Chapter Two

An indeterminate period later, loud knocking penetrated Zane’s slumber.

“Zay-Zay, are you home?” Enquired a sweet voice. “I brought dinner.”

“Five more minutes.” He groaned, then bolted upright, recognizing the caller.

That was a mistake. Zane’s head spun, and a throw pillow stuck stubbornly to his cheek. Swatting the damn thing away, he hurriedly straightened his wrinkled shirt and sniffed an armpit.

Colette was here for date night. He’d forgotten entirely after the trouble downtown. Judging himself passable, Zane checked the apartment for stray socks or dirty dishes, then answered the door.

Beyond it waited an angel with take-out bags in hand.

She was quite tall, standing five feet ten in sensible flats. Rust-blonde hair with faded red highlights was pulled back in an unruly ponytail while big horn-rimmed spectacles rested upon a button nose, magnifying her bright amber eyes. Kissable cupid-bow lips beamed all the warmth of summer at him, before pinching in concern.

“Sugar, what happened? You’re hurt!”

Even worried, she remained unfairly attractive. Her modest work attire, an olive calf-length skirt, white ruffled blouse, and loose brown cardigan, obscured a firm figure that Zane had discovered after some heavy petting.

Colette worked as an archive technician for the state library and dressed the part. A demure, muted beauty hidden amongst the stacks. The type of girl a guy could take home to meet the parents. A flower he yearned to pluck…

A peculiar sensation pulsed in Zane’s middle. Like a second heartbeat, yet somehow not.

“Z-Zay? Uh, may I come in?” She asked, suddenly bashful. Color dusted her sharp cheekbones. “We should tend to those injuries.”

“What? Oh, yeah… sorry, Colly. It’s been a rough day.”

Stepping aside, he accepted the food and ushered her in. Wobbled unsteadily, she tripped on the threshold, collapsing against him.

“Oops,” Colette gasped, draping arms around Zane’s shoulders and nuzzling his neck. “How clumsy of me.”

“I’ve got you.” He replied. Her breasts squished into him through their many layers of clothing. Full and springy. His heart skipped a beat. “Come on in, babe.”

Something was… different.

They’d been dating for several months and taking things slow. Colette was polite, kind-hearted, and as conservative as her sense of fashion suggested. She enjoyed long walks and holding hands in the park. The bookish blonde became flustered over public displays of affection, though she proved to be an excellent kisser in private.

But Zane had occupied second base for longer than he liked.

And Colette wasn't without eccentricities of her own. She had an odd habit of disappearing at the damnedest times, only to turn up again hours later, sheepish and apologetic. The girl could get lost in a paper bag, given how often she arrived late for a date–or sometimes not at all–because of her professed inability to navigate the congested city streets.

It was simultaneously frustrating and cute as hell.

So when Zane's shy, reserved girlfriend started pawing at him as he half-carried her to the couch, it triggered alarm bells. Anything was possible in New Avalon.

“Are you feeling alright, Colly?” He asked, easing her onto the cushions. “No weird happenings or anything today?”

“Nope, nothing special.” She clung to his hand, unwilling to let go, sniffing profoundly and then perking up. “Oh, did you hear the Ladies of Liberty took down Dr Ruthless? Talk about exciting!”

Zane almost developed a facial tick at the mention of the incident. Colette was a massive fan of the LoL (an unfortunate acronym for a group of dead-sexy heroines who wanted to be taken seriously), obsessively soliciting his opinion on the squad, and especially her idol; Kinetica.

“Yeah, I think I caught a bit of it.” He said meaningfully, itching at a fresh scab. The pulsing in his center intensified. “Maybe a little more than is strictly healthy.”

Her face became ashen at the implication, eyes widening in dismay. The grip on his hand tightened. “Oh no, you were there? Sugar, are those cuts a result of… their actions?”

Assigning culpability in life-or-**** circumstances wasn’t simple; and was a mire in which Zane didn’t wish to get bogged. Heroes had the unenviable task of making hard decisions in critical situations. For better or worse, they fought for the greater good. Sometimes that meant paying the butcher's bill with a few innocent lives to save countless more.

“They blew the top floor off that building as if it were made of Lego. Did anyone consider the bystanders down below?” Apparently, his tongue wasn’t so forgiving. The words tasted bitter. “Sure, I’m still kicking but others aren’t.”

Tears gathered on Colette’s cheeks and regret stabbed his gut. She wasn’t to blame…

“Oh Zay-Zay! I’m real sorry you were hurt.” The normally bashful blonde bawled, pulling him into a rib-crushing hug. Jesus, she was strong! “Wait here. I’m going to fix everything.”

She darted to the cramped bathroom, returning with the first-aid kit she’d given him on their one-month anniversary. It had been such a Colette gift, symbolizing her caring, nurturing nature.

After four years of courting **** by merely residing in New Avalon, Zane had all but wept at her thoughtfulness.

“Ta-take off your shirt, please.” She stammered, settling onto the couch again. “I need to ch-check your injuries.”

She was blushing up a storm, yet her expression was determined. There was iron in that gaze. He removed the blood-stained business shirt, grimacing in pain. Blood flowed where the cotton had staunched his abrasions.

“Oh, Sugar…”

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” Zane hissed when she dabbed antiseptic on a nasty scratch above his sternum. Her touch was wonderfully gentle. “The paramedics wouldn’t have discharged me if–”

“You shouldn’t have been there in the first place.” Colette sobbed, her eyes misty. A delicate hand alighted on his trouser leg, perilously close to someplace intimate. “The police were supposed to surround the building, keeping the public out of harm's way.”

