed animals. At least a dozen of them were on the bed. The walls, painted lilac, had posters of different characters from her childhood and shelves of dolls.

  “You like?” Lola asked. Suddenly, she wasn’t as self-assured. Lola had let me into her inner sanctuary, and I loved it.

  “I do,” I said. “Very you.”

  She smiled and held my hand. I pulled her close to me. Lola was shorter than me, even though she was tall for a woman. I looked down into her eyes, those deep penetrating brown eyes.

  I leaned down to kiss her. As her lips pressed against mine her body shivered. The intensity of the kiss deepened and seemed to nearly overwhelm her. Even me. The passion behind it had been more than I anticipated.

  Her tongue darted into my mouth, and my hands slid over the silky fabric of her dress, exploring her body. They landed on her firm ass. It felt amazing. It was Lola that pulled away and directed us to the bed.

  She pushed me down and I sat on the edge. Nothing but Lola consumed me. She stood in front of me in her tight dress and took off her glasses. “You like me more with or without?”

  “With.” They were part of her and made her sexy. She slipped off the dress. Lola had perky breasts, with small pink nipples that were as hard as diamonds. She had nothing under the dress. Her pussy was clean-shaven and in my full view.

  Putting the glasses back on, she moved into my lap, and we kissed again. Her passion was intense, profound. I wanted her. Needed her. Her pussy was so wet she was dripping onto my pants.

  Taking a moment to stop kissing her, I took off my shirt, and Lola jumped up and started on my pants. In a second, I was as nude as she was.

  My cock was already hard, and ready for her. “Lie down,” she commanded.

  I obeyed. I lay down, and she crawled to me and started to kiss my body. From my feet all the way up. Skipping my hard dick. After a peck on the lips, she went back to my cock and took all of it in her mouth. Every inch of it. Damn.

  Her mouth was heavenly. It took all my strength to not to come in her mouth. I wanted to first be in her. To feel her walls against my dick.

  “I want you,” I said.

  “You have me,” she purred.

  “All of you.”

  I pulled her away from my penis and laid her down. Now it was my turn to repay the favor. Being a man of my age, I had some experience in pleasing a woman. Licking her lower lips and finding her clit, I made her orgasm.

  “Ares!” she moaned.

  After I made her climax a second time, I moved into position and teased her with my cock. “Jerk.” She slapped my chest.

  “You like it,” I said. My cock was rubbing against her. Teasing her pussy, and I could feel how wet she was for me.

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  My penis plunged deep into her, and the night turned into a blur of making love.

  22

  A new day

  I woke up the next morning beside Lola. We had stayed up much later than I thought making love. It had been some of the best I’ve had, and that was saying something, considering I’ve slept with the Goddess of Love, and many more.

  “Morning,” Lola said. She was perky and had extra bounce in her voice. “That was amazing.”

  “It was.”

  “Too bad we can’t just stay here and do that all day.”

  “I wish,” I said. Not being inside her sucked. I loved the way she made me feel as we made love. “Later.”

  “Yes.”

  We both got up and dressed. I had to put on the same clothes from the night before. Considering I hadn’t been back to my place for a full day, that was to be expected.

  Lola took me back to the business section of the building, and Fleur was already there in her superhero outfit. While not as attractive as the little black dress, she still looked stunning.

  “I hope you two got that out of your system,” Fleur said.

  Lola smirked. “Like you don’t want to be with him.”

  Fleur glared at her but didn’t deny it. That made my day. “We have work to do,” she said.

  “I know, and we will.” Lola went to her spot at the bank of computers. She really was a wizard with the things. Made me wish I had been more active in learning them. I could have learned a lot in the last thirty years, but I instead continued my training in more physical activities.

  “I need to go home and change, and if we’re hitting the streets, I need my outfit.” I refused to call it a costume. I knew they probably thought of my Greek warrior attire that way, but it wasn’t.

  “Go Greek up,” Fleur said. “We’ll be here. I want Lola to put a tap on my brother. Maybe that will lead us to your sister.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Eris is the first cog we need to take down.”

  Fleur nodded. “As much as I would like to take Finn down, Eris is the pressing matter. Then we’ll get my dirty no-good brother.”

  And whoever was behi
nd all this. I just had that feeling, and it was still there. Itching me in the back in that spot that I couldn’t reach on my own. So fucking annoying.

  It was a fast trip back to my place. I loved being a God and having all the power. I got some weird looks as I ran and leaped across the city. I heard a few people shout, “Ares!”

  I was getting a name for myself, and I liked that too. Much like the golden years of Greece or Rome. When I was at my full power. No Paragon would be able to stand up to me then. Not that any could now.

  Gathering myself, I needed to focus on the here and now. I got to my place and quickly changed. As I opened my door to leave, I was greeted by a man with a microphone, and behind him was a camera. “Ares. I’m Philip Storm from channel two,” he said. “What do you have to say about yesterday’s Paragons of America?”

  I stood there frozen in place in complete shock at being ambushed by a reporter. This was common to celebrities, but I wasn’t one. How they found me, I had no clue. What was it that most people said when they don’t want to talk about something? “No comment,” I said.

  “It painted you in a very bad light,” Philip said. “You and White Angel.”

  I groaned. “Look, I’m new here, but I know this. White Angel is a hero. Looking out for the best of the city. As am I.”

  I pushed past the man and started to make my way back to Fleur. “Ares, you attacked one of the biggest heroes, ThunderBolt.”

  That caused me to hesitate, and I spun around. “The Times proved that he was a fraud.”

  Philip shrugged. “Maybe. Who knows these days.”

  “White Angel and I were attacked here, by Eris and her minions. Looking to take out us. They failed. We didn’t attack them. They attacked us. If we were so bad, why didn’t we kill them? Why didn’t we harm them? We had them arrested. That isn’t what villains do. Or did I miss something?”

  With that, I leaped into the air and away from the man. I hadn’t seen him on TV before, but I’m sure I would soon.