"T-Thanks..." The young woman has to cling to Azura for a short while, sense of balance shaken by the monster's attack, before letting go after regaining her equilibrium. "Got it. Good luck!" Fist says with a nod, before flying into the air, avoiding the outstretched grip of the monster's massive hands, and landing on the other side of the beast.
The beast roars in rage as the two women move in for their assault. Its limited intelligence makes it incapable of timing and responding to the heroines, as they both dart in to make their attacks. Azura hears the sound of bones shattering on the other end of the monster, darting in with her sword as Fist dodges out of the way of the return strike, slashing with her magical blade as the monster has its back turned on her. The sword slashes through toughened hide and strengthened bone as Azura carves a path down its back. It howls once more, turning to face Azura, snorting with primal anger, but before it can deliver a punch powerful enough to send the magical girl flying, Azura sees her newfound partner leap into the air behind the monster. It turns, too late, and one of the woman's long, toned legs smashes into its jaw, sending the monster sprawling with a loud crack.
“We should try to take him out before he can recover. Wait for my attack and then charge in.” Once more Azura focused her power and her sword started glowing with purple light. Taking aim the magical girl slashed with her weapon, sending forth a crescent blade of arcane energy at the downed monster. She then waited and watched, ready to dodge an on-coming attack or rush in and help if necessary.
The uber comes quickly, the male driver's eyes widening as he sees the two beauties. "Weird, I didn't know those pics had been released yet. Must've been a leak." Belle sighs in irritation.
Jenny didn't quite smile at the driver, but she also didn't give him a 'bitchface' glare either letting him know she didn't mind him looking. As the pair got into the car she didn't respond to Belle's remark and instead let the redhead direct the driver on where to go.
After a moment Jenny asked another, more pertinent, question. "So, hypothetically, if you could just tell her what to do to become the huge success your boss wants her to be and have her do it, no questions asked, what what would you say?"
Jenny was genuinely curious what Belle thought and was grateful for the opportunity to get the woman's honest opinion.
Erik varies the rhythm of his strokes, as his rock hard manhood slams inside the alien in front of their audience. The old man might not have any special powers, but he knows every inch of her body, knows how to touch her to make her cry out in pure pleasure, his hands moving from her breasts to her ass to around her throat, never giving her time to adjust and get used to how he's fucking her, his thrusts changing in speed and intensity so that her concentration is consistently broken by the ever present pleasure.
T'yala kept moaning, groaning, coiling under Erik's touch - it was surprising how well he knew her body, how well he played with her. It did not take her long to arch with a loud groan, as her body shivered and orgasm rocked her body. But even as she was climaxing, Erik did not give her a moment of rest, continuing fucking her, quickly bringing the blond to another climax.
After half an hour of stimulation, and half a dozen of climaxes, T'yala felt hot seme filling her - she exclaimed orgasmically and collapsed on Erik's chest, breathing heavily.
He rolled her of him and got up.
"And that's how you do things~" He said as he fixed his clothes. "Well - looks like I got myself a sexy maid for a weekend~" He chuckled as he looked down at bound Amethyst Heart - woman was breathing heavily spent by short but intense session.
Tatiana lets out a sweet moan, a shiver travelling up her spine as Sonata touches her, his fingers exploring the wetness between her legs and the soft mass of her large breasts, their voluptuousness clearly a natural phenomenon. Her hand begins to speed up, sliding the sensitive flesh of his foreskin up and down his cock. "Let's wait until I get you home for that, my sweet..." She coos, sensuous voice promising indescribable pleasures to come.
Sonata's digits rhythmically glide in and out of Tatiana's leaking pussy at a slow, steady tempo. "Sure, Tati. I can be patient." His other hand ceases playing with her chest and wraps around her side, pulling the pale woman against him. "Mmm..." He relaxes into the pleasant sensations as his head reaches forward to meet Tatiana's lips for a less aggressive kiss.
"Khh. Bastard." Vanessa glares at him, "Fine." She grumbed, heading back inside, but slamming the door on the pilot's face if he attempts to follow her. Damn it, this was a bad move. She thinks to herself, still sneaking around, she decides to look at some of Vince's cabinets, knowing he must have some female clothes around, specially if this penthouse was something he used to fuck other women.
