"Okay, the ABB is pretty much done, the last of their leaders eaten and all that remains between the nazis and the majority of the asian population of Brockton Bay is a few leftover fighters without any organization worth calling such to fall back on. In other words, now's the perfect time to let that whole situation take its natural course while we go back to recruiting."
With a wan smile, Sarah expresses exactly how much she cared about that whole introductory sequence. "Alright, Gabe, let's see what we have to work with here in the Bay."
"Alright, Parian. Real name Sabah Abadi, university student. Originally attending courses like math and engineering, she recently switched to fashion design after a series of unfortunate events in her private life- that ring any bells?"
"Of course, Sarah. So, she triggered, changed courses into something to do with her power?"
"Exactly. One of the reasons she triggered can be lead back to her being ostracized after a few students heard her being called a bitch or something in class- it's hard to really reconstruct things like this, you know how it is- and she eventually caved in and apologized to the guy that called her that when she wouldn't go out with him."
"Ah, typical scumbag move, he couldn't land her, so obviously it was her fault." It still amuses you to this day when people actually pull one of these and aren't called out for it- loudly remarking their 'obvious' inadequacies usually has them mentally cower. Or flip out, a fun time either way.
"She may also just not be into guys, or at least I haven't found any non-lesbian porn on her computer when I hacked in."
"That... may be an issue. I mean, seducing lesbians, while a fun pastime, is still a little hit-and-miss as far as I am concerned."
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I have her address, a small apartment not far from her campus, her internet habits and passwords for just about anything, heck, I got her social security number. How do we want to do this?"
"And with that, all that's left is to wait until she responds," Sarah grins at you, the smug hard to overlook even if one doesn't have the ability to hear it in her voice.
Of course, you know exactly what to do when she gets smug. "Well done," you grin back, immediately giving her a hug and kissing her forehead (on account of being the easiest to reach for you).
"Ugh, stop it! I was doing something!"
"Sure you were, sure you were. But now just lemme give you a big ol' hug, okay?"
"Mhmhmuh." Murmuring rebelliously, Sarah nevertheless doesn't actually try to push you away. When some people might get annoyed by what you like to call Smugrah when she can't hear, it's the best time to strike with compliments and cuddling, all told, as no matter how often you do this, she never seems to expect being shown some love in those moments.
When Aisha wanders into the room, drinking from one of the water bottles you've taken to just leave around in your room for her, you just silently have her join in, the spontaneous group hug doing wonders for your mood, especially with how well you've been eating recently.
And if you end up just relaxing and playing Mario Party for an hour or two with all three of you afterwards, well, who can tell you not to?
All said and done, though, you still have some time left before the sun rises once again, a scant few hours left of your night. That said, you don't really have anything in specific burning under your fingernails right this moment...
Your little spontaneous party in your private rooms ends up being far more fun than originally expected, with Kate and Sherrel popping in bringing some of Ethan's pastries, Mario Party and Mario Kart turning into adequate entertainment despite the fact everyone involved has literally superhuman reflexes and can play near-perfectly with ease, even Aisha with 'only' thrall-benefits.
As it turns out, her being a thrall and still debatably human means she has all those human functions and foibles, and with how all of you are consistently feeding and watering her, she regularly has to go to the toilet, much to her chagrin when you tease her over it. More importantly, she still needs to brush her teeth, especially with all the sweets she's eating, and so naturally, everyone takes turns to brush Aisha's teeth in the well-heated bath, all of your naked bodies rubbing against each other as you flirt in all directions.
Strangely enough, Aisha doesn't seem to mind it that much anymore at some point, obediently holding still and getting brushed as you idly masturbate her.
"Aww, this is so sweet!" Sarah exclaims at some point, popping out her fox ears and tail to punctuate the statement.
"I'd say you're just as sweet," Kate counters, taking a seat to ruffle hear ears a little as you and Sherrel work on Aisha.
All in all, a fun time is had by all.
"Alright Sarah, let's talk about that official news release thing I mentioned after I ate Lung. How's it coming along?"
"Yeah, about that. Gabe, why do we actually want to do it? I mean, I get the idea behind the usual streams, and they're good at what they do, but making a news segment over something literally everyone already knows isn't doing much."
"What do people know, then? The big concern was that the usual news outlets wouldn't report the actual story and/or give credit to the heroes."
"They did, but only minimally. The official words is the Crypts went in, murdered Lung and any 'rival criminals' before securing victims of human trafficking and moving on, rampaging all over the city. I could go into more depth, but that's what the average viewer knows. So what exactly do we want a news broadcast for that the actual news don't already cover?"
"In that case, screw that plan, I suppose. It was mostly meant as insurance just in case the PRT tried to spin this against us, PR-wise, or steal credit, for that matter. Guess I didn't expect them to actually release as much of the truth as they did, considering it kinda makes 'em look bad."
"Not that bad, all told. They were still all over those places we visited and cracked down on the ABB all over the city immediately afterwards, so people are considering this an issue of secrecy on the ABB's side rather than anything else. That in combination with the low-key gang war the PRT is fighting against the E88 has most people ignore the worse parts of their performance as new news keep on rolling in."
"Huh. Guess they aren't called the 'PR'T for no reason, after all."
"Honestly, did you even look at the news before deciding about doing this?"
"Look, I've been pretty busy lately, okay? no need to get angry over it. How about another topic entirely, one Mister Gladly. How are things going for him?"
"Ah, yes, I looked into that. Our friend Gladly is currently in PRT custody, actually, until it's decided what they'll do with him."
"Doesn't the police usually handle unpowered criminals after the PRT's busted them as parts of parahuman-led gangs?" Or at least you remember something like that from the classes on legalities surrounding parahumans, way back when.
"Normally, yes. In this case, though, we're looking at a teacher at Winslow where, as I've found after a bit of digging, one Sophia Hess aka Shadow Stalker attends."
"Hm. A fakeout about the local Wards all being sent to Arcadia?"
"Yes, she requested to stay at Winslow when she became a Ward. Pretty sure something fucky's going on about that, too, but I haven't got anything so far. It's more a side project when I'm not as busy. So, back on topic, Gladly's in holding for the time being, but I suppose we could arrange something, if we're fine with using our indirect influence in the PRT... if 'Bug Girl' is worth the bother, anyways. Up to you, I suppose, she looked like an easy recruit with the way you had her hanging onto your every word."
"Nah, just do me a favor and double check he's flagged as knowing a Ward's identity or however the PRT handles that kinda thing? We can let the 'long arm of justice' do the rest."
"Hahaha!" This one actually has Sarah laghing outright. "I'll look into it when I make my usual rounds of their systems later today. Anything else?"
"Just one thing; in my totally existing teenager persona, I offered to take one Victoria and Amelia Dallon out to a double date this afternoon, so would it bother you at all to come along? I'd love to introduce you."
Snorting, Sarah shakes her head. "As your sister or your girlfriend? Or do we skip the pretenses and go for both straight off the bat? Either way, I'm in. This can only end hilariously, and I've been meaning to try out my own sun resistance."
"Great, so be prepared in a few hours and have your poker face ready. Sunlight still sucks."
Good thing you came to do this early in the morning, you mused while pulling into the, thankfully, mostly empty parking lot. "Okay, let's do this." Okita takes a deep breath before the two of you step out of the car and head towards the store.
"Just don't feel pressured, alright? This is just completely normal stuff for everyone involved. Nobody will be particularly cross if you don't pronounce anything right."
"I understandu," Okita agrees, her thick japanese accent shining through now that you've switched from Thulian to English.
This can only end well...
Entering the supermarket itself, you just watch and follow along as Okita takes a look around, browsing the shelves until she finds the bakery articles, swiftly locating the plastic boxes filled with four of these really big, juicy muffins inside, divided between normal ones and chocolate dough ones, pieces of chocolate inside both sorts, taking it to her generous chest and marching off towards the cashier on the other side of the sales floor.
Wordlessly, she carefully puts the box of muffins, cramming a few ten dollar notes out of her pocket, the bored guy doing his job of cashing in simply drawing the box over, taking the money Okita gives him and giving her back the change without a word.
Okita takes both the change and the box, wordlessly following you back to the car.
"I didu it."
"Yes, you did. Now let's get back to base and eat these on the way, you know how Ethan gets when someone brings anything he didn't make in."
Seriously nodding, Okita takes her seat, opening the box of her treasures and carefully offering you one of the muffins.
"Let's share."
Of course, on the way back, you share. And when you arrive, Okita insists on having Ethan bake something again, just so she can share more with you.
"Well, here we go," you say in a chipper tone, driving out of the underground garage and onto Brockton Bay's busy streets, exposing your fancy ride's insides to sunlight.
You're used to the sensation by now, so you avoid drawing attention to it in any manner, but Sarah, well, Sarah immediately hisses and (figuratively) spits, grasping for your arm on her side with both hands.
"This suuuuucks. This is the reason I loved coffee when I was human. Any chance we can get some when we arrive?"
"Sure we can, just don't expect it to do anything anymore." Directing your amused drawl towards the back seats, where Aisha is currently positively lounging, stretching her naked body over the row of upholstery, you continue; "How about you, Aisha, you doing alright back there?"
Lazily lifting a thumb's up, Aisha cuddles deeper into the seats. "'M fine."
"That's good to hear."
All said and done, you soon arrive at the target location for this particular excursion, a nice little ice cream parlor near the boardwalk, but not actually on it.
Time to get your game on.
As you have arrived earlier than your counterparts for this date, you go on ahead and take a seat at your reserved table, taking the menu to hand and signalling you'd like to order, getting a pair of cappuccinos for both you and Sarah, letting her enjoy the merits of placebo effects, even as she knows it isn't doing anything.
Then again, you aren't about to complain about Sarah being a little less grumpy.
"Let's get this over with. I'm genuinely having trouble so much as understanding my power's input in the sun."
"You'll have to get used to it at some point, Sarah. Ah, and here come the girls of the hour."
Amy and Vicky Dallon enter the parlor, the former leading the latter. Vicky seems somehow down, but you don't have any time to really dwell on that as you wave them over, your teenaged form sitting in one of the corner booths with generous amounts of space for Aisha to sit between you and Sarah, stroking her thigh absently as you do.
"Hey you two, take a seat, I hope you don't mind we got something to drink ahead of time."
"Not at all, I'll want a coffee myself. Remind me why I agreed to meet at asleep o'clock on a Sunday morning?" Amy asks grouchily, sitting down and waving down the waitress.
"Because of my ineffable charm and request to have this double date?"
"Yeah, right..." Blushing a little despite the attempted sarcasm, Amy looks away... directly at Vicky, who is also blushing. Bullseye.
"Ah, but where are my manners, I should introduce you. Amy, Vicky, this is my girlfriend Sarah. Sarah, these are Amy and Vicky Dallon, the girls I told you I met at the mall."
"Pleasure to meet you two."
"Uh, yes, nice to meet you, too," Vicky says, giving Sarah a nod. Amy, on the other hand...
"So you do have a girlfriend. What's with the flirting, then?"
"Oh," Sarah, grinning, throws in, "that's very much intended. Can't have one-more-somes with just two, after all!"
And there you go, now they're both blushing. "Don't let my girlfriend pressure you, this is really just a date. Just a few people coming together to have a good time."
As you speak, you go ahead and begin fingering Aisha, her impish grin kept in check only by her arousal. Now, where should you go from here...?
While you were absently scanning the menu as you waited, one item of food especially aroused your attention, a wonderful, enormous sundae called the 'Family Superbowl'. Ten different sorts of ice cream, ice cream cones used as decorations along with M , chocolate wafers, colorful sprinkles, the works.
As a matter of course, you have to have it.
"One Family Superbowl please, with four spoons and all? And a round of coffee for everyone."
"Certainly. Can I bring you anything else?" After a look around the table without anyone speaking up, the waitress leaves, Amy leaning forwards with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"And why exactly would you assume we'd be fine sharing a single bowl with you?"
You just show her the page with the example of your bounty printed on it. "Have you seen this thing? Just look at it! This much ice cream for that price? Like, i'm not strapped for cash or anything, but how could anyone not take this beauty when given a choice?"
Taken aback, Amy is lost for words, at least until Sarah chimes in. "Don't mind my Gabe, he just loves ice cream to an unhealthy degree. So, how have you two been doing lately? I've been staying indoors as much as possible these last few days, what with the situation out there, but..."
