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Title: Lustful

Word count: 2,535 words

Read on, oh faithful ones...

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Steve hung up from the phone call, staring at the small red phone in his palm for a moment. He wondered if anyone would care if he just crushed the phone and pretended that he'd never had that conversation, never heard the call. Sighing, he ran a hand over his hair and headed down to the Secret Sanctum to get changed. Despite his reservations, Steve knew that he could never just ignore a call like that. He had to go and save Maxville from the villain's clutches again, even if the villain was actually a villainess in the form of one extremely attractive woman by the name of Lustful.

Josie had been called away to Rome, to attend some negotiations with the Ambassador in Italy or something, and she'd left him with express instructions not to fight Lustful on his own. But the Mayor had called, a haze of lust obvious even in his voice over the phone, and Lustful had made her demands. She'd promised to let the citizens of Maxville go if he'd fight her and come alone. There was no way the Commander could stand back and watch as the good citizens of Maxville were reduced to such mindless acts of debauchery, the lust in their minds taking over until they died of heart attacks, no matter who they were or how old. Lustful's power worked on old and young alike, so long as the person had enough hormones to become ... well, lustful. (Due to the nature in which people died, there was talk of Lustful wanting to call herself the Queen of Hearts, but all eventually decided that three syllables was too long to pronounce in a hurry.)

His tights on, cape adjusted, and glasses off, the Commander left the Secret Sanctum in the Jetcar (it wasn't really a jet car, but according to their PR agent, 'jetcar' sounded better than The Car) and headed into Maxville's centre, where Lustful was holding the Mayor. She was probably caressing and kissing him too.

Steve shook his head at the thought, his cheeks reddened slightly, and he shifted a gear, driving even faster. As he swerved past parked cars in the middle of the road, windows fogging up and lustful moans following him into the city, Steve shed his civilian persona and became the Commander, a superhero who thought of nothing more than the feelings the poor citizens around them were being subjected to against their will. If he didn't hurry, then they might even be killing themselves with sex.

Turning the steering wheel sharply, the Jetcar parked cleanly in the only available parking spot across from the Mayor's office. The Commander left the car and headed into the building. He figured that since he was expected, there was no point in trying to hide his entrance. The security guard was alone in the foyer, but the man's eyes were glazed, his eyes glued to the building's security screens as he stroked himself, wanton moans escaping his throat almost involuntarily. The Commander's eyes widened slightly, and he almost ran past the man to get to the elevators. Pressing a button, he stepped forward in relief when the doors slid open. Moans filtered out of the elevator, and his eyes widened further on seeing more than two people in various states of undress inside.

"Sorry," he said awkwardly, turning around and heading for the stairs, hoping that they'd be a safer and less traumatising trip.

A loud scream had the Commander running up the stairs as fast as he could, but the sight he came upon wasn't one of pain and torture, a woman's legs wrapped around a man's head as she screamed her release. The Commander stared briefly, a guilty pleasure at the sight.

"Oh, my. I-I'm sorry. I'll stop her soon. I promise," the Commander said, moving past them as quickly as he could.

The rest of the stairway seemed to be clear, and the Commander made it up to the top floor in a matter of minutes. He opened the door to hear a number of moans coming from various cubicles, and hurried past people, shielding his eyes the best he could as he headed towards the Mayor's office. The Commander hoped that the Mayor wasn't in any compromising situation, as the rest of the building's occupants were, and kept his eyes shielded as he walked into the office, just in case.

"Ah, the Commander. I'm so pleased you could come," Lustful murmured, her voice itself a sultry sound that few could hope to resist.

Looking up now, the Commander saw that the Mayor was tied up in the corner of the room, but was covered in red-lipped kisses, his eyes trained on Lustful's alluring and revealing form as best as he could from his awkward position.

"Let them go, Lustful. They're not the reason you're here; I am," the Commander said, stepping forward with his hands on his hips, the classic superhero pose.