"Call me if you want your clothes back." The pilot chuckles, not moving to pursue, but not pretending he's not ogling her, either.
D100: 77
Heading back into the penthouse, glad she made sure not to let it close and trap her on the roof, Vanessa has to sneak back to Vince's bedroom, moving into his wardrobe quietly, knowing that if she wakes him once more she'll probably end up in his bed again. She finds a dress that seems perfect - right color, right fabric, and snatches it up, but as she puts it on and examines herself in the mirror using the moonlight coming in from the windows, sees that it's not quite her regular outfit. The dress is almost exactly the same as her normal one, but has had some modifications.
With a flash of irritation and shame, she realises that this exact situation is something Vince has planned for before.
“We should try to take him out before he can recover. Wait for my attack and then charge in.” Once more Azura focused her power and her sword started glowing with purple light. Taking aim the magical girl slashed with her weapon, sending forth a crescent blade of arcane energy at the downed monster. She then waited and watched, ready to dodge an on-coming attack or rush in and help if necessary.
Tensing her muscles in preparation to dodge, Azura finds that the exercise is pointless, as was planning with Fist. The glowing, humming slash of magical energy soars through the air, carving through the massive creature. With a roar that turns into a breathless gasp, the beast falls apart into two pieces from the shoulder to the hip.
Jenny didn't quite smile at the driver, but she also didn't give him a 'bitchface' glare either letting him know she didn't mind him looking. As the pair got into the car she didn't respond to Belle's remark and instead let the redhead direct the driver on where to go.
After a moment Jenny asked another, more pertinent, question. "So, hypothetically, if you could just tell her what to do to become the huge success your boss wants her to be and have her do it, no questions asked, what what would you say?"
Jenny was genuinely curious what Belle thought and was grateful for the opportunity to get the woman's honest opinion.
As the car moves through the city, heading for an address the redhead gives, Belle contemplates the blonde's query. "If she did everything I told her? Well, that's a pretty long list. Everything matters, from costumes, poses, what you say to the public. But among the most important isn't to do with the public at all. I'd send her to make friends with the right people. In a city like this, where image is everything, people with power and influence can make the difference between obscurity and fame, adoration and infamy." She chuckles. "Sorry, you've got me talking like I'm making a pitch."
T'yala kept moaning, groaning, coiling under Erik's touch - it was surprising how well he knew her body, how well he played with her. It did not take her long to arch with a loud groan, as her body shivered and orgasm rocked her body. But even as she was climaxing, Erik did not give her a moment of rest, continuing fucking her, quickly bringing the blond to another climax.
After half an hour of stimulation, and half a dozen of climaxes, T'yala felt hot seme filling her - she exclaimed orgasmically and collapsed on Erik's chest, breathing heavily.
He rolled her of him and got up.
"And that's how you do things~" He said as he fixed his clothes. "Well - looks like I got myself a sexy maid for a weekend~" He chuckled as he looked down at bound Amethyst Heart - woman was breathing heavily spent by short but intense session.
"Alright - boys, you two are fresh with energy, so go on patrol. Stick with small crimes, call for backup if you encounter anything bigger." Erik orders, reaching down to pull Amethyst up by the ropes binding her, giving orders to superheroes like it comes naturally, despite having no powers himself. "Mantis - You monitor the emergency rescue band for people who need help. People have already seen you fight. Now they need to see you save lives directly. Burning buildings, car wrecks, that kind of thing." The troops filter out, leaving Erik and the blond alone.
Sonata's digits rhythmically glide in and out of Tatiana's leaking pussy at a slow, steady tempo. "Sure, Tati. I can be patient." His other hand ceases playing with her chest and wraps around her side, pulling the pale woman against him. "Mmm..." He relaxes into the pleasant sensations as his head reaches forward to meet Tatiana's lips for a less aggressive kiss.
"Tati...ooh..." She exhales softly, enjoying his touch. "I like that..." Her lips meet his once more, savoring the feeling of their contact, as her tongue slowly lashes against his own. "There's something I can do for you that doesn't require me to take the dress off, though..." She grins at him as they break apart, her tongue moistening her lips.
"Call me if you want your clothes back." The pilot chuckles, not moving to pursue, but not pretending he's not ogling her, either.
