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“Thank you, dahling,” she said softly, but at that point I was finally awake. I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
King of Cups - or as she’d called him last night, Warren - stood nearby, holding out a cup of tea on a little saucer. His face was placid; I was expecting a simmering anger. He’d changed out of his costume, wearing a simple house robe.
“I hope you don’t expect me to just ingest something you’ve brought me?” I repeated his line from last night, gently mocking his accent. He gave a snicker, smiling, taking a sip from the cup himself and moving to sit by his wife.
His lovely, mostly naked, wife, her stockings and garters the only thing she wore. He observed me drinking in her lovely pale curves.
“I figured you’d want to assert your dominance by fucking her again before you left, so I held off on starting breakfast,” he said, reaching out a hand to rub her shoulder.
She sipped her tea, giving me a side-eyed glance. She turned a bit in my direction, easing her left elbow to the mattress, giving me an unobstructed view of her perky tits. I reached out to fondle one, just to see their reaction. She tensed, understandably, but didn’t flinch away as I caressed her with my fingertips, then giving her a little squeeze. He calmly sipped his tea.
“We discussed you, when she got back. She showed me the pictures she sent you. We don’t keep secrets from one another,” he said, watching me fondle his wife. “We discussed what we might do against you. They had shared with her some details of your preferences. You more or less acted as I’d assumed.”
“Bully for you,” I teased. I finally elicited a reaction from Betsy when I flicked her nipple. Cheeks pink, she took another sip. “You could return the favor, Betsy.”
She let out a soft resigned sigh, setting her dish in her lap, reaching under the blanket to grab my cock. I kicked the blankets off of me, so he could watch his wife’s fingers deftly stroke me to rigidity.
“I understand the threat you pose. We both do. That we can’t stop you. Not even if we involved the rest of the Suits,” he said. His eyes, despite his best effort, did flick down to watch as she massaged my burgeoning erection. “But we also know that you want to do good, you don’t hurt when you don’t have to. Your efforts against the Nine, the Empire…”
“Assault seems unharmed,” she added, eyes drifting shut as I teased her nipple in the same rhythm as she pumped her fist up and down my shaft. “You fuck his wife and you let him live, because he’s stopped fighting you…” Her voice trembled. “... we won’t fight you, as long as you don’t hurt us.”
My Communication thrummed. I gave her nipple a light twist. Her hand squeezed me, then resumed stroking. “You’re not telling me the whole story. Out with it.”
She shook her head, a light whimper as I gave her a firmer twist.
“If you’re not going to elaborate, put your mouth to other uses. Sir KoC, you explain.”
She passed off her teacup to him, rising to all fours. With the slightest of hesitations, her lips wrapped around just my head. Her tongue tentatively began tracing around the crown. I groaned, petting her hair, then turned to face him.
He simply gestured to the bookshelf. I turned, glancing up. Their lights turned low, I hadn’t seen it last night. A gleaming circle of black.
A camera lens.
“If I die, the recording will be uploaded to the dark web. If I’m severely hurt and don’t put in the security code, it will be uploaded. If I think Betsy’s been compromised, it will be uploaded,” he said, his voice growing strained. Trying to contain his anger, trying to restrain his fear. “You’ve had your fun, and I accept that she offered herself to you to save our lives. But you’ve got plenty of birds back home to get you off. Leave us be, and we’ll leave you be. You want to be seen as a hero… even with all your power, you can’t make people unsee it.”
“Could I get a copy?” I asked casually. I squeezed her breast a little harder, making her groan around my dick, her tongue tracing along my veins.
His lips pursed tightly, but he nodded once. “Fine.”
Between Dragon’s standing orders to protect me, and Andrea after I informed her of this, I was pretty sure I could contain it. Or even track it down and delete it. As long as he didn’t release it immediately, I was fine. Everything was gonna be okay.
“On your back, love,” I commanded. She surprised me, then, slowly rolling over without removing my dick from her mouth. I rose to my knees. I moved my hand to cradle her neck as my right continued to toy with her breast. I rocked my hips, thrusting in and out of her lips. She made some incredible wet slurping noises, accompanied by the hot visual of her tongue sliding out along the top of my cock. Her tits jiggled with the motions of my thrusting. “Spread your legs…” I grunted.
She obliged, anticipating my next request and sliding her palms down her body, massaging her smooth inner thighs momentarily, then started stroking herself.
“Good girl,” I breathed, slowly easing myself deeper into her mouth. “What time is it anyway?”
“Our time or yours?” he asked.
“Mine, I guess.” I groaned, nudging my way into her throat. Her back arched off the bed, a soft gagging, her fingers clenching between her legs as she struggled to keep me inside her. I slowly withdrew, and she coughed around my dick, before resuming pleasuring herself and slurping me anew.
He checked his watch. “About 4 AM,” he confirmed.
I massaged her neck lightly, glancing over at him. “I figure I have time enough for one more nut. Where you want me to put it?” He scowled, but glanced down at her, seeming to consider it. “Actually, you can participate.” He looked back up at me, concerned. “Use your power, hold her down for me while I finish.”
“You are a cruel, demented boy,” he huffed, setting aside his cup. He placed his hand on the bed, though. A yellow glow cast over her soft skin as his phantom limbs extended from the blanket.