It takes a little while of small talk for your order to arrive, during which you, naturally, keeping idly fingering Aisha even as Sarah bullshits her way through technically telling the truth while lying her ass off, grinning inside all the way through.
You know because she repeatedly sends you thoughts towards that end as you wait.
Taking the opportunity for what it is, you spend a moment on just observing Amy and Victoria, participating in the conversation absent-mindedly all the while. Vicky seems somewhat suppressed, hesitant to speak up and acting mostly on Amy's cues, something you suspect Amy herself isn't used to, considering she oftentimes just doesn't continue the general conversation herself, which means it falls to yourself and Sarah to keep everything going, but all in all, things are going pretty well.
One thing pertaining to this whole situation, though, does end up being mentioned.
"Oh, Vicky is technically on house arrest over something she did when this whole mess started," Amy mentions with a lazy wave towards the nearest window, "but I got mom to agree to let her out so long as I'm chaperoning her."
"You're not chaperoning, you're supervising me. There's an important difference!"
"Yes, yes, you're very pretty."
Amusingly, Vicky does seem quite... affected by that line. Still, eventually, you visibly perk up, playing up your fondness for ice cream to a T when it arrives.
The Family Superbowl Supreme awaits you. And yes, it's always been called that.
Scooping up your first bite, strawberry ice cream, if you aren't mistaken, you deliciously slide it into your mouth, closing your eyes at the icy goodness spreading through it.
Quirking an eyebrow at the way everyone around the table is looking at you, you nevertheless scoop up another bite, this time for Sarah. As you hold the spoon out for her, she just smiles happily and noms on it.
Next one is for Vicky, who blushes nicely, but still goes ahead and boldly licks your spoon clean, only for Amy to look at you with a strange smile when it's her turn to be fed.
"Just to make it clear, I'm not into guys, Gabriel."
"I don't care. Ice cream now."
Laughing, Amy takes her bite. Time for you to choose another flavour to share around.
Just like when you were a kid, really.
As the table continues eating, you decide to spice things up a little, as it were, and, with a last playful rub of her clit between your thumb and forefinger, release Aisha's pussy, gesturing for her to get down to the ground.
Once she's done licking your hand clean, you just smile around at everyone as you lightly push her towards the middle of the desk, Aisha getting the idea fairly quick.
Within moments, you can see her blood signature move under the table, beelining right for Vicky... it's hard to really make out, even with your senses, but you get the impression that Vicky may have just have had her pants drawn down her legs, followed by her panties.
Either way, she's suddenly flushing quite a bit, even as you begin heavily flirting with her, using the sudden arousal she is experiencing as Aisha goes to town on her under the table to your advantage.
You and Sarah have a hoot of a time telepathically commenting to each other about this situation, even as she distracts Amy so you can work in peace. Of course, you also keep in contact with Aisha, timing things so Vicky feels 'unexplained arousal' at key comments, suggestions and insinuations you're making, even as the way she's getting heated up seems to embolden her until, finally, she comes, just gasping and letting her head fall to the table, propped up by her arms.
Amy goes to touch her, most likely to see if there's anything wrong with her sister, but is understandably distracted when she shares her fate, your little pet getting to work on the other sister, too.
Good times, good times, and as you begin to flirt with the lesbian, all you can think about is that it's good to be you.
Especially when Aisha goes back to munch on Vicky's carpet afterwards.
Aisha, quick, get their pants on again, i want to try something!
Out loud, you clear your throat, slowly moving to stand up. "Well, this has been great fun, but I'll need to visit the restroom before we leave."
With a flash of thought plainly visible on her face, Vicky gets up, nodding. "I need to go, too. Do you know where the restrooms are?"
"Right this way, come along." And with that, you're leading Vicky off to another corner of the parlor, into a short hallway leading to two doors, with the universally recognizable male and female stick figures denoting male and female bathrooms.
Only, Vicky is hesitating, looking around a bit to see if anyone is looking in your direction.
This is it. The moment has come to unpack your charming smile #69. Leaning against the door leading to the men's bathroom, you give your surroundings a quick look, but none of your senses indicate there is anyone nearby, so you just smile at Vicky.
"Wanna come along?" A whisper loud enough to carry itself all the way to her ears, Vicky swallows before nodding.
"Yeah."
The bathrooms, all in all, look pretty decent in here, clean, roomy, and even the stalls have enough space for you to get inside together with Vicky... whom you unceremoniously scoop up, only to carry her inside.
"This is my first time inside a boy's restroom... or being carried, for that matter." Poking your chest musculature, Vicky starts flying, literally dragging you upwards with her.
"So... What does this bad boy want poor little me in here for, hm?"
Not losing nerve at your feet not touching the ground anymore all of a sudden, you just reach around her with a smirk in turn, pulling yourself a little further up to press a kiss onto her mouth, your tongue entwining with hers for a few moments as the two of you exchange the taste of ice cream for a moment.
"Geez, whatever would a bad, bad boy want a beautiful, cute girl like you in one of these empty bathrooms for?"
"Oh, I could imagine what you want me for, but you didn't expect me to be a hero capable of rejecting your nasty demands, did you?"
"Alas, I am powerless in the grasp of justice," you joke back at Vicky. "Whatever shall I do to escape your righteous clutches?"
"Mhm, I could think of a punishment or two to repent for your sins. But let it not be said the glorious United Nations of Vickytopia do not grant due process."
Giggling, Vicky starts slowly flipping you around, until you end up upside-down as she holds you up by your legs. "How about this, you eat me out while I suck you off, and whoever comes first has to do what the winner wants?"
Oh sweet, sweet Victoria, you couldn't have said something funnier in that moment.
Time to use your arbitrary amounts of sexual stamina to your advantage once again, you supoose. "Deal."
Within moments, your dick is freed of your pants even as you're tugging her own pants off her hips, the sight of her shaved pussy enough to slowly get you hard even as she starts gently pumping your cock to erection.
Not one to waste time, you dig in, trailing kisses along her outer lips before working your tongue along them, humming appreciatively as she does the same to your cockhead up above, cupping your balls with one hand while slowly moving you to lie horizontally so she can do so with less danger of you falling.
Within moments, you've pushed your extended tongue into her, lavishing Vicky's insides with attention while one of your free hands is on her clit, playing with it while simultaneously pushing a finger inside to join your tongue, rhythmically moving everything along to oppose Vicky enveloping half of your length in her warm mouth, her lips moving back and forth as she begins building her own rhythm.
She's decent at this, to be fair to her, but she honestly has no chance against someone that can literally just decide not to cum, and so it's just a matter of time until you have her orgasming as you lick along a rough patch inside her inner walls, Vicky's thighs coming up to clamp around your neck, something you suspect would have some people panic or at least break out in a cold sweat.
Then again, those people can't just regrow their whole bodies at the low, low cost of random souls they tore out of others' bodies at some point, so fuck 'em. Or rather, more pertinent, fuck Vicky- you don't stop stimulating her, chaining her right into another orgasm that nearly has her scream out, and she would have if not for you thinking quick and gently, but firmly pushing your dick further into her mouth and down her throat, literally gagging her.
Said throat undulating around your head for a along moment has nothing to do with your decision, nor the fact that she can't complain- after all, the terms were clear, you can do whatever you want to her. And you're certainly not done just because you're pulling out as she slowly sets both of you down.
"Well, well, well, would you look at that; the haughty hero has been brought down by the infamous villain Bad Boy. Whatever shall he do to his helpless captive now?"
"*Cough*I'll give you that one. So, what will you have me do, 'Master'?"
"Oh, I know exactly what I'll have you do. C'mon, up you go."
Following your directions, Vicky floats after you, not bothering to pull her pants back up... not that you'd let them stay up for much longer anyways, mind you.
Good, now over here and bend over, but fly upwards a little."
Before long you have Vicky exactly where you want her to be; bent over and floating above one of the sinks, looking right at the row of mirrors.
"I think I know where this is going."
"Oh, do you, now?" You drawl, slapping a hand onto her asscheek, only to be stopped by what feels like some kind of invisible force.
Hey Sarah, any details on how Glory Girl's power works?
Invisible forcefield around her body, does her flight and strength, fizzles out for a moment after being hit hard enough.
Thanks!
Anytime, Gabe.
Simply holding onto her butt and kneading it a little instead of striking, you grin, well aware that Victoria can see you in the mirrors. "Then let's not keep you in suspense any longer than necessary, shall we?"
Lining yourself up, you push your rod into Vicky's snatch in one smooth motion, having her first moan, then groan, then pant and finally bite her teeth so she doesn't let out any more loud noises.
"So... Big..." She murmurs when you finally stop spearing her depths, bumping against her cervix with a good few inches remaining outside her entrance.
"How does it feel, Vicky?" Leaning over her, you push your hands under her top, slowly kneading her tits. "How does it feel to have me inside you?"
"Sho, full..."
"I'll just take that as a compliment."
Withdrawing yourself almost entirely, you watch for Vicky's shudder, the pleasure keeping her in place just as much as your spot of roleplay, only to slam yourself home again, properly claiming Victoria's pussy as your own as you begin hammering into it, again and again, your pace increasing until you're less hammering and more jackhammering, her form actually swaying in the air with every thrust and her face deforming into a pleasured grimace.
"You're mine now, Vicky. Mine to do with as I see fit, mine to fuck whenever I want. Do you understand?"
Tweaking her nipples, you tug on them, overwhelming her with sensations.
"Gugh, yesh, fugg me more!" With those words, Vicky comes around you, cramping up and milking your first orgasm out, blasted right into the deepest reaches of her tunnel... only for you to get right back into it, not granting your little slave any rest.
She has a rough five minutes ahead of her...
Coming back to the table (and tactfully ignoring the way Vicky is totally using her power to pretend to be walking so she isn't stumbling around hard), you flag down the waitress and soon pay for your meal, making a last little bit of small talk before everyone leaves.
Ignoring the general low-level blush on Amy's face as you do so, not that Vicky's any better off, looking away from you whenever she can.
As you leave, she actually signals you to stay back a little, you and Vicky keeping a little distance from Amy and Sarah.
"Just so we're clear, I'm not some kind of slut, okay? I don't usually put out that easily."
"Aww, so you're just my little slut? I'm honored."
Blushing renewed, she continues. "A-And I usually don't do anything like that. Like, do it in bathrooms or that master kind of stuff."
"And here I thought we'd make it a regular thing."
"Anywaysgottagobye!"
Hah. She's totally up for a repeat performance sometime, isn't she?
"Don't say a word, Gabe," Sarah murmurs at you as you and her are waving after the two heroines, Vicky carrying Amy off into the sky, "just don't. Let's just get back home and out of the sun."
Chuckling, you begin subtly herding Aisha towards the car. " Sure thing, Sarah. We can always go on more dates later."
Amy Dallon was sitting in her room, nursing her cup of coffee and wondering if any of this really had been a good idea.
'Double dates' weren't anything new to her, her sister having taken her on one or two over the years, though the atmosphere had turned out quite different on this one, what with Gabriel taking along his girlfriend(!), rather than another guy, and the question of whom was hooking up with whom entirely open.
And indeed, Amy had fun spending time with everyone present, for a change, rather than just going along with her sister like a poorly packaged package deal. Even Gabriel had been charming in his own dorky way, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel at least a little attracted to him- or Sarah, for that matter- despite her being sure she'd just be lusting after her sister.
Not that she didn't, but the point stood.
Feeding each other ice cream was surprisingly fun, too, and Amy really felt attending the occasion was time well spent. Even when both Gabriel and Vicky left for a bit, Sarah just started flirting with her, something she felt herself hard-pressed to respond to in turn; curse her weakness for pretty blondes!
Of course, she was pretty caught up in that, especially when the whole thing turned a little more... heated, even more so than when Gabriel had done the same, enough so she just didn't pay attention to exactly how long the missing two participants of their date were missing; not that she couldn't just plainly see it, once Vicky scooped her up to fly back home.
To say she'd been surprised was an understatement.
"Vicky," she'd hissed once they were safely up in the air and out of earshot of just about anyone, "why are your entire privates completely deformed like a village bicycle?"
"Rude," her sister had answered. "So what if I hooked up with Gabriel in the bathroom?"
Amy's brain froze, though just for a moment. "So that's what you were doing on the toilet for that long. Do you even know-"
"Amy, please, can you spare me the lectures? I'm still kinda in the afterglow."
Now that she looked, Vicky's brain was indeed abuzz with more hormones than she usually had in there.
