Prologue
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On the toilet, wearing a T-shirt with his gray boxers around his ankles, reading his favorite comic book called: Seance Dog, Mark Grayson lowers the comic and looks at the door, immediately knowing who it is.
"Mom? What!" Before Mark could let her answer, he added. "I'll be out in a minute."
Before he could go back to enjoying his comic, his mother, Debbie Grayson, who was in a green bathrobe with her black hair down, entered.
"Hey!" Mark covered his lap with his comic.
"I don't have a minute." She searched the sink cabinet. "Andressa used the rest of the soap in my bathroom."
"Mom!"
"Get over yourself." Debbie stood looking at the boxed bar of soap in her hands. "I changed your diapers when you were a baby. Nothing is going on down there I haven't seen before."
"Just get out!"
Having what she needed, Debbie walked out of the bathroom, closing the door, leaving Mark to sigh and return to finishing his comic.
Sometime Later
In the living room, Mark was sitting on the couch, eating breakfast from a bowl, wearing a dark blue sweater with two horizontal sky-blue stripes, a yellow dress shirt underneath, khakis, dark blue socks, and blue shoes. He was watching the news on the living room TV when he heard someone walking down the stairs.
"Watching the news again, Mark?"
Recognizing the voice, Mark turned to see who would be considered his stepmother and ex-Queen of Thraxa, Andressa with her hands clasped together, wearing traditional Thraxan attire that was black, gray, and gold and looked tabard-esque with a magenta gem embedded in the chest cavity of the clothing.
Unlike Mark and his Mom, Andressa wasn't human, other than her blue skin and large round pink eyes, she had antennas on top of her head, a thin sharp appendage on the back of her forearms, narrow feet with one toe, and the head of either an ant or a mantis with the rest of her body being somewhat human-like.
"Yep." Mark nodded. "There's nothing else to watch on the other channels. Shows and all."
"As usual." Andressa shook her head. "They were never like this years ago..."
"Yeah..."
Usually, those who know much about Thraxans would be left surprised by Andressa's statement, but not Mark or the rest of his family. While Thraxans have a short lifespan, Andressa is a big exception. Sometime after birth long ago, many Thraxans including Andressa were left baffled after discovering she was born with a rare genetic condition that drove her body to produce cells at a rapid but stable rate, forever leaving her in her youth, thus earning her the title of Queen of Thraxa.
Though many Thraxans saw her condition as unique and a gift, Andressa saw the opposite, forced by life itself to watch as she outlived generations of her kind who passed due to rapid aging and inescapable deaths. Though she had learned to embrace it and see it as a purpose, she couldn't bear to see countless Thraxans die before her any longer.
It wasn't until Andressa had met and formed a connection with Mark's Dad, Nolan that she stepped down as Queen of Thraxa. She passed the title to a Thraxan who was nearly equal to her intelligence and moved from Thraxa to Earth with Nolan, bidding farewell to her kind one last time, hoping they would continue to grow in her absence, and thrive for years to come.
"...And in other news, the White House was under attack yet again." The news reporter announced on the TV.
Soon after they unveiled footage of the White House with fire and smoke emitting near and from the building. Mark and Andressa then saw the Guardians of the Globe and Nolan, Hero Alias: Omni-Man, fighting off the attackers, The Mauler Twins.
"As you can see, the scene is absolute chaos as the Mauler Twins-"
It was then Debbie came downstairs, her hair tied into a bun, wearing a green button-up shirt, earrings, necklace, jeans, and gray slippers.
"Looks like Dad's saving the White House." Announced Mark to his mom.
"Alone?" Debbie asked.
"He's assisting the Guardians against the Mauler Twins." Andressa described.
"Against the Mauler...Ugh." Debbie crossed her arms. "Looks like we won't be getting breakfast together this morning. Bummer."
"Uh...It's the White House, Mom." Mark turned to his Mother. "It's kinda important."
"Oh, they rebuild that thing twice a year at this point." Debbie walked to the kitchen. "If it's not Doc Seismic causing destruction, it's the Lizard League or someone else trying and failing to tear it down. I doubt the President still lives there."
"Even so, the White House is still a National Historic Landmark." Andressa walked over to Debbie. "If it were reduced to dregs, it could initiate deficiency in the US and develop geopolitical conflicts that would affect everyone."
Before Debbie could respond, she, Andressa, and Mark heard the sliding door to the backyard open and saw it was Nolan, still in his red and white Hero Costume and red cape.
