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Chapter 30
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micdan282
What's next?
Desires
His shirt was off, revealing a toned chest and abs that looked like they'd been chiseled from marble. His shorts hung low on his hips, hinting at the treasure that lay beneath. Locking eyes with her, Lawrence's smirk widened."Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Didn't expect to see you here."
Rikki sauntered over, her confidence a weak facade.
"Lawrence, can we talk?"
Lawrence's eyes darkened with lust.
"What makes you think I'm in the mood to talk?"
"I didn't think you'd be able to resist," Rikki shot back her voice laced with a mix of challenge and desire. Lawrence chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Rikki's spine.
"You're playing with fire, Rikki. But I can see how badly you want to _talk. _Come on." He grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs, past the curious eyes of his fraternity brothers. Once inside his room, Lawrence closed the door and pushed Rikki against it, his body pressing into hers.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before you cam back to me," He teased, running a hand down her face. Rikki bit her lip and ran her hands over his torso.
"Fuck I need this," She moaned. The attraction was unbearable now, she was going to explode. She needed him inside her, needed to feel the stretch of his cock filling her up.
"You're ****, aren't you?" he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You need my cock."
Rikki's pride bristled at his words, but her body betrayed her, melting into his touch.
"Yes," she admitted, hating how much she wanted this. Lawrence chuckled, a sound that was both infuriating and arousing.
"Say it," he commanded, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Beg for it."
"Please," she whispered, her cheeks burning with shame and desire. "I need your dick."
Lawrence didn't need any further encouragement. He lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He stripped her with an urgency that matched her own, exposing her breasts, her stomach, the neatly trimmed triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs. His eyes roved over her body, drinking in the sight of her, flushed and wanton. Rikki reached for him, pulling him down on top of her. Their mouths crashed together, a frenzy of tongues. Lawrence's hands roamed over her curves, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped with pleasure. He kissed his way down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached her pussy, he paused, looking up at her with a wicked grin.
"I've been thinking about tasting you again," he said, his voice rough with need. Before Rikki could respond, Lawrence buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her wetness. He sucked on her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, driving her wild with each expert stroke. Rikki's hips bucked against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place as she rode the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
Lawrence pulled away just as she was on the brink of orgasm, leaving her teetering on the edge.
"Not yet," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I want to feel you come on my cock." Rikki watched hungrily as Lawrence shed the last of his clothing, revealing his impressive erection. She licked her lips, eager to feel him inside her. Lawrence grabbed a condom from the nightstand, but Rikki grabbed his hand.
"No, I want to feel all of you," she said, her voice husky with desire. Lawrence smiled wickedly and tossed the condom aside. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slick folds. With one thrust, he was inside her, filling her up. Rikki moaned out, her body stretching to accommodate his girth. The sensation was overwhelming and left her gasping for air. Lawrence set a punishing rhythm, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. Rikki met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The room was filled with the sounds of their slapping flesh, ragged breaths, and load moans of ecstasy.


As they moved together, the nanobots in Rikki's system amplified every sensation, turning her nerves into live wires. She could feel every ridge and vein of Lawrence's cock as he plunged into her, the friction sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Her orgasm built quickly, a tight coil of tension winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. Lawrence seemed to sense how close she was, and he reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that was all it took to send Rikki over the edge. She came with a scream, her pussy clamping down on Lawrence's cock as waves of pleasure washed over her.
What's next?
Perils of a Novice Superheroine
A generic superheroing setting drenched with sex and scandal
Acropolis City, the center of super-human and caped crusader activity in this particular world - with its own dizzying highs and lows, high-tech skylines and slums standing in stark, four-color contrast, it provided everything that a costumed megalomaniac or masked vigilante could ask for. In fact, as is usually the case where colorful masked characters are the norm, it has become something of an institution by this point. But although the mere existence of costumed heroes and villains no longer shocks people, these people - who, by their very nature, thrive on attention - keep finding new ways to stand out from the crowd and attract the eye. This last goal tends to get a lot of emphasis in the most simple, sexualized way possible. For reasons that the world's most brilliant scientists have yet to explain, latent super-abilities seem to manifest more often in women than men by a ratio of 3 to 1 or more. This is true even when the superpower isn't "natural"; paranormal artifacts fall into their hands, esoteric martial arts schools never seem to have a male heir, the technological prototypes they test always seem to be the ones that are most easily used or abused for good and evil. Unfortunately, the glory days of the past where citizens were happy to see any old masked do-gooder show up are over - in recent years, Acropolis City has established a ranking system of heroes where those who get high marks from the citizens and resolve incidents are rewarded with corporate sponsorships and (most coveted of all) seats at the prestigious League of Propriety. Those who intimidate the populace, cause excessive collateral damage, or simply don't excite anyone, garnering low rankings, get 'asked' to move to less prestigious cities. Few superheroes want to get stuck battling clans of villainous hillbillies and corrupt small-town sheriffs for the rest of their careers, so they're always eager to please the influential citizens of Acropolis City (judges, eminent scientists, first responders, and of course the all-important reporters). On the other side of the law, a similar dynamic predominates; only the most glamorous and charismatic costumed ne'er-do-wells can make it in this town. And so, the novice superheroines just learning the ways of battling for justice and order, without any team to back them up, always end up patrolling the skeeviest, most undesirable slums of the city and taking on the most thankless rescues. As if that weren't bad enough, most of them feel obliged to dress in ways that get more outlandish and revealing with every passing year while they fight the good fight and/or feed their craving for attention, depending on how you see the 'cape life'. As if that weren't troublesome enough, the superhuman mutations that make so many of these heroes' careers possible also result in greatly increased sexual sensitivity, particularly in females. The adventures and misadventures that these spandex-clad lady crusaders get into are often too hot to print for the kind of comics that their young admirers would read. Messy mistakes will be made, but you don't want to disappoint your readers, do you? So let the League know what kind of superheroine you are, your chosen name, powers, and appearance, and they'll send you out on your first patrols. Good luck.
Updated on Dec 27, 2025
by micdan282
Created on Nov 30, 2016
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