"Don't 'Amy please' me, do you have any idea just how chafed your insides are? What, did Gabriel shove a steel pipe in there?"
"You should've seen it. He's got this big, fat cock that went all the way to the end, it was-"
"I can see that, your cervix is lightly enflamed, for fuck's sake!"
"Exactly!"
Ugh, had her sister always been that much of a slut? Did that mean that all she needed to do was
"And don't get me started on just how much weird spunk there is inside you! You sure it was just Gabriel, or did you let a bunch of homeless run a train on you?" How dare anyone else
"All him! I didn't even count how many times either of us came, he fucked me like a damn machine, and I'm still sore all over."
"I can see that, Vicky! Heck, if I wasn't using my power right now, you'd be leaking gallons of this stuff! Right onto the street! What are you, the slut rainmaker?"
"Hey! You should know I don't put out to just anyone, don't'cha? Besides, it was all really hot. You should've seen it."
Amy did her best not to picture the scene of Gabriel, the strangely attractive boy she met on that one day at the mall, bending over and thoroughly breeding her sister...
"Ugh. I don't understand why I still love you sometimes."
"Aww, I knew you cared. While you're at it, though, could you, y'know, make the soreness go away? It's really bad."
"I should leave it right there," she stated, moving a little so she could cross her arms even in her sister's embrace.
"But you won't, because we're sisters and you love me and you couldn't bear to leave me hanging?"
Snorting, Amy shook her head. "Alright, but I won't remove the sea of cum flooding your insides right now." Shaking her head in amusement, Amy slowly reversed the changes that had her sister's vagina clamp shut (and why she found this so damn sexy, she couldn't say), said sister immediately growing aroused and rubbing her things together as it all started moving again.
"... Do we need to have The Talk, Vicky? I feel like you need it, and I know you already had one." And used to have sex with Dean, though she wouldn't begrudge Vicky if she switched to Gabriel full-time, if they ever worked out what was going on with him and his 'girlfriend'.
He, at least, was pleasant to be around.
And so they kept bickering, all the way back to home. Vicky went on to take a much-needed shower (and finger herself until just a thin film of sperm remained inside her, a traitorous part of Amy's mind whispered), implicitly trusting the changes Amy had made years ago, when she first started dating, that would ensure she wouldn't get pregnant.
Not that that was what had Amy deep in thought.
There were two things she was really concerned about right now, sitting in her room with her trusty coffee, and they may or may not be connected with each other. First, her sister, for some reason, was a lot more... open, sexually, than she used to. Oh, she was never shy about it, the fact Amy could tell she got some on touch had both of them be fairly open about Vicky's sex life for a long, long time now, but she usually wouldn't fuck borderline strangers like this no matter what. Sure, Gabriel was interesting, she'd agree on that one, but...
It just didn't fit into how Vicky usually behaved. Then again, maybe it was just the extensive pause she and Dean were on. They hadn't been dating for weeks now, somewhat on an anomaly for their relationship, which had been going on for so long any changes could be attributed to it going cold.
Then again, there was alos the other point of contention. Gabriel himself. Or rather, his sperm.
Flustered, Amy waved that thought away, no matter how it sounded. Anyways, once his sperm had lain inside Vicky for a while, it was counted as part of the same organism, so her power let her analyze it easily enough- except this time, something had been weird about it, which was the real reason she'd refused to just absorb it into Vicky's tissues earlier.
As she kept on touching her sister, the stuff went from perfectly normal, if very vigorous and enough of it she doubted any single guy could ejaculate that much in one sitting, despite her power telling her it came from one source, to completely dead to her, as though it was a dead body her power didn't seem interested in, over to randomly shifting through DNA makeup, both human or human-like to completely nonsensical, all over.
The longer she watched, the less sense what her power told her made. She didn't want to worry her sister, so she didn't say anything, but she was fairly sure of one thing.
Gabriel... was a cape of some sort. She normally wouldn't confront him over that, everyone was entitled to their own secrets, but now she had to, both because he'd apparently gone and banged her sister that she wanted to call dibs on and just so he knew he probably wasn't biologically compatible with the rest of humanity due to... whatever his power did.
Fuck, but if she didn't sometimes wish her power just wouldn't tell her some things.
"Uhm, Gabriel?" The question sounds hesitant at you as you step through the hallways of your subterranean lair, turning to see whom you know to be there approaching you.
"What is it, Emily?"
"I, uh, I don't want to impose, but do you have a few minutes?"
"Sure, always. What's on your mind?"
Looking around a little, she nervously waves for you to follow her. "Come along?"
Halfway between intrigued and amused, you go along with Emily, being steered to join her inside one of the empty rooms you're keeping around the base, the concrete walls only disrupted by the chairs and desks being stored inside.
"U-uhm, there's something wrong with the mask you got me," she shyly explains, holding the little contraption up for you to see it. "Not that it doesn't work! It's just... a little tight. and itchy. In one place. Could you take a look?"
"Of course, it's meant to be worn comfortably, after all," you say. "Just show me where and I'll either adjust it right away or just have it remade to fit better."
You're a little confused when she just hold it up to her face, only then gesturing towards the chin area.
"H-here, see? Take a close look!"
Unsure of where she's going with this, but willing to go along with it, you lean in... only for Emily to lift her mask, her mouth protruding as if to kiss you.
Bemused, you just look at her like that for a moment, before Emily flinches, apparently realizing she forgot part of whatever script she'd been building up in her mind.
"U-umm, Gabriel, could you .. umm, could you close your eyes for a minute?"
"Alright, my eyes are closed."
"A-are you sure?"
"Very sure."
"No peeking, right?"
"No peeking."
You don't tell her, of course, that you can still totally get a rough idea of what's going on based on her blood signature... as well as your advanced senses other than sight letting you make out what's going on.
Incidentally, she smells of raspberries. Raspberries and a hint of chocolate.
Her heart aflutter, Emily slowly, carefully opened her eyes, the smiling face of Gabriel, leader of the Lord Street Crypts and unfairly hunky man, right in front of her, his eyes closed faithfully.
Swallowing hard, she went about making sure he really wasn't peeking, waving her hand before his eyes and making a stupid face before realizing how it'd look if he looked now.
Okay. Okay, she could do this.
"Just... just hold still, okay? Don't do anything."
"I won't, don't worry."
But she was worried! What if she did it wrong or messed up midway through or...
Okay. Deep breaths.
Laying both hands onto Gabriel's face, Emily slowly brought her own face closer, her heart beating wildly as she cursed her inability to keep her cool about this, until, finally, her lips met his.
Her first thought revolved around just how soft they were.
Her second and third thoughts were about how inappropriate this was because he was both her boss and way older than herself, but she ignored those in favor of circling back to the first one, the sensation of her lips on his striking her to the bone and making her go weak in the knees.
His eyes still closed, Gabriel opened his lips, permitting her tongue to slide inside his mouth- what am I doing and why aaahh- and play with his, the taste of his mouth reminiscent of... ice cream, if she had to out it into words.
Still without looking, Gabriel's strong, wide arms moved to hug her, keeping her upright as she threatened to buckle, keeping her warm and safe and it just wasn't fair!
Coming up for air and breathing heavily, Emily pouted at Gabriel's still sightless form. "You moved!"
"Sorry, sorry, my bad. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Hmph! Since you broke your promise y-you need to let me s-sit on your lap!"
Was that just her or was the room spinning? Must have been her, because Gabriel didn't have any difficulties heading over to one of the padded chairs sitting in the corner of the room, even while blind, and sitting down, his arms opened wide for her.
"Well? What're we waiting for?"
Breathing in and puffing up her chest, Emily nodded, despite nobody being around to see it. Of course she was ready to do this. There was nothing stopping her, in fact!
Gingerly approaching Gabriel's sitting form, Emily took a seat, straddling his legs as his arms closed around her. Her hands resting on his chest, she took a few moments to just... feel it, his broad muscles feeling almost alien compared to her own form, though not in a bad way, before she moved downwards onto his abs.
She couldn't actually see them through his clothes, but dayum.
Once she satisfied her curiosity about those, though, she moved on downwards, towards his muscular thighs and... and what she saw push against his pants from inside.
Oh.
With a twitch in her hand, Emily decided to stop dancing around the damn issue already. So gabriel got hard because of her?
Good.
With a quick tug, she opened his pants' zipper, cramming his penis out of his boxers in short order (and he was wearing boxers, good to know). Only... Well, looking at it...
"That's way too big!"
"Oh, I don't know," Gabriel whispered in that stupidly dreamy voice of his, his face right above hers, "I haven't had anyone complain yet."
Emily swallowed, observing the lightly twitching rod of meat jutting out of those pants just inches in front of her own crotch. It was big, and veiny, and the head was somehow cute.
Warily, she stretched out a finger, poking it. It felt warm, and hard, but soft. Like steel wrapped in velvet, to borrow an expression she must've read somewhere at some point.
Suspiciously watching his face, Emily wrapped a whole hand around his towering erection, moving it up and down a little.
"D-does this feel good?"
"It does," Gabriel hummed at her, the heat of their bodies feeling like a furnace in this cold room.
"That's good."
Emily took another deep breath, thinking this through just one last time. Did she really want to do this?
Yes, she decided as she began fighting off her own pants and revealing the lacy panties she'd worn for this occasion, yes, she did.
It took some muscle, a lot of wiggling and Gabriel's bemused assistance ("Stop smiling like that!" "Like what?" "..."), but eventually she was rid of her disruptive garments, the only thing remaining between herself and Gabriel's... thing... her panties.
Which were very lacy and open in the front, because she'd thought that had been a good idea when she put her outfit together.
Go her.
"You're keeping your eyes closed, right?"
"I am, unless you want me to look?"
"No!" Inching forwards, Emily began rubbing her crotch along his big fat cock, actually leaving a glistening trail as she did and ohmygodamIaslut-
Ignoring any implications for the time being, she just enjoyed the feeling of his pulsing rod against her... down there.
Good thing she'd thought to shave just in case.
Suddenly realizing she'd just been humping Gabriel for what felt like ten minutes, Emily blushed, thankful Gabriel really wasn't looking. Taking his by now decently slickened-up thing, she began rubbing her lubrication around it, so both sides had some on it.
That was important, according to what she'd read, and those magazines hadn't steered her wrong yet.
When she deemed her work (and herself) ready, Emily took a few deep breaths, rising up to meet the real challenge of this whole situation head-on, and, as she kissed Gabriel again (both because it was hot and to calm her nerves, he was a good kisser), began sliding down his length, her poor little p-pussy spreading up to take him, leaving her feeling full like she'd never envisioned she could, eventually taking her own virginity just like that.
Funny thing was, it didn't even hurt.
When she went as far as she could, or at least thought she could, she relaxed and released Gabriel's mouth, her breathing ragged as she held herself up by his shoulders.
"You can look now."
"You're so cute, Emily," he murmured, stroking her hair like she was the most precious thing in the world. "So beautiful and cute."
He hadn't even looked down, though she supposed he could tell what was going on well enough, instead just looking at her face as he lavished her locks with attention. The smile on his face wasn't his usual friendly smile though, instead taking on a wholly different tone.
Emily, for the first time in her life, felt loved. And she wouldn't give that feeling away for anything in the world.
Surging forwards to kiss him again, she looked deep into his beautiful, beautiful eyes, the brightly lit brown revealing it contained hues of green as she lost herself in them, almost instinctively bucking so as to have him grip her butt, holding her firmly as she began properly riding him, swallowing his immense length inside herself as she felt better and better with every repetition, arms wrung around his neck to keep kissing him in their sweet intimacy.
As she came up for air, she couldn't help herself. "Harder!"
"As the lady commands," Gabriel answered with his typical mischievous smirk, exerting his physical power to pump her up and down, her arms now wandering under his shirt as she kept seeking ways to touch him, to share closeness.
"Yes! HARDER!"
Now outright laughing, Gabriel simply looked at her. "You have to work with me if you want it harder. Use your whole body!"
Pumping her legs for a few moments as she just blankly looked at him, she soon got the idea, undulating her entire lower body with every thrust coming from below, Emily's mind nearly went blank in the newly reinforced pleasure, panting and sweating as she raced towards the first time she came from having sex.
It didn't take long.
As she took him as deep as she could again, Emily... she wished she could say she screamed, but what came out of her mouth to start with had more in common with a squeak at first before the waves of pleasure waving over her took any and all control from her, finally culminating in her simply leaning against Gabriel's wide chest, dimly aware she'd drawn blood along his back with her fingernails.
