Only then did he reach for the buttons of her jeans, pushing them down and revealing a pair of lacy black panties. He stroked her mound a few times through the fabric, smiling as she squirmed and whimpered. She was shaved bare, but there was just a tender prickle of new growth there that she knew he loved.
“I want you,” he muttered. “Will you get on the floor?”
“Not like I'm going to get any dirtier,” she retorted, and she dropped to her knees, turning around.
She hesitated for a moment, because the floor was cement and indeed as filthy as she had told him it was, but then she shrugged and crouched down, making sure that her knees were cushioned by her jeans, which were still half on.
For a moment, she was struck by the vulnerability of her position. She was half naked, on the dirty cement floor of her studio, and when she looked down, her round white arms made a vivid contrast to the smooth cement floor. Even the hardness of the floor against her elbows was a sensual thing, and she arched her back, dipping her belly to the floor and raising her buttocks up higher.
Behind her, she heard Bellaron chuckle as he knelt behind her.
“Something went through your mind right then,” he noted, coming up behind her. “Something really got to you. I could smell your desire swell and....”
She shivered as he eased her panties down her thighs. His fingers were warm when they touched her slit, and now even she could smell her own arousal.
“And look at how wet you are, you dirty little thing.” There was nothing but love in his voice, and she shuddered deeply. That was what she loved, the contrast between being crouched down for him, half-dressed in the middle of her studio, and the intense love and respect she knew he had for her.
“More of that,” she whispered, pressing her hips back toward him. “More of that, tell me more.”
He chuckled, but his laugh was a little strained, and she felt the heat of his hard cock press hard against her hip, just teasing for now.
“Oh, do you want to be told what a filthy girl you are?” he asked, his voice dark and with a slight hint of menace. There was a danger there that she knew wasn't real, but still it called out something primal in her. Yes, she wanted to be dirty, she wanted to be used, and oh god above, she loved him so much...
“Yes, yes,” she moaned. She tried to spread her legs wider, but her jeans prevented her from doing so.
“That's right, look at you, on the floor for me, with your ass up in the air. That's what you like, isn't it, darling?”
A soft caress against the cheek of her rear turned into a brisk spank, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh and her startled yelp echoed throughout the room.
“Oh!”
“You love that too,” he taunted, rubbing the affected spot before spanking her again.
“You love being on your knees, and you love getting your ass spanked, don't you, dear?”
She squirmed and whimpered, and every word out of her mouth was yes, yes, yes. She rocked back and forth as his hand came down again and again, peppering her soft flesh with blows that turned her pale skin bright red. When he stopped to rake his blunt nails over the inflamed skin of her rear, her moan was deep and needing, and finally, she turned her head to look at him pleadingly.
“Please don't make me wait any more, Bellaron. I'm ready, I'm so ready...”
“Mmm, I'm not sure I could wait any longer either, love,” he purred.
She sighed, dropping her head to her hands as he started to push the tip of his cock into her wet folds. Since becoming pregnant, she was more sensitive than she had been before, even slightly tighter, and this part of their play had become a little more careful. Instead of pounding into her immediately as he would have before, now he only rocked into her, entering her slowly and a little more deeply with every thrust.
“Is that all right, dear?” he whispered, and she nodded, almost incoherent with the pleasure of being filled with such care and such gentleness.
In a matter of moments, he was all the way inside, and for a moment, they simply stayed still, allowing her to become accustomed to the way that he was stretching her.
His hands on her hips were gentle, and he leaned some of his weight over her back, kissing her bare skin tenderly.
“Yes?” he asked, his voice breathless, and she nodded.
“Yes and always, my love,” she replied, and he started to thrust.
This was different than the mad joinings that had characterized the earlier parts of their courtship, when they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. She had left deep scratches on his back when he brought her to climax, and she had felt a pleasant soreness between her legs for hours after each encounter. Now there was no pain at all, but the passion was still there, and as he surged into her, she felt the deep wellness in her soul that she was exactly where she was meant to be, with precisely the right man who loved every part of her.
“You're so beautiful,” he muttered. “So very, very beautiful, my love.”
She moaned a response, and then that moan took a deeper note when his hand slid around her hip to find her clit. His clever fingers toyed with it, sending shocks of pleasure down her legs and making her shiver. He continued thrusting inside her, setting a rhythm to their pleasure that thudded along with her heartbeat, and the two sensations together started to stretch her, to bring her pleasure to a thunderous climax.
Behind her, Apple could feel her husband pushing into her with greater insistence. He wanted her, he needed her, and she could tell that he was on the verge of climaxing, but still he held back.
“You first,” he whispered, and that was all it took for her to explode into shooting stars and fireworks, the sensations sweeping over her body and drawing a sharp scream past her clenched teeth. Bellaron thrust one more time into her, harder and more sharply than he had before. She could feel his cock jerk inside her, and she was filled with his cum, a sensation that only added to the riot of things she was feeling.