I pulled free of her mouth, moving to grab a condom. She panted for breath, quietly whimpering as the conjured hands gripped her wrists and ankles, though I did get inspired by the one hand he had stroking her cheek.
“A few more, Warren. Grab her tits. Play with her clit. Spread her pussy lips. Squeeze her ass. Put some fingers in her mouth,” I rambled a bit, kneeling between her legs on the bed. I rubbed the tip of my latex-covered dick along her lips.
Her whimpering became soft moans as he exerted his power. Her breasts squeezed within those glowing fingers. Her mouth opened, welcoming her husband’s proxy inside, her tongue wriggling within its fingers. Her stomach tensed, her hips twitching, as a hand spread open her pussy with its forefinger and ring finger, its middle finger stroking against her clit. Her feet were held in the air, her wrists pinned over her head.
I wondered if he had ever done this previously with her. If they would, after I left, want to do it again.
I reached around the phantom limbs so I could grab her waist, thrusting inside. She was quite wet, allowing me to slip rather easily within her tight sheathe. She groaned against the fingers in her mouth. I would occasionally lean my head to the side, nuzzling my cheek into the soles of her feet.
With his limbs assisting, I actually managed to fuck an orgasm out of her before I finished. I kept pounding away at her until I got close, then withdrew and shucked off the condom.
“Release a hand,” I groaned. “Finish me Betsy.”
He dismissed one of his limbs, and her delicate fingers gripped my cock. She jerked me off quickly, and soon I was firing sticky ropes across her body. A couple splattered upon her face, most of it landing on her tits, pooling in her cleavage, a decent spattering upon her stomach. I wiped off the final drippings off along her thigh.
“Scoop it into her mouth,” I ordered him, panting, making my way to the foot of the bed and sitting down. She groaned as his various limbs rubbed across her body, coating their glowing digits in my seed. Heavy breathing and her suckling noises were the only sound for several moments.
I smiled at her. She was quite pretty, especially all sweaty and flushed, my cum staining her skin. I caressed the cleaner parts of her face tenderly; it had been fun, I hope she’d enjoyed it some as well.
“I’ll text you a link to my secure server, to upload the video. Were you recording this as well?” She glanced up at her husband, and he nodded. “Alright.” I knelt up in the middle of the bed, turning my head to stare directly into the lens. “This is Melano Whitaker, aka Panda of the Brockton Bay Wards. This is Queen of Swords, giving my cock a kiss goodbye. Now that I’ve fucked her and she’s sucked me to my satisfaction, I consider our bargain fulfilled.”
I gazed back down at her, to enjoy the sight of her lips puckering up to meet the head of my cock one last time. Her eyes gazed up at me, and between her expression and my Broadcast power, I got a sense of gratitude and embarrassment.
I glanced over at him. “There you go. Undeniable that it’s me. You’re welcome,” I said, hopping off the bed and gathering my clothes, making sure her torn panties were in the pile. I didn’t bother getting dressed. “As you say, cheers!”
They muttered indeterminate… farewells? Curses? I couldn’t be sure.
I walked down the hallway and called for a Door home.
I stepped into the living room, the lights dimmed to like twenty percent or so. Slightly brighter nightlights lit the hallways, and one above the stairs. I split forms so I could silently run upstairs – my power would cancel out even the creakiest of floorboards – ducking into the master bathroom to drop my clothes into a hamper.
Hannah was smirking at me as I exited, Roxy still asleep, cuddling up against her.
“Mornin’, pumkin,” she cooed softly.
“Good morning, M&M,” I grinned.
She sat up, the blanket falling down her naked body. Her power flickered, turning into a remote that she used to turn the lights up to about fifty percent. I walked around to the side of the bed, peeling the blanket off of Roxy as well, admiring the toned, tan lines of her body. She was wearing a pale yellow nightie, which was so see-through as to essentially be naked as well.
My eyes never leaving Hannah’s for more than a moment to peek and aim, my fingers slid down to the soft cleft of Roxy’s thighs. I stroked her sex, and she hummed, grinning in her sleep. Her hips rocked back against my touch, even as she leaned her head forward to snuggle against Hannah.
“So have you all decided, stay girlfriends or pursue wifeydom?” She raised an eyebrow, biting her tongue at me. “Wifeydom as in wifey kingdom, not as in… well, also that, I guess…”
Roxy shivered and let out a breathy moan through her nose as I slipped a finger inside her, teasing her slick inner walls. She squirmed a little more, but I kept it slow and soft, trying to not fully wake her.
“We are mostly content to be girlfriends… sometimes I’ll tease her, and she seems to enjoy it, when I call her my wife,” Hannah smiled. “Almost as much as when you indulge Public Jennifer with your boyfriend / girlfriend talk. She likes to lord that over me,” she chuckled softly, seemingly not bothered that I’d never engaged in that play with her. Not explicitly, anyway. “It went without saying,” she reassured me, getting the trickle of thought through our Master/Pet connection.
“And if I did say it?”
“Don’t tease me,” she whispered.
Roxy whimpered, squirming and forcing her soft pussy lips all the way down to my knuckle. She panted softly against Hannah’s thigh, writhing against my hand.
