It's never a good idea...

Behind Carly's head, you see the crescent moon emerge from behind a cloud, and look back at Artemis, quickly drawing your gun. Not quickly enough, however, as white light begins to shine from behind the thick vines encasing the teenager, too bright to look at for more than a second. Not that it lasts much more than a second, before Artemis's organic cage is obliterated in a colossal, tinkling explosion. A flying chunk of vine slams into your hand, knocking away the dart gun, as another much larger chunk slams into your chest, knocking you to the ground. You struggle back to your feet, blinking the white imprint you can still see with your eyes closed, trying to get the ringing out of your head as you scan the area for your dart gun. As you spot it, you see Artemis duelling with Foxgloves, hands and fists against a writhing mass of vines which keep tugging her back to earth. You finally retrieve your gun and aim it at the archer, but pause as you see her entire foot and lower leg glowing with a silver halo.

"Foxgloves, look out!"

Your shout is too late, as Artemis's high kick shreds its way through several vines to connect with Carly's chin, sending the half-plant girl flying twenty metres down the road. You don't think, raising your weapon and firing it as Artemis even as she takes flight. You give a grunt of relief as you see the red tip lodge itself through her boot and into her calf. Artemis seems caught off guard, collapsing out of the sky to land shakily on her feet. She plucks the dart from her leg, and examines it carefully, before holding it up for you.

"What did you shoot me with?"

"Something to help you relax," you answer. "That's all we wanted from the start."

Artemis stares at you indignantly. "Well I - I..." Suddenly she bites her lip and grabs her tits with one hand, the other going to her crotch. "I - I'm so fucking horny, why am I so wet, oh God..." You watch with fascinated delight as she pulls off her top and cape, releasing breasts that are even bigger than you expected, which she kneads with all her strength. "I... I need you to fuck me, Alpha Man. Ahh... If you don't fuck me here, I think I'll die, I need you sooooo fucking bad..."

Who are you to refuse a girl - a hot, half-naked girl - what she wants?

You pull Artemis into the alley, and slam her against a wall, ripping her mask from her face to reveal a youthful, pretty face, with high cheekbones, a pointed jaw and sharp black eyebrows. You kiss her lovingly, savouring her soft lips against yours, enjoying the squeeze of her breasts in your hands - but Artemis is having none of it. She spins you around with unexpected strength to press you against the wall, simply devouring your mouth, mashing her tits against your chest, grinding her hips into you.

"How do you want me?" she breathes in your ear, as you grope her tight ass.

"How do you want me to take you?" you counter, a mischievous look in your eye.

"I don't fucking care!" cries Artemis, grabbing her now-sodden crotch again. "Just get that cock out and fuck me!"

No arguments from you there - and there's been something, or rather, two things, that have been distracting you all night. You **** the archer to her knees with a push, then draw your longsword. Taking hold of her tits, you guide them into place around your cock, and give the desperately horny girl a nod. Understanding your intention, Artemis begins giving you a furious titjob, squeezing her breasts against your cock as hard as she can whilst lifting herself up and down with her back arched, letting out little happy whimpers.

Before long, she pauses to gather up your copious precum with her hands and smear it over her globes, moaning and quivering in orgasm as she does so, before resuming at a much faster pace. She opens out her tongue, eagerly jamming her mouth over your engorged head each time she drops down. Looking over her arched back as she leans against you, you have a great view of her round, strong butt encased in soaked navy fabric. You bury your hands in her thick, silky hair, surrendering yourself to the sensations between your legs. Artemis only ups the pace, squeezing her soft tits even more tightly against your iron-hard shaft, letting out little noises of ecstasy whenever her mouth isn't full of your meat. After thirty seconds, she shakes from another orgasm, moaning into your cock, but never gives up her task. Her tits engulf even your giant member, and she worships it for all she's worth, using herself to pleasure you with every ounce of her ability. After twenty seconds, she cums again, clinging onto your cock as she writhes frantically, **** to touch herself but even more **** to keep hold of you. She barely pauses for a moment, rubbing those big, soft breasts up and down your shaft, and looks up at you with bright green eyes as she rapidly approaches her fourth orgasm.

