Eliot spends an evening getting to know Inara

Any other so-called "Supervillain" might have immediately invoked wishes, wishing for power, for fame, for their most hated enemies to be humiliated before them, but Eliot wasn't some sociopath, megalomaniac or narcissist. He was simply a man of science who'd been burned far, far too often by the word of magic he'd been thrust into almost involuntarily. As such, he decided to wait until he was safely home - a difficult decision but if his multiple stints in prison had taught him anything, it was patience.

He finished removing the remains of the wreckage with the rest of the construction team and stabilized various structures, once again inwardly amused that he, a former member of the "Wrecking Crew" was now working to clean up the damage of superstrong metahumans rather than cause it. There was a tense moment when he went back to street level, Inara's lamp clinking against his belt, but true to her earlier promise, no one seemed to see or hear it.

His nerdy coworker Eugene waved him over excitedly just as he was about to leave the site. To outsiders, the short, pudgy, balding white guy with coke bottle glasses didn't seem a likely friend to the big, muscular and laconic black construction worker but he was refreshingly free of bias and the only person whom Eliot could discuss engineering and science without having to worry about tripping anyone's suspicions. Eugene only cared about science and wasn't entirely squeaky clean - he'd once created a robot exosuit and fought She-Hulk over the company firing him without cause as part of someone else's evil scheme. How he still had a job, Eliot had no idea, but if he suspected "Darnell Stone" was Thunderbolt he never gave any sign or discussed their nerdier exploits with anyone else.

"Hey, Darnell! Some of us are going out for beers later at that new karaoke place near Yancy Street-"

Luckily, he didn't have to make up an excuse - Eugene's face made a gagging expression as he got an olfactory reminder that his coworker had been working in the sewers all day.

"But, uh, no offense, Darnell, but you might want to grab a shower first. Sorry."

He smiled and nodded.

"None taken. I wouldn't want to to stink up the place with my singing or my stench. Another time?"

"Sure, buddy! Have a good one!"

Eliot nodded and headed off. He was nearly off the construction site when his supervisor, Lenny, waved to get his attention. The old man was a mass of craggy wrinkles and utterly unflappable, having seen it all while cleaning up the wreckage of superhero fights up and down NYC for years.

"Hey, Stone - swing by corporate on your way home. They got a bonus check waiting for ya."

Eliot blinked in surprise. He wasn't expecting any sort of bonus, especially not on a Thursday night.

"I didn't- a bonus? What for?"

"You've been putting in hours, doing the real dangerous stuff - don't think we didn't notice, pal." the old man said, patting him on the shoulder.

Eliot smiled, still shocked at how well everyone at the company treated him, barely managing out a response.

"Oh, um, thank you! I really appreciate that, sir."

"Eh, save the "sir" crap for corporate, it's just Lenny. Speaking of, I made sure to tell 'em to leave your check with Anne at the front desk so you don't gotta make a whole trek up to payroll. Ya should really look into that direct deposit stuff, save you a trip every Friday."

Eliot just nodded and smiled, wishing not for the first time that he could have a bank account instead of shady check cashing agencies - although, he made sure not to do so out loud. Thoughts of the sexy ifrit and her promises of both rewards and penalties flitted across his mind, clouding his features.

Lenny took it as a small rebuke and shrugged.

"Or whaddya I know? Given how many yahoos dressed like animals rob all the banks around here, maybe I'M the idiot."

"On, no, I didn't mean-"

"Eh, don't sweat it. If you hurry, you should be able to get there before they close up."

"Thanks again. Really."

Lenny just smiled and waved him away, already moving to another part of the site.

Thankfully the subway was on time for once and he made it to Damage Control HQ just before they were to close up for the night. He wandered through the front doors into the large lobby where Anne, the reception front desk agent, sat behind a large circular desk, looking faintly bored . . . and ridiculously sexy, as always.