“I’m not teasing… but there’s more I want to do,” I said, gazing down at her girlfriend. “Let’s escalate a bit. I want to see how far along she is. I don’t want to upset her or drive her away, before I’m ready to declare a new relationship… her as your wife, officially… me as your husband, unofficially.” Hannah inhaled a sharp breath, sitting up straighter, eyes widening, lips parting, fingers clenching. “Legalities and all that,” I grinned, withdrawing my finger from Roxy’s sex, licking it.
I was hard, throbbing.
“I want to fuck your woman, Hannah,” I groaned.
“Our woman,” she murmured, sliding the blanket off the both of them. She wriggled down the bed, starting to kiss at Roxy’s body through her flimsy nightie. I moved closer to the headboard, my cock swollen and solid. Hannah coaxed Roxy into rolling over, breathing and kissing at her left thigh.
She moved, mewling in frustration, squirming first onto her back, then onto her left side, trying to get Hannah’s mouth on her pussy.
When I pressed the head of my cock to her lips, Roxy opened her mouth, a soft inhale, almost a yawn, and I eased myself inside. She startled, flinching at the heat and hardness, eyes snapping open. On cue, Hannah slipped her tongue inside her. Roxy groaned around my dick, then, realizing it was the pair of us, sighed and sucked me gently. She licked me all over, rolling her eyes.
“A coating of pussy, makes the erection go down…” I sang softly; even having worn a condom, Queen of Sword's musk still lingered on my groin. “Merry cock-ins,” I teased, stroking my fingers through her hair, getting a very light grip on her head, easing more of my dick in her mouth.
“Who is this? It’s not Hannah,” she groaned, before I stuff my manhood back into her mouth. I deigned not to answer her, even though Hannah gave me a curious look as well. “Later,” I promised, pumping in and out of her girlfriend’s mouth. Roxy was not enthusiastic, but she was reasonably practiced at this point; she knew some of my more favorable spots, and she knew not to provoke the Amy Spot too early. Me cumming meant Hannah considered our playtime over, and she would drag out sucking my cock because it would keep her girlfriend’s mouth plastered to her cunt.
“A mouthful of pussy makes the wifey, so happy,” Hannah sang playfully, dragging her tongue up and down her wet slit, before sucking her clit. As my hand started caressing its way down Roxy’s face, throat, and collarbone, making its way to her tits, Hannah started caressing her way up her girlfriend’s smooth tummy to her breasts as well.
She mirrored me as much as possible, always reinforcing to Roxy that we were a throuple; there was no Hannah, without Melano. No girlfriend, without her boyfriend. No pussy, without my cock.
Roxy shivered and moaned as we teased her pussy, mouth, hair, thighs, and both breasts and nipples. One hand twisted up in Hannah’s hair, urging her to dive deeper into her wet depths, one hand massaging my thigh, sometimes pressing her palm to signal me to stop thrusting so deep into her mouth. Her tongue was not energetic, but it was diligent, tracing along my pulsing veins and stiff, throbbing flesh. It wriggled playfully around my swollen head, even tracing along my own slit, small though it be.
“Trade me,” I panted. Roxy opened her eyes. “Not you… Hannah…” She gazed up, still lapping at Roxy’s honeyed gate. “I want her pussy today,” I groaned.
Roxy tensed, gazing up at me, almost imploringly, even as Hannah straddled her, grinding her own hot, wet pussy against her skin, leaving a slick line as she humped her way up to Roxy’s mouth.
She didn’t shake her head, she didn’t so much as whisper no, and she kept her hands to herself. She wouldn’t do anything that might cause Hannah to stop, even as her eyes pleaded with me to change my mind.
Hannah’s body blocked the sight of her would-be wife’s reluctance as I knelt between her toned athletic thighs, dragging my spongy tip along her engorged lips. I left a streak of precum along her mound, before my shaft smeared her own wetness along her skin. Hannah had gotten her quite worked up, this shouldn’t hurt her a bit.
Hannah stroked Roxy's face, encouraging her to play along for me. “Honey… I think you should ask Him… so there’s no doubt…”
“Hanners,” she whined weakly, a slight break in her voice as she forced the syllables from her throat. Hannah leaned down, kissing her open-mouthed, her tongue lustfully thrusting into her mouth. Roxy groaned, matching her girlfriend’s passion, their hands grasping at the other, pressing against each other as if to fuse their lips and never part again.
I just left my erection throbbing in the cleft of her sex, pulsing against her clit, a passive member of this intimate three-way moment. My fingers faintly stroked at her thighs, but I tried to not distract her.
“Ask Him,” she groaned huskily. Both pleading, and a promise of pleasures to come, if she only obeyed. “Ask Him dirty… for me…”
This must’ve been something she’d talked about, probably as a naughty fantasy, judging by the way Roxy’s cheeks warmed to a bright red. Her fingers trailed down her body, sinking into the soft flesh of her outer lips, spreading herself open for me.
“Melano… fuck this mature pussy with that big fat teen cock…” she moaned. It was almost porny, in its insincerity, but there was no denying its effect. I throbbed and twitched, my cock straining into the air, as if it could get any harder.
