C6: He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den

Claudia swung around the city, feeling lighter than she normally did. Fridays always cheered her up, but after the events with Octavius in the classroom early, she was buzzing with excitement. And in her first hour of fighting crime, she'd stopped a robbery, beat up a would-be rapist, and even grabbed a pizza with a couple of teens who were 'pumped to be hanging around with a hero'. And whilst she did briefly think 'tonight couldn't get any better', she had one more stop to make.

She made her way along the route she'd taken before and of course; her senses began to tingle as soon as she landed on the building. But all seemed quiet within. No lights. No movement. Just a dark lab.

But she trusted her instincts and just before she dropped in through the window, she did one last check. Smoothing her hands over her hips, checking her hair wasn't scrunched up messily beneath her mask, and remembering that she'd already taken her pill, she was ready. Or as ready as she would ever be.

She slipped in as before, landing silently on the ground. She didn't look around as she stood up. She didn't need to. She already sensed him, close.

"Well, well, well," his voice vibrated through her, sending shivers down her spine, "I didn't think you'd come back."

Anticipation swelled within her, and she slowly turned towards the shadow where he was hiding.

"Did you think I was scared?"

"No, Miss Coleson. Cautious…maybe I underestimated you."

"I think you definitely did," she made a bold move and reached up to her hood and mask, pulling them both away from her head and face. He already knew her identity, but now she wanted him to see her face. To know that she was here for a reason.

"You definitely underestimated me."

He stepped forward out of the dark and smirked at her, his claws waving erratically behind him as he folded his arms.

"Are you going to take the rest off?"

'Holy shit.'

Claudia COULD make it easy for him. She could have stripped down and laid on the floor and let him do what he wanted. She felt heat radiate from between her legs that ached, and she'd never been so sure about a man before in her life. She wanted him. But she wanted to make him earn it.

"I'll see if you can do it. If you're fast enough."

They'd come out from either fight a champion, so now, it was less a challenge and more a game.

Otto, still smirking, let the claws move forward to grab her, but of course, she easily dove out of the way. They played a fun game of 'catch me if you can' for a bit, with her bobbing and weaving, flipping through the air, playfully getting close to him, and tapping him on his shoulder. At one point, she slowed down on purpose and brushed her front against his. He didn't even take the chance to grab her then, just chuckled in a darkly delicious way that almost made her purr.

She flipped backward once again, twirling on the spot and using a beam above to her advantage. She swung up in time to miss one claw, but as she came down again, another attacked from her side and this time, he was quicker.

Still, he wasn't as violent as before and only shoved her with enough strength to pin her against the wall and knock some wind out of her.

In quick succession, each wrist and ankle was grabbed and pinned against the wall, spreading her out like a starfish.

Like a panther stalking its prey, he approached her with a glint of hunger in his eye. When he was close enough, he pressed himself to her and his hand enclosed around her throat, gently squeezing. Not enough to affect her breathing, but her heart beat faster and there was something wonderfully seductive about him holding power over her. But only because she was letting him.

"Is this what you were thinking about in class? All those times?" He whispered into her ear and his hot breath tickled her ear, making her laugh and gasp at the same time.

"In your dreams. You have no idea what I was thinking about."

"I can guess. Tell me if I get it right."

His rough lips moved over her skin, and she thought he was going to tenderly kiss her neck, but instead, he nipped at her throat with his teeth, and she didn't even restrain herself from moaning loudly.

"I think I'm on the right track."

His hand moved from her neck and lowered over her clothed chest. He moved lower and when his clever fingers felt her hardened nipples through her suit, his lips moved over her. He wrapped his mouth around her, sucking hard and using his teeth to graze against her pebbled bud.

She arched as best she could into his touch, his other hand smoothing behind her, over the swell of her hip and the curve of her buttock.

Since her legs were already open to him, he lifted his thigh and pressed it in between, rubbing himself against her.

Wantonly, she cried out and that triggered something primal in Otto. His hand reached down and pressed itself against her mound, smoothing over her and searching for a way in.

He began to grow frustrated and growled against her breast and he gripped a chunk of fabric in his hand. She already knew what he intended to do and part of her wanted to tell him there was a long zip in the back, but the excitement was coursing through her, clouding her mind.

'Oh Hell, I can repair it at home!'

He didn't need a claw to make quick work of her suit. His hands were strong and purposeful as they tore at the fabric. Beneath, of course, she wore a simple, small pair of panties, and with another swift tug, they were gone as well.

The claws shifted and allowed her to move her legs as they adjusted for him.

His head turned again, this time his lips capturing hers in the first, hungry kiss.

'Fuck me.'

Somewhere inside of her, she was sure Goliath could feel her pleasure and was growling in approvement.

She heard his zipper and a quick rustling as he moved around inside of his pants and then, she felt his thick head press against her.

Once their lips parted, they both just stared at one another, breathing heavily as Otto began to rub his dick against her lips. When he used his head to tease her, he paused and arched a brow.

"What's that?"

She couldn't help but smirk. Apparently, he'd found her tiny piercing that she herself had forgotten about.

"Drunk birthday present. I love it."

He rubbed his head over it again and she hissed and bit her lip, never breaking eye contact.

"I can see why."

Apparently, he only had so much patience and rubbing himself over her one last time, he shifted his hips and pushed against her entrance.

Crushing their lips together again, he grasped her hips and pulled her towards him, pushing his thick, throbbing dick inside of her, slowly.

Her entire body shuddered at the stretch, and she didn't realise how long it had been since she had great sex.

Pressing himself against her and forcing her up the wall, he used the pressure and his claws to drop her back down onto him when he moved. The extra grind against her clit forced her to pull her lips from his and she screamed loudly.

She was closer than she thought. The anticipation and build-up had her ready and now, as he moved inside of her, she knew she was going to cum.

Otto could feel her muscles tighten around him and knew she was close. He would have been lying to say he wasn't holding himself back. But he wanted to watch her break first.

He sped up his thrusts, rolling hard with each one, and just as her screams reached a crescendo, he moved a hand around her throat and gently squeezed.

No one had ever done that to her before and that was enough to push her over the edge. With one last loud, unabashed scream, she came with force, that despite the grip of the claws, her legs spasmed and her hips moved ferociously against his.

The sight of her wild abandon and the feel of her tight core surrounding him drove him to mere madness and with hefty grunts and his fingers only tightening around her neck slightly, he buried himself deep within her and let his own release claim him.

His face buried against her neck and his hand slipped over her chest and cupped her breast, tenderly stroking it. He felt the sweat from his head moisten on her neck, but she didn't seem to care.

She seemed to be trying to get her bearings back, breathing deeply and moaning softly.

'Oh, I'm in so much trouble.'