Sophia laid on the couch, her feet dangling over my lap. She was absently flicking around on her phone, her lips faintly pursed as she considered whatever was on the phone, occasionally flicking her eyes up to me. At last, she let out a long sigh. "If you're going to be on the team, we have to do something about Missy."

"What do you mean?" I asked, shifting in my position a little. Since what had happened with the twins, she had been simultaneously antsier, and much more possessive - her work shifts had been reduced, and she was taking out the extra energy on me. Not that I minded getting ridden by a pent-up Sophia.

"She fucked you, slut," she said, a certain course note to her voice. "The PRT is more worried about little boys than little girls, but it could still cause me a lot of problems if they found out about what you two did."

"You want me to talk to her?"

"I want you to convince her, slut," she said, with a wicked little smirk as she wriggled about on the couch, slithering her body until she was seated in my ass, firm buttocks pressing against my hard cock through the thin layers of fabric between us. "I trust you can figure out how, right? You know what girls want," she said, even as she wiggled her butt up against my groin. It wasn't a tactic intended to arouse me, I don't think - it was more like she was emphasizing exactly how I could convince a girl to do what I wanted: my penis.

"Yeah, I do," I told her, absently wrapping my arms around her and holding her against me. "You've got me hard. You can feel it, right?" I prompted, my breath tickling her ear. She just smiled and nodded. "Are you going to take responsibility for getting me like this?"

"Sure," was her succinct reply. And take responsibility she did.

* * *

Since my power was entirely noncombat, I wasn't going to be given regular patrols. They were still undecided about even doing PR appearances, or how best to portray me. Since Sophia had pretty much redone my wardrobe from scratch... well, my appearance out of costume was pretty risque, I'll put it that way. I think it also created some additional tension with putting me out there too quickly.

The events leading to me joining the PRT served as a pretty obvious block on my ability to smoothly integrate into the team. It was impossible not to notice the way that the other guys treated me like fine china, offering a friendly ear, saying if I wanted to talk, they'd be there, on and on. It was awkward, since I absolutely wasn't traumatized by fucking a pair of great looking blonde twins, but I did my best to take their kindness in the spirit it was offered.

The downside was that it meant Missy was also trying to be polite and considerate of me, at least as best as a horny pubescent hanging around a hot stud she'd fucked before could. The only real sign that she was even interested in fucking me was the occasional longing looks she gave me - which I got the impression wasn't terribly new for her, just a shift in targets. Dean - Gallant - actually gave me a bit of advice on the subject, telling me to just wait it out and giving me a firm pat on the shoulder and a sympathetic smile that suggested that perhaps he'd once been the target of that kind of attention.

After my first couple days, I finally got Missy alone to talk to her. She'd just come back from a patrol, and I rather simply convinced her to come along with me into the room the Wards would sometimes sleep in. "Look... you can't tell anybody about... what we did together," I told her, not sure how else to say it.

Her eyes widened for a moment. It was instantly clear she never had any intention of doing something like that - it was just Sophia's paranoia. "Oh, it's-" she cut herself off suddenly, staring at me with refreshed eyes.

Eyes that carried more than their fair share of lust, I couldn't help but notice, the faint curling of her lips making it pretty clear what she was thinking, her tongue flicking out along them. She looked up and down my whole body, her breathing getting somewhat husky as she considered the man in front of her.

"Oh. You're worried about getting Sophia in trouble? That's so sweet." There was this stupid grin on her face, now, her overwhelming hormones taking charge of her decision making process. As long as she didn't report me, though, I didn't really care. "I don't know... it really did seem like you only had sex with me because Sophia told me to." Jeez, kids could really be brutal sometimes. I could see the glint of raw lust and domination in her eyes, not that different from Sophia's, except stuck in a cute and seemingly innocent body instead of that of a battle-maiden. "Maybe I should say something... unless you really wanted to fuck me for your own sake?" Her hand went to my groin that very moment, stroking my cock softly through my pants.

I was instantly hard. I tried to mentally translate what she was doing into my own world's logic, and could only conclude she was a horny teenager who thought she could get free sex by subtly blackmailing me like this.

Well, she was half-right. She could get free sex, but the blackmail was completely unnecessary.

"It really was, something I wanted," I told her, my breath hitching as her fingers played with my dick. "I would have fucked you even more, even harder, if Sophia hadn't been there." It was probably the truth. Her fingers squeezed down near my cockhead, making me bite my lip and restrain a groan of pleasure.

"Yeah?" Missy breathed out, getting more confident with each passing moment. "You know, Dennis is out there," she said, a wicked smile on her lips, her hand keeping up its work on my cock. "He could hear if you make any noise. So you should keep quiet," she explained.

