She gave a shaky nod. "Yes, yes. I understand." She tugged at her handcuffs a few times, and I rolled her onto her stomach, pulling the key from my pocket. As the cuffs came off, she pulled her wrists back in front of her, relief obvious as I cut the duct tape with the pocketknife. Tearing the rest of the tape and plastic away from her neck, S'fya pulled herself up into a sitting position, with her back to me. Now, out of her sight, I let fear creep into my bones. She may have submitted with the bag over her head, but now, what was stopping her from killing me now? I'd lost the element of surprise. Cursing myself mentally, I let my hand wrap around the handle of the stun gun again as S'fya turned to me. Our eyes locked for a moment, and her lips split into a grin. "Well. Looks like I underestimated you, Hebert." I nearly raised the stun gun as she pulled herself towards me, only to drop it out of shock when she pressed her lips into mine. Freezing for a moment, my wits returned to me just in time for me to wrap my arms around her back and return the kiss just as forcefully. Resting my hands on her shoulder blades, I let them wander down, following the curve of her spine until I felt the pleasantly toned flesh of her ass. A few moments longer, and she pulled away to breathe.
"What you lack in strength, you make up for in surprise. Where fragility impedes you, you employ cunning. You're no prey. You're just as much a hunter as I am." She pressed her body against mine, and my face flushed slightly. Her hands slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, and I raised my arms up as she lifted it over my head. My pants were next to go, unzipped and pulled off my legs while I shifted my weight from my butt to my feet. Sitting there in my underwear, I felt no need to cover myself, eyes locked with S'fya's as she started to undo the seam of her suit. As she started to peel it off, I brushed her hands away, grasping the rubbery fabric and tugging it down, watching as more and more of that rich, dark skin became exposed. Soon, she'd pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and she was naked from the waist up. Suit hanging around her middle, I let my thumb run down her stomach, feeling her abs as I leaned in for another kiss. This one lasted longer, a thin rope of saliva connecting our mouths when we pulled away. Grinning, Sophia hooked her thumbs under her suit, starting to work it down her legs. Reluctantly, I stopped her, pointing towards her bed. "We're not gonna do this on a concrete floor," I stated as matter-of-factly as I could. Looking towards the bed, she nodded, standing up to walk over. She sat herself on the bed, and I moved to join her, slipping my own panties off as I did.
Once we were situated, she picked up where she left off, sliding the suit down her legs. As her slit was exposed, two things stood out to me: how similar it was to a human's, and the total lack of hair. It wasn't that she was shaved— it was that nothing had grown there to begin with. Same with the rest of her body. As the suit came off, soon to be forgotten on the floor, I saw she was already wet; well, that explained her rubbing her legs together earlier. I can't help but giggle. Moving in, I trace her labia with a knuckle, before slipping my finger inside. She shuddered, before throwing herself against me, teeth working at my lip, tongue prodding, begging for entrance. Opening my mouth, I took control, my tongue pushing past her teeth and inside.
It didn't take long for S'fya to be reduced to a quivering, moaning mess. Apparently her time under the bag had already left her stimulated, leaving her aroused and eager for pleasure. Working a second finger inside her, I plunged deeper, wondering if whatever species she was even reproduced like humans. At least I seemed to be doing something right, judging by the way she moaned and writhed beneath me. Keeping up the pattern, my fingers came away slick with clear juices, lubricating them as I worked the alien girl over. My own arousal made itself known as S'fya broke our kiss to let out a breathy moan. Sweat shone on her skin, hair sticking to her forehead as I brought her closer and closer to climax.
As I toyed with her, my own needs ached to be attended to, my pussy practically dripping from the show S'fya was putting on. Once or twice my hand slipped between my legs, but nothing I could do could satisfy the fire raging in me. Finally, I gave in.
When my fingers slipped out of her, S'fya didn't even have time to complain before I straddled her head, my pussy pressing against her face. Pressing against her lips, I looked down at her, and gave a single, terse command.
"Lick."
