The girl had long, straight, dark brown hair. She was young, maybe twelve or thirteen, but an aura swirled around her, a spiderweb that seemed to be constantly pruning itself and growing out again - she was a parahuman. There was more than that, though, a certain wariness in her eyes. Her breathing was shallow, her gaze firmly focused on the magazine rack in front of her. Not in the sense of looking at it - in the sense of looking past it, trying to remain in a high-traffic area, to keep herself safe, I had to assume by her general posture and actions.
It wasn't me or the way my gaze lingered on her for a few seconds longer. I could tell that much. She'd already been anxious when I had shown up, and she looked like somebody being hunted. She fidgeted in place, then blinked, jerking her head around. She was looking for something, someone.
Finally I just stepped up to her. I was a hero now. Apprentice hero, maybe, but I shouldn't be afraid of approaching a child at a grocery store. "Hey. Are you okay? Have you... lost your parents?" I asked, having no real idea what her problem actually was.
There was just a beat as she stared at me, then her lips curled up into a smile, happy and relieved. She just ran towards and wrapped me in a big, hard hug. "I'm being followed by people who want to kidnap me," she whispered. "Can you please do something?"
"Sure," I agreed, easily. I shifted my posture a bit. I could feel her power, thrumming beneath her skin, something I could toy with, just like always. Instead, I reached into my pocket, having to spend several seconds given how goddamn tight all the pants that Sophia bought me were, and finally fished out the damn phone, immediately calling the PRT. The girl's mood seemed to lighten with each passing second, as if she knew that she was about to become a hell of a lot safer.
It was nice. Given my power, I hadn't really done any patrols, but being able to be a proper hero in a direct, obvious way, instead of just futzing with Sophia or Missy's power according to whatever the Director asked for, was really, genuinely nice. Especially since it was for a scared kid who was calming down remarkably fast, given that nothing had actually happened yet to make her safer.
* * *
I found out later that she was a precog named Dinah Alcott - the mayor's niece, even. Apparently some unknown force had been planning to kidnap her, and when I'd shown up and gotten the PRT involved... they'd stopped. She went through the standard family rigamarole, smiled uncomfortably as her mother got increasingly angry at the fact her daughter had almost been kidnapped... the whole thing.
"Why didn't you just call the PRT yourself?" I asked, when she was finally done getting the Wards tour. She seemed to like me, which wasn't really that surprising given that, from her perspective, I'd saved her from some terrible fate.
She shook her head. "I think whoever it is... has someone on the inside of the PRT. Telling mom, calling the cops, calling the PRT, all of it made it more likely, made them act sooner. Not you, though." She smiled as she said those words. "Thanks for doing the right thing. Once I told you, the odds of getting captured went down by a lot. I don't really know why, but I'm glad."
"I'd be a terrible person if I didn't help a girl asking for protection," I told her, not used to the praise at all.
"Um." She swallowed. "I'm safer when I'm close to you, I think? You're not less safe, though," she added, quickly. "So can I stay close to you?" There was a hint of a blush to her cheeks. It took me a second to place - at first, I'd thought it was just embarrassment about having to act so childish and needy. Then I realized it was because she found me very attractive, and she was basically a pubescent boy asking to hang around the extremely sexy older girl that was probably going to be the source of a lot of late-night fantasies, and definitely plenty of hero worship.
Well. I'd make it as easy on her as I could. "Sure. Don't worry about it at all," I told her, giving her hair a little tossle. She smiled at that, then sat down next to me firmly.
* * *
Sophia was out on patrol again, leaving me back at base, ready to provide a little healing or fiddle with powers if it was necessary. Dinah was in much the same position as me, having a power that was absolutely useless in a fight, and frankly seemed more useful hiding out in the base. She could provide intelligence to whoever was in the field much better if they just asked the questions to her over comms.
Dinah had settled into the Wards quite well; she seemed pretty friendly with Missy in particular. She wound up finding me where I was sitting in front of the TV, vegging out to some Blockbuster Now. She sat down next to me, but the way she moved trembled with anxious energy, trying to bring herself to the point of acting. "Missy talks about you sometimes," she told me. "She says you..." she trailed off. "Well, she says stuff about you she probably thinks makes her look cool," she decided on.
It took me a couple seconds to figure out what she could possibly be talking about. "Ah." I rolled my shoulders, glancing around the room - we were alone. I leaned into her. "It's true."
Instantly, her cheeks turned bright red, a cute little squeak escaping her throat as she stuttered and stammered for a second or two. "She says- I mean, um." She blinked rapidly. Sometimes she'd do that, and I was pretty sure she was engaging her power each time she did. (She only ever seemed to use her power socially for me, but she did the same thing sometimes when she was doing comms stuff.) "...want to have sex?" She squeaked the question out, like she didn't even trust it herself.
