Taylor felt her thoughts end as Lisa's fingers still inside her twitched, for the first time with intend, and rubbed insistently her most intimate spot. She felt herself spasm in complete disproportion with before, smelling with the suddenly heavy sweet scent without understanding. It didn't prevent her body from answering to it, her hand from pulling up her shirt so that Lisa's other hand could cup her breasts. The gentle assault redoubled and Taylor felt her body stiffen, her lower part rising and clinging against Lisa's fingers until the burning wave roared through her organs, nerves and skin, scorching everything and consuming every thought. It was a blazing Sun, then Taylor felt herself collapse as if without string. Burning embers remaining into every inch of her body.

Not quite unconscious, not quite satiated.

Lisa laid with the girl for a long while, trying to regain some measure of breath and riding the high heights of too much pleasure and orgasms. She shivered a little as she felt the rain and moved a little so as to get them both sheltered under Taylor's larger coat. Sitting, it was enough but she wasn't sure that she could get up.

It was then that the situation started to dwell on her, she looked around the alley and thanked the rain for covering the earlier noises and moans. Her eyes lowered toward the brown haired girl. Lisa just wanted to collapse there and sleep contently, but unable but blind to the mood her power gave her a motive to worry.

Not enough. Her power had correctly guessed the answer to make the girl achieve climax, but Taylor's body hadn't been able to process that deliverance in its entirety. Too much stimulation done for too long upon an entirely unprepared body, the climax had been forced to end midway, and it was probably the only reason Taylor's was still conscious and aware rather than passed out.

Now, of course, was the tricky part of what they were going to do. Lisa felt too thoroughly exhausted, and the girl even more so, to get up. Shouting or calling for help was going to lead to some very awkward scenarios at best, not appreciable ones at worst. Staying here was a big no, risking discovery as bad as risking the cold rain. The beginning of an headache started to batter Lisa's far too pleased body as she bitterly noted that she wouldn't be able to get up, much less help the girl whom she wasn't leaving in that state.

Then Lisa clicked her tongue and leaned to kiss Taylor some more.

Musings of a Shadow

(Автор: redaeth)

I jiggled the can of coke in my hands and watched as my two closest friends argued with one another. Absently I took a sip as my eyes tracked their hands and words, straining my eyes to catch every nuance.

They were already glowing. Outright auras of wrong, telling me to grovel and or flee. I did my best to ignore the feelings, and for the most part I was successful. I knew a sense of shame that lingered from the first time, that if I was the focus of either of them I would have been long gone. Sadly being a parahuman didn't mean I was immune.

Honestly I had no idea why or how they had gotten these powers, but I knew, bone deep that they were in no way like my own. Not from the same place, and didn't use anything similar to what I did. The only good thing was that a little bit of that power seemed to rub off on the surroundings. Including the people around them. Which is why I was studying them so intently. If I could just borrow a fraction of their ability to convince others to do what they wanted maybe I could get Miss Piggy off my back about Grue's unfortunate hospital stay. Hey he didn't die! And he was in jail. Win, win for the heroes right?

I groaned into my drink as the topic got more heated. They were now sinking some real power into themselves and I could feel it like two massive heartbeats against my skin.

If I had been the Sophia of three months ago their argument over Taylor Hebert of all people would have been downright bizarre. Both of them were possessive of the former bullied girl and in slightly different ways. Madison wanted to fuck her and make her part of her rapidly growing circle of fuckbuddies. Simple as that.

Emma, on the other hand wanted to own her. In every which way. Mind, body and soul. If Hebert wasn't as bullshit as these two were she would most likely be locked in Emma's basement and treated like a beloved pet, and never, ever allowed to leave.

I found it slightly disturbing honestly. I had bad memories of the possibility of being in that sort of situation and seeing Emma turn from a fellow predator to something that I wouldn't hesitate to kill was something I did my best to head off. Which is why I sided with Madison more often when these arguments included me.

I was just lucky I wasn't Madison's type of course, as she had made it abundantly clear how grateful she was when I did so. So instead it was an invite to join one of her orgies instead of her focusing her attentions on me wholesale and most likely seducing me. Did I mention I hate their bullshit powers?

