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Worm's Lemons


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24.05.2016 — 20.09.2016
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Yeah, it's Lemons, lot of Lemons! You were warned! Спасибо Арийскому Гомофобу за ссылку. 20.09.2016
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Finding Dean getting handsy with some silicon slut hurt on a deeper level than just betrayal. It almost felt like a comment on what he wanted me to be. Like my intelligence is second fiddle to what I can do with my body. Isn't that what people always say about boys? That they only want you for your body? It doesn't matter that you're in the library, checking out college level texts to identify rare species of insects, you have fantastic boobs and that is all you will ever be useful for. You've made more parahuman arrests than the entire Wards team put together? That's nice honey, now get on your knees like a good girl. I swear, it's enough to make a girl want to swear off boys entirely.

With that portentous thought in my head, I didn't notice the tall, slender brunette reaching for the same book on the top shelf as me. Our hands met and the shock of skin to skin contact caused us both to overbalance and topple to the floor in a tangle of limbs and books. Pretty embarrassing when one of your powers is flight. Now if this had been a romantic comedy, then I would have landed on my future love interest with my face just above hers and our bodies flush against each other. As we were not engaged in wacky, scripted shenanigans, we simply fell in an uncomfortable pile.

Making sure to keep my emotion projecting aura in check, I pulled myself off the girl and offered her a hand up.

"Sorry about that," I apologized, "I'm kinda used to being the only person in the entomology section, so I wasn't really paying much attention to my surroundings." I finished with my biggest "I'm a Superhero, you can trust me" grin, but it only seemed to make her tense up. After a second, she seemed to relax, or maybe just kind of fold in on herself to present a smaller target, and stand without taking my hand. She mumbled an apology, or maybe she was telling me to fuck off, and started to skulk away.

Something about this didn't sit right with me. Normal people get angry or laugh off things like this. They don't act like beaten puppies. It actually kind of reminded me of Amy, before she took up extreme sports for stress release.


* * *

Somewhere, hidden high in the Himelayas

Amy bent low to her snowboard, partially to prepare to jump the swiftly approaching chasm, and partially to present a smaller target for the ninjas armed with tinker tech rifles chasing after her on snow mobiles. She hit the lip of the chasm and leapt with all the might of her living suit of armor. She spun and flipped in mid air, so she could hook her board to the landing struts of the waiting helicopter. Her purely organic dart launcher, modeled after a very special variety of shrimp, discharged three times, striking 5 ninjas.

Amy lifted herself into the passenger cabin of the helicopter and closed the door, very pointedly not looking as the mountain top, secret base of Dr. Killmore exploded.


* * *

Meanwhile, back at the ranch— I mean, Brocton Bay

I followed the girl I had fallen on to a table with a number of open books on it. A quick glance at them showed we might have a mutual interest.

"Can I help you?" She had turned to face me as I looked over her reading selection. Her posture was guarded, and her tone was about as welcoming as Behemoth's attitude but I pushed on as only a blond bombshell really can.

"Hi, I'm Victoria, but most people call me Vicky." I started cheerfully. I will admit, a tiny bit of my aura may have slipped into my greeting. "I haven't really met any other girls who were interested in arthropodology and I thought I'd introduce myself to a fellow bug lover. What's your name?" Perkiness, thy name is Vicky.

Maybe I had over done it, because she looked like she wanted to run right then and there but she stood her ground against hurricane Victoria and mumbled, "Taylor."

"Cool. So what kind of bugs did you need 'A Comparison of Hunting Tactics in Arachnids' by... Gusset? Oh god, that man's writing style could drive Scion himself to homicide." She looked at me with surprise.

"Is it really that bad?" She asked in a skeptical tone.

"Definitely." I stated with conviction. "I'd rather sort through a hundred thesis papers to get a piece of info than read one of Gusset's pieces of garbage." I huffed, remembering the all the times I'd tried to discuss the merits of one scientific writer or another with Dean and how flat that had fallen.

"I just wanted to know why black widows eat each other when they're close together." She seemed to remember something and made to hastily explain her interest. "I found a couple widows fighting in my basement. The winner ate the loser."

