Chapter Eighteen
Superheroine Flames
“Mowzolinn could attack Chrontropolis with a blizzard,” Wendy answered, twisting to glance back at Zotorro.
“The weather-manipulating machines Zavier said you found, following your flame by using a holo frame.” Zotorro moved beside them. “Zion, can you shut down the bio-machine creature with your system if I mind-connect and get into trouble? Or do I need Wendy to flame him?”
“I’d rather not risk my system. He could have a back-up intrusion for any kind of data collection or sabotage. Are you holy certain, you want to chance a connection?”
“Not holy or unholy certain. If it can gain us an advantage, I want to give it a try.”
Wendy shifted to face Zotorro. “If he, or it, stays unconscious, how would I know when to flame the bastard?”
“Hold my hand, fire princess. If my vibrational energy changes, fry him through and through.”
“Too risky.” Zion balked, not about to put her in that kind of danger.
“Zion, shoot my flame through your system. We can stay right here,” Wendy suggested, her gaze appealing to him.
“Surround the cell with her fire. Add it to the shield,” Zotorro suggested.
Zion frowned at his brother. “Wendy, you were drained. And you just used your flame again. Do you really think you’re up to this?”
“First combine my fire with the shield. I’ll see how I feel.”
“What about you, little brother? We were worn down to useless nubs. Are you recovered enough to give this a try?”
“I did a practice run.” Zotorro took hold of Wendy’s hand. “I touched his sentience. That’s all.”
Zion scowled, not liking the whole thing. Still, he carefully opened a channel to the shield and formed a holo entrance. “Go,” he directed.
Wendy aimed her finger, her flame flying toward the screen. Within a few moments her fire augmented the shield around the gray creature’s cell. “I’m okay.”
“Make it fast,” Zion told Zotorro.
“Contacting now,” Zotorro answered, his tone low with concentration.
Looking back and forth, Zion observed his brother while keeping track of the shield.
“Downloading information,” Zotorro reported.
Suddenly the screen flared to a bright blinding orange. Zotorro fell to his knees, groaning with pain, his hands pressed to his temples.
“Flamed the damn bio machine,” Wendy announced.
“What happened?” Furiously, Zion checked through his system while sealing the cell with another layer of shielding.
“I think Zotorro’s mind-connect brought the gray bastard back to consciousness,” Wendy answered as she scooted off his lap and knelt next to Zotorro.
His fingers a blur, Zion completed his run-through then checked the cell. Unconscious again, the gray bio machine had collapsed to the floor in an awkward position, as if carelessly tossed. Spinning around in his chair, he saw Wendy holding Zotorro’s hand between her palms. She seemed to be feeding him her fire energy. “How is he?”
“I’m okay.” Zotorro raised his head.
“You don’t look okay. You’re white as a ship’s sail. What happened?”
“Overload. Too much too fast.” Zotorro sat back and shook his head as if to clear it. “I don’t think whoever designed that machine creature thought anyone would try to contact its sentience.”
“What do you need me to do?” Zion asked, concerned as pure fucking hell.
“Give me one of your portable pads. There’s info on the surface I can enter. It will take me longer to sort through the deeper knowledge I gathered.”
Zion automatically reached into his side compartment, bringing out an electronic entry pad that wasn’t connected to his system. Handing it over, he studied his brother’s eyes and face, relieved to see his color returning. “Is he okay?” he asked Wendy.
“He’ll recover.” She let go of Zotorro’s hand. From her tone, Zion knew she was relieved and believed her words.
Zotorro stroked the side of Wendy’s face. “Thanks, princess. If I didn’t need to keep my focus, get all this out while I still remember the details, I’d kiss those sugar sexy lips of yours.” Rising to his feet, he began inputting what he’d discovered. Still entering the info, he pivoted toward the elevator, slowly sauntering. “Need privacy for a while,” he called back.
“Take your time,” Zion encouraged, and then frowned a bit. He raged with curiosity about what Zotorro had discovered. He raged more for Wendy. He patted his thigh. “Come on, kitten.”
“I think I sensed something.” Woozily, she stood, her eyes hazy.