"Please cum for me, baby," the vigilante moans, biting her lip frantically. "I want you to cum all over me. I need you to cum all over me. Please, I'm begging you, I fucking need your cum, oh fuck, I'm coming, oh God, oh fuck..."

As Artemis screams into the night air, you release your load, firing it upwards into her face, her mouth, her hair, and falling back down to paint her tits white. She swallows down as much of your semen as she can, crumpling to the ground, with barely the strength to lift a breast to her mouth and lick it clean. Or cleaner, at least. As your cum makes its way to her stomach, her eyelids flutter and she passes out, covered in your cum.

Leaving the teenager to sleep, you wipe off your sword and sheathe it, then head to check on Carly. You find the photosynthetic femme crumpled against a car, her head bent at an angle which immediately tells you her neck is broken.

"Carly!" you exclaim, sprinting the remaining distance to cradle her. "God, I'm sorry, I should have done more..."

"Shut up, dumbass." You look in surprise at your partner's face, to find her watching you with a tired smile, her orange eyes wide and lucid. "I'll be fine. It's pretty hard to break the neck of even a half-plant like me, and we're pretty good at regrowing. Hurt like a bitch though."

"Well, thank goodness you're alright," you laugh, cradling her head as you help her to sit up.

"What happened to you and Artemis though?"

"Well well well. Mr Abbott. What have we here." Carly looks at you slyly, her neck already healed, as the two of you stand over Artemis's drooling, cum-soaked body.

"Honestly, it wasn't me," you hold your palms up in mock innocence. "She was the one who initiated, and insisted on it the whole way through."

"You've got to go easy on us poor girls," Foxgloves smirks, putting Artemis's top and cape back onto her. "One day you'll break one of us. Not that I wouldn't want to be broken that way." She looks at you with lidded eyes, before turning back to Artemis. Despite her slender frame, the green-skinned heroine picks up the other girl like she weighs nothing, hoisting her over her shoulder like a rag doll. "I'll carry her to your bike."

"I'll bring yours around then," you offer.

"Oh no no no," chuckles Carly, though there is a serious edge to her voice. "Here - you take sleeping beauty. I'll bring my bike around."

Laughing, you comply. By the time you make it back to your motorbike, 'sleeping beauty' has begun to stir.

"What... what happened to me?" The raven-haired girl looks around foggily, as you place her back on her feet. "I - why am I wet?" She sniffs herself. "Mmmm... hey, wait... is this...? Eww!"

"You passed out for a while there," Foxgloves answers, not even trying to keep the malicious grin off her face. "Looks like you fucked Alpha Man here pretty hard."

"I what?" blinks Artemis, turning to you sharply and then clutching her head. "Did you... you must have done something to me!"

You glance at Carly, who gives you a quick wink, assuring you of her secrecy. "I only remember you insisting I fuck you, so I tried to satisfy you in the least intrusive way I could think of. Do you remember it differently?"

"But I... I would never..." insists Artemis, looking between you and Foxgloves desperately, before giving up the fight with her confused memories. "No. I don't know what came over me. I just remember feeling so... so..." Carly raises an eyebrow. "So horny," finishes Artemis in a whisper.

"Well, he is a stud," grins Foxgloves, taking her by the shoulder. "I don't really blame you for throwing yourself at him. Here - I'll even let you ride on the back seat of his bike with him."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"We came here because we were hoping you might join our little group," you explain to her sincerely. "We're a team of independent heroes: we need a talented martial artist to teach us, and you need friends to have your back. You've been doing a lot of good here, but the government is going to track you down sooner than you think. And when they find you, they'll offer you a choice between following their every political whim or imprisonment. We're offering you a chance to escape that, and join a team who fight when and where we're needed, not when someone else says so."

"Trust me, we're not that bad. Most of the time," laughs Foxgloves.

"So are you in?" you ask her, looking her right in the eye.

Artemis's green irises flit back and forth, but then they settle on your eyes. "I'm in."

"Welcome to the as-yet-unnamed squad, Artemis!" your partner cheers, giving her a fist-bump. "I'm Carly, a.k.a. Foxgloves."

"Michael," you introduce yourself, extending a hand. "Or Alpha Man."

"Holly," blushes the young archer. "I think we've met."