"... sorry..."
"About the nails? Don't worry, I regenerate. Are you okay?"
"Mnm... You didn't come yet..."
Laughing again, his friendly, happy laugh instead of the lustful one from earlier, he stroked her back. "Don't you worry about that, you look like you're about to fall asleep as you are! Come on, I'll get you to your room, then you can sleep."
"Zzz... Zzz..."
"Or not, I suppose... Now how am I getting you off of me without waking you up?"
"Here we are, Kayden, one somewhat intact building to work with."
Following the events of the Emily Incident, as you've decided to call it, slightly delaying your preparations as you needed to go and (carefully) put her to bed, you got everything ready, putting on your posh suit, putting Kimberley into one of the uniforms you 'inherited' from Coil (and you're fairly sure those uniforms and costumes weren't even for weird fetish purposes, they were actually meant for infiltrations and such), letting her drive one of the cars you claimed for yourself, mostly to keep the girls from trashing it whenever they next got drunk, looking over a few photos and floor plans of the building you're about to show to Kayden, all the small things you needed to get ready for this.
"It's honestly not as bad as I feared," Kayden answers, "could obviously use some renovating, but I expected worse when I first looked around the neighborhood."
And indeed, the woman's eyes weren't on the building you're here for itself after a cursory glance, instead canvassing the surroundings and obviously in deep thought.
"You'll need to ensure the building is up to code, of course, even if you decide to keep the look to appeal to the younger crowd, but otherwise, I believe I'll be able to work with this, depending on what we find inside."
Well, isn't she a bright cracker, guessing your business strategy based on nothing more than location before you even had the time to devise one?
Well, not that she's wrong, though; the old factory you're standing in front of, while having seen better days much like everything else nearby, is in remarkably good condition, all told. No open holes in the walls, not too many potholes in sight and the windows were boarded up well in advance of you purchasing the property.
One of the better places you could've chosen throughout the city for your purposes, which was likely why your thinkers chose it.
"Well, let's see how the inside looks, shall we?"
The inside, as you so aptly put it, is in line with what you'd expected. A wide, sweeping factory floor, mostly free of heavy machinery, even, punctuated by regular doors to various side rooms and even a second floor, a loft area overlooking the rest of the factory. Or, as you like to call it henceforth, the main dance floor.
"That," you say as you gesture upwards, "used to be where management used to sit, to oversee the work along the factory's main lines. Perfect for a VIP area, I was thinking, though I'll naturally defer to your opinion, Kayden."
"Oh my, this is quite a lot of work you're giving me, isn't it? Very well, to start off, let's take a look around, get an idea of what we have to work with." Pulling out a digital camera, she looks towards you. "You don't mind if I take a few reference pictures?"
"Feel free. The dance floor is all yours."
Heh. One day, your flirty one-liners will fail at provoking a proper blush in a woman, but that day hasn't come yet.
Anyways, the next hour or so you spend slowly going over everything to be found inside the factory building together with Kayden, several obvious and less obvious factoids and ideas thrown around. For starters, the main floor will be the main dance floor, that is clear without a single word of discussion, but this place has more to offer you for what you're planning.
The many side rooms, once they're been cleaned out and refurbished, could serve as individual lounges within the main floor, as a sort of semi-VIP area, or a variety of closets for various uses, from janitorial supplies to a deeply romantic setting (Kayden takes your sarcasm well on that last suggestion).
The maintenance rooms, on the other hand, could be used in just the same manner... or for other things, if you decided to get creative about the old machines mostly left behind, a quick telepathic conference with Sarah letting you show off your 'research' and 'knowledge' as you explain these machines weren't worth the cost of taking them apart on-site, as the factoery equipment they were meant to work with wasn't in production anymore by the time this place went under, and so they were just left as they were.
A few creative uses you can come up with on the top of your head would be a wonderful industrial-themed BDSM dungeon, requiring merely a spot of reconstruction to put the heavy chains and movable platforms to a better use without risk of terminally harming any... subjects. You do't say any of that aloud, of course, as you're busy reassuring Kayden that you factored in the additional costs in the first place.
The loft, as you'd mentioned earlier, would make for a great VIP lounge of some sort, with Kayden taking several pictures of every upper-story room and getting rough measurements of the whole place- according to her, you're likely going to knock out a few walls no matter what, so she is just getting an idea of what this place will look like in the end.
As somewhat of a positive surprise, though, you also do find that there is, in fact, a basement! Sure, it's half-flooded and will likely need a few major renovations to make it legal to let people inside once the club opens, seeing as how the only entrance is a garage door (wide enough to let trucks in and out, but you know how it is with laws), but it does open up quite a few possibilities once you manage to get all that fxed. Looks to have been used as big storage rooms, not unsimilar to the warehouse you used as a lair for a while, so you're familiar with the idea, though these ones are bigger by far.
So much potential...
"Alright Kayden, I will leave it to you to work through all of this and give me a few preliminary suggestions as to how to put this place together. Take all the time you need, though I'd prefer to have something to start with sometime next week."
"I'm not exactly an expert on... establishments like this, but I will certainly do my best."
"Well, I'm neither an expert on nightclubs nor interior design, so I will simply have to leave it to you. In related news, are we still up for that date? I'd hate to have to just let you walk off rather than celebrate the occasion..."
"Oh honestly... Alright, but you have to promise not to take all night, would you? I still have plans, and those don't involve traipsing through dark alleys until sunrise."
"Oh, you wound me! It really is just a dinner at a passably fancy place, that's all. Though I certainly wouldn't mind dessert afterwards..."
The way you're eying her is making quite clear what you mean, judging by the blush on her cheeks. Another win for your scoreboard.
The fancy French place you're treating Kayden to is downtown, a decent way north of the commercial district and in the stereotypically rich part of town.
The change in venue does show the difference between the two big divides in Brockton Bay, at least; one moment, you're driving through impoverished neighbourhoods, busted windows and potholes large enough to require careful maneuvering from Kimberley to avoid getting stuck, the next moment you're surrounded by intact street lamps, affluent pedestrians (as a single look confirms) and colorful facades.
The divide between rich and poor in this city is ridiculous; when the boat graveyard came up, the manual workers, aka the poor, were shit outta luck, the middle class had to see how they went about keeping their heads above water and the rich? The rich turned Brockton Bay's economy towards technology and finances, spinning a functional industrial sector out of the ashes of the old one.
The middle class began shrinking real quickly after that one, either becoming lower class when they didn't make the cut, joining up with the one upwards trend to be found and getting upwards in life or, when they didn't feel like risking it, getting outta town really quick. That all kinda lead to the economic climate you're looking at and driving through now; rich and poor, abandonment and functioning social services. Henchmen in waiting for any villain promising them a better tomorrow and those protected by heroics and an actual police force.
You would know; you've made use of all of this yourself and are, in fact, continuing to do so. But look at you, getting all deep and introspective as you get out of the car, stepping around to offer Kayden a hand- she strikes you as the kind of person to appreciate that kind of thing, in contrast to a few of your other 'female acquaintances'.
"Well, let's see how the inside looks, shall we?" You ask, echoing your earlier words. In response, Kayden just smiles and raises her arm, linking it into your own as you understand what she wants in short order.
Your 'dinner' is rather nice, with you laying into Kayden with the ol' honeyed tongue well enough, a bit of light flirting and general small talk serving to keep you intellectually engaged as the evening progresses.
At several times you have to steer the conversation away from sensitive topics, such as when it threatens to veer towards the E88's current activities or too deeply into details about the Crypts your 'civilian' persona isn't supposed to have a clue about, but you manage well enough, drawing more blushes out of her through mostly polite flattery.
She does make a few inquiries as to your supposed background, but you have Sarah literally feed you any info you need, so your identity holds easily.
The usual pleasantries ensue, you pay for both meals as a matter of course, and you're off to get back to the car, offering to have Kayden driven back home like a proper gentleman as a matter of course.
You see a few figures moving in dark alleyways as you walk (and their blood signatures, for that matter), but all in all, you'd call this a successfull evening.
Now on to an even more successfull night.
The Forsberg Gallery is... Well, it's a giant chunk of proof as to why 'post-modern' architecture is a waste of everyone's time and effort, its structure trying to be artistic but only really succeeding at being a jumble of arches, spires and the occasional panes of glass.
No different compared to your last visit, in other words.
That said, it's also the only really notable gallery in town, so it'll just have to do for your purposes.
That said, you have, naturally, been preparing for this event, as despite you just really being into the whole idea of being a successfull artist, to the point you can have people line up to buy artwork of yours, you were also planning to use this as a measure of publicity for both your own image and that of Brockton Bay as a whole, leveraging your current surge of renown after that little spot of curing cancer.
And preparing accordingly, of course.
"You just couldn't help yourself, could you, Gabe?" Sarah shoots you a withering look as you get out of the car, safely out of sight in the 'backstage' parking lot all your people are using for this event.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, sis," you throw back, adjusting your suit to scream 'teenage rebelliousness that still keeps itself within acceptable parameters', "I'm just going to mix in with the guests and make sure things go well."
"And the fact you're totally planning to bang at least a few chicks while you're at it has nothing to do with your choice of age tonight, I'm sure."
"Hey, I gotta use what I have. In other news, how's the technical side of things coming along?"
"Should be alright so far, I'll be in the back rooms and keeping everything on track. I'll think at you if anything requires your attention, so make sure not to cut the connection, alright?"
"Gotcha, Sarah. Now, let's see if we can't have some fun with all of this!"
Ignoring Sarah's indulgent smile as she rolls her eyes (that's your trademark expression, dammit), you stalk off into one of the 'employees only' rooms, soon emerging out the other door and into the gallery itself.
It's showtime, baby.
It takes a bit of doing, as attendance is not sparse and mostly made up of the people here more for the sake of networking than any artistic pursuits, as they are wont to do beyond a certain level of prosperity, but as is also common for situations like this, there are a bunch of kids being dragged along, for reasons ranging from it simply being convenient over to letting them get used to working these kinds of events, so you just have to carefully make your way over towards them.
Your own youthful appearance does help you in that regard, as most adults around right now aren't particularly interested in what they see as kids scrambling about.
All said and done, you soon arrive, borderline stumbling into a small ring empty of people dividing the two demographics you're making your way between right now... and this particular trio of people from the other teens standing around trying desperately to look important as they hold their non-alcoholic drinks.
You surreptitiously look over at a nearby camera you know Sarah is keeping watch through.
Sarah, who am I looking at here?
Rory Christner, mayor's son. Also known as Triumph, former Ward that recently graduated to the Protectorate.
And the arm candy?
Amanda and Celine Searfield. Twin daughters of some mildly important players in Brockton Banking, one of the bigger banks offering banking services state-wide. Best I can tell, they're just trying to schmooze at Rory for connections and/or trying to get some kind of info out of him or his family.
... You know, the last pair of twins I met ended with a house fire and giant titties paraded all over the city.
Shush, you. Henley just got back to me, B.B. is one of the more recalcritant landowners he's been working against, though your stunt with those same giant tits has effectively stopped them from being a nuisance. They had to sell to us or pay for cleaning up what remained of the property they were using, so it was kind of a done thing, but it looks like they may be poking around now in general.
Too bad for them the mayor doesn't have the foggiest idea of who's been buying up cheap property all across the docks and the trainyard, isn't it?
That's one way to say it.
"Excuse me, I really should-" Rory begins, likely not for the first time judging by his overly tired expression at this whole situation.
"Ah, but we haven't even talked about the weather yet!" "Terribly rude of us, we simply must get on that!"
And from their sarcastic smiles, the twins also seem to know that if he knows anything, they aren't getting it out of him, so it looks like they're just wasting his time out of petty spite by now.
The perfect moment for you to intercede, in other ways.
"In that case, let me volunteer to talk about the weather, and recent happenings to boot. I'm sure poor Rory would be glad to attend to whatever he needs to, no?"
"Why yes, I would be," Rory responds to your sudden approach, no little amounts of amusement and relief visible in his body language as he lightly all but shoves the twins in your direction, sneakily shooting you a thumb's up as they are busy looking at you.
"Well, what recent happenings would you know about?" "I don't think I recognize you."
Well, aren't they just charming.