The porcelain-skinned busty brunette was the object of constant ogling and flirtation from both clients and co-workers alike, all of which she shrugged off with a cool demeanor (save for Bart, the CEO's personal assistant, if you believed office rumors). Her wardrobe choices leaving little to the imagination and always skirting the very edge of "Safe for Work" didn't help. Today, she wore a scoop necked black dress that showed off her D (DDs?) cup tits to great advantage and shiny red lipstick that set off her full lips and pale features. If she'd been standing up, he was pretty sure he'd get to see miles of creamy leg and her tight ass as well, but sadly, she was on the phone.

"No, I'm afraid we don't count Krakoa Gates as damage, per se- uh-uh." she said in her low, smoky voice. "Right. Well, I'll reroute you to our landscaping department. Hold please."

He cleared his throat and did his level best to look her in her big, sultry blue eyes.

"Uh, I have a check waiting for me? The name is Darnell Stone-"

She held up a finger with an immaculate manicured nail and bright red tips that matched her lipstick.

"Sorry, thank you for holding. Yes, we do offer full temporal warping insurance- retroactively? Yes, but it will have already cost you extra and you should already have a policy number- uh-huh. Great. Please hold and I'll transfer you."

Her cute nose twitched in disgust and Eliot winced as he realized he still stank of the sewers but otherwise her face didn't change from a look of boredom as she dug into a desk drawer and pulled out a check. She slid it onto the desk in front of her and gave him a thumb's up before moving her hand back to the phone's switchboard, going back to ignoring him completely.

"Damage Control, this is Anne-"

He sighed and picked up the check, which he saw was for the sum of $1,443.32 and labelled "Hazard Bonus," and moved back to exit the door.

As he did so, a private elevator dinged and the CEO, Robin Chapel, stepped out. She'd recently taken over from a much older female CEO, Annie Marie Hoage, but ran just as tight a ship. She reminded him of the actress from the TV show Better Call Saul who played Kim Wexler, not only for her professional, no-nonsense demeanor but also for her long legs and striking blonde hair. She had a much nicer body overall, he couldn't help but noticing, with perky C-cups and an ass that spoke to either long hours at the gym or good genes. Still, since she was his boss's boss's boss, he kept his face completely professional.

"Anne, I'm gone for the day. Bart is still upstairs transcribing all my notes, he has my number if any fires need to be put out." she said, her voice a sweet, higher pitch in contrast to Anne's husky tones. Anne raised a thumb at her and gave her a rare, dazzling smile. Eliot ran to open the door for her.

"Ah, thank you- Darnell, right?"

He nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am."

She regarded him with a curt nod and a small smile, walking past him. Her face didn't even flinch at the stench of the sewer on him, for which he was quietly thankful.

"John Porter hired you on, right?"

He nodded, suddenly a bit concerned. A mid-level associate when they'd met, John Porter knew he was Thunderball but had apparently kept that to himself.

"Well, he's now running our Los Angeles branch, but I've heard good things about you from Lenny and he's hard to impress. Keep up the good work."

He unclenched his his tight shoulders, relaxing and offering a smile

"I will. Thank you, Ma'am."

She just favored him with a quick nod and then walked over to a nearby car service where she was spirited away. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at her ass as she walked away, but shook his head. More than enough time for that sort of thing later on tonight.

By the time he'd taken the subway home to his small apartment in the Bronx, wincing at a group of attractive female upstairs neighbors moving away from him and complaining about his smell as he walked up the steps, he'd had plenty of time to think. Putting his keys in a small bowl in the table, he put on a record - Kind of Blue by Miles Davis - and turned up the volume slightly higher than normal. He usually tried to be a model tenant and cause no fuss with his neighbors but he wanted the sound of the music to cover any conversations he would have with Inara . . . and other things.

He'd hardly begun imagining her ridiculously lush body when she appeared in his meager apartment, taking in his mostly second hand belongings with a faint whiff of disapproval.