"With you?" She clenched her eyes shut as if expecting a slap. Instead, I put a gentle hahnd on her shoulder. She was a cute young thing who clearly really, desperately wanted it. When you flipped the genders around, this was a twelve year old boy with a mega-crush on an older girl asking if she wanted to have sex. Given how sweet and nice Dinah was, I was absolutely certain she only asked that because her power told her it was the best way to have sex with me. Which, it was, so... "I'd be happy. I should call Sophia first, she gets angry if I have sex with other girls without permission."
"Ah..." Dinah swallowed faintly, glancing at the phone as it went up to my ear.
"Hey, slut," Sophia said, showing a shocking lack of decorum given she was working. "Little out of breath, keep it short?"
"Dinah heard from Missy that I give great massages. My power helps a bit, so I can't claim it's purely the woman who taught me how. Anyway, I know you can get weird about me giving girls massages without permission, so..."
"What?" Sophia took a couple seconds. "Oh. Oh. Massages. Yeah. I get you." Great. I went to all the effort to come up with a good lie, and here she was, making it sound like it was code for drugs. "Fuck it. Sure. I won't be back for a few hours anyway, won't make you wait. Probably be tired anyway," she muttered.
"Talk to you later," I told Sophia.
"You'll do more than that, I hope," she replied, before I hung up on her.
Dinah was already standing up, her eyes glancing around the room like a cornered rabbit trying to find an escape route. Not out of fear, just anxious energy to get laid, and fast, before she woke up from her dream.
I decided to go for something fun and friendly. I hefted her up in my arms easily, carrying her bridal into the adjoining room with the beds. She let out this cute, adorable little squeak, a blush and a squirming smile appearing on her features, as I kicked shut the door behind us, laid her down on the bed.
For a girl like her, I figured that she needed something gentle and sweet to begin with. I positioned myself above her, gently kissing her lips, softly at first. Her tongue flicked against my lips, more born of curiosity, looking to taste me, than anything else. Her hands reached up for me, softly caressing my cheeks for a long few seconds, then continuing onward to gently brush through my hair, teasing and trailing her fingers through it with casual delight. The way her lips quirked on her face, wiggling around happily like she'd just won the lottery, was incredibly sexy, and encouraged me on as I gently pushed up her skirt, teasing her slim thighs with my hand before continuing my route to her sex, starting to gently brush and caress it as I kept up the long kiss.
She let out hot breaths, tickling my lips, my cheeks, a heavy swallow seeming to rebound in the room. I pulled back, staring down at her with a smile in my eyes as I quietly pulled down her panties, tossing them aside the moment she got done wiggling her way out of them. She promptly spread her legs wide, inviting me inside her, but blushing bright red and not saying a single word. I took out a condom from my pants, gently tossing it down on her stomach. She stared at it in quiet wonder as I took off my own pants, letting my hard cock burst free into the open air, and she started to scramble to pick up the condom - I just took it from her myself.
"Let me. You can keep it as a souveneir after, if you want it, I know some girls do." She blushed but nodded a tiny amount, nervous energy bouncing off her in waves as I took out my own cock and slowly - making a show of it - pulled the condom over my length. Once it was completely engulfed, I pointed it at her slick sex. With a single, gentle movement, I filled her up in a slow stroke. She let out a soft pant, her whole body faintly twitching and quivering beneath me. I could see as she strained to keep herself from coming, the way she bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut as I gently sawed my way, inch by inch, ever deeper inside her tight sex, slowly but surely seeing my length vanish. I'd seen that kind of response plenty enough times to know how to deal with it: a liberal application of my power.
The moment I was fully buried inside her, I set her off, making her bounce and jerk like a fish on dry land. Her hands clamped over her mouth to silence the squeal that briefly left her throat, her eyes clenching shut as her legs kicked at the air behind me. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly as she stared up at me, and she felt amazingly good, her tight sex putting plenty of work into wringing out my cock. When she finished her orgasm, panting, half-dressed... I acted on instinct. I grabbed her thighs and hefted them up, shifting her body so that her ankles came to rest on my shoulders. She blinked rapidly at the sudden shift, but not in a bad way - more confused, interested, and eager, as I leaned forward, pushing her body into a V-shape.
She was definitely into it. It was more than just enjoying the raw sensation, too: she liked being on the bottom, playing the submissive role. I was definitely enjoying it, the way she faintly squirmed under me. Her expression flickering through emotions, pleasure coursing through her whole body as I just fucked away, the mattress squeaking beneath us. I grunted and growled, my fingers tightening their grip on her legs as I upped my pace another few notches.