I quirked an eyebrow at Madison as she looked my way, the argument was winding down. Stalemate again. Madison wouldn't give up "I called dibs." And Emma wouldn't give up "She's mine, you can't call dibs." Which is just the way I liked it. Taylor was safe for another day it seems. Goddamn magical bullshit. Why the fuck was I the one babysitting two nascent gods who could go Heartbreaker on entire nations?

Oh right, telling anyone about what Emma and Madison was capable of would get me slammed into MasterStranger protocols for the next century. And possible Brockton Bay made into a quarantine zone. Or nuked. Nuked was a good possibility given the zombies Madison had unintentionally unleashed last week.

Madison flumped into the couch next to me, her pout absolutely adorable, and despite my mental conditioning of watching it become a force of nature it still made me want to hug and comfort her. Goddamnit. Instead I handed her a coke, which she accepted with a cutely grumbled thanks.

"Sophia is it so bad I want Taylor? I mean she is so... rawr. All smooth muscles and feline grace." Oh fuck me. She did not just ask that.

I did the best thing I could and shrugged. She just returned to pouting.

Good.

I considered the enigma of these strange powers and naturally my thoughts strayed to Taylor, who was, well, different. Madison and Emma hadn't changed all that much. Madison loved attention and Emma wanted to control everyone and everything around her. Taylor on the other hand sometimes seemed like the weak sniveling victim we had battered into being.

But other times? Other times she was exactly like Madison had described. Grace, power, surety. A predator. Better yet a predator who looked down on the prey around her to pick and chose her next meal.

One time that had been literally. I had encountered her shortly after Emma had revealed her new powers to me, and then encountered Taylor glowing silver and moving through the streets like a ghost. I had followed her, watching her stalk a drugged out excuse of a parahuman and slowly terrified him into huddling in a corner before she killed him. It had been exhilarating. I remember the shiver that had run down my spine and it echoed as the scene flashed before my eyes. She was more brutal then me, but Predators could chose how they treated their victims after all.

I'm pretty sure she hadn't hunted like that since then as no others had turned up with their hearts missing, but joining her as Shadow Stalker once in a while made up for dealing with bullshit Emma and Madison got up to. Taylor was even starting to trust me as I had covered her back a few nights ago when Armmaster turned up after she had tangled with Lung.

Which was good, because I was pretty sure she knew more about the bullshit magic then either of my friends did. Or at least a bullshit magic I could actually use. And absolutely no other reason. No matter how much Madison would tease me about my own supposed interest in the girl.

I made a decision as the quiet sank in. I was pretty sure Taylor would be hunting the streets again and I wanted to join her. A bit more openly then merely stalking her shadow.

I stood up and bid the two pouting prima donnas good night. It was time for a shadow to stalk the streets once more.

Тo Know Thyself

(автор: Valette-Serafina)

A little plotless smut. First Person/Present, tentacles. F/self(Altform), mild dirty talk, size difference. Tense fuckery.

Alone in my hotel room, I lay unmoving on my bed. I also stand, looking around the room.

For most people, that'd be impossible. I'm not most people. I'm a cape, and I've seen the world in hundreds of different ways. I'm currently a hairless human-like thing, slender and nearly seven feet tall. Eight long prehensile tentacles sprout from my back, and my legs bend at three points.

Each of the bodies I create has its own differences, little things that make the world look so new and fresh. This one sees colour as a blur, because I wasn't focusing on eyes when I made it. The room seems so much more alive this way.

I made this form for a reason, though. I look down at my body on the bed, motionless and quiet. Me, but not me right now.

Helpless. The thought makes something stir in me, makes my tentacles twitch. I run one over my hair, the blur of red-brown tinted purple as it rubs against the sheath around my sensitive organ.

My body. A girl, utterly incapable of stopping me. I brush a second tentacle against the dress I'm wearing, from waist up to the gentle swell of my breasts. I rest it in the valley between them, luxuriating in my slow, passive breathing. I use two more of my tentacles to push my breasts together, engulfing my tentacle between them as I slide it forward, out of its sheath.

It feels good. Very good, but it could feel better. I move my tentacles around and lift my body into a sitting position. Then I take hold of the front of my dress with my hands and tear it open, letting my breasts spill out of the new hole before I take them in hand. My nipples are stiff, so I twist and tweak them before pushing them together once again.