I gripped the base of my member, tilting it down to her glistening hole, and popped just the head inside her. She groaned, and I enjoyed the sight of her embarrassed features twisting up. There was an initial disgust, but she’d had my dick in her mouth enough times, it didn’t last long. As my girth stretched her folds, she began panting softly, biting her lip as my veiny texture rubbed against her taut walls. She was very wet – Hannah knew all her buttons almost as well as she knew mine, and she’d spared no effort in preparing her girlfriend for me.
Roxy’s eyes were clenched shut, panting open-mouthed as I invaded deeper inside her.
“Hah… hah… ahnnnn…. Mmmmmm…. Hah hah hah…” she was practically gasping for air as I slowly filled her womanhood, a shudder and groan released as I gently prodded at her core.
“That’s a good girl,” Hannah cooed, stroking her face.
“That’s our good girl,” I added, pressing more firmly against her cervix before slowly withdrawing. I gave Hannah a wink and a nod.
She slipped her leg back over her lover’s face, and Roxy’s moans were soon muffled by her muff. There were wet noises as Roxy tried to distract herself with eating out her woman, and I gave her a few moments of that delusion, fucking her so slowly she was able to temporarily block out even my massive member. I reached up to grope her tits, her nipples like bullets jutting up, fulling invested in pleasuring her girlfriend… until I started to thrust faster. Hump harder.
She grunted and moan, and Hannah writhed atop her skilled mouth, grabbing her own tits, throwing her hair back, giving me a little show as I slowly ramped up my pounding of her girlfriend’s pussy.
Roxy’s little gasps and whimpers joined her moans, her thighs clenching around mine, perhaps trying to slow me down? Or it was actually starting to feel good for her? She groaned as I applied pressure to her mound with my palm, only massaging her breasts with one hand. I would stroke her clit, massage around it, then rub along her pleasure points… inner thighs… lower belly… then back up to her breasts.
I wasn’t as well versed in her hotspots as Hannah, but I’d watched them fuck enough times to fumble myself to a well-earned moan of my own.
“Can I cum inside her?” I asked Hannah.
“Please,” she moaned. She glanced over her shoulder at me, and gave me a small nod. Roxy was also on the birth control regimen as my girls.
“Wait,” Roxy pleaded breathlessly.
“Give her a big sloppy creampie, pumkin.”
“HAHN!” Roxy scream-moaned as I rammed fully inside her in surprise.
“Sloppy… creampie…” Hannah moaned in echo, writhing atop her girlfriend’s face, muzzling her protests.
The wet noises of pleasure were accompanied by the percussion of my balls slapping against her ass, her pussy starting to quiver and clench around me. My thumb teased her clit and nipple even faster, and finally I threw my head back, grunting, as I spurted my hot release inside her.
“Ah fffffuck!” Hannah cried out, and judging by the noises Roxy was making, leaving her face a creamy mess.
A little bit of back and forth, we were all licked or sucked clean, then piled into the shower for a quick wash up. We were all pretty satisfied, so it was actually pretty in and out and done.
I just put on a pair of grey boxers with blue stripes. “Not saying anything, I just don’t feel like actually getting dressed,” I shrugged. Hannah slipped into her signature green tank top and panties. Roxy put on a fresh white nightie.
Jennifer and Andrea were already cooking when we came downstairs. Some spiced potatoes, sausage, peppers, and onions in the skillet, while Andrea shredded cheese and diced up some avocado.
I helped set the table as my girls cooked. Paige and Ashley came out first, getting good morning kisses and fondles. They went over to give their greetings to Jennifer and Andrea, as Jennifer cracked some eggs into the mix.
When Mom and Cindy came down the hall, holding hands, I smiled. They looked so comfortable together, especially when Mom leaned over to kiss her cheek. Who said Dad had to be replaced by a man?
Mom and Cindy sat down next to each other, and the image flitted through my mind of them at the altar, me as Mom’s best man, and Cindy’s daughters as her bridesmaids.
“If Chelle and Cindy got married, that would make Ashley and Penelope your sisters,” Hannah teased, lightly scratching my scalp. Ashley gave me a smirk, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at me.
“Why are you looking at me like that, step-bro?” she moaned, cupping her breasts through her thin spaghetti strap nightgown. Paige hooked her thumbs into Ashley’s straps, pulling them down her arms until just before her breasts popped free.
“Ashley, if you keep teasing your brother, you’re grounded from clothes for a week,” Cindy giggled.
“Melano, if you’re not nice to your sister, you’re going to have to share your dick with her for breakfast,” Mom added, resting her head on Cindy’s shoulder and laughing.
“Now you two kiss and make up or we’re turning this car around,” Andrea continued, snickering halfway through.
“We’re not even driving,” I laughed, shaking my head. “You all are ridiculous.”
“Does that mean no kiss, big brother?” Ashley pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. Paige gave one last tug, and her tits spilled free. Ashley crossed her arms beneath her bare breasts, stepping closer to me.
“We’re the same age,” I said, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her softly anyway.
“Your birthday is before hers, pumkin,” Mom stated. “Thank you, dear.” She took her cup of coffee from Jennifer.
“Mommy Michelle, am I only allowed big brother’s dick if it’s a punishment?” she cooed against my lips, flicking her tongue along my cheek, arching her back and pressing her tits to my chest.