She just laughed, her eyes roaming over him luxuriously, the tip of her tongue moistening her red lips. "Am I? What if I'm doing all of these people a favour? Giving them all a day of debauchery that they'll never forget?" Lustful asked, a wicked grin on her lips.

The Commander stepped forward involuntarily, the very sight of her lips making him long for her. It was a pheromone thing, Josie had told him that, and it was dangerous to even be in a ten-block radius of Lustful. Yet here he was, in the same room as her, and the Commander wondered what all of the fuss was about. In fact, she seemed almost innocent, with her big blue eyes shining at him like that. Her body was shapely, of course - a super named Lustful had to live up to the name - and her breasts were large, smooth, perfectly round. As if they were made for him to hold, to touch, to taste and mark. Overall, the most danger Lustful seemed to have was her thighs; they looked as though they could kill a man if they were wrapped around him, and what a way to go.

Lustful made another laugh, this time her gaze was focused on one particular area of the Commander's body. He shook his head quickly, his traitorous thoughts clearing, even as he went bright red, moving his cape to hide his problem.

"Stop it, Lustful! Let them go and fight me properly."

"Stop it? Oh, my dear Commander, I can't stop my power any more than you can. You can't turn your power off, all of those big ... muscles and indestructibility, and I can't turn mine off either," Lustful murmured, moving towards him carefully.

He didn't move a muscle, watching her warily for weapons. She didn't produce any, simply smiling at him, albeit a little sadly.

"You were given the ability to choose with your power: good or evil. But with mine and the response I invoke in people, I've only everbeen viewed as a villain, and I can't escape that, no matter what I say or do... The people are out there fucking each other because of me, and I can't stop them. It's my curse, you see. The entire town is in the throes of pleasure, and not caring if every villain rises up to take over the city! I'm a danger to them, to you, to everyone, even myself. I only called you here to talk, Commander. Won't you talk with me?" Lustful asked, her fingers trailing along his bicep as she looked up at him through long blonde eyelashes.

He nodded, and she smiled prettily, standing up on her toes, her lips pressing up against his gently. As soon as she kissed him, a feeling overcame the Commander - no, Steve. The Commander disappeared at the touch of her lips, leaving nothing but the man in his wake - and he needed Lustful more than he needed to breathe. His lips crashed against hers, his fingers tearing at the ridiculous outfit she wore, her body pressing up against his. Lustful moaned against his mouth and Steve knew that no sound had ever sounded sweeter. She wrapped a leg wrapped around his waist, his hands now working at his own outfit. In a matter of seconds, he was buried inside of her, Lustful was screaming his name and he pushed her up against a wall, fucking her harder than he'd ever fucked anyone else before. His vision was nothing but a haze of lust, of sex, of the need to have, take, bite, claim, mark, grope, fuck, fuck, fuck harder, please harder. Oh, wait, that was Lustful. Steve grinned, his fingers digging into her hips as he happily complied. Lustful screamed her orgasm, Steve's own following a moment later, and accompanied in the chorus of screams and moans, a door slammed open behind them.

Turning around, Lustful still wrapped around his waist, Steve smiled at Josie happily, his orgasm's haze still clouding his mind.

"Oh, hello, Josie love. Care to join in?" Lustful asked with a giggle.

"No, thank you, Laurie," she said icily. "Steve, what are you doing?" Josie asked sharply, glowering at him, her hands clenched by her sides tightly.

"I caught Lustful."

"Yeah, with his cock," Lustful added, laughing again.

"Shut up, Laurie. Unwrap yourself from my husband this instant, and stand up against the wall."

"Well, if you wanted me on display like that, all you had to do was ask," Lustful quipped, unwrapping her body from Steve's and moving to the wall, her body in a promiscuous pose.

She knew that she was probably going to gaol, but despite that, Lustful knew that she had still won; Steve succumbing to her power and fucking her right in front of his wife was the kind of thing that would break the world's two greatest superheroes. It would all be because of her, gaol or not. She smiled smugly, even as Josie glared at her and moved forward, a pair of power repressing handcuffs in her hands. As soon as the large and bulky white cuffs were on Lustful's wrists, the moans that had been filtering in from the cubicles outside stopped completely, and Steve seemed to regain his senses. His eyes widened when he realised that he was exposed, and he turned to cover himself up again.