My body's well endowed enough for me to fit two of my tentacles between my tits, sliding up and down as they leak lubricant. The smooth skin sliding against my sensitive appendages feels divine, and I can't help myself from letting out a low moan. A few more thrusts and I feel something build inside me, pressure gathering behind my tentacles.

I move my tentacles, aiming them at my face and tits before my orgasm hits me and I spray thick jets of cum at them, painting white myself with the pearlescent fluid as jet after jet bursts forth.

Gasping, I let myself fall back onto the bed as I recover. My tentacles twitch, smaller jets arcing toward my unconscious form as I ride out the pleasure.

So good, it feels sooo good. My body lies slumped backward so I turn myself over and hike my dress up and over my waist, moving my legs to hold my ass in the air.

I'm not wearing underwear, so I can freely run a tentacle between my thighs and along my slit. I'm dripping wet, so I spank myself with one of my tentacles for being so slutty. It feels good, so I do it again.

Certain that I'm wet enough, I slide my tentacle into my cunt. There's no resistance from my limp body as I slide in, my relaxed muscles yielding to my firm organ.

I'm warm and wet, but I'm far too loose. It's good, but the lack of pressure means that I'll take ages to cum. I've got a fix for that, though. I slide a second tentacle into my cunt, and a third into my ass. Then, I start spanking myself. Each strike sends a ripple of contractions through my lower muscles, clenching down on my members.

I speed up the pace, stretching myself out as I hammer my face into the bed. It's not long before I feel the building pressure again and I reach out to grab my hips, pulling myself back onto the tentacles.

I reach my limit, and cry out as I pack myself full of spunk, spraying more onto my back from my other tentacles.

This time I don't let myself fall back. I hold myself up, admiring my gaping holes as my cum leaks out.

I'm ready.

A slit on my pubic mound opens to let my primary sex organ spring forth. A massive dick, as thick as my wrist. I needed to loosen myself for it, or it wouldn't fit.

I lift myself up as I take a seat on the bed, turning my sleeping face toward me. The sheets wiped off most of my cum, but not all. I don't care. I pull myself closer and kiss my unresisting mouth, sending my forked tongue in to dance with my limp one.

I spend a few moments sharing breath with myself. Then, I lift myself, lining up my dick with my gaping cunt.

I end the kiss, and push myself down. I slide over my shaft, sending wonderful shivers of bliss through myself until I bottom out halfway down my shaft. I expected this, so I pull myself up and push down again, slowly going deeper with each thrust.

I'm big enough that I feel tight around my shaft, and I swell a little with each thrust. When I finally hilt myself, I'm held tightly enough that I can't pull out in one motion. I begin to rock my shaft back and forth, when I notice a tightening in my slit. I slide one hand down to play with my clit, and the tightening intensifies.

Nearly there, I lean down to whisper in my ear: "Slut."

My body clenches as it cums, and that sets me off, which triggers another orgasm as I spray hot, thick jets of cum into my womb. My belly swells slightly under my hand as I fill it.

I fall backwards, my body falling with me, still impaled on my cock. I lean back in the mess I made of the bed, caressing my cheek as I come down from the high.

Just Jess and Genesis.

"I'm all I need."

Love in the Foreground

(Автор: Helpless Kitten)

My name is Victoria Dallon, and I hate everything, forever. Alright, I'm being melodramatic, I'll admit but I'm 17, so it is well within reason to be unreasonable. There are a few things I don't hate at the moment. My family, entomology (a hobby of mine, no matter what some people think of it) and my powers. That's right, I have fricken awesome super powers. My whole extended family does and we use them to fight crime. I even have a rich, handsome, super heroic boyfriend that can relate to the stresses that our calling puts on us.

Or rather, I used to. You can only catch someone flirting with random bimbos so many times before you stop making excuses for them. The worst part is the type of girls Dean chooses to flirt with. Blond, busty and completely devoid of any original thought. In other words, the kind of girl people expect me to be until I open my mouth and they realize I don't skip from high school directly to college for image reasons. Taking a few courses on brain dead subjects like parahuman studies for mixed credit? Perfectly normal for the "All American Bombshell". Skipping right into advanced biology courses with an emphasis on arthropodology? Clearly the bitch is cheating with her powers. Or maybe she payed for admittance on he knees.