"I'm not too late for breakfast!" Nolan announced, passing by his wives. "I'm gonna go shower."
"Wait, Nolan."
Nolan stopped and turned to Andressa and Debbie who approached.
"Come to us first."
Andressa elevated herself on the tip of her toes and leaned forward before she and Nolan kissed, Debbie without much effort simply leaned in as she and their husband kissed. Nolan's arms wrapped around their waist, kissing both Andressa and Debbie again, making Mark groan.
"Don't make me get the spray bottle."
They stopped and glanced at him, Debbie looking slightly annoyed before she and Andressa held Nolan's hands, leading him to their room.
"Now let's go and get that costume off you."
"Boundaries, peoples!"
The trio stopped as Mark placed his breakfast down and stood. "Bathroom doors are closed for a reason, and parents should never, ever talk about sex in front of their kids!"
Mark passed his parents and step-parent, going to the stairs while Debbie glared.
"You should be overjoyed," She smiled and tapped Nolan's mustache as he again embraced her and Andressa. "To see your parents passionately expressing their love for each other."
"You can learn a few things from this." Added Andressa, nuzzling her head against Nolan's chest.
Mark rolled his eyes and continued up the stairs.
"I'm gonna get ready for school." Mark told them. "And couldn't you at least wait until I leave the house...For College!"
"So...Any suggestions?" Debbie asked Nolan and Andressa about breakfast. "How does Paris sound?"
"Mm...What about Dubai?" Andressa proposes.
"I was kind of pulling for that little cafe over in Berlin." Nolan looked at them lovingly. "I've been jonesing for those sausages."
Mark stopped at the top of the steps. "Aw man, you guys are going to Best Wurst? I love that place!"
"You've got school." Nolan reminded his son. "When your powers kick in, you can go on your own, just like Olivia."
This made Mark furrow his brows a little. "Salt on the wound, Dad." He continued to his bedroom.
"They've gotta be due any day now, son. Even the latest bloomers on Viltrum would get their powers before what would be their 18th birthday. You'll see."
While his Mom whispered to his Dad and Andressa about something, Mark reached out for his doorknob. Before he could even grab it he was shoved forward.
"Ugh!" He tried to get back up, only to find out he was pinned against the carpeted floor by something either heavy or strong on top of him. "How-?"
"Hey Mark!" A bubbly voice greeted him. "Are you going to school already?! Can I come!?"
Mark looked up and groaned slightly. "Really Olivia?"
Sitting on top of him was his little-big sister, Olivia, daughter of Nolan and Andressa. She was roughly half of his height with purple skin and short black hair, dressed in a white shirt with red sleeves and collar, dark gray pants, and white socks.
Though she's a hybrid between Viltrumite and Thraxan, having super strength from her Dad and boosted brilliance from her Mom, Olivia had inherited a nearly identical genetic condition just like her mother. It kept her in youth but stunted her growth, leaving her with the body of an adolescent within months of her birth on Thraxa almost 30 years ago, days before she and her parents left and moved to Earth.
"Is that a yes or...?"
"No." Mark groaned while Olivia got off him, allowing him to stand.
"Why not?"
Mark picked her up. "Well, for starters, you don't need school. You learn everything from your nanny...May Hanson?"
Olivia looked at him in unamused. "April Howsam. She's been around since you were a baby."
"I never interacted with her." Mark set her on his bed and grabbed his backpack. "Oh, and also you're 12 and I'm going to High School. You know? For teenagers."
"Hey! In case you forgot, I'm 25 years old!" Olivia exclaimed. "I may look like a kid, but I'm still older than you!"
Mark couldn't help but chuckle at her glare, rather than menacing, it was just plain adorable.
"Yeah, I know." He rubs the top of her head, making her giggle. "You're still my little-big sis."
"Yeah, I'm you're little-big-" Olivia's eyes shot open and glared with a blush. "I'm not little!"
"Okay, I'm kidding!" Mark stated, walking away. "I gotta go now."
"Wait."
He turned as Olivia walked over, looking at her feet before looking up at him.
"...You'll get your powers someday Mark, I just know it."
He smiled a little. "Thanks, Olivia. I know you got your powers early at...What, a few months? A year?"
"Six months, one week, and four hours."
"Yeah..." He stopped at the doorway. "Also you don't have to wait for me. I can always text you."
"Aww come on, there's nothing else for me to do." Olivia floated up to his height with her arms crossed. "Can't I wait?"