She took to the task with gusto, her tongue sliding over me, before working its way inside. The feeling of S'fya's long, dexterous tongue was wonderful, and I craved it more the longer it was in me. Grinding against her face, I let my head loll back, back arched as waves of pleasure pulsed outward from my nethers. Soon, her tongue grazed against a particularly sensitive spot, and I saw stars. Reaching down to grab her by the hair, I forced her deeper into me. "Oh, yes! Do that again! Keep doing that!" Mumbling some muffled affirmation, she did as I said, flicking the tip of her tongue over that spot again and again, bringing me closer and closer with each lick. With that tongue deep inside me, there was no way for me to last longer than a minute.
Finally, her tongue dug right into the spot, and I clenched, moaning in ecstasy as I felt myself gush onto S'fya's face. Barely a few moments passed before she reached her own climax, having taken the opportunity to start fingering herself earlier. Riding her face until the peak of pleasure faded, I climbed off of S'fya, who gasped as she could finally breathe again, slumping down onto the mattress. Lying beside her, I looked up at the ceiling, as the events of that afternoon finally processed. I'd confronted S'fya over her arrogance and domineering attitude. I'd tied her up and smothered her with a plastic bag when she tried to intimidate me. We'd kissed, and fucked, and now were basking in the afterglow, our sweaty bodies side by side as we caught our breath. Looking over to her, I took in the sight of her gorgeous, athletic body, skin glistening with sweat, outlining every curve of muscle against the light. She was every inch the huntress, the warrior; her strength apparent just from looking at her.
I wondered how I'd look if I were an alien like her.
After a few more minutes of rest, I sat up, looking over to the gorgeous girl lying beside me. "So...I think you understand?" S'fya, still looking completely blissed out, gave me a lazy nod. "Mm-hmm. Clear as crystal. You've got a hunter's heart, Hebert." Satisfied that she now considered me at least an equal, I stood, moving to gather up my clothes. As I tugged my jeans back on, S'fya called over to me from the bed. "So...If you're ever bored, what do you say we come down here and do a bit of `sparring,' hm?" I caught the implication easily, giving her a nod before bending over to pick up my discarded shirt. Slipping it over my head, I gave S'fya one last lingering gaze before I started back up the stairs, a spring in my step, and my mind racing of all the fun ways I'd be `sparring' with our extraterrestrial guest.
Drunken Glory
(Автор: GladiusLucix)
Disclaimer: I have been neither drunk nor a teenage girl before, so I make no claims to the accuracy of characters depicted in either or both states.
* * *
"I'll be fine," Amy assured me, but I wasn't convinced. She had spent most of the past week healing people after Behemoth attacked, and only got back yesterday.
And now she was going right back to volunteering at the hospital. There were still a few days until school started — our Senior year — but Amy hadn't really had a vacation. Every day, she'd spend a few hours at one hospital or another. Sure, it didn't even really add up to a part time job, but she didn't even miss the weekends. Even the doctors and nurses have some days they don't work, right?
I mean, I get why she does it; power and responsibility and all that. And even with how flashy the rest of our family's powers are, if you give it any thought, Amy's got the most amazing power out of all of us. Even considering how she limits herself. Anyone can take people apart, but it takes someone special to be able to put them back together again.
I sighed as she walked into the hospital. A few hours to kill before she was done. I wonder what Dean's doing...
* * *
A call to the PRT front desk lets them know I was coming, and I stopped to grab a visitor's pass as I entered. Gallant (since he's in costume) was at the command center, keeping in contact with Vista and Aegis on patrol. I dragged a chair over and flopped down next to him. "Hey, Gallant."
"Hello, Vicky," he answered. "Waiting for Amy to be done at the hospital?"
"Yeah. I'm worried about her, though. Even if she only works two or three hours a day, it's every day, without fail. She didn't even take a rest when she got back from the Endbringer fight." I sighed. "Plus, I think something has been bothering her lately, and she won't tell me."
Gallant leaned back from the console. "You've tried just asking her, of course."
"Yup," I said. "She just says everything's fine and closes off, or tries to change the subject."
A certain annoying redhead stuck his head into the room. "You could get her drunk," Dennis said.
I turned and glared at him. "How is that even remotely close to a good idea?"
"Well," Dean piped up. "There is a saying: 'In vino veritas.' In wine, there is truth." I turned to stare at my boyfriend incredulously, and Dennis rallied.
"Yeah," Dennis said. "Once Amy's drunk, she'll be more relaxed, and probably ready to tell you about what's bugging her."
