Evil Genius 2: Becoming the Apex Supervillain

by Logan Jacobs

  God damn, he felt amazing.

  “I won three out of three,” he panted into my mouth as he started to thrust and punctuate his words with the wet slapping sounds of our bodies meeting. “So this is my rightful reward.”

  “Then we should play every fucking hour,” I gasped.

  Every time he thrust into me an electric spark of pleasure cascaded through my muscles, so I clawed his back with my hands, and I drew my knees up so he could get even deeper.

  Then I let him rule my body and pussy until I began to feel the tingle of an orgasm building in my hips.

  “Don’t stop!” I pleaded, but I didn’t need to say anything. He had felt me constricting around him and slammed into me even harder and faster until I lost control of my body and felt the warm waves of ecstasy part my mind from my nervous system.

  Miles slowed down his thrusts when I came, but he didn’t stop, and the sensation of his cock continuing to slide back and forth against my walls started to quickly build me back up toward another climax.

  At that point I flipped him over onto his back to reverse our positions, sat upright, planted my hands on his arms, and started riding him aggressively. While I ground down onto his cock and wiggled it around so that it scraped against my walls just the way I wanted, he reached up and started twisting one of my nipples.

  That sharp spark of pain made the pleasure even better, so I licked my palm, and then moved it down to the place where our bodies joined to rub both his shaft and the top of my clit at the same time. That extra friction sent us both over the edge, and we let out growls of delightful agony when we climaxed together. My second orgasm was even better than my first, probably because it was accentuated by the feeling of his warm cum pouring into me.

  I really loved it when Miles came in me, and even though I was on specially formulated birth control and had no intention of getting pregnant any time soon, I couldn’t help thinking of how amazing any child we created would be. The thought actually gave me a third little tremor orgasm, and we both gasped as I clenched him again and milked a bit more of his seed into me.

  Then I fell down on his chest, and we laid together panting for a few moments as the warmth of his cum began to spread through my insides.

  “You were great,” he whispered hotly in my ear as his fingertips combed through my hair and across the back of my neck.

  “You’re still hard,” I complimented him, “and I think you poured a gallon of cum in me.”

  “Easy to do when I’m fucking the sexiest woman in the world,” he whispered.

  “Oh?” I snickered. “You didn’t think Zatashah, or whatever her name is, is hotter? She was certainly beautiful.”

  “She was gorgeous, for sure,” Miles admitted, “but I think that was the point.”

  “Huh?”

  “She was my type,” he clarified, “I’m sure Dan Slade knew that.”

  “You are going with the honey pot theory still?” I asked, and I leaned my head up a bit and rested my cheek on my right hand so I could stare into his eyes. The movement caused his still hard cock to rub me in a delightful way, and I had to take another deep breath and force myself not to roll my hips a bit and fuck him again.

  I just couldn’t get enough of him, but it was a bit too early in our relationship to tell him that.

  “Eh,” Miles sighed. “Maybe I just think everyone has an angle.”

  “What do you think Dan Slade’s angle is, then?” I asked as I reached my left hand out to run my fingers down Miles’ handsome face.

  “The way you ask that reminds me that you still don’t think he’s Shadow Knight, since the answer would be obvious then.”

  “Maybe I hope he isn’t,” I admitted.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Dan Slade is a spoiled rich kid who got lucky with a few business ventures,” I huffed. “Shadow Knight is an amazing super hero that has inspired thousands of others to take up the mantle.”

  “Like you?” Miles asked.

  “I admire superheroes more than anything,” I said after a long pause, “but not all superheroes.”

  “Only a few measure up to your standards,” Miles stated.

  Damn. He really knew me.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I know it is arrogant of me, but you are right.”

  “I’m always right,” he said.

  “And super modest,” I groaned as I rolled my eyes.

  “Maybe that’s my power?” he snickered.

  “You have lots of powers,” I purred, and then I did move my hips in a small circle so that he rubbed against my walls again.

  The movement made him gasp, but then I gave him a coy smile and stopped.

  “Seems like you could go again,” I whispered.

  “Or, we could talk about the Shadow Knight some more,” Miles chuckled as his fingers began to trace lines down my bare butt cheeks.

  “Nope,” I said, and then I started moving my hips up and down on him again so that his cock scraped inside of me at all the right places.

  Then our conversation turned into moans for another half-hour, and then we both enjoyed a final mind-numbing climax. There was pretty much no more room for his cum in me after his earlier orgasm, so I had to leave the bed, carefully tiptoe to the bathroom with my lower body clenched, and then wipe his seed from me over the toilet.

  “Everything okay?” he asked as I heard his electric toothbrush start up from where the sinks were around the wall of the bathroom.

  “You made a mess in me,” I answered.

  “You like it,” he replied in a voice muffled by his toothbrush.

  “Yeah,” I sighed, and then I walked into the shower, turned the water on, and quickly rinsed myself just to ensure that I wasn’t leaking him out of me for the rest of the night.

  “You know…” he started as soon as I got out of the shower and started to dry myself off.

  “Yes?”

  “You fibbed to me a bit.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked as I felt my stomach drop.

