Danny groaned and thrust his hips up harder than ever before, lifting me clean off the couch and supporting my weight with his body alone — but only for a moment, then he dropped back down and leaned forward, burying his face between my breasts. He ran one hand along my shuddering back and squeezed my ass with the other, thrusting faster and harder into me and grunting with each thrust.
My hands found themselves on his shoulders, and I cried out again as I came a second time from his continued thrusts. He cried out too as he nuzzled at my neck, and I felt his legs shudder beneath me as he climaxed himself. The condom ballooned inside me as his cum filled it to the brim.
His arms tightened around me and pulled me close. My arms slipped around him too, and we pressed our bodies together as we shared a shuddering orgasm.
It felt like an eternity, but our climaxes finally ended. Danny slowed his thrusts, making only jerky bucks every few seconds as if in some futile attempt to get back what we just had. I opened my eyes. His forehead was pressed against mine, and he had his eyes closed. He was panting for breath. I withdrew my arms from his back and pulled back slightly.
He loosened his embrace and opened his eyes, meeting mine. I brought a hand up to his face, caressing his neck, then leaned forward and kissed him as passionately as I could manage. He reciprocated, and I rolled my hips against his, making him groan.
A few minutes later, we parted. I panted for a moment, as did he — his breath tickled my cheek.
It's not enough.
"W-what?" Danny said. I'd spoken out loud again. Danny's voice was as husky as mine, and he paused to clear his throat.
I stood, letting his cock pop out of me and slap against his stomach again. My legs were a little shaky, but I forced myself past it. I gripped his cock and peeled the condom off, stuffing it back in the wrapper. Driblets of his cum splattered onto his stomach and thighs, mixing with my juices.
I grabbed a fresh condom and peeled it from its wrapper, then knelt between his legs and ran a hand along his still-hard cock, the leftover cum gathering on my palm. I wiped it on a tissue — a box had been handily placed on the coffee table — which I then deposited on the table with the used rubber.
I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "I want to do it again," I said as I slid the condom over his cock. My words were rather stilted; I was still panting, and my breasts heaved with each breath.
Danny stared at me for a long moment. Finally, he nodded. "Not here," he said, standing and steadying himself on the couch. "Upstairs." Then he turned and headed up the stairs.
I watched him, then grabbed the condoms and tissues and followed.
Weird Message
(Автор: Subrosian_Smithy)
Lisa slowly came to, experimentally testing the bonds which kept her splayed out. Taylor normally made a habit of asking beforehand, but she'd volunteered for the occasional surprise session, and now she was reaping the benefits. As always, she felt a warm, tingly heat rise up inside of her.
Not just a symptom of arousal, her power butted in.
"Whoa... what the — oh fuck — what the hell, Taylor?"
Taylor (wearing her Drider-themed dominatrix outfit, Lisa knew, despite being blindfolded) paused in her advance across the room as she absorbed Lisa's reaction. "Oh. Fuck. I've been reading too much into your browser tabs again, haven't I."
"My browser tabs!?" Lisa sputtered as she did her best to ignore the (totally not deeply and utterly arousing) warm skittering of spider legs in her womb. "What the hell are you talking about!?"
The blindfold came off as Taylor began hurriedly undoing Lisa's ties. "Well, you kept leaving oviposition and insect pregnancy porn open on your laptop, so I thought you were trying to send me some kind of weird message... I even asked Amy to brew up some biotinkered spiders which were safe to use, but I guess I'm nowhere near as clever as I thought I was."
Lisa blinked. "I don't even like porn, Taylor."
"So then..."
"Yeah, it was someone else, and I'm going to fucking kill them!"
* * *
From the other side of the door, the other members of the Undersiders continued to listen to the unfolding drama. Alec chuckled, elbowing Brian. "I bet you forget to use incognito mode, too."
"What? It wasn't me, you idiot!"
"Whatever you say, man. I'll probably end taking the fall for this anyways!"
Aisha shot Rachel a glance. Nah, I don't want to know.
* * *
"Well, shit. Hold on, let me..."
Lisa whimpered. "No, wait, put them back in!"
"...if you like it after all, then why are you so mad?"
"It's the principle of the thing! Now put them back and fuck me!"
Path To SkitterTale
(Автор: kamenhero25)
Contessa: YES!!!
Dr. Mother: What are you on about?
Contessa: Look! *shows her a hidden camera of Lisa and Taylor getting it on*
Dr. Mother: Why are you watching two teenagers having sex?