I smiled. "Widows are pretty territorial. I read an article a whole back talking about how strong spider silk is and how hard it is to harvest, due to the spiders all trying to eat each other. It took these monks in... Madagascar, I think, like 40 years to make one rug, if I remember right..."

We talked like that for hours, sharing facts and observations until Taylor's stomach growled, reminding us that lunch time had come and gone. She blushed cutely and apologized but I waved her off.

"How about we go get some lunch? I know this awesome little deli, about 2 blocks from here. If we hurry we can beat the rush. My treat!" I said as we started to gather the books to return.

"If it's not to much trouble..." She trailed off, uneasy at the thought of accepting anything that might resemble charity.

We chatted over lunch and I began to see the beginnings of a smile on her face as we laughed and joked. That moment when she finally broke out into a full, cheery smile, for just a few minutes, was when I realized that she really was kinda beautiful when she was happy. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but all the same, I wanted to see that smile more. I asked for her number.


* * *

Seven weeks later, I had a girlfriend. Taylor was skittish at first but gentle persistence goes a long way. We had done all the 'new girlfriend' things, like first dates, picnics and a supremely awkward meeting with my ex. Even the dreaded 'Meet the parents' trial all relationships must go through was passed with minimal embarrassment.

Well, on Taylor's side, anyways. Danny was incredibly kind and did his best to make it known he approved of anyone that could make Taylor happy.

When Taylor met my family, she was treated to Amy and Mom having another one of there weird, passive-aggressive fights where they do there best to insult each other without actually sounding like they're fighting. That and Amy gave Taylor a once over then offered me a high five. Which started the fight in the first place.

After Mom and Dad went to bed, I apologized to Taylor in my room. Which led to kissing. Which led to my hands being inexplicably draw to her firm ass. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck and I just lost all control.

My free hand traveled to the hem of her shirt and began a meandering path up her taut belly, under her bra and around her breasts. I couldn't help it, I squeezed. Feeling her breath hitch in response turned me on more than I want to admit. Watching her take off her shirt and unhook her bra for me turned me on more than I can communicate.

If I was drive wild before, I was driven insane now. I used my incredible strength to push her down, onto my bed. The tiny squeak of surprise she made was adorable. I lifted her skirt forcibly off her and held her well toned legs against my body. I kissed her calf lightly and watched the shivers of anticipation run up her body. I left a trail of kisses, leading down her leg towards her crotch. I managed to hold myself back long enough to ask, "Are you okay with this?" She nodded.

With that, I dove in. I tore her panties apart with my teeth to get at the treasure below. I took a moment to appreciate her shaven mound, her already wet pussy and her quivering body.

"Don't just look at it." She protested, "It's embarrassing..."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about here." I teased, "But your right, just looking is wonderful, but there is such a better use for my time."

I lower my head and licked her quim from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue. She gasped and shivered, but not from nervousness this time. I slipped one finger in the bottom of her pussy and began to slowly move it in and out. She moaned as I traced the outline of her sex with my tongue, shoving it in when it reached the finger I was fucking her with. I made this circuit several times before changing it up. When I got down to my finger and stuck my tongue in her again, instead of taking it out and continuing my path, I flicked my tongue upwards, hitting her clit with the tip of my lick.

She surprised me with a sudden and powerful orgasm, her vaginal muscles clenching around my finger like a vice. It struck me as odd, because I usually had to do a lot more to cum when masturbating. Then a thought occurred to me.

"Taylor," I asked, "Was that your first orgasm?" She nodded, her face a brilliant crimson. "Wish you had told me. This really should've been more romantic than just fucking in my room."

She slid down the bed and wrapped me in a tight hug. The feel of her naked body around my clothed one and the searing kiss scorched away any other thoughts. She pulled out of the kiss long enough to say, "I don't need romance. I need you." She kissed me again.

With thoughts of guilt banished, I once more pushed her down but this time I went with her. She pulled my shirt over my head and began to knead my breasts through my bra in a nearly painful frenzy. My right hand slipped down between her legs and I pushed my ring and middle fingers into her. She hissed and tried to arch her back but I pushed her back down. I grabbed both of her slender wrists with my left hand and held them above her head.

With one hand in her pussy, one hand immobilizing her and my mouth roaming her neck and chest, I drove her to three more orgasms. The sight of her clenching and writhing underneath me, of her struggling against my impossible strength triggered instincts I didn't know I had. Guess I found my first fetish. It eventually proved too much for me and I released Taylor's hands and pussy.