"Hmm! Hardly the palace of a sultan but we can always work on that. Oh, but I see you have finished your day of laboring! Have you figured out a wish yet?"

He shrugged out of his shirt and she cooed with delight at his muscular chest, shoulders, arms and back, rubbing her hands all over him.

"Oh, you wish to make use of my body first? Delightful! And so considerate! Most men just get right to the wishing for wealth and power first-"

Eliot had actually not planned on that right now - instead thinking he'd jot down some wish ideas first - but now that she was here and it had been years since he'd been with a woman . . . God, her touch felt good! Warm and teasingly sure, as if she knew exactly how he liked to be touched.

"Well, I- I reek from being down in that sewer all day and was going to shower first, but you're more than welcome to join me if you don't mind the stink . . . and don't plan to trick me into making any ill-conceived wish while we enjoy one another's company."

Inara giggled, swatting his muscular upper arm playfully.

"Oh, you! I don't mind any stench, it's a joy to smell anything after being kept in that lamp for centuries! And I wouldn't dream of sullying our first time with wish talk. Come, let us "shower" together!"

It didn't take him much time to get completely naked and under the warm water of his small shower. Inara made appreciative, lustful noises with each bit of clothes he removed, especially when his boxer briefs slid off and revealed his impressive cock and balls. At 10' soft and with a good girth, he'd never had any complaints, especially given his magically enhanced musculature and stamina.

"I see why they call you Thunderball!" she cooed. "Mmm, you certainly don't need to wish for any improvement in that regard!"

"I'm glad you approve. So, do you plan on doing anything but looking tonight or-"

The ifrit needed no further encouragement. Her lavender silks vanished with a snap of her fingers, revealing her supernaturally sexy body in all of it's glory. He noted that she had a neatly trimmed pussy and thick, dark brown nipples the color of hot chocolate. She was every inch perfect and, for the moment, all his. She slid into the small bathtub with him and pressed her body against his, rising up to kiss him hungrily.

Her whole body radiated heat like a furnace and he could feel her hard nips and big tits squashing up against his muscular abs and chest. His hands reached out and boldly squeezed her full, luscious ass making her moan.

"An ass man! Mmm, I'll keep that in mind . . ." she purred as she explored his body with her hands as well, exciting him further, as if he needed the help. It had been so damn long . . .

Time seemed to skip like a record and his powerful hands were suddenly lifting her up by her thighs as the hot water cascaded down around them. She gasped in delight and wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders just before his thick, black cock slid deep into her hot, waiting pussy for the first time. She cried out in pleasure as he grunted in amazement at how perfectly tight she was, sliding deep inside her with no resistance.

She muttered something in Arabic he didn't understand but was clearly quite positive, given how he saw her purple eyes fluttering briefly before refocusing on him.

"Yessss! YES, fuck me, Eliot, FUCK ME!" she growled, wiggling her hips slowly to piston up and down his cock, and thrust her full tits against him. He didn't need to be told twice.

Their rhythm started out slow and unsteady at first but they quickly fell into a pleasurable groove as they fucked standing up under the hot jets of water, his hands moving from thighs to her ass cheeks as he realized he didn't need to support her weight due to her magic.

"Ungh! Fuck! FUCK!" he groaned loudly. He'd never been much for dirty talk beyond the world's most useful expletive and groans of pleasure, but Inara didn't seem to mind. She seemed to climax almost immediately, then once again when he leaned her back slightly, hair getting caught in the full spray as her head lay against the shower wall and he began sucking on one of her huge tits. She gasped out more Arabic sounding words and then grabbed the back of his head with one of her slim hands and begged for more, this time in English.

"Yes, FUCK ME! FUCK ME ELIOT, YES! JUST like THAT, OH, YES!"

For anyone without superhuman strength, endurance and flexibility their "lowercase k" position might have been uncomfortable or awkward, especially in a slick shower, but it didn't slow either of them down in the slightest. Eventually, however, Inara's impossibly tight, wet pussy working his cock and all the other sensations were too much for him and he climaxed.