“Of course not, sweetie,” Mom replied.
“It’ll be a few minutes until everything’s ready anyway,” Hannah said, giving me a wink.
“Fine,” I sighed, pretending to be put upon. “If you really really want it,” I playfully grumbled, flopping my half-erect member free of my boxers.
“You’re the bestest big bro ever!” she squeaked, bouncing up and down against me, before sinking to her knees and sucking me off.
“Aren’t our kids the best, Chelle?” Cindy sighed, kissing her. First a tender smooching, then hotter tongue touching, then full on, open mouthed face sucking, arms wrapping around each other, hands groping. At first, it felt like they were putting on a show to get me turned on for their daughter… for Cindy’s daughter… then the energy subtly shifted. I was forgotten.
They really adored one another, their friendship blossoming into something deeper, fuller. They weren’t technically my Pets, so I assumed this affection had been somewhere beneath the surface all along.
I looked back at Ashley, bobbing her head on my cock, leisurely rolling her head left and right, her tongue swirling about. Slowly easing me inch by inch further down her throat as the blowjob continued. My girls kept glancing over, as if to make sure she was pleasing me correctly. I grinned, stroking her hair.
“That’s a good step-sis… mmhmm… that’s my good girl,” I murmured. She hummed in appreciation, smiling up at me, eyes fluttering softly as she took me wholly in her mouth. Soft glug klug glurk as she held me in place, swallowing, her tight throat undulating around me, until finally she withdrew. Keeping my tip pressed to her lips, she softly jerked off my spit-soaked shaft until I erupted into her mouth.
She licked the tip clean, then rose to her feet. She gave me a quick hug, then sat down next to her mom. Other than lots of kissing between various couples around the table, and several pairs of breasts being left bare, we had a pretty normal breakfast.
Mom offered to drive me to school, letting me sit in the back and make out with Jennifer. Light petting turned into a quick blowjob, with Mom doing laps a couple blocks from school so I could finish. Jennifer was kind enough to not swallow the whole load, kissing her so they could share.
Mom passed me some baby wipes from the glove box so I could clean up. I kissed her cheek goodbye, reminded them I was on duty tonight, and headed off down the hill to Arcadia.
I hopped into the back of the PRT van, Chris and Carlos sitting in the middle. I spread out after putting on my seatbelt, resting my head on the back of the seat.
“Heya, Melano,” Carlos started nervously.
“Hmm?” I didn’t look up. It had been sort of a rough day in classes.
“So, we were talking, and... like, we figured the Protectorate were off limits... but, uh, the Empire? The ones who didn’t join the Nine?”
“I don’t have any recordings of them.” I assumed that’s what they were after anyway.
“Could Galatea send a drone out to them? Make some? Or maybe, you know, if we run into them on patrol...”
“Instead of ‘he wouldn’t like it if you hurt us,’ we could say like ‘he wants you to...’,” Chris started, then gave a nervous laugh. “Like flash us, jerk us off, or something?”
“Or like, just let us watch while they make out with like Protectorate girls, if we’re out on patrol with them,” Carlos added. “Y’know, we appreciate you sharing and all, don’t wanna be too entitled.”
I sat up, and they both kinda startled. I waved a hand. “Not mad, just thinking. I haven’t actually fucked them yet. Not as myself anyway.” I stroked my chin. “We have a sort of agreement going, where they don’t cause too much trouble, so can’t let you capture them. And if you’re running into them on patrol, they’re likely causing trouble. If you’re with one of the Protectorate women and the opportunity arises, sure, you can tell them to flash you. Um, I’ll try to remember to record it, when I get around to fucking them. After that, we’ll see how things work out.”
Although, I could just arrange for the Empire capes to be at, like a safehouse or something, and the Wards patrol by that location and do whatever.
After I’ve had my turn, anyway.
“I’ll reach out to them, see if they mind maybe doing some solo videos or something,” I offered.
“Hiding a camera in a closet, like a peeping Tom, while they get changed, or shower, or like the whole sequence?” Dennis suggested. I laughed, and he grinned nervously.
“Sure, I’ll see if they’re down for some creepshots.” That was actually a pretty hot idea; I guess the drone shots were sort of like looking through binoculars into a neighbors window. Similar ballpark on the kink scale. “Same rules, though. You can never share these anywhere.”
“Course not, bro,” Carlos assured me, bumping a fist to his chest twice. “Brockton Bay Wards only.”
“An even sacreder brotherhood than ever before,” Dennis chuckled.
When we stepped out of the elevator, Deputy Director Renick was waiting. We exchanged casual greetings, then he shooed Carlos and Dennis along.
“A moment, Melano,” he said. I sighed softly, pausing. He actually chuckled. “No, nothing like that. Director Piggot wanted me to let you know that Menja and Fenja would unfortunately be escaping their confines around 10 PM tonight. In case you wanted to be there?”
“Oh... uh. Thanks... but that’s okay. Unless you want me there to be sure they behave?”