"Oh, you'd be surprised, I know quite a lot about recent... happenings. I know who you are, naturally, though that's only to be expected around these parts. But where are my manners, introductions first, of course. Call me Gabriel, pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Amanda Searfield, a pleasure right back." "Celine Searfield. Charmed."
"With that out of the way, let's move a little, wouldn't want to obstruct everyone else's evening, after all, would we?" Not waiting for a response, you simply turn and walk away, leaving the pair of pretty twins to catch up to you.
I know what you're thinking, Gabe.
Can you fault me for it? They're basically asking to be dragged into a dark closet and fucked stupid.
Oh, they are. I just wanted you to know I'm onto you.
Resisting the urge to smile, you make some headway towards the door you'd been aiming for before they manage to catch up to you... not that they can stop you from walking.
"What do you know?" "Tell us now, before we decide to go find someone else."
"Oh, if you must..." You chuckle a little at their expressions. "Ah well, if you simply must know, I do just so happen to know about some rather... suspicious deals, regarding property being bought and sold all over the north side of the city by seemingly disconnected buyers, for one. That something you'd be interested in?"
There you are, the 'employees only' door not resisting your advance as you give a nod to one of the girls, who just nods right back.
"So that's what all of this is about." "You know the organizers or something?"
"Or something. Anyways, I just so happen to know a thing or two about the people behind those sales, and I'd be willing to divulge a bit about them... but not for free."
"So that's what this is about. Knew it." "And what do you want in exchange? Money? Favors?"
"Nothing more than two things; first, why do you want to know? This isn't exactly common knowledge and I'd hate it if something ended up happening to you because you managed to piss of the wrong person."
Like the one they're talking to right now, though you naturally don't tell them as much.
With a look at each other, the Searfield twins decide to just cut the chase and explain themselves. "Our parents didn't believe us when we told them something was strange about all those sales." "Honestly, they have access to most financial records floating around the city, and they didn't even feel like looking into this whole thing." "So it's an opportunity for us to get ahead of them; the better we're posed, the easier we can depose them when we're eighteen." "Or at least it'd be something to rub into their faces forever."
"I see. Well, in that case," you drawl, opening the closet you'd casually positioned yourself in front of earlier with the ring of keys you got for the building, "come inside and we'll see about that second condition."
They look at each other again. "Sure!" "I thought you'd never ask."
"Yes, just like that, Amanda," Celine whispered, firmly guiding her sister's head as she bobbed it along your length, easily licking along it. "You like that, don't you? You just looove sucking big, fat cocks."
Amanda, in turn, humms affirmatively, the vibrations only adding to your experience. One thing is certain, these two have experience doing this.
"Only one thing you like more than sucking on them, isn't there?" Now one of Celine's hands begins wandering downwards, rubbing at her counterpart's pussy under her dress. "And that's choking on them!"
All of a sudden, she's shoving the head at you, Amanda's unresisting throat taking in your entire length in one fell swoop and constricting around it as she begins swallowing around it, massaging your dick while her tongue peeks out up front, doing its best to lick at your balls to Celine's continued dirty talk.
"Such a good little cocksucker, hmm? I can tell she just loves yours, Gabriel, she's getting sooo wet from it!" Lifting her hand out of her sister's dress, Celine shows off how it glistens in the crappy lighting inside the confined place you're in right now, everyone amusingly still mostly clothed, Amande kneeling before you to better get at where she pulled your dick out of your suit pants earlier.
Licking her free hand clean of her twin's juices, Celine just accelerates her pace with the other one... until she just stops, Amanda deepthroating your (still considerable) length and just sitting there, entirely unable to breathe as she looks up at you with teary eyes, her makeup smudging as she does her best to weather her sister's... affection.
"That's right, that's right, you love this so much you can't bear not to be choking on dick whenever you can, mhm? Too bad, though, you still need to breathe..." Slowly letting her up, only to ram her up to your pubis again, and again, and again, Celine goes heavy-duty into fingering Amanda, said twin's tongue going crazy on your cock. Looks like she really does love this, huh?
Well, you'd love to stay here and keep on playing with the twins for the entirety of the auction, but the unfortunate fact of the matter is and remains that you have places to be and pleople to bang, so this will have to be cut tragically short... for now.
"I'm about to come, Amanda," you intone, your hands joing Celine's as you rock her back and forth along your cock, "and you'd just love to take it all, wouldn't you?"
The happy vibrations along your shaft are quite unambiguous.
"Oh, our stud's filling his little cumslut up? Isn't that exciting?" With you on head duty, Celine sinks both hands underneath her sister's dress, quite obviously fingering her from both the front and behind, her face right by her ear every time you let her up.
Just a few moments of full-on facefucking later, you simply breathe out aloud, your dick pulsating as it spews rope after rope right down Amanda's throat and into her stomach, the girl swallowing as hard as she can despite that not really mattering at this point, all the way as you slowly retract yourself from her gullet when it suddenly does, the last few throbs of expelled sperm joining the rest in the hungry cocksucker's stomach.
"Well, aren't you a good girl," you muse as you stroke her hair, your head still in her mouth as she licks it clean, trying to see if she can't get another dollop of the fluid she seems so enarmored with. "But before I forget, I promised you information, didn't I?"
Celine looks up at you expectantly, her frantic hands having slowed down by now. Wouldn't surprise you if Amanda actually did come, now that you think about it.
"Well, you've certainly come to the right person. The Lord Street Crypts have been buying up everything they can, and I just so happen to know a someone or two that might help you get an in with them."
"Igh 'new idd," Amanda bubbles from downstairs, her throat still recovering of the ordeal you just put it through. "So, what, you're some kinda member? Related to one?" Celine adds.
"You could say that," you agree, not bothering to suppress your mirth. Opening the door, you give Mariam a nod, having asked Sarah to send someone over to your location and wait.
Though you could certainly do without the woman's feisty grin.
"For now, just go ahead and follow the nice gangster woman as she tells you what you need to do if you want in."
At that, both twins swallow. Hadn't been expecting that, had they?
Stuffing your dick (that you only now allow to soften) back into your pants, you step out, already moving on. "In the meantime, if anyone needs me, I'll be back at the main event."
"Hey Amy," you say, coming up behind the girl in question, unseen, "how you doin'?"
"Fuck's sake, Gabriel, don't sneak up on me like that." Turning around, Amy glares at you. "I shouldn't have to tell you surprising people like that is stupid."
"Sorry, sorry," you reply, obviously insincerely, "didn't expect you not to notice, I suppose. Anyways, fancy seeing you here!"
"My family's always at these kinds of places. Mom kinda drags us around whenever it's a good idea to attend. More importantly, how the fuck are you here?"
"Oh, you know, I know someone who knows someone. The usual way people get anywhere. So, you interested in art?" You change the topic, letting your gaze wander around the gallery and the pictures you personally arranged, so as to at least make something of the nightmare calling itself post-modern architecture this building is made of.
Amy just snorts. "Hell no. I'm really just here out of obligation. Vicky isn't because she's still grounded, but the rest of the family's around."
Too bad, you would've loved to critique your own work, a series of landscapes working into each other hanging on the nearby walls, but alas, what can't be, won't be.
"Speaking of your family, is that Laserdream I see coming at us with the intensity of a laser-guided missile?"
"I've heard all the jokes already, you can save them for someone that can be arsed to give a fuck about them." With a slight smile, Amy turns, looking at the newly approaching Crystal Pelham. "Crystal, you're here, great! This is Gabriel, Vicky probably told you about him. Could you do me a favor and if anyone asks after us, we're off in thattaway corner?"
Pointing towards one of several 'viewing crannies' incorporated into the room makeup of that particular part of the gallery (yet another questionable design choice, you feel), Amy immediately drags you off, Crystal just nodding dumbly for a moment before huffing, crossing her arms. Perhaps she actually wanted something? Ah well.
Going with the girl (literally) pulling you by the lapels, you can't help but smile at the way more than one bystander looks at this whole thing going on with a knowing grin, soon turning to spread saucy gossip, though you admit that when Amy, unable to actually look you in the eyes since earlier, as you now notice, lets go and looks you square in the chest, that amusement only grows.
Only to be replaced by cold calculation upon the next sentence she utters.
"I know you're a cape."
Well, shit.
"Yes. And?"
Yeah, looks like that did the trick, Amy's just sputtering while finally looking you in the face. "W-what do you mean, 'yes, and'? This is kind of a big deal!"
"Well, I figured I'd be found out sooner or later, anyways, so you knowing I'm a cape isn't that big of a deal far as I'm concerned. How did you find out, though?"
"I'm a biokinetic, and I can sense how organisms I'm touching work like and just what's up with them in general. So when I touched Vicky after we last met, I immediately knew something was up after how you fucking filled her up."
Holding back your laughter and instead going with just a grin, you hold up a hand. "I knew Vicky enjoyed herself, but I don't know if it was to the level you need to assume I have a literal super powered dick. I'll take the compliment though."
"Take this seriously, you dick!" Kicking your shin, Amy crosses her arms, scowling at you. "I wouldn't have said anything, but this shit's kinda important, so just shaddup and let me talk."
You mime zipping your mouth shut.
"Okay, so first off, to make this clear, this is kinda like a medical consultation. I've done this sometimes in the past for other capes. What I got from touching Vicky was pretty weird, but to start with, normally, no person should be able to ejaculate that much. So I'm pretty sure you're either a regenerator of some kind or your power fucks with reality some other way. Unless neither of that fits and you still regularly ejaculate buckets' worth of sperm, in which case you should probably seek medical attention stat.
Next off, and the reason I think the latter of the possibilities I just mentioned fits better, is that your sperm is pretty damn weird. It reads as either alive, dead or entirely nonhuman and nonsensical to my power, with each cell having its own state and wildly changing between them. I'm sorry to say this, but I'm pretty sure you're shooting blanks because of your power. Plus side, uh, pretty sure chicks are into it? Means no worries about contraception, at least."
Well, isn't that all just a whole load of interesting information. Little of it new to you, except that you apparently should've looked into the whole sperm overproduction issue when you were still alive.
"So, with all that said, I'd like to ask you to let me touch you, give you a general checkup best I can. No idea if whatever your power does will play well with mine, but it's worth a try and if you have any serious medical needs or issues because of it, it'd be better to find out now than when it's too late."
Aww, Amy's genuinely concerned for you, isn't she? You know, if you had a conscience, you would maybe feel bad about about worrying her.
"Oh, you wanna play doctor with me, huh? I see how it is now..."
A kick to your other, un-kicked shin. Amy isn't holding anything back, either, if you were a normal human, this would really fucking hurt.
"I told you to take this seriously, you fuck!"
"And I'm trying to tell you to lighten up! Speaking of fucks, though, could we do this somewhere more private? I do recall getting a look at a lovely janitor's closet earlier..."
"You wish, motherfucker. No, this is just gonna be me laying on hands and telling you what's up, we can always just clam up if someone comes in here. Now are you gonna accept this is for your own good or not?"
"Sure, sure, fire away." You stretch out a hand for Amy to take. "I'm honestly looking forwards to seeing what your power makes of me."
Taking your hand wordlessly, Amy just stares at nothing with full concentration, clamping onto your palm.
"Okay, that's weird," is the verdict after about half a minute of concentration. "I just straight-up can't see either your head or your upper chest, and the rest of your body is kind of like your sperm."
"Geez, thank you for that picture."
"You know what I mean. What parts of you I can see are either entirely dead, that of a completely normal human male or absolutely bonkers and hard to even look at. I'm deliberately not paying attention to any parts of you that decide to do that."
Looking you in the face, you notice she still hasn't let go of your hand.
"Okay, I was trying not to ask, because that's kinda insensitive and private, but can you tell me what your power is, or maybe how you triggered?" Amy winces. "Shit, do you know what exactly a trigger is and all those expectations have for new capes?"
"Well, I triggered over being dead, and I just kept triggering so hard I eventually got up and started walking again a few months in."
"Wait a sec, what?"
"Yeah, seriously, I woke up in my fucking grave and had to dig my way out and all. Not fucking pleasant, let me tell you, though the thing that ended up ticking me off the most was that tacky suit they buried me in. Actually, is it normal for corpses to trigger?"
"No, it very much is not. Okay, something's obviously very wrong with you."
"What, you only noticed now?"
"I mean more than just you being a jackass!" Amy hisses. "Ugh. Okay, so I'll go ahead and hypothesize that your power kept you in some kind of long-term stasis and people just thought you were dead, you were buried and all, eventually you just, what, got up and proceeded to pretend you were alive all along?"
