…oh my god, I was trying to engage in SCIENCE! and this (admittedly incredibly hot) bitch wants to use me as some kind of sex toy?
I mean, I was down, but still.
Do you have a suggestion for places to… :VC
talk :VC
I also tried experimenting with chakra strings. At the moment I could reach out and touch things from about twenty feet away, and managed to slowly move about five pounds of metal. Using it on some string I had with me let me move that around like I was a snake charmer, but didn't add a huge amount to its existing strength. No web-swinging shenanigans yet.
GG: Has shared her location with you
Leaving my impromptu place of learning, I roof-hopped in the general direction of Downtown. Glory's hole ended up being a high-rise apartment building that had apparently been condemned due to cape damage last year and had stood empty since then.
Which floor? :VC
GG: I'll come get you.
I can climb as fast as I run :VC
GG: Penthouse.
…how appropriate.
A quick sprint had me up and in through a broken window. I landed on the balls of my feet in a clear patch amongst broken glass and pushed out with my senses. I could hear breathing from farther in, a little fast, a little nervous.
"GG?"
"In h-ere."
Ooh, her voice cracked. She's having second thoughts. I made sure to make some noise as I walked, finding my way across what was once a luxury apartment with vaulted ceilings and fancy columns everywhere to the master bedroom. These windows were intact, with some of the last rays of light painting Glory Girl in pinks and reds as she stood by the far wall, fidgeting. I took two steps to the side so she had free egress and leaned against my own wall. "Did you want to talk, or talk?"
She was blushing. I couldn't see it as it blended with the sunset filling the room, but the look on her face made it clear. "Void—"
"Call me 'Jay'. It's not anything near my actual name, but I don't expect you to say 'Void Cowboy' and keep a straight face."
That finally got a small smile and a slight relaxation of her shoulders. "Thanks. So, um, Jay, did you mean that you do, uhhh… oral sex?"
"May I call you Vicky?" I waited for her nod to continue, "The simple answer is 'yes'. The longer answer is I enjoy pleasuring my partner when I know I'll have that pleasure returned to me in time. Oral sex is part of that."
"It's just that… I've never, well, you know." She gave a limp-wristed gesture that either meant 'gotten head ever' or 'cum from oral'. I wasn't a mind-reader, but I'd give Dean the benefit of the doubt and go with the latter here.
I turned and looked out the window to try and get her to calm down with my attention no longer so directly on her. "That could be for a bunch of reasons, but nervousness could be one of them. Take a deep breath and relax. Nothing's going to happen that you don't want to happen."
She did suck in a breath, which did wonderful things for her chest. Exhaling slowly, she laced her fingers together and looked down at them. "I'm sorry, I just want—but I'm not sure—maybe…"
"Vicky, I'll be blunt. Do you want me to walk over there and go down on you?"
Her aura buzzed for the first time and she hop-floated into the air nervously. "Yes," she whispered.
I turned to face her again, putting a hand to my mask and adjusting the henge to make it appear as a domino. Crossing the room with calm, measured strides I got close enough we could share body heat before looking in her eyes and kneeling.
Running my hands up her legs I at first felt nothing but forcefield before it abruptly let me through and I caressed warm, incredibly smooth skin. Muscles flexed as she shifted nervously, and I turned my attention and lips to kiss the inside of her right knee, then the left. A second set of kisses a bit higher had the hem of her skirt brush over my head, the third was placed right where her shorts met skin and I traced my tongue there for a moment.
With enhanced senses I could smell her wetness already and it intoxicated me. Victoria smelled like lust and need in ways I had never sensed before. Skipping over a slower approach I brushed the bridge of my nose over her covered slit hard enough for her to feel the pressure and followed it up with a lick. "Vicky?"
She pulled her skirt up and looked down at me. Her tongue kept tracing over her lips and her free hand made twitches towards my hair. I took her hand and guided it to my head as I leaned back just a bit. "You have more pairs of these shorts, right?"
"Yes?"