“Miss Militia and Galatea will be in the escort, and the PRT Officers have already been briefed that they’re only to make a token attempt to stop them. That it’s part of a larger operation.” I nodded. “Good, good. I’ll let them know you’ve declined.” I nodded again. “Also, we have you on patrol duty tonight, instead of Console. It’s been awhile since you’ve been out on the community outreach beat, figured you could use a little exposure...” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “That being said, Emily has scheduled you to go out with Miss Militia. We just ask, if you end up taking an extended lunch break...”
He gave me a very suggestive look, and I actually felt myself blushing a little bit.
“... just don’t get caught, okay?”
“I’ll behave.”
He gave a wry grin. “We would prefer that, but, should the opportunity or mood arise...”
“Exert the fullest of discretions, I understand.” It almost took the fun out of the idea of fucking Hannah on the clock, if he was doing everything short of handing me condoms and clapping me on the back with a ‘go get her, tiger.’
He nodded, and walked away with a gait so casual, I almost suspected that was his plan all along.
I headed to the Wards HQ, letting the guys know I’d be on patrol tonight. I dropped off all my things, getting suited up, and heading down to the garage to meet up with Hannah.
“Heya, pumkin,” Miss Militia purred, joining me in the elevator. As soon as the doors snapped shut, she pulled down her bandanna, leaning over to give me a quick, deep kiss. “So why’d you shuffle the schedules? Jamie was supposed to be on patrol tonight.”
“This wasn’t my idea,” I said. “Not that I’m not happy about it, for sure, but... yeah.” I shrugged.
“Think they’re trying to bait you? That you won’t be able to keep your hands off me? Get some bad press for us?”
I shook my head. “Nothing that nefarious. It’d reflect too bad on the organization as a whole.” I shrugged. “Maybe they just wanna confirm I can toe the line? Renick actually suggested we take ‘an extended lunch break’,” I did air quotes with my fingers, “but to just be discreet about it.”
“There is a decent motel near the highway offramp Downtown, it’s just a couple blocks out of the way of the main patrol route,” she said. “I could pack some protein bars and bottled waters in my bike. Give us plenty of time to play, then eat on the road.”
We stepped out of the elevators into the garage, pausing to let a couple of PRT Officers drive some vans out. She glanced over.
“Then again, if we check out a hovervan, use the autopilot feature, we could just fuck in the back. I could text Othala and Tattletale, make sure there aren’t any incidents,” she said thoughtfully.
“Another time, maybe,” I answered. That was a pretty hot idea. “I feel like this is some sort of test... you usually take your bike, let’s do that. I can ride shotgun, or fling myself around.” I grinned. “And to reward ourselves for good behavior, we can come back to base and fuck in the showers?”
She sighed dreamily, batting her eyes. “If I must delay my gratification, I suppose I will survive.”
We both shared a chuckle as she pulled on her helmet. We climbed onto the bike, and I gave her tummy a soft squeeze.
“Would it be too teasing to let my hands wander occasionally?”
“Wander away, pumkin, please,” she sighed, starting up the bike.
I gave her tits a good squeeze before we pulled out of the garage, resuming a proper grip as we roared down the street.
We did periodic check-ins. All was quiet, for the most part. We passed a group of tourists on their way to Boston, hanging out on the Boardwalk. They wanted a lot of pictures and autographs from her, a couple with me. I basked in their admiration of her.
I imagined myself, in a couple years, with a few more public accomplishments under my belt. I smiled. It wouldn’t be long before I could stand shoulder to shoulder with my girls and have it not be weird to the public.
For our ‘extended lunch break,’ we swung by Jamie and Ethan’s place, cuddling on their couch and eating some fast food chicken salad wraps. It was a middle ground between behaving and indulgence, I thought it was rather responsible of us.
When my five minute warning alarm rang out, we grumbled and got back to our feet. I crumpled all our trash together, throwing it away, and turned to catch Hannah staring at me with an intense, hungry gaze. We both groaned, and headed back out to patrol.
“God, I want you to fuck me soo~oo bad,” she growled into the empty house, before locking it behind her. She pressed her ass so firmly into my groin I thought she might actually push me off the bike, before it roared to life and we took off.
We were a quarter-lap in, her down on the road, me up in the air, doing my fling-to-bubble-to-fling thing, when the comms crackled to life outside of our usual check-in window.
“Console to Patrol,” Clockblocker called out. “That weird Tinker is out again, we’ve gotten reports of a couple of near accidents. Last spotted on Magnolia Avenue. Assault on the way.”
“I’ll try to get eyes on him,” I said, flinging myself up higher. I saw them. There were flames, like they had a jetpack. “Leet maybe? Hasn’t he done the whole rocket-roller-skates thing before?”
I gauged their speed, flinging myself into their path. In my split form, solid black, I was expecting them to not be able to see me. I guess their Tinker sensors were doing scanning or something, because there were sparks as their boots scraped across the sidewalk, like ice skaters do that throws up snow in a skating rink. The jets on the back of the suit fired up, canceling forward momentum and shooting off down the sidestreet.
Well, I had been hoping to show off by just poking the exosuit, freezing their momentum, but guess it was gonna have to be the easy way. I had a few seconds left on my split form, before the stomach pain started, so off I went, flinging myself after them.
Another shower of sparks as they hard-cornered down a sidestreet, the twin rockets on their back belching out smoke and gouts of flame to generate a burst of speed.