"Alright, you can." Mark rubbed her hair one more time before he left. "I gotta go now."
Olivia gave a grin as Mark left his room. When he exited the house, he turned to the open door.
"Bye! Have fun!" He exclaimed before shutting the door behind him. "I'll be walking on the ground, with my feet."
Mark took a few steps forward before hearing a whoosh from above. Looking up in time, he sees his Mom, Dad, and Step-Mom fly off in the sky to Best Wurst, both mothers holding onto his father as they leave. Mark let out a sigh of disappointment and stared down at his hand before furrowing his brows slightly.
'I can do this...' Thought Mark.
Clutching his hand into a fist, he brought it up above his head before making the highest jump he could make. His temporary smile faded when he landed back on his feet. Refusing to give up, he does it again five more times, grunting as he attempts to fly. After the 5th jump, Mark stopped when he noticed the mailman observing him with an unamused face, which made the teen chuckle awkwardly.
"Morning! Uh, I was just..." He held up his foot, bouncing on the other. "Just trying to break in these new shoes! Just got them-ugh!"
By a misstep, Mark slipped and fell with a thud. Without a response, the mailman walked away, continuing his route down the neighborhood, leaving the teen to get up by himself and play off the fall, thankful nobody else saw it. Unfortunately from an upstairs window, Olivia had witnessed it all.
"Smooth, Mark. Reeeal smooth."
"Please...Not now, Olivia." Mark got back up with annoyance all over his face. "Just, not right now...Okay?"
Olivia shrugged and stuck her head back a little in the room she was in, watching as Mark got back up and dusted away any small pebbles and dust from his clothes or sleeves before heading off to High School.
A Half-Hour Later: Reginald Veld Johnson High School
Having made it to RVJ on time Mark went straight to his first destination, his locker. Upon turning the dial to the exact three-digit code of his locker door, he opened it with ease, revealing it to be filled with school supplies, a couple of comics, photos, cards, and a class schedule for the month.
"Mauler Twins attack the White House? Nuts, right?"
Hearing this, Mark looked over his shoulder to see it was his best friend, William Clockwell, dressed in an orange and white shirt, jeans, and sneakers, looking down at the news on his phone about the attack earlier.
"I saw all on the news." Mark then reached in, grabbing things he'd need for classes.
"I still can't believe the Guardians of the Globe would let them get that close to killing the President."
"Not really." Mark looked back at William. "The Mauler Twins infiltrated the gate but they didn't get inside the building, and Omni-Man was there, too."
William looked away from his phone at Mark. "You're such an Omni-Maniac. Way to root for the underdog. Are you a big fan of the Yankees?"
Mark shrugs in response and shuts his locker, listening as William leans back against the bottom frame of the windows.
"Sure, he's hot and all..." William smiled a bit. "And that mustache of his..."
Mark only let out a groan of slight discomfort, hearing him talk about his Dad before placing his book inside his backpack. William, overhearing the groan, perks up.
"Sorry! Okay, only straight stuff now." William walked over to Mark. "You up for some Clash Crash tonight? I'm hoping we'll reach level 43 to earn that chest armor."
Mark sighed, upsetting William a bit. "Oh, come on man, don't bring up that stupid job. Don't be that kind of person."
"Alright, alright." Mark stood up with his backpack. "When's the last time you bought a comic book? Those things are costly, and the industry behind Seance Dog is doing it all summer, twice a month."
"Mark..." William crossed his arms with a look of boredom. "You're into the stupidest stuff."
"Aw come on, can't you give me another chance!?"
Recognizing that voice from anywhere, Mark and William look down the hall to see Todd, a bully of RVJ High, following a female student, dressed in casual white shoes, blue jeans, and a red hoodie, the hood itself concealing both her hair and the upper part of her face.
"I gave you enough chances, Todd. We're through!"
"Through? us?!" Todd then demands in obvious frustration. "What did I ever do wrong to you!?"
Hearing this, the female student stopped dead in her tracks before turning to Todd.
"Let's see...You're clingy and arrogant, and you never listen to me!" The female student pointed. "I've told you many times before to give me space and be quiet when I needed it, and several more times to stop trying to protect me whenever we were together."
"I-I wanted to be sure you were fine, and I didn't want you to get hurt."
"...I'm always fine, Todd, I can take care of myself." The female student clarified before turning away. "It's over between us, now please, leave me be."
Before she could walk away, Todd grabbed her arm, stopping her. Rather than pull her arm free, the student remained idle, facing the bully as Mark, William, and a few other students observed.