It felt like the whole bed was bouncing from the force, and she started to squeak again. I decided to give her an even more full-throated kiss than the previous one, pressing my lips down against hers. My tongue wriggled past her lips, flicking at the back of her palate, and she let out a quiet moan of pleasure, this delightfully throaty noise that seemed to resonate all the way back to my tonsils. She was pliant beneath me, not really an active kisser, but I found I didn't mind at all.
I raised my pace by another few notches, just pounding away. We must have been quite a sight: me, muscular and tall, her, petite and small. When we stood next to each othere, she didn't even come up all the way to my shoulder. Now that she was compressed beneath me, that size difference felt even bigger, as if I was about to crush her with my weight at any moment.
She didn't seem to mind it. Her hands were still trailing through my hair, idly playing with it, clawing at my scalp each time she came then embarrassedly falling away before I grabbed her wrists and put her hands right back on my head. Her cutely shy and sweet nature was incredibly sexy, and it didn't take that many orgasms for me to finally decide to let go. Only fourteen or fifteen. When I finally unloaded inside her, her top was a bit sticky with sweat, clinging to her body in a way that showed seemingly every detail of her bra.
I swallowed as I pulled out of her, finally releasing her body to rearrange itself. She let out a pant, her head lolling to one side, but her eyes were locked on my cock. I gingerly peeled off the condom, carefully knotting it off and gently tossing it to her. She let out this cute little noise, sueaky and giddy as she considered the thing, one hand reaching out to trail along the rubber with absolute fascination. Honestly, the way girls sometimes treated condoms... it kinda reminded me of the way guys would get fascinated with (their wives') pregnant bellies. Here was this thing that created new life, a miraculous thing, right next to them, that they had created by their efforts and the incredible beneficence of the woman in question.
Probably just my imagination, honestly.
In any case, my cock twitched in the air, hard from watching her do that, and her eyes went down to it. There was this soft exhalation that escaped her throat, seeming to tickle its way through the air as her eyes locked on my dick. She swallowed loudly. "Sorry... ah! I should have done foreplay!" She squeaked the words out with bright red cheeks, as if she'd been planning out exactly how she'd want her first time to be, and a blowjob was part of it.
It was honestly really cute. "We can still keep going, if you want to try a blowjob."
She swallowed, her gaze going down towards my cock again. She shifted on the bed, crawling towards me, gingerly staring at my dick. There was no loving kisses or licks or any kind of curious inspection with the fingertips or mouth: she wrapped her lips around my cockhead, lidding her eyes and gently sliding forward. She managed to take maybe a third of my length before I hit the back of her tiny mouth, but her response wasn't one of gagging and desperately pulling back - instead, she knit her brow and tried to take even more of my cock into her throat.
It was a forceful thing, despite her gags as an inch or so of my cock slid into the back of her mouth. Her hands reached for my hips, gripping them tightly, as she strained to work herself further down my dick. She let out soft, wet noises, glugs and glaks, as she choked herself on it, drool spilling out over her lower lip as she strained to take me to the base.
She did it, too. That was the surprising thing. It made me think she must have practiced in anticipation, then been so overwhelmed by how willing I was, that she hadn't actually managed to remember to blow me. It was cute. And sexy. Very sexy. When she finally took me all the way to the base, her face was a mess: flush cheeks coated in tears, pink sclera in eyes that watered as they stared up at me, and plenty of saliva coating her chin, pooling between my thighs as she softly, wetly, choked on my cock, her throat trying to expel the unwanted intruder.
I let her rest down there for a few long seconds, which seemed only to stretch out as she willingly choked herself on my cock. I quickly reappraised exactly how much of a submissive she was, and grabbed a tangle of her hair, peeling her off my cock. She hacked a little, more saliva dribbling out of her mouth as she limply stared up at me, wiping her chin with the back of her hand as if in challenge. "Was it not good?" Her voice almost trembled.
One thing I had learned about dealing with questions like that in this world: actions speak louder than words. I tightened my grip on her hair and forced her back down on my cock, making her sputter in surprise, eyes going wide, then the hints of a smile appearing in them. I held her down in my pelvis, grabbing the base of my shirt and peeling it off, letting her enjoy the sight of my naked body before yanking her back off.
I wasn't gentle. She didn't want me to be either, that much was obvious, as I twisted her around on the bed so her head hung off. Her eyes stared up at my body with naked delight, but her mouth fell open, ready and willing to accept my cock. My length faintly twitched, smearing precum across her lips, and the deeply aroused young woman promptly licked it all up, making a hum that declared she was savoring the flavor.