Leaping up, he caught her against him. “What’s wrong?”
Her hand flattened on her forehead. “Fuzzy...fuzzy...fuzzy,” she murmured. “If only I could see it.”
“See what?” Gently, he lifted her against his side, carrying her back to the chair. Settling them, he peered into her eyes. Startled, he stared at the actual sparks of fire jumping in her eyes. God, he hoped it was normal for her in her evolution as a superheroine.
“I think it was where,” she paused, “it was born. Or created.”
“‘It’ being the bio machine?”
She nodded.
“Can you see anything more clearly now?”
She blinked once, slowly. “Humongous transparent tubes. I don’t know if they’re attached or hanging from the ceiling. They’re arranged neatly. Forms... I see forms inside. I think they’re in different stages of development.” Suddenly she jerked. “I see blue sky.”
“Blue sky?” he asked as calmly as he could.
“Double wowza! I think the facility, or whatever it is, is above the debris and ash blanket. Above the clouds.”
“There are only two mountain peaks that are believed to rise above the cloud blanket.”
“Two.” She blinked several times and moved restlessly, as if coming back to full awareness. “Maybe that’s where Mowzolinn’s or the Elite’s labs are. Or only the Divine knows what.” She straightened, and then rested against his chest. “What horrors they’re manufacturing.”
“They must create enough atmosphere up there, inside the facility.”
“Then it’s true. Superheroes don’t have the ability to breathe well at that height.”
“True, so far. Zavier keeps experimenting, though, flying as high as he can and staying for as long as he can.” Zion smoothed his hand in circles over her back and shoulder, thinking. “I’ve been working on a breathing mask, to amplify the oxygen.”
“I wonder if there’s a way inside, beneath the thin atmosphere?”
“Something to work on. For now, it’s back to sorting out the current crisis.”
She nodded, the softness of her cheek pressing against him. Zion caressed down her hair, marveling at its silkiness and length. If they could destroy any facility belonging to the Black Force Elite, they could gain an immense advantage.
“What are you going to do with that thing if you can’t use it as a conduit?” she asked.
“Probably let a lab team of our own slice and dice, discover its secrets.”
“A donkey good thing it’s not cute and cuddly.”
Zion rocked her closer. “Talk about cute and cuddly,” he began.
“Oh no,” she moaned, interrupting. “I feel all explosive inside.”
“Like you’re going to blow up?” His gut roiled with fear.
“No-o-o-o-o,” she moaned more loudly. “The kind of explosive you want, you humping super dog.” Wendy undulated, becoming more and more frenzied as he watched. “Want to fire your jets?”
Before he blasted to mindless need, Zion scanned her vitals, and scrutinized the data quickly. “Your flame, kitten. The more you use it, the hotter you get. Sexually.”
“Well, damn goodie for you!” Whipping around to face him, she straddled his cock.
Zion reached around her writhing curves, setting his system on emergency warning only. “My r
oom,” he commanded. “I’ve wanted you there forever.”
Ignoring his rod, which was rearing up like a stallion for her, he embraced her tightly and stood. Using some of his super speed, he placed them in the elevator. When she wrapped her legs around his hips and recklessly thrust against his cock, he seized her ass cheeks, helping her grind against him. Heat and smoke took over his blood, and he claimed her mouth. Their tongues twined. Tangling slowly at first, it soon became a furious dance, both of their tongues sinuous and primal.
The moment the door whirred open, he speed-traveled them into his room and toward his bed. He fell backward, landing with a thump. “Wild kitten,” he rasped. Clamping his hands on her waist, he tossed her beside him. Like a fiend, he shed his clothes. She wiggled out of her overalls, her lavish, porcelain-glowing curves appearing, her breasts jouncing eagerly. “I want to smell,” he demanded. Feeling as possessive as a conqueror, he gripped her mound curls. She whimpered as he gradually pulled her kwim beneath his nose.
“Zion, yes.” She winged her thighs wide, exposing her shiny red folds.