Her orgasm drew out, and when she was finally shuddering in the aftershocks, she felt him ease out of her. With a sigh, she slowly slumped down on her side and then her back, her legs still tangled up in her jeans. The cold cement floor felt frigid to her buttocks, which had already lost most of the sting from the spanking, but she didn't care.
“You're going to get dirty,” Bellaron pointed out, kneeling above her. She loved him like this, looking down at her with his hair mussed and his clothes disheveled. When he buttoned up his trousers, she had a brief pang that there was not more time for another round.
“I don't care,” she sighed, stretching out on the floor. After a moment, she pulled her panties and her jeans back on before reaching for her discarded bra.
“I'm just about done here for the day anyway,” she said. “Give me a ride home to clean up before you go to work?”
He nodded, offering her a hand up. He couldn't resist a final lingering kiss dropped on her mouth, but when she gave him a playful shove, he escorted her to the car.
Chapter Two
In addition to his work as one of the superheroes of Colossal City, Bellaron also owned The Hunt, one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. He had spent most of the last few years as the executive chef at The Hunt, but his work for the city and his time with Apple drew him away. While he was still there most nights, he had been talking about training up a replacement in the kitchen, allowing him more time to himself.
They drove in companionable silence to the apartment that they shared, an attractive brownstone on the same block as the restaurant, and Apple stripped to the skin, gratefully depositing her clothes in the hamper.
He graciously gave her the first shower, and when she emerged, dripping wet and clean, she shoved him playfully when he reached for her again.
“Shower first,” she teased, “and then we'll see if you have time for more when you get out.”
“Mmm, I'll be fast,” he promised.
She stretched out on the king-sized bed that they shared, l
uxuriating in the thick, fluffy comforters. Creature comforts like this had been foreign to her when she was still a struggling artist, but now, with her art career taking off and living with the man who owned one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city, all of that had changed. Somehow, she was never quite convinced of her own personal Cinderella story, but she woke up next to the reality of it every day.
Idly, she turned on the television, looking for something to keep her occupied while she waited for her husband to emerge from the shower, but what she saw made her eyes widen.
“Bellaron!”
Her shout made her husband burst out of the bathroom, soaking wet and spraying water everywhere. Even naked, he was ready for battle, and it took him a moment to calm down when he realized that there were no invaders in the home and that Apple was not hurt.
“Love, what's the matter?”
She pointed a shaking finger to the television, which showed a very familiar face.
Vicky Campbell, action reporter and one of the most famous journalists in the city, was more than just a respected member of the local news program. She was the wife of the superhero, the Ghost, and over the past few months of interacting with the superheroes of Colossal City, Apple had come to know many of them and their spouses. She counted Vicky as her friend, and now she was in serious fear for her friend's life.
The scene at Ardaway Park, the enormous green area at the heart of the city, was one of barely controlled chaos. There were three enormous ships stationed above the trees, and the winds from their engines whipped the greenery around as strongly as a hurricane.
Vicky was hanging on to her microphone like grim death, and she stood obviously braced against the force of the wind.
“We're still uncertain right now as to what these visitors mean and what they intend for us,” she was saying, “and according to Mayor McIntyre's orders, the park has been evacuated. Even now, though, I can see stragglers trying to get away, and yet there is still no sign of any contact from within these ships...”
“Do you recognize those ships?” Apple whispered.
Bellaron shot her an amused look. “Do you know the make and model of the cars commonly driven by people in Uzbekistan?” he asked. “I traveled the galaxy, darling, I didn't stop and study ships while I did it.” Bellaron shook his head. “They could merely be curious about Earth. Perhaps they are even a diplomatic corps. Still and all, though, I should be down there.”
“In case things go poorly?”
“Exactly,” he agreed, planting a kiss on her mouth. “Do not worry, darling. I'll be there, and if Vicky is there, that means that Bryan can't be far behind.”
Bryan Hillman was the millionaire alter ego of the Ghost, but he had often claimed that more important than either was his position as Vicky Campbell's husband. The thought of that gentle man going into danger as well made Apple's heart clench, but she knew that both Bryan and Bellaron were more than fit to handle anything the world threw at them.
“Be safe,” she said, pressing a hand to her belly. “Please.”
“I'll be fine,” he promised. “Look, you can even watch on television, see?”
He gave her another kiss on the cheek, and before Apple could reply, he swung himself out on their fire escape and leaped. Before he hit the ground, he was an enormous gray wolf, leggy and powerful, and he started the run to the park.
Apple told herself that there was nothing to be worried about, and she dressed quickly, putting on a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt, before sitting back down to watch.
Vicky and her camera crew were edging ever closer to the ships, and Apple could see the powerful curiosity that motivated everything that Vicky did. She was a tall lean woman with a mane of black, black hair, and her grace and beauty often made Apple feel just a little dumpy and plain. They had taken to each other like ducks to water though, and now Apple watched, heart in her throat as Vicky drew closer to first contact with whoever was in the ship.