  “I know you know that Dan was lying about something when we talked on the boat. He was saying something about superheroes, and then you said that you agreed with him, but had told me the same thing. Your pretty face was all scrunched up like when you get when talking to someone that is annoying the fuck out of you.”

  “Yes,” I sighed a bit, even though I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to keep this from Miles.

  “Spit it out,” he snickered.

  “When we were talking to Slade on the yacht about supervillains, and he said he didn’t really know anything, he was lying,” I admitted. “That doesn’t prove anything, of course. Even a civilian can study up on local supervillains and learn a lot. But if he didn’t have anything to hide, then why would he lie about it? So, there’s that. But maybe he just didn’t feel like talking about it because he doesn’t agree with you that they should be killed instead of judicially sentenced.”

  “Yeah, he got pretty indignant about that idea, didn’t he,” Miles said as he finished brushing his teeth. “Just like someone else I know. Someone who likes to flap around in a giant crow costume.”

  “That’s the weakest link you’ve brought up yet,” I said. “All licensed superheroes operate that way. It’s one of the fundamentals that we’re taught, and a majority of the public supports that policy too.”

  “In Pinnacle City, maybe that’s the case,” Miles admitted. “The Wardens have a remarkably strong hold on the public imagination there. But Grayville, and some other cities in the country, might be slightly different. I did some research, and I think the politicians here tend to be a bit tougher on crime. Violent crime is even more widespread here than in Pinnacle City, although individual incidents tend to be less catastrophic, and the public is sick and tired of it.”

  “Well, the Shadow Knight will never kill, whether the public wants him to or not,” I said. “He’s not obsessed with his public image the way I know a lot of The Wardens are. He’s not going to cater
to anyone else’s opinions. He has his principles and he sticks to them.”

  “So anyway, how exactly does it work, this lie detection ability of yours?” Miles asked, with an evident desire to change the subject. “How does a lie sound different to you than the truth?”

  “Oh,” I said. “Well, there’s kind of a weird… pinching sensation in my ears. Not like someone is pinching my ears, but deeper inside them, there’s a kind of twinge. Enough to be uncomfortable but not painful. When I was a little kid, at first my parents kept taking me to the doctor when I complained because they thought I had some kind of ear infection. Then gradually I figured out the correlation and realized that it was actually a superpower. So even though my parents were nice, normal people, my childhood ended up being a bit different from most after that. I never believed in the tooth fairy or Santa Clause. And I was never given insincere praise to make me feel better. Oh, that’s the other thing about my ability. I can only sense lies, not mistakes. So if someone says something inaccurate that they really do believe themselves, I can’t tell.”

  “Hmm, that’s interesting,” Miles said, and got quiet. I knew that whether consciously or not, he was contemplating potential ways to neutralize my lie detection ability. I also knew that it wasn’t that he necessarily wanted to lie to me. It was just that that was the way his mind worked. A superpower was an inherent advantage that someone else had over him, so his instinct was to think of a way to overcome that advantage, usually through technology.

  “So, what do you think your nanobots are up to right now?” I asked to get his mind off my super ability.

  “Something bad.” Anger flashed in his face, not directed at me, but at the missing nanobot situation. “That fucker’s going to pay. When we get them back. I’ll send the nanobots inside him so they can tie some organs into knots.”

  I knew he was joking, but I also knew he kind of wasn’t joking. That course of action was most definitely against Warden policy. It should have upset me to hear him talk casually about inflicting torture, and on a rational level it did, but on a visceral level I just… didn’t really feel anything.

  Maybe there was something wrong with me.

  I always tried to do the right thing, but maybe deep down I was just as much of a sociopath as Miles Nelson. That was a scary thought, because I liked to think that part of my role was acting as his conscience. If I didn’t have the aptitude for that, then where did that leave us as a team? Aileen was absolutely amoral. And Norma… well, most of the time she seemed like a sweet, normal girl, but then she’d get excited about some plan or other of Miles’, and suddenly transform into a bloodthirsty fiend.

  Ah, the magic of love, even of the unrequited variety. She’d do anything for Miles.

  And I realized that I probably would, too.

  “We just have to figure out if it’s Mayhem, or Maniac,” I said as I began to brush my teeth in the other sink.

  “Hopefully your buddy Shadow Knight knows,” Miles said. “Aileen hasn’t been able to locate either of them yet. She doesn’t have the C.D.S. as her eyes and ears like in Pinnacle City, and she can’t hack every surveillance camera in Grayville, or at least, not all of them simultaneously. It would really help to get the insight of a local superhero, if we can find a competent one.”

  “He’s going to help us,” I said around my toothbrush and paste.

  “I hate having to rely on someone else,” he said. “Other than you, Aileen, and Norma, of course.”

  “What about your staff at your company?” I asked. “You almost never talk about it.”

  “My executive teams run it all,” Miles said with a casual yawn. “They are pretty good, since I’ve spent the last six years grooming them, but Aileen will be better once I finish all her upgrades, then I won’t have to bother with any sort of management.”

  “And you can devote all your time to hunting supervillains?” I asked, and I couldn’t help but grin at him. What had started as just an intriguing conversation over coffee had turned into something much more, and I felt some butterflies in my stomach when I realized that I was having some serious feelings about the untouchable genius playboy.