I called forth a couple of Whites at the corner to reorient me into this new direction. I felt a twinge, but didn’t see anything that had prompted a warning.
Suddenly, I stopped. A net. The bastard. The collision had rendered myself and the net inert, pausing in midair before simply collapsing atop me. Probably meant as a counter for Velocity or Assault, and just so happened to be effective against my momentum cancelling power - it did affect me as much as what I was hitting.
I reformed and tugged, but it was dark. I couldn’t tell if I was grabbing the middle of the net or the edge. It kept getting tangled.
The Rocketeer disappeared down another side street. Fuck.
I eventually pried myself free, going airborne once again. I threw myself higher and higher until I could get eyes on those jet flares again. Nothing flashy this time. Eyes on, bubble up, call in Assault.
I caught the glow of the rockets. Deep Downtown, in the shopping district. I watched a moment, trying to gauge their direction, and flung myself to intercept. Keeping myself above, hoping they weren’t scanning all around themselves, I slowly got closer.
Once I popped my bubble, I was going to reform. I needed to be close enough that a landing wasn’t going to hurt too bad.
As soon as I saw the sparks crackle from the ground, I aimed myself right for them. There was a slight flicker of my Broadcast power, and they hesitated, pausing inexplicably, their gaze turning towards me. I felt the tremor of the implanted curiosity, the need to get a good look at who was pursuing them that overrode their need to flee.
I reformed once I got within range, dropping a slow bubble around them. I flew into the bubble itself, my momentum sinking me a few inches into the gel-like surface of the slowed air. I then slid off, clipping the side of the lightpole by the crosswalk, landing on my back on the sidewalk with a pained intake of air.
It wasn’t enough to make me reflexively lose control of my bubble, though. Using the mode that was Manton-limited to only affect inorganic matter, my slow bubble was slowing the air molecules, and the suit itself. The fuel for the rocket pack would also be rendered inert. I bet they were inside that suit tapping the accelerator button, wanting to break free.
“Panda to Console… Beacon and Sumner… bubbled…” I panted and clutched my side. Definitely not a break, maybe not even a bruise, just a little sore.
“On my way Panda,” Assault said. He arrived before I’d even fully caught my breath. He pulled a confoam grenade from his belt. “You ready?”
I nodded, he popped the pin, and flung it with his enhanced strength against the bubble. I gave it a three count, suspended in air, then released the bubble. The jet pack coughed twice, trying to re-engage the fuel flow I guessed, but the confoam exploded around the suit before it could take off.
“Assault to Console, foamed up and ready for pick-up. Thanks to Panda for the assist,” he said, then lowered his hand.
“You were the assist,” I said, leaning against the building, crossing my arms. “If Piggot would let us Wards handle the confoam…”
He grinned smugly. “You don’t have to stay here,” he said, gesturing down the street, inviting me to leave.
I pointed my thumb over my shoulder as Miss Militia’s bike came roaring down the street.
“Waiting on my ride,” I said. I hopped up onto the bike behind her. I gave the street a quick scan, then smirked at him. I reached inside the arms of her tank top to grope her tits over her bra, jiggling them up and down as he watched. I couldn't hear her moan, over the bike engine and with her helmet on, but I could feel the familiar vibrations through her breasts. “Maybe next time I could go patrolling with your wife…”
He bit his lip, nodding. “That… that would be good,” he panted softly.
“Well… have a good night Assault!” I called, sliding my hands back down around her waist. She revved a couple of times, then off we went.
When we returned to HQ, and were alone in the elevator up, I took advantage of the brief window. I grabbed her ass, pulling her against me, kissing her quickly. “Go upstairs to the Protectorate showers, get in the stall, but don’t take anything off… I’ll be up shortly.”
She nodded breathlessly, pulling her bandanna back into position, as I stepped off on the Wards’ floor. I went to let the guys know I was taking a quick shower, then would be in to relieve them of Console duty for the rest of the evening, then ran into our showers. Peeking under the stalls, making sure I was alone, I then called for a Door to Hannah.
As soon as I stepped out, she held a finger up to her mouth. I paused, listening; there were a couple other officers in here as well. I removed my helmet, letting her help me undress, getting hard with the knowledge that there were two other naked, showering women in here. I was tempted to peek.
While on her knees to tug my boxers off, Hannah couldn’t resist giving a few firm tugs of my cock. There was a lot of possessive intent behind those fingers.
“Ffffuck,” she whispered, leaning in and pressing my throbbing hardness against her face, inhaling deeply through her nose.
I chuckled, then gestured for her to stand so I could get started on undressing her. I started by groping her tits through her tank top and bra, then pulled her top off. She worked on removing her belt as I undid her button and zipper. She kicked off her boots, then helped me get her out of her pants.
I gave her tits another squeeze over her bra. “Just comparing,” I teased quietly. I reached around to undo her hooks, and she wriggled out of the undergarment. I hung it up on in the stall. We both paused as a lever squeaked, a spraying showerhead going silent. We panted softly against one another’s face, barely hearing the quiet rustle of a towel.
