No

"No, you cannot go." For one, you are still quite steamed at his attempted ****, but also, if you let him go, he could warn his bosses that you're coming. You can't be having that. "In you go." Superhuman strength isn't one of your powers, but catching him off guard with a shove, the dealer tumbles backward and you help him fall into the open dumpster behind him. Before he can get up, you slam the lid shut and melt it closed to lock him in.

"Hey! Let me out!" He pounds on the lid to no avail. "It smells like ass in here, yo!" You ignore him though and fly up out of the alley. Three blocks over, you find the building you were looking for. From what you can tell from the air, there are no guards posted outside. Probably would make it too suspicious looking if they did. The orange door is next to a larger set of cargo doors, but those appear to be the only entrances. You could just blast through the roof and make your own entrance, but there's no telling what kind of damage or casualties that might cause. The most reasonable way in is going to be through the door.

You land and approach the orange metal door. Still no people in sight, but there is a security camera, so you'll have to act quickly if you want to get the drop on them. Rushing up to the door, you try to turn the handle, but it is, of course, locked. There's a keypad, but you don't have time for that, so you superheat the door and it falls as you melt it off its hinges. The loud slam of the metal door hitting the floor announces your presence as you step inside. It's not a particularly large warehouse. There are several vats and other chemical distillation setups throughout the place. A handful of workers in surgical masks and labcoats turn and stare at you from their stations.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Knocking in my door..." A tall, muscular tan man in a white suit with slicked back dark hair steps out from the side office. You quickly recognize him from your welcome packet as Manny Fuchs aka The Cobra. He's the head of one of the local gangs and has managed to slither his way out of trouble on several occasions, either somehow being released from custody, or avoiding capture altogether. You didn't have time to read how he does that though.

"The name's Flame, and I hope you have the fire department on speed dial, cause this place is about to burn!"

"Hahaha You mean when you crash and burn?" Damn it, that sounded way better in my head. "You think you're the first wannabe hero who's tried to shut us down? Ice this bitch." It turns out the workers are also the guards as they pull various firearms out from under their labcoats. Shit! You quickly increase your outer temperature to a level that will vaporize any incoming bullets. Darting around the room, you launch fireballs at the gunmen, spraying shattered glass everywhere as you destroy the lab equipment in the process. A few more explosions, and you've knocked out all the henchmen, leaving you and Fuchs as the only ones left standing - or hovering in your case.

"Give it up, Fuchs. Your operation is toast!" You figure you'll give him one last chance to surrender before you roast him.

"Okay, Flame. You got me," he responds with an almost eerie calmness. He has his hands halfway up, palms toward you in a non-aggressive posture. "You deserve a reward for capturing me."

"Uh.. Getting your **** off the streets is reward enough for me," you say, not sure where he's going with this.

"Oh but you deserve much more." He starts walking toward you from across the room. "You worked yourself into such a frenzy subduing my men. I bet your skin isn't the only thing that's on fire." You squeeze your legs together as you suddenly become aware of a building desire inside. It's not uncommon for you to get a little excited after a battle, but this is more than usual. A LOT more. And what's that smell? "Ah I can see it is true. And I will gladly stoke those flames as your reward. If you desire..." Fuchs undoes his belt and allows his pants to fall to his ankles. Your jaw goes slack as you see his long, hard Cobra released. Somewhere along the way, you stopped hovering, standing instead, and now, unable to focus on anything but the cock in front of you and the boiling sexual energy inside, your flames drop as well.

"Maybe just a quick..." you don't quite finish the thought out loud, but your hand finds its way under your panties to rub your now-dripping pussy.

"Yes, Flame. Breathe deeply. Breathe it in." Breathe what in? you think as you unconsciously deepen your breaths. "I know you can feel it. Doesn't it feel good?" Sooo good - You slowly nod in response. "That's my PX, which you conveniently released into the air while you were busy destroying my lab." A lightbulb goes on inside, but you're already too far gone to care. "And now, that makes you nothing but a hot, sex-crazed slut." Deep down, you want to torch him for saying that, but for some reason it just makes you even hornier and all you do is moan in response as you start plunging your fingers into your steaming slit.

Fuchs has now walked all the way up to you, and face to face, he's quite the attractive man. But really all you can think about is taking a ride on his pole, which stands erect, almost poking you in the belly button. "I have a burning question for you, my little firebird," he says as he reaches behind you and unties your top. You do nothing to stop him as your breasts are exposed, your pink puffy nipples swollen with desire. He gives your tits a firm squeeze, drawing out a little whimper from your lips. "Do you want a taste of The Cobra?" You can't hold back any longer, ripping your thong down and pouncing on the studly man in front of you. He rolls you and you end up on the bottom, but you don't care, as long as you can get that cock inside of you in a flash.

Spreading your legs, Fuchs thrusts his cock deep inside you. The **** and the dick combine for a more intense pleasure than you have ever felt before in your life. Your eyes roll back as he slides his long, hard cock in and out and in and out. It's sensory overload as you cum one...twice...thrice... "Open wide, my little firebird." You're barely conscious as the jizz rains down on your face....

You bolt upright, your mind cleared of the lusty haze. Sitting on the cold floor, you are suddenly aware of your nudity. You quickly wrap an arm across your chest and crotch, but upon looking around, it appears you are now alone in the warehouse, so you relax a little as you quickly retrieve your uniform and re-dress. You're not really sure how long you were out, but if the cum dripping off your face is any indicator, it hasn't been too much time. Shit, I really fucked this one up. You try to clean yourself off the best you can before you turn your flames back on and head for the exit. Maybe if I can sneak out of here, nobody will find out...

"Niiice work." You are greeted with a slow, sarcastic clap as you leave the building.