"UNGH! FUCK! FUUUUCK!" he roared, cumming deep inside the ifrit, and triggering a climax of hers in return. She bucked her hips back against him and writhed against him wildly, panting and squealing in Arabic.

Eventually, heart pounding and panting, he let her go and she slid off of him with a dancer's grace, purring in satisfaction like a kitten as she did so before sliding around him to hug him tightly from behind, hands tracing up and down his body lazily as her tits pressed into his back.

"That was just SO lovely, Eliot, thank you! I NEEDED that! So many years alone inside that lamp . . . mmm . . . let me clean you. I insist."

Eliot was too breathless to object even if he wanted to and soon, her warm, nimble hands were soaping up his muscular hard frame expertly. As she cleaned him with a washcloth and soap, paying slow and careful attention to his cock and balls, he couldn't help but relax a bit. Well, for certain definitions of "relax" - if her purpose was to get him hard again, she was accomplishing her goal admirably. She sank to her knees in front of him, long curly hair framing her exotic face as she stared up at him with lusty purple eyes.

"Would you like me to taste you, Eliot? Or shall we take this to the bedroom instead?"

Eliot smiled.

"You can taste me . . . but I get to return the favor after in bed."

Inara's eyes widened and then she laughed.

"Oh, I LOVE this century! We are going to have SO much fun together, Eliot!" she purred before taking his length into her warm and willing mouth.

What seemed like hours later, Eliot was spent and sore, his body intertwined with Inara's and covered in sweat. He looked over at the cheap alarm clock on his nightstand and made a noise of small dismay at how late it was. It was 5 minutes past midnight and he had to get up for work in six hours . . . but then again, it was worth it. This had been the best sex of his life.

"So far!" Inara said in a teasing tone. "Thank you for the compliment but you haven't seen anything yet-"

He frowned at her and she pouted.

"Oh, sorry, my reading your mind without your permission is off-putting? Apologies, but I can't stop doing that - just one of the terms and conditions as you'd call them, I'm afraid. Like the penalties and all that."

Eliot's eyes widened as he realized a day had gone by without his having made a wish and they hadn't even discussed what her idea of a "penalty" was or how it would manifest, much less the limitations of his wishes.

"What did you-"

"Relax! Nothing sinister. I just made sure that any woman you meet who arouses you will make sure that your needs are met, should you desire it."

He frowned at her, concerned.

"I didn't-"

"Liar! Oh, you absolutely did!" she said clucking her tongue at him. "All those women ignoring you, treating you as their lackey or less than themselves irks you - as does anyone really, but I focus on the SEXY opportunities. It's kind of my thing, after all."

He sighed heavily.

"Women throwing themselves at me is exactly the sort of attention I expressly don't want to attract. People can't suspect I have your lamp-"

She patted his chest with a smile.

"Don't worry! Part of the penalty is that them servicing your sexual needs will seem completely banal and utterly harmless to everyone around - a simple courtesy like, say, opening a door for someone." she added with a wink.

Eliot sighed again but this time, his heart wasn't really in it. The thought of Anne, his boss Robin, any woman he found attractive, casually servicing him . . .

"Now you're getting it! Don't worry, I can be discrete and I promise all the penalties will be as enjoyable as the sex we've just had together, provided you don't do anything stupid or boring, of course."

"Well, that's a comfort, I suppose. I don't think you-"

Eliot yawned involuntarily. It had been a very long day.

"Sleep now, you're exhausted! Think of your careful, intelligent wishes and we'll discuss them tomorrow . . . after you've had an absolutely LOVELY Friday, that is."

Eliot was going to protest but it was no use, she was right.

"Fine, fine. No tricks." he murmured as his eyes slowly fell closed and he fell into the best sleep he'd had in ages, feeling Inara cuddled up against his side. The last thing he heard was her murmuring something else in Arabic approvingly before he fell asleep in her warm embrace.