Amy is still holding your hand.
"Nah, I acknowledged I was dead pretty easily. Just didn't stop me from, you know, getting my life reestablished the best I could."
"I'm not even gonna ask." Shaking her head, Amy sighs. "Anyways, I suppose you should be alright for the time being. Powers don't usually limit your abilties to live a normal life too much, it was just kinda strange yours would keep you from having kids, so I was really worried."
"Yeah, about that," you drawl, "how long were you planning to hold on to me? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind, but a guy might get the wrong idea."
Dumbly looking down at where she's still holding your hand, Amy lets go of it as though it burned her.
"You haven't seen anything."
"Sure, sure. Anyways, before I forget, any news on Vicky's house arrest? I'd hate to be a bother if I invite you guys again."
"What, got a few more girlfriends to introduce us to?" Amy scoffs.
"What if I said yes?"
Note to self, Amy is a lot of fun to poke once you get through her veneer of snark.
Okay Sarah, tell me everything you know about the situation.
Not much to say, Brandish came up to one of the girls and demanded to speak with the organizer. I told them to bring her to one of the empty rooms backstage, but we kind of have to deal with her.
I'm on my way.
Well, looks like you'll have to take care of this whole situation first of all, so you'd best get on it. Excusing yourself from the conversation you were busy with, soon stepping through another door the general populace isn't allowed through and making your way through deserted corridors, only occasionally broken up by one of the girls making their rounds.
Alright, how are you gonna do this?
It does take you a few additional minutes, but soon enough you're back in your 'usual' form, including an orderly suit and a shadowed face. Making sure everything sits alright, you open the door to a mostly empty room, just a few chairs and desks lying about- likely the the reason Sarah chose this as the place to do this.
"Cain." It doesn't take the lawyer long to realize what's going on, at least, jumping to her feet and emitting a glowing saber into her hand, immediately going into a stance of some kind.
"Brandish. Or would you prefer Mrs. Dallon, out of costume? Pleasure to meet you. Please, do feel free to use your power, just be aware that this won't have to be a fight unless you make it one. That you would not be winning, mind you."
She just glares at you for a second, moving a little to keep you in focus better. "I demand you hand any depictions, real or imagined, you have created of my family directly to me. Unless you do so, I will fight you, physically and legally, over the matter. Am I clear?"
Oh wow, did she really just try to combine being a karen with mom-voicing at you?
Chuckling, you raise a hand when she gears up to rip into you (verbally, as opposed to physically), making a show of being amused. "Sorry, sorry. I am just entirely too amused that out of all the things I've done, the one you find worth mentioning isn't even a crime."
Carol just scowls in response. "It's the one thing I can and will base a case against you on that can be expanded upon unless my demands are met."
"Cute. But alright, I'm sure we can come to an... arrangement on this matter, as I can see you are deeply affected by the prospect of not having the pictures in question in your possession, and let nobody say I don't have a heart for those in need."
"This isn't a negotiation, Cain. I am calling you out on your shit and telling you what will happen unless you comply."
"And I am telling you that there won't be any of that. You want something from me, and while I am not opposed to giving it to you, I won't be doing so for free, and no, potentially possible lawsuits not being filed is uninteresting to me. In case you didn't realize yet, I am literally swimming in money; you can sue me all you want and I couldn't care less either way."
Carol just glares at you, but doesn't respond otherwise. Good.
"So, to begin with, I believe we should establish what these pictures are worth, hmm? I, personally, quite like them; I have them hanging in my dining room and enjoy looking at them while eating breakfast. You, on the other hand, seem to be taking issue with the possibility of me selling them to the highest bidder as I stoke the flames of my notoriety whenever I decide to replace them, yes?"
"I hope you choke on whatever you're snorting to have an ego this huge."
"Ah, but I'm not wrong. This leaves us in the pleasant situation of me being able to dictate terms, as I hold all the cards while you... don't. Any single thing you could do, from actually wasting your time to sue me to launching an attack on me right now over to having your entire family gear up to hurt the Crypts' interests, all of them would be pointless and deemed to complete failure. So... tell me why exactly I should give you pieces of art probably valued somewhere in the millions by now- over at the auction, a set of landscapes are going by the tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars right now."
And once again, thank Sarah for feeding you info about what's going on.
"Oh, we both know you already know what you want, Cain. Spare me the self-absorbed lecturing and get to it," Carol says with an eye roll.
Well, she isn't wrong.
"Alright then, here's what I'm thinking: Since you want my personal property for personal reasons, you should do me personal favors in exchange. Oh, don't be so alarmed," you wave her off when she seems to be about to begin screaming, "I don't want you to do anything illegal whatsoever. In fact, not even anything to do with questionable legality. Every time you do something I want, you get a picture, with a personal promise I won't be making a big media circus about selling depictions of your family's naked bodies. Deal?"
Ignoring your outstretched hand in favor of crossing her arms, Carol just looks away from you. "Deal."
"Very well, then. Let's not dawdle and get right on those favors, hm? Strip."
Letting all false cheer and joviality drop out of your voice at that last word, you delight in the way Carol's eyes almost comically bulge in their sockets.
"What?"
"You heard me, strip. I have to know what I'm working with if I want to get any worthwhile favors out of you, don't I?"
"You just couldn't help yourself, could you? Little pervert."
"Oh, I'm a pervert alright, just not a little one." Stalking behind her as she looks back at you, you lean your head towards her ear.
"The first favor, for the first picture. I'll do anything I want with your body for, let's say, the next hour or two. Deal?"
"Deal, you horny asshole."
"Careful, or yours is on the line." Groping her (pleasantly firm) ass, you think over what you'll want to do with Carol now that she's surrendered herself to you. Even if she surely wouldn't put it that way.
When Cain went to grab at her, Carol steeled herself, knowing the villain was about to take what he wanted. Only to be expected, as she'd told him. Thinking back, his kind always did, didn't they? They took what they wanted and the only thing that could stop them was overwhelming force.
Even if what they wanted was her, the thing she needed was power to fight them off. Just like back then, when she'd given him everything he'd wanted, but he hadn't been satisfied with her body.
The fucker also wanted her life.
But before she could go deeper into reminiscence of the time she triggered, he was upon her, his hands gliding over her body, teasing and groping, touching her seemingly everywhere. Shuddering, Carol relaxed into him as he began kissing her neck, knowing she'd need to play along for the time being.
Him being good at this helped, though.
Cain took a step towards her, pushing his whole body into her back and rubbing the sizeable slab of meat she could feel into her butt, slowly building up pressure to force her forwards as his hands kept on roaming her body.
Way to make her feel wanted, at least.
"Mhm, turn around," he murmured into her ear, his fingers letting go of her nipples. Realizing they were right in front of a wall, Carol got an idea of what he was planning.
"Oh? Going to push me against a wall and ravish me like a helpless maiden?"
"Please, like any part of you fits that description," the villain chuckled, "though I certainly am tempted to ravish you."
Pressing her against the cool wall, Cain bent down a little to kiss her, his tongue intruding on her lips unbidden while his arms resumed their earlier explorations... that were slowly getting her more in the mood than she was willing to admit.
"Come on, are you going to pussyfoot around all night or did you mean it?"
"Well, when you put it like that..." His one hand swerving to her pubis, combing through the short strip of hair she kept there before dipping down, teasing her entrance and slipping in a finger or two, having her gasp at the first time being directly stimulated in years while his other hand fiddled with his zipper.
Carol licked her lips. It was about time to see...
Words failed her for a moment, seeing the tool being pulled out of Cain's pants. Easily as large as Neil, if not a little larger...
"No time to waste, judging from how wet you are already," Cain joked, though she could see the dark hunger in his eyes despite them being entirely obscured.
Winding his arms around her, the villain hugged Carol to himself as he teased her lips with his rod's tip, smearing shameful amounts of her secretions along it. Wordlessly forcing another kiss on her, he slowly, painfully slowly, pushed forwards, filling her up in a way she hadn't realized how badly she missed, despite him being the one to do it after all this time, spreading her open and making her ball her fists in pleasure.
Gasping and moaning into the villain's mouth, Carol wrapped her own arms around his broad chest, wandering just as he did and squeezing his muscular ass on occasion, letting herself go and enjoy this situation. Just because it was borderline rape didn't mean she couldn't see the bright side, right?
As Cain bottomed out in her, she decided that no, there wasn't. And any thought at all went out the window when he began to properly pound her, reducing her vocabulary to moans and screams as he looked deeply into her eyes, talking dirty and kissing her in equal measure, until she came once, twice, thrice in quick succession, her overstimulated privates a poor opponent to his pleasure rod battering her down.
This villain truly had a ridiculous measure of stamina!
Intruding into her space (or what little she had left), the villain nibbled on her ear, finding yet another sensitive spot as he never once stopped railing her, keeping her going hot throughout.
"I'm about to come," he whispered roughly, twerking her nipples as he did, "where do you want it?"
Carol was conflicted. On the one hand, rationality told her not to get a creampie, the last time she thought she could've gotten pregnant from a man other than Mark enough to have her think twice. On the other hand, this was the first time she felt like she did back in her youth again, wild with pleasure and-
"If you don't decide, I suppose I'll just have to pull out," Cain laughed, his eyes telling her he was just teasing her, of all things.
"Inside! I want it inside!" Not that she cared at this point. Laughingly, the villain sped up, meeting her lips with his again and wrestling tongues until he peaked, pumping his hot villain juice into her, never letting up eye contact.
Holding himself deep inside of her, Cain smirked. "I hope you understand we aren't done yet."
Lifting her up in a single motion as he grabbed onto her ass, to her surprised squawk exclamation, he twirled them around keeping himself inside and headed for one of the nearby desks, laying her down on one and gently trailing a hand down the side of her face.
"We're not done until you can't walk anymore, Carol."
Th-this villain!
Still silently smiling to yourself, you arrange for everything now that Carol is appropriately preoccupied, aka fucked silly and currently asleep, much as you repeatedly ended up promising during your extended lovemaking session. And yes, it's way, way steamier than you make it sound.
So, one of the girls brought by a pillow, which you've already carefully wedged under her head, so she won't die of neck pain by the time she awakes, with the picture you drew of her leaning against the wall near the door to the room.
You'd thank your luck literally all your stored pictures ended up being brought to the gallery, but in this case, you'd make do with thanking Sarah instead. Whether it was because she just had someone do that and sort through them once everything was in place or it was an actual mistake, it certainly saved you some time in this case, at least.
Now then, back to the auction! Which you've been kinda missing, though to be fair, you kinda already knew all your own pictures, so it wasn't like it'd be anything new aside from silently making fun of whoever bought them at ridiculous prices.
Or maybe appropriate ones? It's kinda hard to keep perspective on that, simply because you're a rather... contemporary artist, shall you say.
Amy looked around, still not having any luck. Honestly, where was her mom? This was getting ridiculous, she normally wasn't this hard to find.
Spotting her cousin, she went over to meet Crystal, a similarly annoyed expression on her face. "You also don't have any luck?"
"Nope, nothing. I swear, if your mom didn't have the car keys..."
"Hey, we'll find her, don't worry. Though I'd really like somewhere to sit down, my legs are killing me from all this standing and walking..."
"You really need to work out sometime, Amy, that's what. Come on, let's look for everyone else, maybe she's picking up on her phone by now."
Stomping through an empty hallway, you rapidly approach whatever it is Sarah wants you to take care of.
Any details you can give me?
A few of the girls were just attacked out of the sight of the cameras. From what they told me, a cape is trying to attack the auction, most likely looking to rob your pictures.
Wait, seriously? I get the whole cancer cure made me kind of a big deal, but I didn't think that warranted some kind of art thief gunning for this.
Well you're thinking wrong, then. From the description and what I could get, I think our culprit is Circus, I mentioned them before. Tried to knock out two of the girls guarding a back door to the gallery, though they fucked off right quick when the laser rifles came out.
Good for them, then. So Circus is somewhere outside?
From the looks of it. Could be they're fucking off, could be they're trying to get in somewhere else. Best if you take a look around either way.
Got it, I'm going out now.
Giving a quick nod to the pair of heavily armed gang members you're passing, one of them sporting a scowl and a black eye as they return the nod, you emerge into the cool night air, engaging all your senses as you look for any person-shaped blood signatures.
A quick lookaround doesn't reveal anything of interest, just an average back alley in the richer parts of town, meaning that the trash is actually in a dumpster nearby rather than in a dozen bags strewn across the area.