"Ah well. It was fun, Steve. Call me," Lustful said jovially over her shoulder, Jetstream marching her out of the Mayor's office.

She laughed at the sight of various women and men standing up, shirts open, pants gone, hands wet and sticky. The smell of sex in the air had no equal, and if the cuffs weren't on her, then Lustful's power would have increased even more. She could already feel the swell of pheromones inside of her, and she knew that if she kissed someone now, they would succumb to her even without an extra burst of power.

"Oh, Josie? How about a kiss? You know, for old times' sake?" Lustful asked, licking her lips. "Remember how we used to drive the boys crazy? I sure remember your hands inside my shirt," she added, grinning.

"Be quiet, Laurie. It was a mistake to choose you as my sidekick; I know that now. The only thing I'm doing with you is sending you straight to Maxville's Super Penitentiary," Josie muttered. "They've got power repressors, just like the ones you're wearing now. You'll never escape, and never be able to use your power again, just as it should be."

Lustful's eyes widened, and she stopped suddenly. "But, Josie, you said you loved me."

"That was you, your power, that wasn't me," Josie muttered, ignoring Lustful's giggle.

"Hmm, probably. Ah well, at least I got your husband to fuck me. I bet he's never been as rough with you as he was with me; poor thing's probably terrified of hurting his precious and perfect wife to really give you a good fucking," Lustful sneered. "I'm going to be bruised for months," she added, a shiver of pleasure flowing over her.

"You're sick, Laurie," Josie said, shaking her head pityingly as she led her prisoner out of the elevator and through the foyer.

"You're jealous," she replied, turning around suddenly, slipping out of Jetstream's grasp only to kiss her soundly. "I didask if you wanted to join in," she murmured, her tongue flicking against Josie's bottom lip.

Josie made a sound, something between a moan and protest, and with a smirk, Lustful continued to kiss her. In the background, she heard the security guard's moan add in to the chorus, and the pleasure he felt at the sight of them kissing increased her power, no matter the cuffs around her wrists. Some powers just couldn't be contained when they were in such a close and personal proximity - the cuffs could only contain what she emitted to others that weren't right in front of her, kissing her- and Lustful's lipstick increased the pheromones as well. They worked so well until Josie herself was undoing the cuffs, freeing Lustful so she could get more of her. The moment she heard the cuffs open, Lustful pulled away from Josie, licking her swollen lips in pleasure.

"You always didknow how to kiss me best, Josie," she quipped with a wink.

A rush of power flew out of Lustful, a hazy red wave flowing out of her, hitting Josie and making her fall to the ground, before shooting up through the building. All through the office, people fell to the floor in an after-orgasm haze, their eyes closing, their pleasure exhausting them to the point of sleep. With everyone out like a light, Lustful gave another laugh, pressing a kiss to her calling card, a red smear lying beside Josie's fallen form.

Lustful left the building, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She could have killed them easily, but it just wasn't her style. Besides, it only meant that she'd be able to get a bigger rise out of Josie the next time they met. Josie, who wanted nothing more than to be seen as perfect to the world, and definitely not a woman who'd gone around town kissing villains-to-be like Lustful just to tease men. Josie was the best-known female superhero in the world, and she had to live up to the reputations of the abounding male superheroes if she wanted to make it in the super world. Even if that meant denying everything she'd done that didn't fit in with that perfection.

Josie was unable to look at Steve after what he'd done, and he spent most of his afternoon clearing off the old sofa lounge in the Secret Sanctum to sleep on that night, and presumably for a month or two after that. Leaving her husband in the Sanctum, Josie flew up to the house, the wall sliding shut behind her. In their room, she took out Lustful's calling card from her pocket, the red lips mocking her. Throwing the card in the bin, Josie lit a match, threw it in, and watched as the card burned, the red lips the last to fade away.

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The end.

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