He didn’t disagree, choosing to sit in silence while the peculiar pulsing within him escalated to pounding as his manhood stiffened at her proximity. She always smelled great, like a forest breeze in autumn. However, Zane detected a different note to her scent today. A musky hint that was undeniably feminine and incredibly arousing.

“Sure, I guess?” He was rock-hard already, confused by her unusual scent and nearness. “Don’t know much about police procedure.”

Colette gilded soft fingers across his unremarkable torso. Tending to the damaged flesh, often leaning in to kiss a bruise or scrape. Quiet, affectionate mewls escaped as her hand on his thigh drifted higher.

Zane jerked when she licked his nipple. Circling her tongue before stropping her face against his chest. Inhaling him like a junky.

“Ah, Colly?” He gasped when she located his turgid shaft. Dainty digits curled around the bulge, stroking it through his pants. “Are you sure this is–”

“Shhhh… Zay-Zay. Let me take care of you.” Colette cooed, trailing smooches down Zane’s belly, unzipping his fly. “I want to balance the scales between us. You were hurt today because…” She faltered, shocked by his engorged length as it sprung free, “God, you have a huge cock!”

His rigid tool loomed like an obelisk casting a shadow over the blonde’s bespectacled face. Zane stared in amazement at its obscene dimensions. Vulgar and crude, his impossibly girthy dick extended well above her head, leaking viscous precum from the bulbous tip.

“What the–?!”

The preposterous prick in her small hand was not the one Zane was intimately familiar with. It was immense–ludicrously so when compared to the rest of his body. A veiny meaty fuckpole rearing skyward.

It was also very sensitive and… glowing?

Zane blinked.

No, he wasn’t hallucinating. His gigantified boner emitted a barely perceptible yellow aura that thrummed to the phantom beat in his center.

Colette hadn’t seemed to notice, which was surprising since she was basically eye-to-eye with his spunk-bubbling urethra, which drizzled white onto her glasses as she stroked him.

“Uh, Colly.” Zane warned through the bolts of pleasure her touch induced. “I don’t think–”

“Your cock smells so delicious, Sugar. I’d never guessed you were hiding something this extraordinary from me.” His girlfriend wetted her plump lips, and the scent of her sharpened. “May I take a tiny taste? Just a little lick, please?”

She had slipped into a partially crouching position on the floor, her head in Zane’s lap. It looked uncomfortable, being half-bent over his knee, but the entreaty in her amber gaze and the way she was stroking him…

“Ah, fuck. But only a little, okay?” He relented.

“Thank you, thank you! Mmmmnph~...”

Colette pounced with the eagerness of a hungry lioness. Extending her tongue, she swirled it around his corpulent crown, gathering up his pungent spend. In an instant, her pupils dilated to the size of saucers, and the once-demure blonde started to tremble.

“Shit, babe, are you okay?” Zane panicked, steadying her by the shoulders. “Speak to me!”

“Am-ambrosia… nectar of the g-gods…” The words came out slurred as Colette swished the creamy load like mouthwash and swallowed. “Need more, Zay. Please, g-give me more…”

“This is bad; we should stop," he began when suddenly an invisible **** slammed down, pinning him to the couch.

“Nooo, can’t stop.” She whined with a deranged gleam in her eyes. Zane’s struggles proved futile against the unseen bonds. “You can’t cut me off after one teensy sample. Please, Sugar. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“Jesus, Colly! Wait, something is wrong–AAAH!” He yelped as his pants were ripped away in a flurry of broken stitching to fly across the room.

Unimpeded, Zane’s seemingly-possessed girlfriend returned to gobbling his monster-cock. Everything melted under the slobbery **** of her lips and tongue. The will to resist evaporated as she slurped and gurgled loudly, fucking her pretty face on his unreasonable rigidity.

Months of pent-up precum boiled out of him, which she sucked down like a pilgrim lost in the desert. Shaking and moaning whorishly before resurfacing for air. Her silky-soft hand never stopped jacking him.

“Mm-hmm, that’s the stuff.” Colette gulped another mouthful. Shuddering in obvious ecstasy. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, Zay-Zay. I’m going to get you off with my tight lips and throat, then drink every drop of your incredible seed.”

The smell of her was everywhere. A spicy tang that kept Zane standing stiff at attention–his uber-hung dick strobing yellow light in her pumping grasp. A detail she was clearly too out of her mind to notice.

“I can feel it inside me. Doing things to me. Altering me in ways that feel unbelievably good and somehow right.” She continued, laying a loving smooch on his angry tip. “You want it as much as I do, don’t you? To fill my empty belly with your scrummy load? Wanna see how wet you’ve made me?”

Not waiting for a response, Colette’s frumpy clothing disintegrated in a cloud of shredded fabric. Her cardigan, blouse and long skirt were whisked away in tatters to join his pants in a corner.

Despite the abject insanity, Zane’s breath hitched.

She was gorgeous, more than he dared dream on the loneliest of nights.

Taut and toned as a top collegiate athlete, her plain white bra and boyshorts did nothing to detract from the sensual wonderland that was her jaw-dropping figure. Full, high breasts capped a slender torso while her narrow waist, round hips and peachy rear sent Zane’s heart rate through the roof.

The boyshorts were soaked translucent, and her three-inch thigh gap glistened with free-flowing juices. That pervasive, primal scent inundated Zane’s nostrils anew.

“Like what you see, Sugar? Mmmm… I love how you taste on my lips. You're going to give me an oral fixation.” Colette shook out her rust-blonde ponytail, letting the pink-tinged locks tumble over her shoulders. “Now relax. Let me take care of this perfect cock.”

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