I looked back and forth between the two of them. Then I realized my mouth was hanging open. I shook my head and focused on Dean. "You think this is a good idea."
He shrugged, obviously not wanting to say yes or no. "I think it's an idea," he hedged. "If we can't think of anything else, it might be worth a try."
We sat there silently for a few minutes, trying to think of some other plan. Well, I was trying, and Dean probably was. Dennis was probably just laughing about the idea of Amy drunk. Finally, I just threw up my hands.
"Fine," I said. "But we're doing this at your house. Mom would kill us if she found out."
Dean nodded. "That's fine." I nodded back and pulled out my phone to give Mom a call.
"Hi, Mom."
"Hello, Victoria. I was just about to call you. Your father has been having a good day today, so we'll be going out tonight."
I grinned at the news, both because Dad had too few good days lately, and because this would make it easier to convince her to let me and Amy stay out. "That's great, Mom. Dinner or heroing?"
"Probably both." I could hear the smile in Mom's voice as she answered. "So, what did you call about?"
"Well, Dean's having an end of summer party for the other Wards and he wanted me and Amy to come, too."
"When will the party be over?"
"He said there would be guest rooms for everyone, so people can just go to bed when they're tired, instead of having their parents come get them. Like a slumber party, but more spread out."
"Alright, dear. I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Bye, Mom! Kick some Nazi butt for me!"
Well, that was convenient. "So is this party a thing that's actually happening, or just a cover story?" Dennis asked.
I glanced at Dean. He shrugged. "Seems like an actual good idea," he said.
"Cool," Dennis said with a grin. "I'll go tell Chris."
"Triumph is probably busy," Dean added, "but Aegis and Vista should be free, if their parents okay it."
* * *
Plans were made, people were invited, but who would or wouldnt be there wasn't my concern at the moment. After giving Dean a kiss goodbye, I took off for home. I needed to pick up sleepwear and clean clothes for me and Amy. And something for me to change into once I got out of my costume. Amy had it easy on that front; her robes were loose and long enough to just throw over whatever she was wearing. For one really late emergency call, she went to the hospital wearing pajamas and bunny slippers underneath her costume. Anyway, a quick rummage through drawers and closet sufficiently stocked an overnight bag, and I was off to pick up Amy.
Once I got to the hospital, I let one of the front desk nurses know I what I was doing, I headed over to the pediatrics waiting room. Fifteen minutes of shaking hands and signing autographs later, Amy finished her shift. I was in the middle of explaining to a kid, maybe eight years old, that even though I had signed his cast, he probably wouldnt be allowed to keep it, Amy walked up and put her hand on his shoulder. "Would you like me to make it better?" she asked. He was clearly torn between the ideas of getting rid of his cast, and getting rid of his cast before he could show anyone that I had signed it, before he made up his mind and nodded. Amy laid her hand over his finger tips that were sticking out of the end of his cast, then let go a few seconds later. "All better," she said. "Just let the doctor know that I took care of it when you go in," she added to his parents. They thanked her and, since the rest of the kids here were in for vaccinations or checkups, we were able to leave without being mobbed. I scooped Amy up in my arms, and took off towards Dean's house.
"So, what's with the bag?" Amy asked as we flew.
"Well," I began, "Mom called and told me that, since Dad was having a good day today, they would be having a night out. I was hanging out with Dean at the time, so Dennis and I convinced him to have an end of summer party for us and the Wards." I shrugged the shoulder holding the bag. "Then I swung by the house to grab us a change of clothes, and went to meet you at the hospital."
Amy looked down at the bag. "It looks pretty full for a change of clothes," she said.
"Overnight party, so a change for you, two for me, and pajamas for both of us."
Amy nodded, and the rest of the flight passed in silence.
* * *
It turned out to be more of a few friends hanging out than a full blown party. A movie or two, some video games, and enough pizza to feed seven hungry teenagers as we relaxed from the stress of being teenage superheroes. And enough alcohol to get me and Amy a good bit drunk. I owed Dennis something for helping me get my sister drunk, and that's something I never thought I'd say.
Now it was late. Missy was sleeping next door, the boys were in the living room playing games, and Amy and I were sitting in one our rooms, I forget whose, talking. I figured now was as good a time as any to ask what was wrong, so I did.