"Good." With a bit of chakra sticking to get a good grip I ripped them apart to reveal a bare, dripping pussy. Ignoring the shocked exclamation above me I pulled them off her, leaving her bare and quivering. Taking my left hand I placed it on her ass and tilted her hips forward just a bit and with a better angle drug my tongue over those glistening lower lips.
There were no squeaks or gasps above me, I could feel Vicky was holding her breath and trembling. Digging my tongue in deeper I slowly traced her slit until I reached her clit which I flicked sharply.
"Fuck!"
I gave a little laugh and pressed kisses to her thighs, traced the back of my nails down her left leg, and lifted it over my shoulder. I went back to nuzzling deeper into her folds and worked a finger inside her. I don't know if it was the senses or the scenario but Vicky's taste was addicting. Looking up I met her wide blue eyes and channeled a bit of chakra to my tongue. It wasn't a magical pleasure touch, but it did cause it to vibrate fast enough to blow her pupils completely out and reduce her to monosyllables.
Vicky's remaining leg went limp and I slid the hand on her ass up her back and stuck it there with chakra to keep her upright. Adding another finger to her channel I narrowed my lips to an 'o' and sucked gently on her button while I repeated the vibration trick on my fingers.
There were no words, but I had to reinforce my body when she jerked and howled wordlessly to the sky. Her right leg twitched forward and I slipped my elbow behind her knee and got that one over my shoulder as well. My head was trapped between her thighs, and I could only assume that I was gonna die in the most pleasurable way possible.
I slowed down my ministrations, going so far as to pull my fingers out of Vicky's twitching pussy and fondling her tight little ass. As she seemed to recover a bit I stood and carefully walked two steps forward so she could brace her shoulders against the wall. The soft 'oh!' as I manhandled a girl who was many times stronger than me was a bit of an ego boost, as was the low moan I drew out of her a second later as I put one asscheek in each hand and elongated my tongue an extra three inches and plunged it into her depths and did my best to lick her g-spot.
Looking up at her I raised an eyebrow above the mask and curled one arm around her leg just far enough to get my thumb over her clit and start strumming. There was a twinned bang as her hands hit and clawed holes in the drywall. The next bang was her head hitting the wall and leaving a dent, but Vicky was completely unfazed by the impact, her head whipping back forward and her hair wild. Applying chakra to both tongue and hand she came again, this time flexing her hips up hard enough that she lifted me a couple of inches off the floor.
I continued my ministrations as she gushed honey, gathering some on my other hand and brushing a fingertip over her rosebud. She shuddered, then came with a roar when I applied a bit of pressure before flopping bonelessly over my head and scrabbling at my back weakly with no hint of her previous strength.
"J-jay, stop, you're gonna kill me!"
I laughed, cocooned in Vicky's intoxicating smell. "Is the bed clean enough to lay you on?"
"Yeah." Once I had laid her down she blinked at me. "You're a Brute too?"
I waved a hand with an "Eh, kinda," before licking her juices off of it and smirking at her embarrassment. Sitting down next to her I cocked my head. "You alright?"
She blinked at me. "My entire body feels like jelly."
"Good jelly or bad jelly?"
"Uh, good?"
"Good. I should go, though."
Jelly-body or not, her hand snaked over and held mine. "You don't have to, we could…"
I sighed and reached out with my other hand and brushed her hair away from her face. "Vicky, I'm an idiot on the internet, but I'm not a complete moron. You've broken up and gotten back with Dean five times in the last six months. There are betting pools on when you're gonna get back together. I already get crushes and fall a little in love every time a cute girl gives me the time of day, if I stick around you're gonna break my fucking heart and it won't even be your fault.
"Besides, I'm a cape. We couldn't go on dates when I was in costume and we don't run in the same circles otherwise. Just think fondly of me." I leaned in and kissed her forehead before slipping out of her steel-hard grip while she was till staring at me, shocked. With a sad little half-smile I was gone.
I wasn't sure that was the right thing to do, but I had made dumb fucking relationship decisions before, so it wouldn't surprise me. I headed back towards my house and found some shifty-looking Merchant bitches just walking around in the dark streets, asking for trouble. Just what I needed to take my mind off of things.