I decided that the easiest way to keep quiet was to cover my mouth, and leaned down into her, pressing my lips against hers. Her eyes widened for a moment, then she delicately softened, letting my tongue flick deeper inside her mouth, her hand continuing to jerk me off, to tease me, through my pants. I was doing my level best not to come for the simple reason that I didn't want to mess up my pants. She let out soft hums into my mouth, her free hand slithering up my back, brushing through my hair as she kept teasing and playing with my dick.

I enjoyed it. The kiss, the sweet taste of her lips on mine, her hungry, inexperienced tongue slithering about in my mouth, her hand getting more insistent on my cock, stroking harder and harder, faster and faster, until I genuinely began to worry that I'd wind up creaming my pants. It was only then that I broke off the kiss and took a step back, panting as I did, grasping her wrist and pulling her hand away, earning the cutest pout.

"You really don't like it," she said, and it just sounded so innocently disappointed, like a teenage boy who was having his sexual talents denigrated in the most direct way possible. I'd dealt a blow to her feminine pride without even meaning to.

"I don't want to come in my pants," I hissed out, by way of explanation, glancing at the door again.

She set her jaw, considering what I'd said - then she slid down to her knees in front of me, hurriedly pulling down my pants, yanking my cock out of my underwear, my erect dick almost slapping her right in the face as it came free. She breathed in through her nose, staring at the hard-on in front of her, which seemed to point directly at her nose, making her go cross-eyed. Her hand reached up, slender fingers beginning to gently stroke up and down my length as she looked up at me, a glow to her cheeks. Then she gently, tentatively, wrapped her lips around the tip of my dick, and her hand got faster and faster on my cock.

Her expression was beautiful, this mix of earnestness and desire for domination, a more innocent expression of Sophia's own sexual hangups. She wanted, needed, me to come, to spray my cum into her mouth, to show how she had done good and was a good lover. Failing to do that would be unacceptable, and her tongue absently flicked at the tip of my cock as she tried to provoke that response from me. Her big eyes stared up at me as she jerked me off as quick as she could, slender fingers running up and down my length, an intensity to each movement that showed just how desperate, how eager she was.

Having already been jerked off for a while, at this point, I was running on fumes in terms of self control. My thighs wobbled, my fists clenching into fists on either side of my body. I grit my teeth against each other as I stared down at the sight, the slight twinkle in her eyes as she saw my response telling me just how much she wanted me to come. She started to move her lips further down my length, taking a couple inches into her small mouth before she gagged and sputtered and pulled back. Rather than facefuck me or take me to the base, she instead began to shift her head around, pressing my dick up against her cheeks, making a sexual show of the whole thing. I didn't know if she learned it from porn or somewhere else, but it was damn sexy, seeing her do that as her tongue flicked nervously on the underside of my cock.

It was only a minute or so of that before I finally let go, groaning quietly as my hips bucked. She hummed pleasantly, a smile visible in her eyes as I found release in her sweet little mouth. She suckled, cheeks hollowing, swallowing down every last drop, until at last I was completely spent. It was only then that she hopped up to her feet, smirking. "You owe me one," she said, with a vivid grin, the flush to her cheeks mixing together with a giddy excitement that said she thought she'd completely outwitted me with her little 'trick,' and she only waited for me to pull back on my pants and buckle them up properly before prancing out, a spring in her step as she departed, probably already fantasizing about how to extract the 'one' I owed her.

* * *

Perhaps predictably for a horny teenager with a unique sexual opportunity to fuck a hottie, she didn't manage to hold out for long in terms of self-control. Some of the Wards got together at Dennis's house to watch some movies, which included me, Sophia, and Missy - and she promptly sat herself right next to me, her tongue pressing against her cheek as she pulled a blanket over her lap and mine alike.

Whatever movie it was quickly left my head as she reached under the blanket to find my wrist, quietly guiding me towards her pelvis. I didn't need to be told anything further; I soon had her skirt flipped up and one finger in her wet sex, teasing her lower lips. She smiled and wiggled in place, adjusting herself to just lean back, trying her best to make it look like she was definitely not getting fingered right here, next to all the other Wards. Well, not all of them - Dean wasn't around.

I didn't push her particularly hard. I didn't want to get caught doing this, after all. I was lucky that Missy was on the edge of the couch, and Sophia was between us and the other Wards - or maybe that particular positioning was why Missy decided to try this. Her cheeks were soon glowing a lovely shade of pink, heat seeming to emanate from her skin enough I could almost imagine the air was warping from it. Her breathing grew shallower as she deepened her position, wiggling into place like she was trying to reforge the couch into the shape of her cute little butt.

Sophia noticed what was happening and smirked, then pulled the blanket up so she was covered by it too; a moment later, her hand was stroking my length, gently running up and down it inside my pants, squeezing my hard dick. She just smiled as I glanced her way, giving me a challenging look, as if daring me to complain about this, when I was doing the exact same thing to Missy.