He inhaled her fragrance as if she were an extravagant wine. She was a raw scorch of need, and irresistible. He buried his nose in the cleft of her kwim, her juices coating his lips. Her squeal of pleasure had him nuzzling her swollen clit with his nose. “No,” he growled when she rolled upwards, reaching for him. “Stay still. And stay spread,” he ordered. He nipped the bulb tip of her clit, warning her to obey.
“Zion,” she begged, and moaned sharply. Seizing her own legs, she pulled her thighs farther apart.
“You smell untamed, kitten.” He nuzzled along the plump hot cord of her clit, listening to her tiny cries. His lips met her voluptuous kwim lips, and he sucked as if he kissed them. She undulated gently against his mouth, restraining her frantic need. After pressing a kiss on her rigid little flesh, he speared his tongue into her sweet hole. He plunged in and out vigorously.
“Zion, please, please.” She arched to the thrust of his tongue, the rim of her sex squeezing each time he withdrew.
Gliding his palms up the silky skin of her thighs, he caressed back and forth while enjoying the pungent feminine taste of her. God, he loved fucking her with his tongue. Hell, he just plain loved fucking her.
“Please, please, I ache.”
Her whimpers of desperation caused him to stroke the tip of his tongue over her pulsing clit. Rhythmically, he licked her until her body clenched and she stiffened with orgasm. His Wendy gave a small shriek of ecstasy, her clit spilling its juices on his tongue.
Zion buried as much of his face in her kwim as he could, feeling and tasting her ride out her bliss. He reveled in her gradual descent, even though the length of his rod scalded his loins. He ached like a son of gun, but he was going to have his long ride on her. Nuzzling downward, he began lapping the sensitive flesh beneath her kwim hole. When she started wiggling away from him, he clamped his hands above her knees. Shoving downward, he held her still and in position.
Gently he licked the tiny area of flesh with his tongue until she began to enjoy it. Stroking upwards, he teased the creamy flesh around her sweet hole with the darting point of his tongue. Her little gasps told him of her discomfort. Still, she didn’t fight him and Zion continued sensitizing her flesh until he heard her small moans of desire.
“That’s my kitten,” he purred. “You’ll be able to take my cock for a long time now.”
“Insatiable humping dog,” she scolded.
“Dogs bite,” he rasped.
Lunging for her clit, he nipped hard. She screamed with pain and pleasure. The next instant, she struggled against his hold. Her anger escalated to rage, zero to zoom in a split second, when he didn’t free her. Relishing how savagely she fought to escape him, he taunted, “Let’s feel your claws, SlashFlame Kitten.”
The instant he let go of her, she sprang forward, her nails aimed at his face. He caught her wrists, her nails a hair’s breadth from raking his cheeks.
“You didn’t feel my claws,” she spat. Her eyes ferociously gleamed, hardening his rod to hell’s own lust.
“Here,” he growled. Bringing her hands to his chest, he scraped her tiny nails downward.
Once she firmed her jaw, digging her claws into him with all her might, he let go of her wrists. She daggered an attack at his cock. Zion spun on his knees, avoiding her, and feeling the striking slash of her nails on the top of his butt cheek. “Who knew superpowers could be this much fun?” he rumbled happily.
Her rage fueled, his kitten launched herself at his torso, tackling him. Her delectable breasts crushed against his back as her arms tried to squeeze the life out of him. Zion chuckled like an absolute idiot, and pretended to let her weight topple him. He rolled on top of her. They tussled in a frenzy of moves, switching back and forth as they covered the entire bed. With their arms and legs flailing madly, she scratched and kicked him however and whenever she could. He loved it. Her nails were tiny pricks of terrible pleasure on his skin. Her lithe lush body struggling against his had him laughing inside, and let him be fierce with her on the outside.
“Great big donkey butt!” she flung at him, her hair flying like licking blazes.
She whipped around, scoring his neck. Her fist shot for his jaw. He caught it in his palm. He simply gazed at the incredible flashing sparks in her eyes, at her features transformed to warrioress queen.
“Wendy.” His heart owned her name as it passed his lips.
At her pause, he snaked his arm toward her, trapping her waist. Primitive as a wildcat she struggled, her fists pounding on his chest as he hauled her closer. Still on his knees, Zion forced his thigh between hers while capturing her thigh with his other hand. He bucked his rod inside her kwim hole, primal as a dragonhorse.