"Let go of me." She demanded in a calm, but stern tone.
Having enough of this, Mark decided to intervene, taking only a step before William stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't. That guy's twice your size."
"Maybe you can just sit back and watch this, I can't."
"She said she can take care of herself." William looks at Mark worried. "Even if we want to help her, we can't because we're not Omni-Man."
"Then let's see."
Mark walked over to the ex-couple while William watched, knowing this was likely not going to end well for his friend. Just as Todd was about to pull his ex toward him, a cough from behind stopped him from doing so.
"Excuse me."
Both Todd and the girl turned to see Mark glaring at him with disapproval.
"I think she's made it pretty clear to you Todd." Mark continued. "If she's done with you, she's done with you. Just move on."
"Are you serious Grayson?" Todd stomped toward him.
"Look-" Suddenly Mark was punched in the face by Todd.
Recoiling in pain, Mark covered his nose, only for Todd, in a fit of anger and denial, to run up and punch him in the gut, sending him to the ground, and knocking the wind out of him. Before Todd could even kick Mark, the female student ran up and gave him a hard kick between the legs with an audible crunch.
"Augh!" Todd's legs buckled slightly as he covered his crotch in agonizing pain.
Mark looked up at her and though the hoodie kept her face concealed with its shade, he could see she was glaring at her ex.
"Again...We. Are. Through." She repeated to Todd. "Now leave him alone and go!"
Fearing her, Todd ran away from them. "W-What are you lookin' at!?" He asked other students, clearly humiliated.
While William helped Mark back up on his feet, the female student looked at them. "Thanks." Without another word, she walked away to class.
"Welcome..." Mark uttered, still regaining his breath.
Hours Later: Burger Mart
Sometime after leaving school and walking home with Olivia alongside him, thankful she hadn't witnessed what had happened to him earlier, Mark had returned to his room to change and head to his job at Burger Mart. As usual, he worked the entire afternoon, mopping the floors, scrubbing the toilets (Gross), and taking orders from customers, good and sometimes bad. It wasn't until near the end of sunset that he was about to clock out, after taking out the trash.
Kicking open the door, Mark used his body to keep it open before pulling both oversized garbage bags outside with him. Halfway to the front load dumpsters under a street light, he paused to wipe his head before turning to pull the garbage bags toward them. At the curb, looked back to see that one of the bags had torn slightly, leaving a trail of garbage juice behind.
"Aw crap..."
Mark took a deep breath and lifted the lid off the dumpster before grabbing the damaged bag. Carefully balancing the trash in the bag away from the tear, he dropped it into the dumpster and sighed.
"Close one." Grabbing the second garbage Mark examined the bag.
Seeing no tears around it, he threw it into the dumpster...Which is what would've happened.
To Mark's surprise, he threw the garbage overhead, flinging it with such amped strength that it was practically fired into space.
"Huh." He adjusted his hat as his awe turned to satisfaction. "It's about time.
Minutes Later
Upon coming back home from the Burger Mart, Mark saw light coming from the dining room windows. Seeing this as a sign his Mother and Stepmother were preparing dinner for the family. Just as he was about to go in, a purple blur tackled him in a hug, and within seconds, he found himself going from the front door to the garage door.
"You finally got your powers, Mark!" The familiar voice shouted quietly.
Looking at his waist he sees Olivia grinning at him while he was in her steel-grip hug.
"Yeah...It's about-" Mark's eyes widened. "Wait, you were spying on me again!?"
Olivia dropped the grin. "What, no. Don't be ridiculous." She said innocently
He crossed his arms, unimpressed. "Don't lie to me, Olivia."
"Me? Lie!? I'd never..." She paused, seeing his expression unchanged before sighing, her purple cheeks a slightly dark hue. "Okay, you got me-but forget about that! You have powers now! If you tell Dad he can train us together!"
"Okay-okay. I-I know." Mark patted the top of her head. "I'm excited too...And will tell him after I change...But first...Could you let go...Please?"
Hearing his back crackle, Olivia gasped and released Mark, he took in a deep breath of air before leaning forward with his hands on his knees, catching his breath. Though he finally developed his powers, his lungs were still vulnerable to her immense hugs.
"Sorry." She giggled a little.
Sometime Later
Entering the dining room with his hands in his pocket, Mark sees his Stepmother placing a roasted chicken in the center of the table with Olivia already seated.
Andressa noticed him and smiled. "A big welcome home, Mark. Your Mother and I made some herb-roasted chicken."