Suiting my clone up with the camera I did a little hand-to-hand demonstration on the provided dummies so I had a decent spread of video on all of my obvious abilities. I was going to put together a set of gifs or a highlight reel at some point just for shits and giggles. Since my genjutsu was invisible to cameras I wasn't super worried about leaking all my secrets.
I spent the remainder of the evening back at the house doing homework (ugh) and doing something that was freaking out the Brockton Bay PHO subforum—shitposting in the form of thoughtful, considered opinions on things. A separate tab on a refresh schedule kept track of username mentions, and one of the debate and discussion threads had a lively back-and-forth on whether I'd been replaced by an alien. It was great.
I also fucked around a bit with fuuinjutsu. I scribbled out the 'seal' that my mind supplied me and ended up with a bastard conglomeration of a western demon-summoning circle from the Key of Solomon written in sanskrit with random kanji for flavor.
I retreated outside to try it out.
I wasn't surprised when my phone buzzed. I was surprised that it was a call. Further suprisement (if that was a thing) was that it was Amy, not Vicky, calling.
"Void Cowboy."
A demonic voice issued from the speaker. "What did you do to my sister!?"
Sigh. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Amy spoke in something closer to a human tongue. "You did something and now she's alternately crying and smiling. What. Did. You. Do?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I hopped a couple of fences and found an empty construction area, either the call was gonna get loud or the tags were, so best be safe.
There were some indistinct growls from the other side of the line. "I know she went out to meet you, and I'm pretty sure you had sex of some kind. Why are you lying?"
I sighed into the phone so she could hear it. "I'm not lying. I am, however, a gentleman, and so anything that may have happened—and I am not saying a damn thing happened—will never be discussed so casually by me. If you want information out of me, get a warrant." I hung up.
The storage scroll—written on the finest Walmart brand printer paper with a generic pen—worked perfectly fine, sealing a pair of scissors I had had laying around. Picking up the paper and rolling it up, moving it elsewhere and unsealing it also worked perfectly, although my fancy scribbles seemed worn and the 'scroll' didn't work a second time.
Cutting some paper into strips, I created 'explosive' tags, except with different jutsu sealed in each. One was the regular explosion, one Great Breakthrough, one Starch Syrup trap, and one Chidori Current. I 'primed' the wind tag and leapt away. An explosion of wind—or I guess a pressure wave, maybe?—blew out, knocking debris everywhere.
Attaching the syrup tag to a kunai (because of course Greg had mall-ninja grade 'throwing knives') I primed and tossed it, managing to land a hit just a moment before sticky syrup burst out.
I practiced with the last two, realizing that some property of the tag made it stick to my hand and then stick to any surface that I pressed it on, like a reusable sticky note. Neat!
And explosive. I bugged the fuck out after that before I met with the local constabulary.
I worked up a couple more tags of the shocking and sticky variety and decided to call it a night. I was back in my room and trying to explain to someone on PHO that no, I was not actually an alien, I was actually a thirty-year-old virgin and thus had just recently gained my magical powers when I got a text message.
Pan: I apologize for being harsh, I got more of the story from her.
Pan: BTW whatever you did? Crazy amounts of dopamine in her brain.
Pan: Anyhow, she's not dating Dean atm, it's fine
Uh huh, they've been together more than they're broken up :VC
I'm not being the other dude :VC
NTR is a trash fetish :VC
Pan: more like netori
Pan: o fuck
hahahahahahahha :VC
Pan: ANYHow, let's talk about something else.
…fine. :VC
Who does the NW video editing? :VC
I want a highlight reel made :VC
Pan: I do, actually
Pan: What do you want, I'll at least look it over.
Here's a link to my cloudbox with video :VC
I can do stills and gifs, but don't have video editing stuff :VC
Pan: I'll take a look at it.
Phew, I survived and don't have Collateral Damage Barbie and/or the girl that can rot your dick off actively mad at me.
Refreshing PHO one last time I checked my alerts.
Glory_Girl is now following you
Glory_Girl updated her title
Clicking on the latter showed me the same picture of Vicky she'd been using for forever, and below it a new phrase: 'Save a horse, ride a Cowboy'.
Fuck.