D100: 77
Heading back into the penthouse, glad she made sure not to let it close and trap her on the roof, Vanessa has to sneak back to Vince's bedroom, moving into his wardrobe quietly, knowing that if she wakes him once more she'll probably end up in his bed again. She finds a dress that seems perfect - right color, right fabric, and snatches it up, but as she puts it on and examines herself in the mirror using the moonlight coming in from the windows, sees that it's not quite her regular outfit. The dress is almost exactly the same as her normal one, but has had some modifications. View attachment 5683
With a flash of irritation and shame, she realises that this exact situation is something Vince has planned for before.
"Khh." Growling as she saw her reflection, unable to believe that it was a coincidence how she managed to find a perverted recreation of her usual dress. Vanessa grits her teeth, Khh, I'm playing right into his hand. But damn it, I need to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid while we're dealing with Octavius. She thinks to herself, realizing how she still needed her iconic fur coat. Might as well just knock him out. I'm sure it'll be believable if I say I just managed to sneak up on him... She thinks to herself, but then, No, showing Vince that I'm just a helpless woman might prove... beneficial in the long run. So if he does do something stupid, he'll never even think that I can fight back. The heiress decides to play the long game, shaking her head, and clenching her fist as she goes to wake Vince up, saying how she needed her fur coat. And showing him that she's already wearing an outfit from his wardrobe.
"Alright - boys, you two are fresh with energy, so go on patrol. Stick with small crimes, call for backup if you encounter anything bigger." Erik orders, reaching down to pull Amethyst up by the ropes binding her, giving orders to superheroes like it comes naturally, despite having no powers himself. "Mantis - You monitor the emergency rescue band for people who need help. People have already seen you fight. Now they need to see you save lives directly. Burning buildings, car wrecks, that kind of thing." The troops filter out, leaving Erik and the blond alone.
As the car moves through the city, heading for an address the redhead gives, Belle contemplates the blonde's query. "If she did everything I told her? Well, that's a pretty long list. Everything matters, from costumes, poses, what you say to the public. But among the most important isn't to do with the public at all. I'd send her to make friends with the right people. In a city like this, where image is everything, people with power and influence can make the difference between obscurity and fame, adoration and infamy." She chuckles. "Sorry, you've got me talking like I'm making a pitch."
"That's alright," Jenny replied with a light laugh. "You've got ideas and I'm happy to hear them; even if I'm just a sounding board. Plus it's not a bad pitch."
The last part was especially truthful. Jenny and her team had been working tirelessly to make themselves well-known and gain the people's trust. While she liked to think they'd done a good job she couldn't help but feel like they should be further along than what they were. It was true that Harold's injury had set them back but she'd figured that had been only slight and she was willing to listen to any professional advice on how to advance further. And none of what Belle had said seemed egregious or a non-starter to her. As she sat in the car she found herself looking forward to meeting the redhead as Psychana tomorrow.
"It does beg the question though: Who do you think are the right people?" Jenny asked.
"Tati...ooh..." She exhales softly, enjoying his touch. "I like that..." Her lips meet his once more, savoring the feeling of their contact, as her tongue slowly lashes against his own. "There's something I can do for you that doesn't require me to take the dress off, though..." She grins at him as they break apart, her tongue moistening her lips.
"Go ahead." Sonata smiles sweetly. "But I'll miss having you this close." He withdraws his arms to his sides, freeing Tatiana to position herself however she likes. He raises the gloved fingers slick with her juices to his lips, tasting the fruit of his efforts while she moves.
Tensing her muscles in preparation to dodge, Azura finds that the exercise is pointless, as was planning with Fist. The glowing, humming slash of magical energy soars through the air, carving through the massive creature. With a roar that turns into a breathless gasp, the beast falls apart into two pieces from the shoulder to the hip.
“That worked better than I expected...” Azura admitted as she examined thew results of her attack. “Are you alright?” She asked as she turned to look at her companion. “We need to go after Chen before he can get away. I saw him go that way.” She pointed to the alley where the gangster had fled.