I didn't complain, of course. I just let her do it, turning my attention to Missy as I enjoyed the feeling of Sophia's hand on my dick. She squeezed, gripped, caressed, trying to drag my attention back her way, but I was far too fascinated with the faint parting of her lips, the way her cheeks were subtly flush with color, the way she squirmed and tried to hide her responses. I could practically see her fingers digging into the couch cushion under her, as the blanket helped obscure just what I was doing to her.

She had her eyes closed at this point, just letting the pleasure wash over her. I wondered what she was fantasizing - what she was imagining was really happening, rather than just getting fingered at a movie. My cock twitched and throbbed in Sophia's hand, and I worked even harder on Missy, trying to rub my thumb against her clit. Her legs locked together around my hand, her stomach getting sucked in as she tried to control herself. I could feel her hips buck a little, her cunt squeezing around my fingers, and she just bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut to try to keep her responses as inobvious as possible.

The moment she was done coming, I was wiping my hand off on my pants. "I need to use the bathroom," I said, getting up after Sophia pulled her hand out of my jeans.

Sophia followed me up to the bathroom and fucked me right there in Dennis's house. I didn't think anybody would overheard us, but I didn't really care, and didn't really bother to check.

* * *

One nice thing about being in the Wards program I hadn't really considered was the amenities. Their showers stayed hot forever - you could sit under there for an hour without the sudden burst of cold that inevitably came after ten or twenty minutes at my home (less, if my parents got there before me). It meant that I soon took up the excellent strategy of showering at the PRT base instead of home, at least when the timing worked out right. Just letting the water wash over me, clear away all the sweat of the day, get me nice and clean for the day.

I heard a creak of the door to the showers, heard a pair of soft footsteps entering, the sound of clothes being discarded. I figured it was just one of the other Wards and didn't think anything of it, until the footsteps approached me from behind. I turned around and was surprised (and a bit relieved) to see that it was Missy there, her cheeks glowing red the moment I laid eyes on her, her petite body displayed to me. There was a sudden fidgeting in her movement, as if she just became aware that she had crossed some line that perhaps shouldn't have been crossed.

Then her eyes slid down to my cock, already hard just from seeing her there, and that fear instantly vanished, her lips curling up in a smile. "I'm going to fuck you right here, up against the wall," she said, her eyes a bit wild as she spoke insistently and forcefully. She licked her lips. "You understand, right?" The way she said it, it was clear the word 'understand' stood for so much more - accept, want, desire, need.

"Yeah," I said, and she did everything short of tackling me, launching herself at my body. I soon had a hand on her tight little butt, my hard cock slapping at her stomach as she slug her arms around my neck and tried to wriggle herself onto my dick.

"Yeah. You're going to fuck me, slut, you're going to be a good boy and stick it in, because that's what you love, right? Being used for sex by a little girl, knowing that you have to submit to her every sexual whim." Her words were accompanied by frantic pelvic thrusting intended to get my cock inside her; eventually, I got frustrated and just pressed her back up against the wall, placing one hand on her hip, the other gripping the base of my cock, using the superior control the position provided me to slip inside her.

She let out a delighted sigh at the feeling, her eyelashes fluttering. Her cunt clamped down hard on my cock, and she bit her lower lip, clearly straining not to come right away. Her fingers clawed briefly at my shoulders as she was held atop me in that position, water continuing to wash over us. I ground myself deep inside her, not able to properly fuck her for the moment, still working to reposition my hands as she squirmed in near orgasm.

The moment she had herself back together, though, I was pumping away, grunting into her ear as I fucked her into the wall. Her blonde hair stuck to her face, and she twitched and writhed against me, perky nipples brushing at my chest as she tried to maintain control over her own body. It felt absolutely great - she was tight like a vice, the way her whole body was tense with her desperate attempts to control her own pleasure serving mostly to intensify her grip on my dick.

I used my powers to push her over the edge, and she squeaked into my ear before swallowing the noise in her throat, clenching herself tight to me as she jerked and bucked in pleasure. Her cheeks were a furious red again, coming so quickly not doing anything for her self control or feminine pride. I enjoyed it though, giving her a little peck on the cheek and neck, a brief nuzzle as I ground myself deep inside her.

The moment she had her wits about her again, she immediately went completely into a desperate attempt to establish her own dominance. "You, you like this pussy, right? You want to come in it again," she said, practically drooling the words, clearly just quoting lines from whatever pornos she'd seen. "Say please. Beg me to let you come inside me." Last time she'd managed to get me to beg, Sophia had been there helping her out - but I decided to be nice.

"Please let me come in you, Missy. I want to come in you so badly."