Unfortunately, the girls didn't leave their momentary attacker any wounds leaving a nice trail of blood for you to immediately pick up on, so instead, you just concentrate as you let your gaze wander over everything nearby, doing your best to listen out. If you don't hear anything, fine, but-
There it is, the sound of someone stepping on the roofs. Snapping around, you immediately see it- a blood signature moving along roof level, a few buildings over, currently jumping right onto where you know one of the crazy offshoots of the gallery is jutting outwards.
You got your clown, now all you need is the performance.
With an eye on your quarry and a good idea of where they're entering, you immediately go shadow and dart back inside, climbing through a series of ventilation shafts and stairs to get up to the right floor before rapidly approaching where you can see that one blood signature moving about.
It is inside a dark room that you finally corner the target, an obvious cape clothed like some kind of clown. Circus.
Only question now is, how do you confront them, preferrably before they start to shovel everything nearby into their pocket dimensio-
Is that one of those smut drawing you made on that desk?
Sarah, quick question, are all the NSFW pictures stored inside a single room?
Should be, why?
Because we seem to have ourselves a porn thief.
Gabe. Gabe, no. It can't be happening again.
As you crawl up the walls and onto the ceiling, positioning yourself for maximum impact as Circus is busy rummaging through the boxes lying in the corner, you can't help but give Sarah one last thought before you need to concentrate.
Sarah, you should know by now that I may as well have a passive porn field as a long range shaker effect.
With that, you slowly dip out of shadow form, going from a flat shape pressed against the ceiling to a vampire clinging to it, your shadowed face looking down at your target as your hands and feet provide suction to the tiles at your back.
Until they don't.
Circus almost manages to tumble out of the way when they realize something is happening.
Almost.
Catching them from above as they're half-turning in an attempt to roll away, you knock the air out of them as you impact, hands on their shounders and your knees on their lower back, keeping Circus pinned to the ground.
"Ooof!"
A quick grab has their arms secured behind their back, your weight keeping them down. "Now, now, what have we here? A nasty little thief trying to go after the porn stores?"
"Hah, say what you will, but people are ready to pay out their nose for a few of the things in here. So you're Cain, I presume?"
"The one and only. More importantly, though, what did you think would happen if you tried stealing from me?"
"Well ideally, nobody would've noticed a thing and I'd have gotten away."
"Kinda blew that chance when you assaulted my security for this whole thing."
"Yeah, why the fuck do the guards have laser rifles?! Like, aren't you at least pretending you aren't directly pulling this whole thing?"
"I am at most keeping up a polite fiction of this auction not being me basically showing off I can get away with whatever I want. But let's not get too far off topic here."
"Because you're too distracted by the hot piece of ass under your full control?" Circus asks, mildly contorting to rub their ass against your crotch, with you currently securely holding onto and kneeling over them.
"Because if this was a job interview, it wasn't bad, Lung put less effort into not being grabbed. Of course, he was also a dragon at the time, but you get the picture."
"I don't, obviously, now that you've caught me. So, is that it? I promise to join up with you and you let me go?"
"Well, now that you put it like that, I'm not sure I trust you to follow up on that..."
"Then again, I couldn't possibly refuse a cutie like yourself, could I?"
Her rubbing stops all of a sudden as you let yourself grow hard, pushing your erection against her butt through both of your clothes. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the bend you're putting on this whole situation."
"If anything, you started it," you chuckle, taking one hand of their, or rather, now that you've had some time to analyze the scent, her wrists, sliding the other one under and into that clown costume, making your way to her chest and discovering two important things; one, she actually does have tits, even if they're fairly small, and two, undoing the chest bindings is child's play, letting you get at them easily.
"All I'm doing is ending it." And now here you are, actively rubbing against her butt. "Not like I'd ever let a hot piece of ass stay unfucked."
"Meep."
"Oh sweetie, we're going to have so much fun, you and I." Letting go of her arms entirely, she's just confused for a moment, trying to prop herself up on them as your other hand slides down, imposing itself on her little pussy as you nibble on her ear.
Circus, in turn, just locks up, unsure what to do as you lavish ministrations on her body. Good enough for your purposes, really.
Sarah, I just thought I'd let you know. It happened. I've got Circus.
How? How does Circus trying to rob your auction lead to you boning them?
I have absolutely no idea! I just grabbed her and told her she'd better join or else, one thing led to another and now she's just holding still as I grind against her ass.
I hope you know that this is just complete bullshit, Gabe. Like, this isn't even cheap porno level anymore, are you actively turning the world into a porn parody of itself now?
Laughing mentally, Sarah eventually joining in with her own (only slightly hysterical) giggle, you change sides, now nomming onto Circus' right earlobe and pinching her left nipple, still insistently fingering her downstairs and harvesting a nice amount of slickness.
"Aww, isn't someone getting eager for this?"
"Lies and slander," she replies, faux-upset.
"That's not what the wetness down here says," you counter, audibly slicking your fingers in and out.
"That's a biological reaction and you know it!"
"Just as the fact you aren't complaining, is it?"
"Oh, I'm complaining plenty, just not out loud."
Chuckling at her snark, you get to undressing her, or rather just to hiking her clown-y pants down, humming appreciatively at what you see when you look down. "You weren't lying about being a hot piece of ass, at least. I am so tapping that."
Circus scoffs. "As if I'd let you under any other circumstance."
"What, because I caught you stealing? Or because I'm going to pay you entirely too much money to stay on call?"
"Yes. Also, why is the idea of being a clown call girl hot all of a sudden?"
You unzip your pants, once more letting your dick out tonight. "I don't know, you tell me."
Unceremonously, you position yourself at Circus' pussy, slowly teasing yourself inside. Your hands get back to playing with her breasts, with you now all but lying on her, using your weight to keep her fixed in place as you push yourself forwards.
Her moans certainly hint towards appreciation of what you're doing.
"What, are you really this easy to satisfy?"
"Shut up and fuck me, you big old brute!"
"As the lady demands," you laugh, speeding up to piston into her, setting your hands down next to both sides of her head as you do so, propping yourself up and giving yourself some leverage to work with.
Though the way she then puts her own hands atop yours is kind of sweet, you'll admit, so you just lean down without once stopping, peppering Circus' neck and the sides of her face with kisses.
"Ugh, how are you, ungh, keeping this up?"
"Sweetie, my power gives me unlimited stamina. I could keep going for literal days nonstop." A quick slap has her cute butt bouncing even harder than it does with every thrust already. "I certainly could see myself fucking you for hours on end. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Just, ugh, my, ugh, fucking, ungh, luck- Coming!"
Laughing, you speed through her orgasm, her hands clamping down on yours much like her pussy does, just a few more kisses being all the acknowledgement she gets over this.
You keep on going like that a while longer, giving Circus the by now somewhat customary three orgasms before you allow yourself to come.
"I'm going to fill you up now," you whisper into her ear, her tongue long since having taken residence outside her lips painted black, "and there's nothing you can do about it."
From the continuing panting, it doesn't seem like she would obstruct you rearing back and jabbing your entire length as deep inside her as you can even if she could, her deepest depths soon hit by surge after surge of cum.
"What a good little cutie-clown you are, Circus. I can see us getting along great already."
The aftermath of the auction is... interesting, to say the least.
For starters, you apparently have a date for tomorrow, with a random person that attended the auction, so that's gonna be fun. On the other hand, Ethan has strict orders to reduce the sweet intake of the girls responsible for that whole thing by half for a week, so you suppose you've applied the appropriate amount of punishment already.
New Wave, amusingly enough, actually turned out to need a little aftercare, what with one Carol Dallon having the keys for her family's car with her the rest of them kind of needed to drive off, so you needed to have someone come by and wake her up, splash a little water on her face and have her clean herself up.
Amusingly, though, her body language was anything but negative. Heh. Note to self, take your time to enjoy this woman.
The Searfield twins, after a quick introduction to a few aspects of the Crypts' business they may come into contact with, were sent home for now with strict instructions to keep their mouths shut. They will keep until you get around to dealing with their specific bullshit, though enabling them to work towards your ends, whether as outside agents being fed information entirely disconnected from your own operations or as added paperpushers to keep the paperwork generated by day-to-day activities under control.
And as for Circus... You have no idea whether you didn't fuck her hard enough or too hard, but she's been following you around ever since you got done with her, acting all clingy and hooking her arms into yours at every opportunity.
Sarah took one look, made a show of suppressing her laughter and hooked into your opposite side, beginning to explain how your whole relationship works to Circus while you were trying to oversee the auction's cleanup.
Bright side, you made a few million in cash, though, so you can officially call yourself a professional artist now, you suppose.
Next on your agenda, a recent poll in the Crypts' internal network revealed that your underlings like the style of 'governance' you've been employing so far overall, though a sizeable amount of them do wish you were more 'out there', showing the flag and cementing the Crypts' predominance on the streets.
You honestly have no idea if this is what they thought of, but here you are, simply walking along the streets in your usual Cain attire, making a point that you're looking out for the community and all. In the course of doing so, you amble your way through the poorer parts of the city north of the boardwalk, through the docks and into the area that used to be occupied by the ABB, now slowly being encroached by some of your own common folks.
You actually do encounter quite a lot of people on the way, despite it being... what, technically monday morning, before the sun has come up? Either way, you make it a point to greet them whenever they do a double take.
Surprisingly, or maybe not that surprisingly, the people love you.
After those stunts you pulled, from all but evicting the ABB from the city and revealing how their operations really looked like to your frequent livestreams making yourself personable and just not being a giant dickhead yourself in the territory you control and currently are taking over, the public's opinion on your cape persona is fairly positive.
In fact, as you keep on walking with purpose in your step and pleasantly greeting people, you go on ahead and take a few selfies with people, hand out a few autographs on the spot (good thing you actually had a pen on you) as people request them. Honestly, you're actually feeling really good about yourself.
How many villains can say they do community outreach and basically steal the heroes' jobs?
As you come across a bakery currently opening, not that far from Winslow High if you aren't wrong, you decide to go ahead and get inside, ordering a decent amount of buns to take back home.
While you're at it, may as well make making breakfast a little easier on Ethan. Not to mention how hilarious the imagery is of yourself standing there in your suit and shadowed face, patiently waiting for your order to come through.
They actually have to get another load in their oven, but whatever. You have the time.
As you wait, though, you are mildly surprised when a pair of policemen in uniform and all come in through the door, freezing up at you standing there.
Under the shadows, nobody can see you grin.
"Hello there," you greet them, acknowledging them with a curt nod.
"H-hello," the younger of the two stutters out, the older one just nodding back as he comes up to the counter. "Ten donuts please, same as usual."
Leaning up against where he just ordered, the senior cop looks you over. "Prob'ly shouldn't linger too long, just a fair warnin'. Cape coppers put somethin' through earlier about avoidin' the area, so good bet someone called 'em."
"Much obliged," you answer, moving to gather up and balance the bags of dozens of buns the entirely overwhelmed employee is bringing over. "Guess I'll be gone as soon as I got some of the office breakfast, then."
"Word of advice 'fore you leave, all tha' graffiti 'round here looks awfully outdated. Someone should really give the neighbourhood a new coat o' paint 'fore anyone gets the wrong idea, if'n you know what I mean."
Yep. The community loves you.
"Hey Gabe, got a moment?"
You turn to your sister, throwing your shirt into the corner. "Always."
"Dork." Play-slapping your naked chest, Sarah buries her head in the crook of your neck. "Have to restock my Vitamin Gabe. Also, in case you were wondering, Gladly was released out of PRT custody this morning, after he signed a crapload of NDAs. He's supposed to get right back into teaching like nothing happened, just under strict observation. Meaning he's got an ankle cuff tracking his location on."
"Huh. Any chance they're deliberately putting him out there as bait? He did kinda hear the deal Bug Girl and I were making."
"Could be, could be. Thing is, this is technically deliberately endangering a civilian, so if they're doing this, they aren't putting it into their systems."
"Mhm. Are you letting go anytime soon?"
"No."
"Alright." And with that, you wrap an arm around her shoulders and start stroking her hair, her naked form entirely too tempting to ignore for much longer.
It took a while, but after fucking Sarah happy and content and doing the same to Kate, you had the latter busy organizing a little action for the common footsolder equivalent of your gang, a decent amount of former Merchant henchmen that didn't get executed within 24 hours of you taking control, various miscellaneous crooks and whoever joined the Crypts since soon about to swarm all over the former northern ABB holdings, spraying over the old tags and beating the living shit out of any old asian mooks that don't immediately jump and join up, all under the leadership of the girls.