"Khh." Growling as she saw her reflection, unable to believe that it was a coincidence how she managed to find a perverted recreation of her usual dress. Vanessa grits her teeth, Khh, I'm playing right into his hand. But damn it, I need to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid while we're dealing with Octavius. She thinks to herself, realizing how she still needed her iconic fur coat. Might as well just knock him out. I'm sure it'll be believable if I say I just managed to sneak up on him... She thinks to herself, but then, No, showing Vince that I'm just a helpless woman might prove... beneficial in the long run. So if he does do something stupid, he'll never even think that I can fight back. The heiress decides to play the long game, shaking her head, and clenching her fist as she goes to wake Vince up, saying how she needed her fur coat. And showing him that she's already wearing an outfit from his wardrobe.
"Hmm?" Vince stirs, and then wakes, a grin forming on his face as his eyes adjust to the darkness. Flicking on the lamp next to his bed, he looks at Vanessa. "Haven't had enough yet, huh?" Ignoring her words, he grips her wrist and pulls her to him.
"Why, thank you." Erik smirks. "I don't know where I could possibly have developed a knack for telling supers what to do." He reaches down, hand tracing along the material of her binds. "Why should I?"
"That's alright," Jenny replied with a light laugh. "You've got ideas and I'm happy to hear them; even if I'm just a sounding board. Plus it's not a bad pitch."
The last part was especially truthful. Jenny and her team had been working tirelessly to make themselves well-known and gain the people's trust. While she liked to think they'd done a good job she couldn't help but feel like they should be further along than what they were. It was true that Harold's injury had set them back but she'd figured that had been only slight and she was willing to listen to any professional advice on how to advance further. And none of what Belle had said seemed egregious or a non-starter to her. As she sat in the car she found herself looking forward to meeting the redhead as Psychana tomorrow.
"It does beg the question though: Who do you think are the right people?" Jenny asked.
The uber stops in front of a glass and concrete spire - evidently Belle's home. Though Jenny can feel the driver's porn-inspired hopes that maybe the beauties don't have money to pay for their ride, his hopes are quashed when Belle hands the man a wad of cash. As they head to an elevator and then up towards Belle's apartment, the redhead chuckles. "Thanks. It's good to have a sounding board, then. I spend so much time at work that I rarely get a chance to talk to anyone about this kind of stuff with someone I don't think will stab me in the back." She suddenly gets a little cagey, however, as Jenny presses for more information. "Oh, you know, various powerful people around the city." She seems reluctant to give specifics.
"Go ahead." Sonata smiles sweetly. "But I'll miss having you this close." He withdraws his arms to his sides, freeing Tatiana to position herself however she likes. He raises the gloved fingers slick with her juices to his lips, tasting the fruit of his efforts while she moves.
Licking up her juices, Sonata's assaulted by an exceedingly pleasant, sweet taste, as his newly met lover sinks from the seat down into the footwell, hands gripping his thighs, as her head hovers between them. "I assure you, we'll be close again." She smirks, before her tongue lashes out teasingly, dancing in circles around the head of his manhood.
“That worked better than I expected...” Azura admitted as she examined thew results of her attack. “Are you alright?” She asked as she turned to look at her companion. “We need to go after Chen before he can get away. I saw him go that way.” She pointed to the alley where the gangster had fled.
Fist brushes some dust off of her outfit, before nodding in agreement. "You go low, I'll go high." With time limited, she kneels down, before propelling herself into the air, and flying in the direction Chen ran off in. Following, Azura moves through the filthy alley and into another street, seeing nothing.
D100: 86
Homing in on the sound of tires screeching, Azura moves through a block of apartments, arriving at the street on the other side, where she sees an old looking car being driven at high speeds, catching sight of the familiar triad lieutenant behind the wheel. Chen guns the engine, driving without concern for pedestrians or other cars nearby.
"Hmm?" Vince stirs, and then wakes, a grin forming on his face as his eyes adjust to the darkness. Flicking on the lamp next to his bed, he looks at Vanessa. "Haven't had enough yet, huh?" Ignoring her words, he grips her wrist and pulls her to him.
As he pulls her this time Vanessa places her hands on his shoulders, "No you idiot! I need my clothes, and your stupid pilot won't open the chopper without your say so!" She protested, glaring at him again.