"It smells delicious Mom." Olivia held back the urge to water from her mouth as Debbie entered, holding a plate of cooked links.
"And we also re-heated some authentic German bratwurst, flown in special today, just for you." Debbie set the bratwurst next to the chicken before sitting down along with Andressa. "So, how was work for my favorite son?"
"Well...I had a pretty interesting day."
Before Mark could tell them, his Father arrived with a whoosh, dressed in casual clothes as he kissed Debbie and Andressa.
"Sorry, I'm late." Nolan sat down in his seat. "Honest to God, a Dragon was attacking Hong Kong. I stopped it."
"Ooh, a Dragon. Nice." Said Debbie.
"Was kind was it?" Andressa asked curiously.
"Believe it or not, a Jiaolong." Answered Nolan. "It tried to flood the city after some angler caught it with a hook."
Just as Mark was letting his Dad tell them, he flinched when he felt Olivia kick his leg before nodding her head toward their parents.
"Tell them..." She whispered only enough for him to hear.
"Oh-uh...Guys?" Mark gets the attention of their parents as he smiles. "Guess who's finally getting his powers?"
Mark and Olivia saw their Moms look at him proudly at the mention of his powers, whereas their Dad stared at him momentarily.
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure." Mark shrugged. "I-"
"He threw a trash bag into space at work!" Olivia then joked. "I think he almost hit me."
"Olivia!"
Andressa looks at Debbie while their kids are distracted by one another at the moment. With a nod, Debbie turns to Nolan and kicks his foot with her heel, making him elate.
"Oh, that's great, Son, just great! If you're up for it, I'll make some time tomorrow for training, for you and Olivia."
Debbie exclaims. "This is so exciting!"
"Even now that you'll be training alongside your Sister!" Andressa then spoke to her daughter. "Isn't that great?"
"Of course it is! I get to train with my brother." Olivia grins at Mark. "Perhaps I can teach you a few things Dad taught me."
"Huh...Like hurling yourself toward a bad guy like a BB?"
Olivia's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Is that another way to call me little again?"
"Maybe?" He asks lively. "Do you want it to?"
"Mark..."
"Kids, please, don't argue at the table." Requested Debbie, her smile never wavering as they listened.
"Bright and early tomorrow morning we'll begin, Mark." Nolan had informed his Son. "Make sure you get a good night's sleep tonight."
Mark let out a laugh. "For sure! I'll get all the sleep I need!"
Later a Night
Lying in his bed, light off, and wearing only gray pajama pants, Mark gazed at his ceiling, unable to go to sleep as he assured his Dad. Curious about how long he's been awake, he turned to the desk near his bed to look at the time, only to see it had just past 1:00 AM, barely over an hour since he started to lay down. He just couldn't get his mind off of all this, his powers had developed after years of waiting for the day he would become a Hero just like his Father and Sister, saving lives, preventing disasters, and stopping Villains, all in the name of justice.
At that moment, he began to remember the day when his 10-year-old self was hanging out on the rooftop of his family home with his Dad, who decided to tell him about his origin. How he is a Viltrumite from a planet far away called Virtrum, full of other Viltrumites, capable of flying, speeding, and possessing God-like strength who, in adulthood, venture out to other galaxies, helping inhabitants that are less adapted than them with him volunteering to go to Earth to protect it.
However, his travel to the galaxy had been miscalculated, somehow finding himself in the galaxy of Thraxa, where he had met the inhabitants, the Thraxans, along with their Queen at the time Andressa.
While Mark's memory was almost vague, his Dad never told him how he and Andressa formed a relationship, though he always assumed it was a Yin-Yang kind of connection since his Father had super strength and Stepmother had high intelligence.
Sometime after they had Olivia, his Dad continued to Earth with Andressa and Olivia coming along, which is where they met his Mom with her and his Dad having him. It was then he was told he was half-Viltrumite and would develop his powers by the time he reached puberty.
The thought of it made Mark chuckle as he could hear his younger self's joyful question and Dad's response.
(I am going to be able to fly?)
(Yes, son. You're going to be able to fly.)
"I'm going to be able to fly." Mark looks over at his window.
Just as he sat up, he heard the sound of his door creaking open.
"Psst! Mark, you awake?"
Hearing the whispering Olivia, Mark looked when his eyes suddenly went wide in shock.