"Nuh, no, you can't," she sputtered, her voice hitching as her body bounced on my cock. I wasn't letting up in the slightest, continuing to ram in and out of her as she began to make all kinds of lewd demands. "Play with my clit, you have to pla~ay," her voice went into an erotic sing-songy note as I brushed my thumb against her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She twitched as I kept fucking into her, her mouth working but no words coming out, as she tried to give me some fresh order.

She wound up coming again before she managed to speak, leaning forward to press her mouth into the crook of my neck to stifle the cry of pleasure. She made this absolutely beautiful strangled little squeak, a scream she was desperately trying to swallow in her throat and keep from being too audible. Her whole body clung to me, even her legs wrapping around my hips and trying to hold herself on my cock, her insides working me over, massaging and gripping my whole length. I just enjoyed it, holding myself still. Her skin felt sticky, with her body pressed against mine so tightly that the shower's water couldn't wash away the sweat.

When she finally finished coming, she was panting heavily, her hot breaths tickling my skin, her fingers scraping at my back a little harder, her hips starting to do their best to pump up and down in that awkward position, to ride me properly. I let her set the pace for the moment, and her lips were soon kissing and nibbling at my neck, her hands grasping me that little bit harder, looping under my arms to grip my shoulders and hold herself against me.

She went wild once she'd gotten herself into position. She could now just grip my hips with her thighs and ram that tight cunt up and down my dick, her eyes wide as they stared into mine. Her body squeaked softly as her back slid up and down along the wet tile walls; her lips soon moved to find my own, kissing me firmly and letting her tongue tangle up with my own; and her cunt, already tight, started to squeeze and grip my dick as she staked her claim.

She had an overwhelming energy to her, but it was fun and playful despite her intentions. In the moment, she reminded me of Sophia, trying to make me submissive and obedient to her with a forceful domination, but due to the simple fact that she was a tiny younger girl, it was cute instead of threatening. Each squeeze of her cunt around my dick, each time she broke off the kiss to gasp and say whatever lewd things came to mind, each scrape of her fingernails along my skin, each tightening of her muscles around me - they all signalled a desperation for control.

"My pussy is owning your cock, I'm completely dominating you with my cunt," she said, sounding almost delirious. "You have to stay with the Wards so I can keep fucking you all the time," she added, going cross-eyed. My dick twitched inside her; I was honestly quite enjoying her dirty talk even on its own count. Although she was trying to express dominance and aggression, what came through to me was the neediness and desire. She was only being crude in the hopes that it would somehow help maintain her access to my cock.

"I have a girlfriend," I grunted out, as I grasped her hips, starting to put my own energy into it, making her tight little body bounce on my dick. With my strength, it felt like she weighed almost nothing, and she just squeaked as she rode my dick. "I need you to promise me you won't talk everything we've done together," I explained. "If you do that... I'm pretty sure we can fuck a whole lot in the future."

She panted, cheeks turning red, eyes bulging a little as she tried to speak up, to offer her agreement. Her mouth just let spittle fly though, as my hips rammed my cock deep inside her again and again. Her fingernails scraped desperately along my skin, as she went cross-eyed just trying to talk.

"If you tell anybody about me and you, I could get in trouble," I told her, "and then we wouldn't be able to have sex ever again, because I couldn't trust you." She dumbly nodded, little squawks escaping her throat as she tried to speak. "You're not going to talk about this, right? Not even with your friends at school?"

"Nuh, no, I wuh, won't," she sputtered, before coming hard on my cock, squeaking and jerking and spasming. I decided to keep her coming, using my power to push and pull on her own, driving her to let her jaw just fall down, a bit of saliva slipping down over her lower lip and smearing across her chin as she happily twitched and jerked in raw, simple-minded ecstasy. I let go as she convulsed around me, groaning as I bottomed out and filled her with a copious quantity of come.

When I finished, she sighed, and I gently extricated myself from inside her. She found her footing on wobbly legs, shifting in the shower stall to try to start cleaning herself off with the warm water. "Ah... that was really good. You're totally addicted to my young pussy," she said, her words more intended for herself than me, I think.

I managed to resist the urge to tousle her hair, somehow. She really was too cute like this. "Yeah," I agreed, easily. "Just remember to keep quiet about all this, alright?"

"Yeah. Obviously." She puffed up a bit as she spoke, as if she was so cool and mature it was an insult to suggest that she would do something like that. I failed to control myself that time, running my hand through her hair and messing it up. "H-hey," she stammered out, blushing as she tried to reset her hair. "I'm going to teach you a lesson for that, next time," she said, getting under the water stream and combing her fingers through her hair. "I'll completely destroy your cock, you won't be able to think about anything else," she said. Her voice was close to a mutter under her breath, her eyes having a certain glint to them.

"I'll look forward to it," I told her, giving her head one last pat before leaving her alone to get myself dried off and dressed. If somebody came in on her in here now, they'd probably just conclude she'd come into the wrong showers by mistake.