“Please do.” Azura nodded. “Alright, so our next move should be to contact this Captain Bolt and see if we can persuade her to help us. Can you locate her? With the Blue Lotus' connections it should be easier and faster to do so than if we search for her on our own.” She asked Daiyu before taking another bite of the food.
That makes things easier. He continues listening for now, hoping to learn a name or location but not really expecting to be so lucky. I'm going to have to ask who she thinks is responsible, aren't I? He sighs.
"And you're loving it." He laughs as he fucks her, pressing her against the mahogany of the desk as his cock explores her deepest area. Finally, she feels the warmth of his seed inside her, as he cums.
"Oh, there's a way around that as well." Erik laughs, as she says there's no drugs in her system. He turns his head as she strikes him, her power all sapped by the gold in her nipples. "Assaulting an officer?" He reaches out and grabs her throat, squeezing tight. "Bad move, bitch."
"I'm not sure - costumes aren't our specialty. Still, I suppose I can put out word that-" She pauses, as Sapphira interrupts. "She's stopping a bank robbery down at 42nd Street." She looks up from her phone. "You can probably catch her if you hurry."
Sadly, Sonata's fears are confirmed, as the call ends just after. "Hello? Hello? Motherfucker..." The gang leader grunts, tossing her phone against the wall of the ruined bar in a fury.
“How fortunate. Alright, I'll try talking to her. Can you open a portal somewhere close to there, please?” Azura asked as she got up and dispelled her illusion, returning to her magical girl look, ready to go (and to help stop the robbery, if necessary).
Psychana felt the man's anger and part of her body agreed with him, she'd worked herself into a horny state and now wanted to fuck! But not at the expense of Psychana's reputation. With the shift in emotions from the men in the room her telepathy picked up on it and it started to clear her mind of the lust-fog that had begun to cloud her mind. In a moment of clarity, Jenny attributed it to the drug she'd taken before going on patrol as her latent telepathy was near non-existent! This drug was good. With the contract signed, bonus transferred, and an agreement for a further ad shoot later in place, Psychana pleasantly bid everyone goodbye and headed for home.
Damn it! Sonata takes a breath to collect himself. Probably best to do this from range. If I'm lucky, she'll think she's dealing with a psychic. He speaks quietly, using his power to try carrying his voice to the woman's ears so she doesn't know where he is. "Well, you're angry." He thinks about what to say next for a moment. "If you can tell me who the people who did this are, and where they are, I can start dealing with them for you. Perfectly deniably, too..."
Faye gasped as a hand squeezed her throat. Click. The blond froze as she heard the sound of a handgun being armed. She then felt the steel touching right above her knee, then slowly tracing along her tight, up. "Now... where do you keep the rest of your drugs?" Erik asked, his mouth right next to her ear. "In... in safe~" She said just as the barrel raised her dress and touched her labia. "Let's go then." The policeman said. Faye lead him to the basement, where she had a small cinema and recording studio. She opened one of the shelves... "Well well... what do we have here." He looked inside. "Soft drugs... glass pipe... cuffs... a golden dildo... and..." He raised a sex toy, clearly not knowing what it was. He looked around and noticed the controls. He took the remote control and smirked. "Why don't we make sure there are plenty of evidence~" He prompted Faye to take a dildo, a pipe and soft drugs, then threw her on the sofa. He then clicked on the remote and the TV screens turned on showing various images of Faye - the equipment was recording. "You are joking." She said as she looked at Erik.
"Aaahn, n-no, no-oooh, I'mmmmh, I'm noooot!" Vanessa moaned out, trying to deny his claims, as he pounds the deepest, most sacred part of her pussy. By the time Vince presses her against his luxurious desk, the heiress feels her legs give out from the immense pleasure that flooded her body. Vanessa lost track of time, but as he fills her up with his thick, warm seed. "Hiiiii!" The heiress squeals, experiencing a second orgasm that caused her mind to flash white. Her vision going blurry, as her entire body shuddered. "D-done... are you... done?" She asked weakly, panting heavily as she lie motionless on his desk.
Soon, Azura steps out into an alley next to the bank. The magical girl hears sirens, and then a high pitched yelp, as she catches the heroine mid costume change. "Who are you?" She moves into a fighting stance, looking ridiculous as she's in half office clothes, half superhero uniform.
On her trip home, the drug's effects die down, going from euphoric wave to a pleasant buzz. Arriving in the evening, she finds Chastity laid out on the couch, probably tired from their misadventure at the gym, with Harold having helpfully laid a blanket over her. Then, Jenny hears a woman's moan. Slowly, she moves towards Harold's office, sliding the door open a crack, eyes going wide as she sees what's within. Harold sits at his computer, pants off, small manhood in his hand as he stares at the computer screen. On the computer, Jenny sees a buxom blonde pornstar, so close to her in looks that the Jenny initially fears that this is her sex tape, moaning as her ass and pussy are fucked simultaneously, but what really catches her eye are her lovers - muscular black men. Instantly, Jenny's memories go back to her own experiences, as she catches her husband watching porn.
Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: The woman's eyes dart around the rooftops, not seeing the hero, as her hand goes to her holster to draw a gun that isn't there - probably confiscated by the police. "Oh God, not you again. And why should I trust you?" She grunts.
Vince pulls out, moving in front of her, grinning as he eyes up the ruin he made of the heiress. Idly, he strokes his bulky manhood, returning to full hardness, dripping with her juices. "Do you want me to be done?"
"Y-yes." Vanessa replied in an exhausted tone, sadly with the way she was laying on his desk. She couldn't see him stroke himself into another erection. "O-our deal was... for just once." She added, her hands weakly trying to push herself up. While her stocking-clad legs continued to quiver, as his cum, and her juices drip from her freshly fucked pussy.
"That was the deal, yeah, and you held up your end..." He chuckles, his hand sliding across her nubile body. "This, would be just for us..."
Jenny stood stunned and watched her husband watch porn. Memories of being fucked by Hammer, Duke's thugs, Holness, and the guys at the gym raced through her mind and began to work her up into a frenzy. Even though the drug's effect had diminished she still found herself growing wet at the sight; but she fought the urge to masturbate. She stood frozen for a full minute contemplating what to do. The images on the screen had worked Harold into a frenzy and she wondered how often her husband watched porn. "Does he only jerk off to interracial porn? Is this what he was hiding? Is he a porn addict? Is this something we need to talk about?" when she further inspected the woman on the screen and noticed the resemblance to herself another thought hit her "Does he fantasize about me getting fucked by black men?" The last thought made her grow weak in the knees and her pussy begged to be stimulated. After the minute was up she decided she needed to do something, either leave and change out of her new costume or confront her husband. She didn't want to start a fight, or embarrass him but she also didn't want him keeping secrets from her. With a quiet breath, Jenny lightly tapped on the office door. "Harry, honey are you in here?" she asked and open the door fully a moment later making sure to be able to catch what was playing on the screen before Harold would have a chance to turn it off.
"Hii!" With her two consecutive orgasms leaving her body extremely sensitive. Vanessa squeals from his touch, shuddering from another rush of pleasure. Her attempt to stand up failed, making it seem as if she was agreeing by staying put.