Good times.
You, on the other hand, have to sit nice and pretty in an ice cream parlor at the boardwalk with no small amounts of makeup and clothing realignment changing your appearance, because that's the place your supposed 'date' is to take place. Honestly, you left the girls off way too lightly for pulling this stunt...
And that, is a little girl taking a seat at your table. A little girl wearing the red scarf you were supposed to identify the lottery's winner by.
"Hello! I'm Dinah, nice to meet you."
A little girl you recognize as Dinah Alcott, the mayor's niece and likely parahuman.
Well, fuck.
"Hello there, my name is Gabriel. You wouldn't happen to have luck with lotteries, would you?"
The young woman you estimate to be in her late teens, likely above eighteen, looks at you, expression blank. Then she smiles. "I wouldn't call it luck, but sure!"
Inspecting her closer, the girl with brown hair is wearing a blue dress with a matching ribbon keeping her hair in check, happily swinging her legs as she sits.
"So you deliberately drew the winning ticket, I take it?"
"Duh!"
You'd interrogate her further, but the waitress is approaching, quickly stifling your conversation, though you make it a point to smile towards her as she comes near and generally not look weird, ordering a cone of strawberry ice cream and asking what your 'little sister' will get.
"Oooh, I also want strawberry ice cream!"
"There you have it, two cones, please."
"Of course, they'll be right up."
Watching Dinah fiddle a little with her ribbon, you naturally wait until your ice creme fetcher is out of earshot before speaking again. At least this interruption gave you a little time to request Sarah to tell you everything she knows about this girl and her suspected power.
"Any reason you wanted to speak to me, then?"
"Yup! You're weird."
"... Weird how?"
"My power's all wacky about you! It also doesn't give me a headache if a question is about you, though, and it doesn't work if you ask a question, either."
"Mhm, could you explain what your power is, please?"
"Oh, right!" She looks surprised, as though she can't believe she forgot that. "My power tells me how likely things are, but it hasn't been accurate for a while now. My chances of being kidnapped have been swinging from one percent to sixty-nine percent and back ever since you did the first stream, it really confused me until I investigated!"
At that point, your two cones of ice cream arrive, with little paper wraps around then and actual strawberries cut apart and tucked into the sides. You appreciatively take yours, watching as Dinah happily takes a bite.
She obviously likes ice cream, so you'll assume her to be friendly for the time being, after all.
"So you've been looking into me ever since your power went on the fritz because of me?"
"Yep. It activates whenever I ask a question or someone else asks one that I can hear, and unless the question is about you, I get a headache really fast, and it's really bad, so talking to someone that doesn't make me want to crawl somewhere and die all the time is really nice."
Well, the girl's obviously a thinker, like the hospital records Sarah looked at suggested. Her parents actually had her looked at when she told them she had really bad headaches, but likely just thought it was the usual hubbub children make rather than an immensely useful power.
If she triggered with the ability to set the house on fire, the situation would be entirely different.
As the conversation goes on, an entirely different one is happening in the back of your head.
Sarah! Sarah, I'm not sure how, but I think it might be happening again!
What? How? How does that even make sense?
I have no idea! Actually, I might. I've just received proof that even Thinker powers might agree that porn logic applies to me and my actions.
Please. Please tell me you're joking.
Nope. Dinah is indeed a Thinker, her power lets her predict the future as a percentage-based yes/no question, and ever since I went from working in the background to streaming for the first time, her chance of being kidnapped, supposedly, went from one percent to sixty-nine.
GAAAAABE! Since when were you into little girls?
I ain't! But my standards also kinda relaxed ever since I died, and now so long as it's female and not immensely ugly, I can get it up to it.
I swear to god, Gabe...
Disregarding your irate little sister for the time being, you address Dinah again. This bears further investigation.
"69 percent, was it? How exact is that number?"
"Right now, it's 69.69696942069 percent. It changes a little, but that's about it. It goes back and forth every few minutes, though, and I think the numbers are supposed to mean something, but I have no idea what. I think my power's really confused about something about you."
"That might very well be..." Taking a quick look around, you don't spot anyone that seems to be keeping an eye on her. "Say, where are your parents?"
"They're at home. I just told them I was going out with friends, why do you ask?"
"Oh, just wondering how much time we have. You know, I could introduce you to a few more people that are like me, I'm sure you'd like to talk to more people without getting headaches."
"Oooh, that'd be great!" Looking at her ice cream, she gives you big puppy dog eyes. "Can I eat up, first?"
Laughing, you reach a hand over to pat her head. "Of course you can, I still need to finish up, too, see?"
The next few minutes are spent just eating ice cream between the two of you, with you making an effort to keep up a conversation. Apparently, school used to be just boring for Dinah, but ever since she got her power, it's been kind of hell, and her parents wouldn't exactly let her stay at home indefinitely despite her headaches, as thinker headaches don't tend to be outwardly visible and going to a doctor didn't yield any results, either.
Still, soon enough you're paying and taking Dinah out, holding her hand as you go. Time to hit the road in your fancy car again!
Also, you're still keeping up the illusion that you're some kind of luddite, so nobody can know you actually drive, something you tell Dinah with a mischievous smile as you hold an index finger vertically over your mouth, something that has her giggling and promising not to tell anyone.
Holding Dinah's hand again, you lead her through the winding corridors of your base, contemplating actually decorating them at some point- sure, bare concrete and security doors may look imposing, but they're also fairly intimidating to look at, and more importantly just not homey.
Dinah doesn't seem to mind, being inside a bona-fide supervillain lair having her look at everything with these big, amazed eyes. Still, it isn't long before you arrive inside the specific conference room you've asked your spawn to come to.
And of course Aisha came along, too, but whether that is to see what's going on or to be pet and handfed by everyone, you have no idea.
Either way, here you are, opening the door and showing off Dinah to everyone inside.
"Hello everyone, sorry about interrupting your busy days, but I wanted to introduce you all to one Dinah Alcott. She's got a pretty good thinker power, but it activates by itself whenever someone asks her a question unless they disrupt Thinkers like everyone like us. Dinah, these are Sarah, Kate and Sherrel. All of them are like me and shouldn't accidentally trigger your power."
Going ahead to sit down in a chair you turn around so you're facing the rest of the room's occupants, you lift Dinah up and put her down in your lap, beginning to pat her haid and brush your hands through her hair, much to her delight.
Within moments, Aisha is on you and keeling between your legs, fishing your dick out unnoticed by only Dinah, though nobody bats an eye as they start to get to know her.
At first, it's just force of habit that has your hand wandering down to Dinah's thigh, stroking it much like it was busy stroking her hair beforehand.
It's just automatic for you at this point, you are getting your dick sucked, of course you have to grope and stroke everything nearby. It doesn't help that Aisha is just going at it harder as she sees it happening and Dinah doesn't complain, just cuddling back into you in turn.
It isn't long until you're stroking up and down her sides, careful not to tickle her and mess with your suggestion. "Hey Dinah, I would like to try something I think might help with your headaches, at least a little. I'll need you to drink some of my blood for it to work, though, is that okay?"
"I don't know, mommy said not to eat or drink anything strangers give me... Ah!" She gasps as you move your hands towards her inner thighs, not touching anywhere too inappropriate, but stimulating Dinah just fine nonetheless.
"Oh, we've already introduced ourselves to each other, haven't we? And you already took the ice cream I bought you..."
"Mmm... Okay, but just because you asked really nice!"
"I knew you'd see reason." And with that, you move both hands up, turning one into clawed form and slicing a thumb along the opposite wrist, opening the wound that will only heal once you're done.
"There we go, now open wide..." As you stick the bleeding wrist in her face, your free hand goes right back down, lightly rubbing over her crotch and making your way under her dress, soon finding her panties are sporting a slowly spreading wet spot.
Aisha just deepthroats you in response, her tongue swirling around your shaft.
As it turns out, Dinah is somewhat of a natural kisser, turning her head to meet your lips with a glazed look in her eyes as you stimulate her... though you still make it a point to have her drink regularly.
In the end, she's only allowed to cum the moment the thralling is complete.
When you drag the two girls along to your rooms, explaining that no clothes are allowed inside, the first thing you earn is discontent and disbelief from the two eighteen-year-olds, though that quickly changes when you mention that yes, it's a general rule and you're also stripping down.
Dinah, for one, is naked almost faster than you can see, though Tammi takes a little longer.
"Wh-wh-what now," Tammi asks, awkwardly just standing there once you're inside the main office.
"Now? Now we're playing a few games. Who's up for Mario Kart?" You exclaim.
"Yay, I love playing video games! My parents don't let me play anything usually, so I can only do it when I'm visiting someone."
"S-s-s-sounds g-good."
Well, there you go. Playing a bunch of multiplayer games with two naked little girls.
Honestly, not what you'd envisioned yourself doing when you were a kid, but fuck it, you're all having fun, and isn't that the important part?
Having spent an hour or two to thoroughly pound Nora's brains out in your room, you just... take a break, for a little while, hugging her naked form to yourself as you relax on your bed.
Hey Nora, I actually wanted your opinion on something."
"And here I thought you only wanted me for my body," she grins into your chest, languidly stretching and doing... interesting things to her breasts as she does so. "What's up, Gabriel?"
"Well, I'm getting my dimensional travel off cooldown later tonight, just a few hours now, actually, and I'm thinking of going somewhere new. The call of the unexplored, you know?"
"I think I get it, actually. You just don't like being tied to things permanently, you have to get away from it all every now and then, be free to do new things and explore."
"Yeah, pretty much. I love what we're doing, in all worlds I've been to so far, but it's just also kind of stifling, even when I know I can just take time off whenever I damn well please. It's this... expectation I'm building up for myself, that if I don't do what I'm doing, I'm somehow failing everyone. Does that make sense?"
"It does, honestly, and now I'm kind of worried you're just using the time inconsistencies you can cause to get around confronting your unrealistic expectations for yourself, but I suppose it can't be helped when you rissues may very well be justified based on reality, after all. All I can do is be there for you when you need me... and I'm not as busy writing dissertations on parahuman law and how stupid it is on the internet."
"I'm not sure whether to be surprised, actually, that's just like you. Anyways, what I originally wanted to ask your opinion about, whom do you think I should bring along to an unexplored world? If you're up for it, I'd like for you to come along, finally give you the full vampire package."
"Mhm, I was honestly wondering if you'd bring it up sometime," Nora murmurs, cuddling into you. "You found a way to have vampires be fine in the sun, so the biggest issue is done with, after all. I don't see a reason not to, even though drinking blood will totally be weird."
"It totally won't, it's an instinctual thing once you're turned."
"I have my opinion and I stick to it. Also, depending on where we end up, finding enough assholes to drink from might be an issue, but let's cross that bridge when we get to it."
Oh right, you never got around to explaining to Nora how the exact kind of person horribly murdered and/or tortured won't matter to her once the process surgically removes any conscience from her. Ah well, as she said, a bridge to cross when the time comes.
"So," Nora continues, "whom to take into a new unknown situation? For starters, how many people can you take with you?"
"Right now, three living people and two vampires, though I'm planning to get that to three while on the other end."
"So five people overall?"
"Well, I'm think about keeping at least a few slots open so if we find someone interesting interested, I can bring them back here."
"Pfah, we all know what you mean, you ol' horndog, you. But alright, let's say I come along, you turn me and get that free slot. That still leaves two vampires free to come and get back, so I'd say take your sister and Kate- Sherrel doesn't seem the type to prefer throwing herself into the unknown as much as she does staying in her workshop all day. Still up to two free humans to come along, though if you want to keep your options open... Either bring two people and have the slot I took up on the way there free, take only one living person along or just leave them all open. I'm sure you know your 'thralls' better than I do, so just take anyone that seems like they're well-suited to adapting to things or just good in a fight, honestly."
"Hmm..." Bending over a little to kiss Nora's nose, you smile at her. "That's a pretty comprehensive analysis. I'll think over it later, for now, wanna have some more fun?"
"Always. Or at least while I'm conscious, anyways. Also, don't forget you still owe me a whole lot of children once we can have any, Gabriel."
"A whole lot, you say?"
"Mhm, with interest. I've been keeping count."
With that, you kiss, neither of you wasting time on exchanging any more words.