Olivia stepped into the room, not in her usual nightwear, but instead in a French Maid outfit with a smile. The outfit was made of silk and mostly black, having a short frilly skirt that stopped right at her thighs with a white lace trim along the hem, a low-cut bodice that suited her slim frame, and matching white thigh-high stockings. As for accessories, she had a small black choker around her neck, and a black mask over and around her eyes.
"Whoa-whoa-whoa!" Mark whispered before rubbing his eyes, his face slightly red. "What are you doing, Olivia?"
"What? I thought you liked this-"
"No, not that. I mean why...This now?"
"Oh." Olivia held her hands behind her back, her cheeks a much darker purple than the last time. "Well...I figured since your powers came in, we could have our...Moment, you know? Like we did on other certain occasions."
Mark smiled a little. "Okay, sure...But what about our parents? We're supposed to wake up early in the morning."
Oliva giggled quietly. "I wouldn't worry about that. They're ...Busy tonight...With each other. It'll be a while before Dad wakes up."
With a shrug, Mark walks over to Olivia. "Well in that case..."
Olivia was in Mark's arms in a flash, stunned as she found her arms around his neck and legs hooked over one arm, the other on her back.
"Since you've been the one to carry me numerous times, I think it's time for me to carry you." He floated slightly and raised a brow. "What do you say?"
She giggled. "I say...Let's fly!" Olivia kissed him before telling him. "Just don't drop me...Or crash...Or faint."
"Why?" Mark gave a cheery smirk. "Afraid to get dirty?"
"I'm serious, Mark." Olivia glared sternly. "If you stain or tear this outfit, you're paying for it."
"Okay sorry, I was only teasing." Mark opened his window and gradually flew out onto the roof as Olivia smiled a little.
"Work a little more on it."
Mark chuckled a little. "Believe me, I am."
Looking up into the sky, Mark took a deep breath, bending his knees slightly before pushing his feet down. As he anticipated, he launched into the air, keeping hold of Olivia and vice versa as they flew past some clouds. Upon take off, Mark had a bit of trouble with the altitude, finding it a little difficult the further he flew from the ground, finding himself swaying left and right until he managed to keep straight.
"H-Hey! I think I have the hang of it!" Mark grinned at Olivia.
"That's good and all Mark, but I think you should be watching out for that plane!"
"Plane? Wha-" He faces forward to see the plane and one of its engines coming straight toward them. "AHHHHHH!"
With a quick maneuver, Mark dove down below the engine by inches, unfortunately knocking off his balance as he and Olivia descended, closing in on the grassy ground below.
"I don't have the hang of it!"
Olivia held onto him tightly. "It's okay Mark, calm yourself! Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, and focus to slow down!"
"Close my eyes?!"
"It's what Dad taught me, just do it!"
Listening to her, he shut his eyes, hearing nothing but the wind blowing past his ears as he inhaled and exhaled. His breathing soon began to slow down in a matter of seconds as they were a mile from the trees around the area. With one last deep breath, Mark was completely calm, the speed of his fall slowing down before coming to a full stop mere inches above the treeline.
A sigh escaped Olivia's lips, her grip on Mark easing as he floated idly and carefully.
"That was close..." She looked around the grassy area before noticing a familiar formation of stone not so far from them. "And would you look at that, we're here!"
Mark opened his eyes and saw the formation. "Cool. I knew we were going in the right direction."
Without wasting time, Mark flew to the opening. It was like a secret slice of paradise in the middle of a large plateau, far from civilization. Stones decorated the outside perimeter, propped against trees or held up by mud and clay, some of these stones having been formed together into furniture, specifically the kind to sit or lay down on, likely made by Olivia. Near it a reservoir, molded from clay and filled with water, clear as the moonlight.
Setting Olivia down as he landed carefully, Mark set his feet onto the ground and breathed in the air. "Ahh...Great to be back again. And everything seems to be left the way we had it."
"Oooh Mark."
He turned to see Olivia lying down on one of the elevated rocks made into a bed, eying him amorously with her finger trailing across the hem of her skirt.
"Did you forget why we came here?" She lifted her skirt with one finger, showing her purple pussy to him, having worn nothing underneath. "Or are you stalling? You know how I get when you stall."
Rubbing the back of his neck with a smile, Mark went over and got onto the rock bed, above Olivia. "I know..."
The two then kissed, Olivia's hand cupped Mark's face as they soon pulled away, looking each other lovingly in the eyes.
"Annnd I kinda like it."
Olivia simply giggled before the two kissed once more, their hands clasping together as they shared the night with forbidden passion.