“I hate you. I hate you, Zion Drammel Valorr.”
The pain of bliss spread over her face. She clung to him and closed her eyes. She’d used his old name, making him remember how much he’d longed for her, his teenage years filled with silent agony over her.
“I love you, Wendy. I love you, Wendra Slovie Kittrelle.”
“Oh, damn, you remembered my full name.” Draping her body against his, she opened her eyes. “Please.”
Zion lunged deeper, taking her. Taking what he’d always wanted. Her. His SlashFlame Kitten.
Without compromise he thrust in and out of her, his cock plundering the silky tight heat of her kwim sheath. Her eyelids drifted shut, lustrous as pearls. He watched her passion and her ecstasy mold her features. Her eyelashes were long and golden red, tiny fans he wanted to see every day.
“Yes,” she sang the whimper to him.
Using his rod to conquer her and win her, he pumped upwards into her, the worst kind of hedonist. Or so he’d been told by other women.
“God, yes, extinguish my flames with your fire.” Her voice was utter desire and utter need.
“For a long time,” he hoarsely answered. Zion kissed the red-pink blooms that were her lips, his demand ruthless, his heart tender.
The moment he felt her orgasm explode in slow motion around his cock, he laid her flat on the bed, and made her thighs his captives. “Don’t move, kitten.”
“Zion,” she pleaded. He watched her dissolve into the throes of her orgasm.
He widened her thighs until he could see the red tip of her clit. Shoving down on her knees, he buried his rod inside her like a thrown lance. His orgasm scorched up his draining cock, fueled by the strong spasms of her kwim walls. Zion shouted a mating growl, mindless with his consuming dark ecstasy. Mindless with her.
“Wendy.” He collapsed toward her, yet landed beside her. “Wendy.” He gathered her limp beautiful body in his arms, and cherished her against him.
Moments later, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, exactly where he wanted her. Zion covered them with the suede topper he kept on his bed. He touched his lips to the top of her head, letting his nose linger in her hair.
“I can’t tell if it’s still daytime.�
�� Her hand drifted a caress over his chest.
“Zotorro can tell us. Come in,” Zion called out. “And it had better be stupefying or an emergency.”
Chapter Nineteen
Tale of the Swashbuckling Superhero
Zotorro entered, regretting he had to disturb Wendy, yet wanting her. “So stupefying it’s an emergency.” He tossed the portable pad to Zion, who neatly caught it out of the air, keeping his arm around Wendy.
Glancing over the screen, Zion bolted upright. “This data needs to be added to what we already know about the gray bio machine right now.”
“That’s what Zavier said.”
“He’s back?” Zion looked up, tucking Wendy under his arm.
“Yeah, not long ago. He’s waiting for you in the Control room.”
Facing Wendy, Zotorro bowed like the prince gallant she’d once labeled him, extending his hand.
“Let me guess,” she complained. “Zavier just passed the ball, me, to you.” Glowering as only she could, she folded her arms across her gorgeous bare breasts.
Zion captured her hair in his fist, planting a forceful kiss on her lips. “Go, Wendy, now. Or your butt is mine.”
She balked, glaring defiantly at him. “You can’t! You don’t have time to plug my—”
She never got the rest of the words out. Zion set the pad aside and hauled her over his lap, her beautiful naked ass his. Raised to him, Wendy was positioned perfectly for the sharp swat he landed.
Holy lust, her blatantly round butt was a personal invitation to his cock, especially the way it jiggled. Zotorro groaned under his breath.
She didn’t move worth a breath, her expression stunned. When she did wiggle in protest, Zion grabbed her shoulders, lifting her before him. Eye to eye, they scowled at each other. “You need to obey, Wendy. It’s how we protect you.”
“I’d know if it was a real emergency,” she challenged. Bluefire sparks sprayed from her fingertips, even though she’d made no move to use her flame.
Zion didn’t answer. Swinging her onto the floor beside the bed, he leapt up. Rapidly finding his garments, he blur-whirled into them. After plucking up the pad, he faced Zotorro.
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