As he pulls her this time Vanessa places her hands on his shoulders, "No you idiot! I need my clothes, and your stupid pilot won't open the chopper without your say so!" She protested, glaring at him again.
He doesn't try to pull her in again, though she feels his manhood, hard and pressing against her thigh. "You are the gift that keeps on giving, aren't you?" He chuckles. "You keep acting haughty, meaning I get the pleasure of breaking you over and over again." Raising an eyebrow, he sighs. "Alright, let's make a deal. I tell my pilot to bring your coat - in exchange, for your next public appearance, you wear the dress you have on now."
He doesn't try to pull her in again, though she feels his manhood, hard and pressing against her thigh. "You are the gift that keeps on giving, aren't you?" He chuckles. "You keep acting haughty, meaning I get the pleasure of breaking you over and over again." Raising an eyebrow, he sighs. "Alright, let's make a deal. I tell my pilot to bring your coat - in exchange, for your next public appearance, you wear the dress you have on now."
Hearing his reply, Vanessa's cheeks go red, both at his comment, and from the feeling of his erection pressing against her thigh. "Bastard." She hissed under her breath, just as Vince gave his offer. The heiress' eyes go wide, Khh, the cleavage might require some explanation... but the wide open... lower area... I'll have to ensure my coat covers it up. She thinks to herself, as she aimed to make Vince think she's just a helpless woman. "Fine. But no funny business." She said, looking away in defeat.
The uber stops in front of a glass and concrete spire - evidently Belle's home. Though Jenny can feel the driver's porn-inspired hopes that maybe the beauties don't have money to pay for their ride, his hopes are quashed when Belle hands the man a wad of cash. As they head to an elevator and then up towards Belle's apartment, the redhead chuckles. "Thanks. It's good to have a sounding board, then. I spend so much time at work that I rarely get a chance to talk to anyone about this kind of stuff with someone I don't think will stab me in the back." She suddenly gets a little cagey, however, as Jenny presses for more information. "Oh, you know, various powerful people around the city." She seems reluctant to give specifics.
Jenny simply nodded and let the issue slide. While she was curious, she didn't want to push Belle harder. It seemed sensitive to the redhead and Jenny figured she would eventually find out what the other woman thought; either through furthering her friendship or through their eventual interactions when Jenny was Psychana. As it was, Jenny was simply content to enjoy Belle's company as the pair rode to the elevator.
"So when we first met you said you were married." Jenny nodded towards Belle's ring finger and the diamond ring on it. "Tell me about him, what does he do? You indicated that my husband would eventually 'come around'; I take it that means yours knows about your... exploits?"
Licking up her juices, Sonata's assaulted by an exceedingly pleasant, sweet taste, as his newly met lover sinks from the seat down into the footwell, hands gripping his thighs, as her head hovers between them. "I assure you, we'll be close again." She smirks, before her tongue lashes out teasingly, dancing in circles around the head of his manhood.
Sonata spreads his legs as Tatiana moves to allow her easier access. That tastes really good! I'll need to have more later. His thoughts are interrupted by the entrancing woman on her knees. The young hero opens his mouth to respond, but the dexterous muscle circuiting his sensitive tip doesn't allow him to vocalize anything but a high, breathy moan. "Haaa~" A shiver runs through him as he watches Tatiana slowly lower her lips onto his length.
Hearing his reply, Vanessa's cheeks go red, both at his comment, and from the feeling of his erection pressing against her thigh. "Bastard." She hissed under her breath, just as Vince gave his offer. The heiress' eyes go wide, Khh, the cleavage might require some explanation... but the wide open... lower area... I'll have to ensure my coat covers it up. She thinks to herself, as she aimed to make Vince think she's just a helpless woman. "Fine. But no funny business." She said, looking away in defeat.
Vince grins, before calling his pilot to bring down her coat. As the man hands over the garment and leaves, Vince smirks. "I think I do a better job of warming you up, personally."
Vince grins, before calling his pilot to bring down her coat. As the man hands over the garment and leaves, Vince smirks. "I think I do a better job of warming you up, personally."
"Shut up." Vanessa growled, "Khh. hopefully there's still a cab running." She grumbled as she moves away from Vince, grabbing her coat and putting it on to hide her exposed ass. She hurriedly attempts to return to the office to get her car, and drive back home.