Just as she was almost directly in front of the first ship, lights lit up along the edges, and that pattern of light was terrifyingly to Apple.
“No...” she whispered, and the lights dialed faster.
On the screen, Vicky tensed, and that was before two lasers spat out from the ship, obliterating trees on either side of the intrepid reporter.
Vicky shouted once and the camera rocked, but Apple was on her knees, clutching her belly and staring in shock.
“No, no, no,” she moaned.
She was the light of Naith, the last part of a destroyed planet that had followed Bellaron to Earth. She held the memories and the spirit of the entire planet, and now, her memory was telling her in no uncertain terms that those lights brought destruction and chaos and death.
Even as Vicky staggered to her feet, a hatch on the lead ship opened and the being that floated down looked every inch like an angel out of Biblical legend.
He was naked except for a white linen kilt wrapped around his waist, and the wings that sprouted from his back were broad and beautifully white. There was an eerie perfection to his features that Apple could see as the brave cameraman zoomed in, and something utterly unforgiving about the angel's perfection.
That was how they had looked before they destroyed an entire planet, Apple knew, and she started to shake.
Vicky, who had no idea, drew closer to the angel, and for a moment, he smiled at her.
She started to speak, but then the angel took her arm in what looked like an easy grasp. From the way that Vicky struggled, however, a sharp cry escaping her lips, it was as if she had been trapped in an iron grasp.
“We are looking for the Psalms of Istarte,” he said, his voice clear and cold. “We will not stop until we have it, and this woman will be the first to die.”
Apple tore herself away from the television, her heart beating like a rabbit’s. Her eyes went straight to the secret safe in the wall where the precious book was hidden, and she lunged for it, pressing the button that made the wall slide away to reveal the safe and then pressing the combination in with shaking fingers.
She could use it to transform her husband into any manner of terrifying animals, and now, with the angels here and searching, she had to get it to him at all costs.
For a moment, she touched her belly, apologizing to her unborn baby for what was about to happen, and she shoved her feet into her sneakers and headed for the door.
Chapter Three
The streets of Colossal City were chaos, and Apple would never have made much headway if she hadn't known the city well. She skipped the main streets, and instead dodged through the alleys and side streets.
She was getting closer and closer, but she did not expect to be found before she even came to the park itself.
“There she is!”
The cry startled her, and when she looked up, she was confronted by two of Colossal City's heroes.
Archer Speedlight was a tall muscular man who carried a bow made from light, and she had seen him bring down an alien ship with a single well-placed energy arrow. He stood on the roof of a nearby building, and as she watched, he hopped down to street level like a boy hopping over a curb.
Straight behind him was the purple-haired alien woman Lynxonna, who had once helped Apple realize who and what she truly was. She cared about Lynxonna deeply, but now she couldn't understand why she was seeing her and Archer.
“What are you doing here?” she protested. “Shouldn't you be helping the others fight?”
“We're here for the book,” Archer said briskly. “The boss says that under no circumstances are we to allow you and the book in any combination near the park, and we need the book to bait a trap. We can use it to bring them all out, and then to destroy them.”
Apple bared her teeth at him, hugging the book more closely to her chest.
“I don't take orders from you, and I don't take orders from Lynxar either,” she said, referring to the leader of the superheroes of the city. Lynxar had fallen to Earth while en ro
ute to help Bellaron's home planet against these very invaders, and though relations between the two had improved, they were still at odds more often than not.
“Your beloved is in agreement,” Lynxonna said, stepping forward. She was taller than Archer, an Amazon with vivid eyes and a generous smile, and she could make even large men feel small.
“He tells you to stay away at all costs. Remember, the book is useless without you, and we have hopes to draw the angels out of their ships without any further harm coming to the city.”
Apple stared at the alien woman intently. She didn't know Archer, but she knew Lynxonna, and she knew that Lynxonna would rather break her own arms than lie.
“You swear?” she demanded. “You swear to me on your life that that's what Bellaron said?”
Lynxonna nodded immediately. “I swear on my life, that of my husband Mayor Mike McIntyre, and that of the children we will someday have. There is no more sacred vow for me.”
Apple relented, and handed her the book, which she held with reverence.
“Keep yourself safe, little Apple,” Lynxonna said, springing back up on the building. “Go somewhere where you can hide until this is all over.”
“I can do something besides hide,” Apple said stubbornly.
Archer laughed. “If you can keep up with Bellaron, I'll bet you can,” he said with a grin. “My best girls, Dawn and Aurora, are holed up two blocks over at the Helping Hands soup kitchen. They're gonna wait out the disaster there, and they're gonna help where they can. Bet they'd like to see you, miss.”
Lynxonna and Archer bounded out of sight, and Apple turned south to where she knew the Helping Hands soup kitchen was. She could not fight like the super-powered heroes could, but she could help in her own way.
Chapter Four
The Helping Hands soup kitchen was all but deserted when she got there, and when she rapped on the door, it was opened for her immediately.
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