While she gasped for breath, I removed my skirt and my ruined panties and threw them into the corner. I crawled over Taylor until I had her head between my thighs and I sat lightly over her laboring chest. I paused for a moment to make a show of licking my juice covered fingers clean, savoring it like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"You taste wonderful." My tone was soft and almost reverent. "Do you want to see if I taste as good to you as you do to me?" She didn't have the breath to say yes, so she merely nodded.

I didn't waste time after that. I sat up, so that my dripping cunt was directly over her face. She eagerly began to eat me out, as I ran my fingers through her beautiful, curly hair. I rode her face until it began to turn red, at which point I lifted myself off of her to let her breathe. She gulped air greedily and sent waves of hot breath over my pussy. The sensation of my lover's breath and the feelings of control and power from seeing her nearly choke on my muff sent me over the edge into the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I squirted clear fluid all over Taylor's face and she turned her head against the downpour.

Spent, I collapsed next to her in my soiled bed, my chest heaving just as hard as hers. After Taylor's breathing normalized, she rolled over to cuddle into my side.

"Vicky," she said, "I think I'm in love with you." Her bright green eyes stared into mine, searching for something.

"I love you, too." I said with as much conviction as I could muster, and I meant it, too. She kissed me fiercely and held me close.

I can not describe to you the feeling of absolute contentment that comes from falling asleep in the arms of someone you love. Some say it's like describing red to the blind. I say it's more like describing a homemade pasta sauce to someone who's only had Chef Boyardee. It was the most beautiful moment of my life to that point.


* * *

As it turns out, parents do not appreciate finding their daughters in bed, naked, with other, equally naked, girls.

Luckily, it was Amy who was found, tangled in bed with Shadow Stalker, a local villain named Tattletale and thirteen pounds of chocolate pudding, all with their masks on. Even Amy, who normally doesn't wear one. Taylor and I snuck out in the confusion.

The Night is For Lovers

(Автор: volantrex)

"Hey Hebert wake up" Sophia's voice cut through the dark.

When dad first brought Miss Hannah home Taylor was less than thrilled. It seemed too soon after mom. The more she got to know Miss Hannah though the more Taylor liked her, and when she learned who Miss Hannah was it was a dream come true. A real life hero! Dating her dad! How cool was that? Even school was bearable when she could come home and here stories about the time Miss Hannah met Alexandria or a funny story about Assault and Battery's antics. She should have known that it couldn't last.

Taylor didn't know what drove Sophia out of her house. All she knew was two horrible things. One Sophia was really Shadow Stalker, a hero like Miss Hannah, thus the PRT responsibility to take care of. And two, Sophia got handsy after patrolling.

"Come on Hebert I know you're awake." Taylor's bed gave a slight groan when Sophia sat on it. Taylor felt a hand grab her shoulder and turn her over. She opened her eyes, and in the dark could make the faint outline of Sophia leaning over her.

"There's my girl." Sophia had a smile full of dark intentions.

"Please Sophia not tonight." Taylor knew it wouldn't help, but she still had to try.

"Yes tonight" Sophia said grasping Taylor's wrists.

"Please, I'm not really in the mood."

"What's the matter honey? Got a head ache?" Sophia mocked moving to straddle Taylor's waist. The feel of the hero's costume was rough through Taylor's pajamas. "Give me five minutes and I get you in the mood."

Taylor's protests were swallowed by the other girl's mouth as Sophia kissed her roughly. Sophia soon pushed her tongue into Taylor's mouth. The dark skinned girl's hands started to caress the prone girl through the thin fabric of her shirt.

A whine emanated from Taylor's throat. Sophia smiled against her mouth. Moving from the other girl's lips she nibbled a trail down her jaw line. Taylor let out a shuddering breath in response.

The hero pushed herself up with a low growl. In a frenzy of motion Taylor's top was pulled over her head. The dark skinned teen latched her mouth onto one of Taylor's nipples. Sucking on it till it hardened the girl than switched over to the other side to do the same. The prone girl's skin flushed as she let out a low moan. Sophia leaned back to a kneeling position.

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