“That’s Officer Rodriguez. 28. Mexican. Dark brown hair, deep tan skin, light brown eyes,” she murmured directly into my ear. “She’s about a B-cup, perky, little brown nipples. She’s really pretty. Pretty sure last time I peeked in on her, she had a shaved pussy. Plump lips that would be all soft and squishy on your cock.”
I bit back a moan, hips twitching as I fought the urge to either jack off, make her jack me off, or just bend her over and fuck her, to hell with getting caught.
“See ya later, Martin,” called out a husky, rough voice. A smoker? Or just naturally raspy?
“See ya later, Quinten,” answered a softer, high pitched voice.
Hannah chuckled softly against my ear.
“Rodriguez, huh?” I scoffed.
She gave a little shrug. “Figured it would get you revved up.” She stepped out of her panties after I pulled them down. “There is an Officer Rodriguez, and it was mostly true. Though I don’t know what she looks like naked.”
I glanced up at the ceiling, wondering if I could get Andrea to sneak some cameras in here to find out for sure. If we got busted, though, that would tarnish a lot of the goodwill I’d garnered with the Directors.
Hannah slipped her fingers around my shaft, tugging me into the shower stall with her. The water came out a little above room temperature, then slowly adjusted to warm. It was a very firm pressure, spraying forcefully, the noise enough to cover our hungry kissing.
“Thank you for this morning,” I whispered, grabbing her ass and holding her close, pinning my cock between us. It throbbed hotly, desperately, as if I hadn’t cum like four times today already.
“Anytime, pumkin,” she murmured. I grabbed a handful of her wet hair, gently tugging her face back, kissing my way down her moist throat, lapping my tongue at her tits, sucking hard at her nipples, then turning her around. She slapped her palms against the shower wall, spreading her legs.
I angled my dick, shuffling into position, before inserting myself slowly into her pussy. We couldn’t get into a ball-slappingly vigorous fucking, but I pumped firmly and steadily away at her, kissing her back, one arm wrapped around her waist. I spread my fingers, my middle finger teasing her clit as my palm pressed against her lower belly. My other hand massaged her wet breasts as I made love to her from behind.
She gazed at me over her shoulder, panting, wet hair plastered to her face. She bit her lip, narrowing her eyes with pleasure, and I grunted as quietly as I could, cumming inside her. She raised her eyebrows almost in time with each spurt, arching her lower back a little more, exaggerating the curve of her ass against me until I was done.
I withdrew, and she deftly lowered to her knees to suck out the last bit of cum. She stood, dipping her fingers inside herself, and bringing her sticky fingers up to her mouth, sucking them clean, retrieving as much of my cum as she could.
The other showerhead went silent, and I gave her a grin. Holding up a finger, I split forms and quietly hopped my away around to the other occupied stall. Estimating the distance between the stall doors and shower curtain, I dropped a slow bubble Manton-limited to organic matter.
I awkwardly slipped under the stall door, then pulled open the curtain.
PRT Officer Martin was a cute Puerto Rican woman, about 5'2", hair dyed blonde, deep brown eyes. Frozen as she was, turning away from the shower to open the curtain, she seemed to be staring straight at me. Her skin was a dark tan, with a tight waist that flared out into wide hips and an incredible ass. I whistled softly.
“Hannah, come here,” I Commanded.
She summoned her power into a crowbar, using the curved end to help her climb over the stall wall, using the bench in the stall next door to boost up. She gazed at the woman briefly, then shook her head at me.
“You’re incorrigible,” she laughed.
“Blow me,” I ordered. She raised an eyebrow. “No, not the insult. Literally, blow me,” I repeated. I gazed into Officer Martin’s eyes, then glanced down at her dripping wet tits. The water, unaffected by my powers, continued to trickle down her body. It was like she was staring at me, and it was hot.
An audience that didn't even know it was an audience.
Hannah lowered to her knees, and started sucking me off. I grabbed Officer Martin’s panties off the bench, giving them a little sniff. Perfume and sweat, flowers and musk. I grabbed her bra in my other hand, enjoying the softness of the cups, the pleasant scent of her lingering on her undergarments, my eyes never leaving hers as Hannah expertly deepthroated me to completion, so we could make our exit before my time limit was passed.
She gulped down my release, licking me clean, then giving my ass a slap that was both affectionate and reprimanding.
“Move, pumkin,” she chided, shaking her head at me, then simply unlocking the stall door and walking out.
I pulled the curtain shut, walking out behind her. She flickered her crowbar into some sort of wiry tool, jostling it between the gap in the door and locking it back into place. I grabbed my clothes, calling a Door to my room in the Wards HQ, hoping that Officer Martin wouldn’t think too hard about why she was so dry immediately after turning off the shower.
Once I’d gotten back into my costume, I relieved Clockblocker from Console, and he chilled with Aegis and I for the rest of the shift.
There was an alert, then I remembered: Fenja and Menja were supposed to escape tonight.
That merited a victorious celebration at the Empire HQ. The idea fermented in the back of my mind as I coordinated with the Protectorate and PRT Officers that had already been briefed to let the twins escape. By the time the Officers reported their “defeat,” I was grinning.
“Understood, Galatea. Glad no one was hurt. Have a safe trip back to base.”
I peered over my shoulder, muting the mic.
“Say, guys… what’re you up to tomorrow?”