Contessa: Do you know how much effort it took me to get those two together?
Dr. Mother: Why in God's name would you try and get those two together?
Contessa: Because they're adorable.
Dr. Mother: I meant why did it require your personal attention?
Contessa: Well they weren't going to do it on their own. It took me years to set this up.
Dr. Mother: What?
Contessa: Yes. First, I had to find one specific angry Japanese man and slam his head into cocaine until he turned into a rage dragon. The I arranged for the Yang Ban to capture him so he'd hate everyone. Then I let him escape and nudged him toward Brockton Bay.
Dr. Mother: You're talking about Lung. That has to do with those two how?
Contessa: Well, if he wasn't around then they don't meet at the right time and Taylor doesn't join Lisa's little team. Of course, I had to form the team too.
Dr. Mother: *feels a headache forming* Okay. How?
Contessa: Oh, that was easy. All I had to do was make Calvert our Brockton Bay operative and he came up with the idea himself. Easiest part of this mess.
Dr. Mother: Didn't he die a few hours ago? Wait, don't tell me. That's part of this plan too, isn't it?
Contessa: I'll get there in due time. Then I had to make sure Piggot got appointed as Brockton's PRT head, just to make sure that Sophia Hess stayed in the Wards. I needed her to distance Taylor from the heroes so she'd become a villain and stay with Lisa.
Dr. Mother: Of course you did. Let me guess, you got Armsmaster appointed too.
Contessa: Well if someone with any social skills at all had been in charge, they might have been able to talk Taylor into the Wards. I had to make sure that didn't happen, so I let Armsmaster lead them. It also played nicely into turning her against the heroes after Leviathan attacked. Honestly, that was just lucky. Damned Endbringers, almost messing with my Path to SkitterTale.
Dr. Mother: *pained sigh* Of course. Is that all?
Contessa: Well, I also sabotaged the parahuman feudalism plan a little.
Dr. Mother: WHY?!
Contessa: Because I knew they'd have victory sex if I let Calvert die, so I kind of just ignored the chance to stop them from interfering.
Dr. Mother: You know what? I'm just going to go get drunk and forget we had this conversation. Just... get back to the path that saves the world, alright?
Contessa: What? Oh right, that path. I'm sure I have it written down somewhere. *goes back to watching Taylor/Lisa sexy times*
Dr. Mother: *suffers*
Path To All The Shipping
(Автор: kamenhero25)
Contessa: Finally! Thank fucking God. *tosses some popcorn in a microwave*
Dr. Mother: What are you on about?
Contessa: It took me more than ten years, hundreds of hours and more personal attention than any single other project we've ever worked on, but I finally did it.
Dr. Mother: Wait, which project was this?
Contessa: This one. *shows a hidden camera of Taylor, Lisa, and Amy having a steamy lesbian threesome*
Dr. Mother: This is what took you ten years and hundreds of hours? Three teenagers?
Contessa: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD THIS WAS!
Dr. Mother: Alright, alright. No need to get angry.
Contessa: *settles down* Anyway. This has been my masterpiece. Ugh, this almost wasn't worth the trouble I had to go through to make it work.
Dr. Mother: I'm afraid to ask, but I feel like I have to.
Contessa: Well, I had to manipulate most of Brockton Bay's parahuman population. Getting rid of Marquis was the first step.
Dr. Mother: Okay... why?
Contessa: Well, I had to make sure Amy wasn't attached to her family too much, so I leaked Marquis' identity to the Brockton Bay Brigade. I knew that Brandish would be noble enough to take in her enemy's daughter, but too caught up in her own problems to care for her properly. That made sure Amy would be vulnerable to someone who showed her genuine affection.
Dr. Mother: *groans* I already don't like where this is going.
Contessa: Then I had to make sure Calvert caught Lisa when she came to town so he'd start his little gang. That was as easy as an email, thank god.
Dr. Mother: I'm starting to wish I hadn't asked.
Contessa: I needed him around to make sure a certain bank robbery happened. At first I was worried that it had somehow damaged my plans, but then I remembered something important.
Dr. Mother: *sighs* What?
Contessa: Hate sex is great sex. And now that Calvert's not necessary, I don't have to worry about his thing for little girls anymore.
Dr. Mother: Wait, thing for little girls? Should I have been told about this before now?
Contessa: I admit, he's a sleaze ball, but I doubt he'll be around much longer so it's not my problem.
Dr. Mother: Shouldn't we do something then? He is the head of our parahuman feudalism plan.