I couldn't tease her forever - it was teasing myself just as much. So I rammed my cock into her throat, reaching down for her top and starting to unbutton it as I began to literally fuck her face, my balls slapping at her nose. Her throat was still resisting intermittently, slowing my pace awkwardly, and provoking these petite twitches, as I stripped her naked. Eventually, though, I managed to have her naked, and her throat was beginning to acclimate, letting me fuck away.
I reached down for her newly-naked body, one hand gently teasing her very modest breasts - she was an a-cup if it wasn't a training bra - the other, sliding down towards her youthfully bare pussy, slipping a couple fingers inside of there. She moaned quietly, tongue flicking around as much as it could in her mouth as I started to play with her. Her legs kicked at the air in excitement, clearly enjoying being played with in this awkward position. To her, it must have been something like a subby guy having a hot girl sit on his face and jerk him off.
No, that wasn't fair to her. She also really, clearly, obviously, had about the most powerful teeny-bopper crush that it was possible to feel for me. That thought made my cock twitch inside her throat, and I bottomed out with a groan, simply letting loose deep inside her throat, probably keeping her from tasting even a single droplet as I directly deposited the protein into her stomach. Not wanting to take that journey all on my own, I applied my power in a gentle push-pull to force her over the edge, making her come, her whole body wriggling on the bed beneath me as she did so. The moans of pleasure that escaped her throat provided an intense pleasure to me, dragging out a few more shots of cum before I was completely spent.
I had to will myself to pull out, not wanting to choke her into unconsciousness on my cock. My somehow still-hard dick slapped against her cheeks almost absently as I pulled out, my whole length throbbing with eager energy. I panted in pleasure, my whole body twitching a bit, and clasped the bunk above hers for balance. She just nuzzled it like it was a cute animal she wanted to cuddle with, her hands coming up to it to stroke it.
"Thanks for doing this with me," she said, in this heartbreakingly sweet tone of voice. "I know I'm a big pervert for liking this kind of stuff. You're really nice."
My cock twitched at those words, and she did seem to notice it, her gaze going to the horniness detecting device in her hand. "I like this kind of stuff too. I like all kinds of stuff." I gently patted her head. "Normally I can only get the subby stuff from older women. Girls our age can be... kind of insecure." That was putting it mildly. "It's nice, that you like this sort of stuff, and let me do it. Don't feel shy about it. You should feel proud, that you're confident enough to indulge what you like with the boy you like."
She blushed bright red, not at the compliments (those only got her into a slightly-intensified pink, over the flush that already came from the sex), but at the statement that I was the boy she liked. "I- I don't," she sputtered out, and I silenced her by angling my cock back at her throat, sparing her from having to argue that, actually, she didn't like the extremely handsome guy who saved her life and fucked like a tiger.
"Don't worry about it. You're not the first girl to have feelings for me, and you probably won't be the last." My hands gently began to play with her body once again, and that was what actually got her to relax, her eyes closing as she simply paid attention to the physical sensations she was experiencing. "I'm with Sophia, obviously, but I can be nice and we can have fun together lots in the future, alright?"
She hummed out an agreement, even nodding with my cock lodged firmly in her throat. My whole length throbbed in response, and I ground my dick as deep as I could inside her throat, watching it bulge, feeling as her nose brushed against my balls. It was just really, really, fucking good, honestly. I made her come with an almost absent application of my power, her legs kicking at the air as I enjoyed the way her cut-off moans massaged my cock where it rested deep inside her throat.
I had to pull out eventually, my cock twitching wildly in front of her mouth. She started to form words with her lips almost immediately, though her breath heaved between each one. "I, I do, I really do, l-l-li-" was as far as she got before I started to come all over her cute face, making her close her eyes and just bask in the cum as it splattered against her cheeks, her nose, her palate, totally messing up her face even more than it had already been messed up.
That was my limit, at least for the moment. The moment the last droplet of cum splattered out, I collapsed onto my ass, sucking in deep breaths as I did. She was the one who broke the silence. "You'll really do stuff like this with me again? I mean-" she cut herself off.
"I really will. Use your power if you don't believe me."
I could see the subtle signs she was using her power, some mix of a change in the way her aura swirled around her and body language, still visible even though her eyes were forced shut by all my cum. She let out a little squeal of joy as she got what was almost certainly an over 99.9 percent chance of more sex with me.
"You're really, really cute, Dinah," I told her, making her put on an even deepr blush. "Want me to go get something to clean off your face?" She chewed her lip for just a second, then quietly nodded, a shy smile on her lips as she did it.
