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Chapter 18
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Sexy archery contest part 2: A different kind of 'mounted archery', can Arrowlette win and avoid the creampie?
Part of you wants to wonder if some part of you wanted something like this to happen when you came to Acropolis to become a hero. You can't say the situation hasn't gotten you a little wet. But, you justify to yourself, getting distraught and showing fear is just what the evil people want to see! The best thing you can do is put a brave face on it and make it out like it's no big deal.
You take a deep breath as you dig your knees into the man's bare thighs and dangle your hips above his upright shaft. If this guy is as unsuccessful with girls as that crazy witch implied, then it's a good bet that he has a lot saved up, ready. Will he even be able to last long enough for you to finish shooting? The prospect of getting another 10 points towards your score doesn't feel terribly worth it. You've never had unprotected sex before. It seems like the kind of thing that should be done in a romantic, intimate setting... it's bitterly ironic that you had that reassurance all the times when you were already safe and comfortable with who you were with, yet now, captured by criminals and with the eyes of dirty perverts watching you, you'll be playing with fire, biologically speaking. Even though it should make you feel mortified, you've never felt more excited
"Make sure you control yourself, okay? I'm... going to put it in now." you say bashfully as you grip his spit-slicked cock in your white gloved hand and rub the head back and forth over your labia. "You'll have to give me a minute to get used to it, I've, um, never done it on top like this before."
"Oho, Arrowlette seems like's not wasting any time. Girls these days have such loose morals, don't they? Or perhaps she's just that well-trained." the woman teases you as you ease the slippery head of Jiro's cock past your gates. She keeps making fun of you: "We hope you are all enjoying the show. I thought about taking off her chest-piece but we wouldn't want her to cut herself in a very sensitive place on a bowstring... and besides, it isn't as if she has very much up there to show."
"S-shut up!" you blush, looking over your shoulder at her. "You've got small boobs too, you evil hag!"
"Let me give her a little bit of help to set the expected pace." the woman in the mask says, smiling wickedly as she comes up behind you. She wraps her hands around your narrow waist and pushes you down. "Auhhhhh!" you gasp as you feel yourself suddenly being filled with hard male flesh, the whole shaft slipping right up into you. Not giving you any chance to recover, she picks you up with surprising strength and then drops your hips on his again. Soon, everyone can hear the sound of your ass slapping against the cute guy's hips as you bounce on his lap, and when she takes her hands away, you continue at the pace she set almost without thinking.
"Oh no... I gotta... I gotta start now or I'll never make it in time..." you gasp, your voice wavering as you get the rhythm of hopping up and squatting down on him. As it turns out, even if it weren't for the feeling of your pussy-walls squeezing around him each time you sit down on his penis, just the up-and-down motion, and having to shoot while squatting down instead of standing, makes your task incredibly difficult. Twang, twang, twang. The first two arrows miss completely and the third only pegs the outer ring.
"Hey... this is unfair making me do all the work..." you say, your heart rate rising due to exertion as well as pleasure. "Excuse me, Mr., um... Mr. Guy I'm Having Sex With..." you say, blushing and biting your lip, "could you please help me a little?" Obligingly, and without waiting for Oba-san to confirm, Jiro puts his hands under your pale, springy butt cheeks and begins pushing you up and down. You go a few times to get the rhythm. He is keeping the pace slow and steady... maybe he really does want to help you? Or maybe he just doesn't want to cum too quickly. Even though it's not as intense a kind of stimulation as the vibrator and you don't think it'll make you orgasm nearly as quickly, the sensation of being filled when you stretch your pussy around his rod down to the base is undeniable.... and distracting. And because of the stability, you have **** but to try and time the shots you're taking for when he's completely inside you and your butt is resting on his muscular hips.
"Yay!!" you exclaim in a breath gasp as, after another miss, you finally peg a bullseye. "Now I just need to- EEK!" Without your notice, the other, jealous-looking thugs have been wheeling the camera around to the side so it can see your lovely little ass bouncing up and down on the guy's lap. As it does, Jiro starts slipping his index finger into your asshole. It makes you clench around his cock suddenly, which, judging by his soft groan of pleasure, is exactly why he did it... and, worse, it makes you miss another shot. Only four arrows left.
"Ahh, seems like she doesn't appreciate interest in her 'secondary target'. But it's all part of the bet, Arrowlette." Oba-san laughs haughtily again.
You squint and gulp. Time to change strategies. You take advantage of Jiro's hands being occupied and sit down hard on his cock, taking him in all the way to the base again, which limits how much he can move his finger and gives you a stable base. You try not to think about what a clear picture the watching gamblers are getting of him balls-deep inside you and you aim as best you can with your quivering fingers. Thwip, an inner ring hit! You start grinding your hips against his... which feels incredibly good, the shaft of his cock stimulating you all around inside and his pubic area grinding against your dewy feminine lips. It gives you a lot more stability. Your next shot is also an inner ring hit. Two arrows left and you only need 7 points to win!
"That's minus three points so far." The woman says. You half-turn around, making Jiro grunt with surprise and pleasure as you juice yourself on his cock like a lemon. "Wha... uhnnhhh... why?!" you squeak in dismay.
"I warned you before. You weren't moving quickly enough. I gave you a grace period, but keep it up and I'll deduct more." the woman says harshly. "You had better aim carefully. If you lose the game... mmm, I have some ideas for the next one so we could mark how you lost to us. I think your body would look nice with a few piercings, though."
Your eyes widen and you tremble... not so much out of fear but because you feel the heat in your abdomen becoming unbearable again. Since when were you this sensitive? Is this horrible situation actually turning you on so much?
"Mr. Assistant," you say as you rise and fall on him, "I... want you to help me..." you lower your voice to an embarrassed whisper, "I want you to help me come again. N-not because I want to! It's just the only way. Please."
"O-kay." he says distractedly, clearly speaking through gritted teeth.
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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
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