Contessa: Oh, that's been invalid for years. I've been manipulating most of Brockton Bay's cape scene since I got Marquis arrested.
Dr. Mother: Well, that's years of work I'm never getting back. Just... continue. Do we have any hard liquor?
Contessa: Left cabinet, top shelf. Lung, Piggot, Armsmaster, Coil, all of it arranged just to make sure they ended up where they are right now. It was a pain to keep everyone in their positions considering most of them were horribly incompetent or just not suited for their position. Even Coil would have failed by now with that god-complex he developed a few years back.
Dr. Mother: *fetches booze and starts drinking from the bottle* And you've been doing this... instead of trying to save the world. Like we planned. *rubs her temples* Alright then. Is there anything else I should know?
Contessa: Well... we didn't need William anymore, did we?
Dr. Mother: Please tell me you're not talking about Manton.
Contessa: *innocent whistling*
Dr. Mother: God damn it! The Siberian could have helped us kill Scion!
Contessa: She was interfering with their plans to kill the Slaughterhouse! I needed them dead now, otherwise Amy would have had a breakdown instead of letting Taylor and Lisa comfort her. So I kind of had Doorman open a door to that shitty van he drives around in and capped him.
Dr. Mother: *chugs half the bottle* Okay, so that happened. I guess I'll have to rework the Scion fight plans then.
Contessa: You'll have time. With Slash dead, you have ten years instead of two.
Dr. Mother: At least some good came out of this.
Contessa: You don't think this is good? *points to screen with Amy getting DPed by Taylor and Lisa's strap-ons*
Dr. Mother: I meant the common good.
Contessa: Oh, I brought you a present that might help with that. *Bonesaw pops up*
Bonesaw: Hi.
Dr. Mother: How? Why?
Contessa: She knows about Passengers. I figured you could use a lab assistant. And here she'll do some good. I can send her to join the Undersiders if you don't want her.
Bonesaw: I'd rather be with my big sister you know.
Dr. Mother: Dare I ask? Who?
Bonesaw: *most innocent little girl smile until you remember this is Bonesaw* The one getting it in both ends.
Dr. Mother: *looks at the screen* I'm not sure if letting Panacea and Bonesaw collaborate on something is a good idea.
Contessa: What's the worst that could happen? *ominous thunder sound*
Dr. Mother: I'm just going to go get drunk. Take Bonesaw back to her... sister when she's... done.
Contessa: Okay. And call Becky when you have the chance. This is kind of getting me worked up and I need some Alexandria lovin'
Dr. Mother: Very drunk. Good night.
Regent and Panacea
(Автор: Rahvin)
So I was lamenting the sad dearth of Regent/Panacea fics — body control and growth are right up my alley. Then I thought to myself, "wait right there Rahvin old buddy, you do some of this writing thing every now and then, why don't you write some yourself?" And so I did.
* * *
Alec looked over his magazine at the girl tied to the other chair by twists of wire. "You know Amy," he said cheerfully, "if you'd stop struggling against me this would be a lot easier for both of us."
She spat in response, or at least tried to past the length of chain he'd wrapped around her mouth. He felt the way her muscles moved through his power, amused himself by tweaking a few and making her bite her tongue. She glared at him.
This was probably crossing a line. Panacea was a nationally recognised cape, the best healer in the world. She was a resource. If they found out he'd taken her he'd be at the top of everyone's wanted list. That was if they found out.
His power was nearly done mapping her now. He'd been sat in this dingy little room for almost three and a half hours with her, tucked away in one of the more rundown areas of the docks. He experimentally twitched her leg, curled her fingers. The glare she held intensified, and he chuckled.
"Amy Amy Amy, there's no need to be so hateful. I mean, if you'd join up with us willingly then we wouldn't need to go through this rigmarole. It's your fault you wanted to be a hero, look down your nose at people like me. When we get banged up, what can we do about it? Can't go to the hospital, too suspicious. Can't have miraculous cape healing, because while you claim to be neutral everyone knows how the heroes always just happen to end up at the front of your to-do list and suspected villains just slip off the bottom end, forgotten."
He flexed his power and wiped the glare from her face, forcing her expression into neutral passivity. He let the fire in her eyes stay though. It amused him. "No," he continued, "when we need a doctor, we have a very short list of options. There are five doctors in the Bay that deal anonymously with parahumans, and three of them work for the Empire. Another belongs to Lung and only treats asians, and the last works for Coil and charges truly ridiculous amounts of money for anonymity." He spread his arms. "So where are us poor little fishes left?"