  “That’s the idea.” He returned my grin. “I imagine that is what you signed up for.”

  “Maybe I signed up for more?” I said, but as soon as the words left my lips my stomach started flip flopping.

  “More?” he asked as he raised an eyebrow.

  “Uhhh, well, we are fucking,” I cleared my throat.

  “What if I told you I considered it making love?” he asked.

  “Do you?”

  “Yes,” he said. “Can you tell if I’m lying?”

  “You aren’t,” I whispered, but now my heart was slamming into my chest, and I realized that I didn’t want to have this conversation right now after I was a bit giddy from the aftereffects of what I now knew he considered ‘love making.’

  I might say something stupid, and that was pretty easy to do when you were talking to a genius.

  “So, I was thinking that when we get back to Pinnacle City, you should mov--”

  “We should focus on the mission,” I interrupted him. “Tomorrow morning at ten.”

  “Yeah, I just hope he has something useful to offer us,” Miles said as he gestured for me to follow him back into the bedroom. “If not, this mission might take longer than I expected.”

  There was frustration in his voice, and as we laid back down in the bed, I looked over to see his expression. He looked pensive, but before I could say anything, he shut his eyes with the apparent decision to go to sleep. He not only had the ability to stay up as long as necessary to complete a task, he also seemed able to shut off his consciousness almost at will. He wasn’t a super, but he was also far from being an ordinary human.

  I pulled a pillow under my head, nestled next to his warm body, and let myself fall asleep too.

  In the morning, at Miles’ insistence, we arrived at the deserted street corner for our rendezvous with the Shadow Knight half an hour early after scoping out the surrounding few blocks. There was no sign of any traps or anyone there who shouldn’t have been, just some residents and shopkeepers.

  At ten o’clock on the dot, we heard a loud rustling sound and looked up. From the roof of the nearest building, a feather cloaked man in a beaky crow mask leapt down thirty feet, somehow landed softly on his black boots which must have featured some kind of force absorption technology, and strode right up to us. The armor he wore clung to his muscular body like a second skin, but it was a bit hard to tell his exact shape because of the feathers attached to his cloak, legs, and arms. They kind of dulled his outline, and I wondered if they were covered with some sort of holographic paint that blurred their lines even more, since they seemed to shift and fade with his movements.

  I knew we’d checked that building and there definitely hadn’t been anyone on top of it before. I didn’t know exactly how the Shadow Knight had managed to sneak up on us, but I was kind of amused by how much I knew that must piss off Miles, the perpetual perfectionist.

  “Hi, I’m Dynamo,” I said as I reached out my hand to shake his. I figured that even though Miles was the leader of our team, I should probably take the lead in this meeting since I was the one who had arranged it through Supergram and the one that the Shadow Knight was specifically expecting.

  “I am the Shadow Knight, the guardian of Grayville,” he replied in a low, raspy voice that kind of sounded like someone putting on a fake accent. The addition of that epithet seemed kind of pompous too, like he thought he was a titled royal or something. But maybe I was being overly critical. That must have been Miles and his snarky attitude toward all superheroes rubbing off on me.

  “So uh, thanks for coming to meet us,” I said awkwardly as I shook his hand. “I really appreciate it. We’ve just been kind of stumped as to where to start with this one. The nanobots, I mean. You saw that part of my message, right? So, do you have an opinion as to which supervillain might be responsib
le? We were thinking probably Mayhem or The Maniac.”

  “You can rest assured it was Mayhem,” the Shadow Knight replied, “because if The Maniac wanted you dead… you would be dead.”

  “That’s helpfu--” I started to say, but he kept talking.

  “Pathetic amateurs. You, Dynamo, should crawl back to The Wardens and get your modeling job back. You would be better off doing that than running around with this guy-- Miles Nelson, I presume?”

  “Yeah, that’s me,” my boyfriend chuckled, but Shadow Knight kept growling.

  “-- who can’t even keep track of his own nanobots. And he definitely can’t keep it in his pants, so if you thought this was going to be a love story adventure between the two of you, you better think again.”

  I stared at him in shock, unable to reply for several seconds. The Shadow Knight did have a famously abrasive manner of communicating, and was often described as brutally honest, but I hadn’t expected him to demonstrate this level of hostility toward us. Usually, he turned his temper on supervillains, or apprentices who had failed him in some way.

  “You have, however, done at least one intelligent thing by alerting me to the theft,” he continued. His mouth was a thin straight line beneath his crow mask. “I will take it from here. Go back to Pinnacle City where you belong. If the nanobots are still intact and can be recovered, then I will ship them to one of your addresses, Nelson.”

  “I’m not going anywhere until I get my property back and find the person who took it,” Miles said. “If Mayhem really is the culprit, then at least you’ve given me a name. That’s worth something, so I’ll let the insults slide. But next time, how about you say them to my face, without the mask on?”

  “The privilege of meeting me without my mask on is reserved for those who have proven I can trust them,” the Shadow Knight scoffed.

  “Like a bunch of drunk bimbos on a yacht, you mean?” Miles asked sarcastically.