Surely nothing can go wrong doing 'grappling practice' with a crude, lecherous alpha-male like this, right? (M/F)

You are really starting to think that Panda's "healing technique" she used on you had some side effects, because being alone with a guy now is making you feel a pleasant heat spreading through your chest and hips. And you realize that there's a wet spot starting to grow in the crotch of your swimsuit-style costume. The fact that it's colored white means that you have to keep your legs close together or else the damp spot between your legs will surely be visible. You can't get the teasing thought out of your mind of wondering if a certain part of Mike is as big as the rest of him.

It's a pretty small, cramped room where you find yourself, probably a storage room before the vigilantes renovated this place into their hideout. Aside from a table, there is a small impromptu boxing ring set up. And aside from gloves and pads, there are also several knives, baseball bats, and even a couple of machetes.

"Heh heh. Like my training room? I'd actually prefer to settle things without guns, if I could wish 'em all away with a magic wand somehow. One of the ways I've been helping toughen Daisaku up and showing him not to overestimate himself is by having him take one of those bats or knives and telling him to come at me with them. He's getting better at it - last week, I actually needed a band-aid after it was done." Mike says arrogantly, cracking his knuckles.

You affix your watery blue eyes on his square-jawed visage. You start to smile but then twist it into a cute frown. "Hey... we're just in here for me to give you some experience tusslin' with a super-powered girl- I mean, opponent, right? You aren't planning any funny business now that you got me alone like this?"

"Of course!" Mike says, grinning toothily again. "I see you as a fellow fighter for justice, and a real tough one at that. I'll treat you just the same as I would another guy I was sparring with, I promise. Now get in the ring and show me what we're practicing first." he says...

...and as he finishes speaking, he swats you right on the ass with the palm of his hand, making you jump a little and give a feminine cry of surprise. "H-HEY! What the heck was that all about, mister?!" you sputter, your breath quickening.

"What?" Mike says faux-innocently, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Ain't you ever been in a boxing ring? Athletes pat eachother on the butt all the time. It's normal."

You belatedly realize that if you were waiting for a moment to punch this conceited jerk in the jaw, THAT was it. But you have a better idea.

"Well alright then!" You say with a mischievous smirk. "If it's 'normal' and all! You 'get in the ring', too!" and with that, you reach back and give a full-on swing with your hand. You're really only using about half of your full strength, but half of 'impossible superhuman' strength still packs a whallop. The impact of your hand on Mike's muscular backside resounds and echoes in the tiny room.

"EEEYOOOWWWCH!" he does a good three-foot leap in the air, reaching back and grabbing the spot as if he had ants in his pants.

Your smile vanishes. Oh, darn. You're starting to think you went too far and made an ass of yourself again. But Mike doesn't seem all that mad at you - or if he is, he's too much of a clown to show it clearly. "For fuck's sake! I'm gonna be sittin' funny for a while after that one! Look at little Miss Doesn't-Know-Her-Own-Strength here! I feel sorry for your boyfriend! He must be a regular at the freakin' trauma ward! At least, I hope that was an accident and not a cheap shot!"

You feel a little bashful all of a sudden. "I don't have a boyfriend anymore but... n-not like that! I never hurt him! I just... oh, shoot. I have to confess, it was a cheap shot. You were getting a little too bold there. But I did take it too far."

Suddenly, you drop your hands to your sides. "Tell you what - I'll make it an eye-for-an-eye thing. I'm not the best at takin' a good hit myself. So, you can give me one back." you lean forward. "Hit me as hard as you want. I won't complain or cry or nothin', swear to God."

The mustachioed man's eyes go wide. "Wha...? Shit, no, I wouldn't do something like that... I... heh, it didn't hurt that bad, c'mon, let's just forget about it..."

"What the heck's your problem?" you puff out your cheeks. "I ain't some delicate little flower! I been gettin' in fistfights with criminals and maniacs weekly for the last couple of years! You afraid to hit a woman?" you put your hands against his rock-hard pectoral muscles and shove him. "C'mon, did you forget we're dealing with a deadly assassin girl? She ain't gonna be impressed with your chivalry, Mr. Moreno! If you just freeze up and say 'Aw, shucks, I can't hit a lady', she's gonna rip your fool head right off your shoulders!"

"Alright, alright..." he stares at you with a sudden fierceness in his flinty grey eyes. "You asked for it, baby. Promise you won't complain about it afterwards?"

You nod smartly, smiling. "Absolutely! I got shot with an M-16 tonight, remember? Right here!" you run your hand over your fit, well-toned abdomen, drawing his eyes to where your tight costume follows the contours of your navel. "Go nuts!"

"Fine by me!" Mike cracks his knuckles dramatically and winds back his arm, flexing his enormous muscles. As you see him cock his fist back you suddenly feel a flutter of worry in your stomach. You may have your superhuman toughness but a big guy like this can probably hit pretty damn hard. You've definitely tangled with bad guys strong enough to hurt you, especially if they're swinging a club or a rock or something, and it can still hurt pretty bad even if it only gives you a bit of a bruise instead of putting you in the hospital.

Mike throws a big telegraphed punch, right towards your face! Reflexively, you flinch and close your eyes. But the impact you've braced yourself for doesn't come. Instead, you feel a sudden firm pressure on your tits! Heavy palms mash down against your big, all-natural bosoms and compress them against your chest, fingers sinking deep into the soft, pliant flesh... you feel your stiff nipples grinding against the roughness of his palms.

Your eyes snap open and, sure enough, the grinning and decidedly un-chivalrous bastard has his hands wrapped around your melon-sized breasts. It's only because his hands are exceptionally large that he's able to cover them completely. He squeezes with one hand and then the other, alternating and taking pleasure in the soft, bouncy warmth of them. You can't help but let out a soft, feminine yelp as an electric wave of excitement floods through your body.

"AhhhHHH!" your cheeks are glowing red hot. "Wh-wh-what the fuck are you...?"

"Ah ah ah, you said you wouldn't complain, remember?" He waggles his eyebrows. "Hey, you were worried I was afraid of hitting a girl, shouldn't you be worried if you can't handle it if some muscle-bound lowlife scumbag reaches in and gropes you in the middle of a fight? What if he follows it up like THIS?" His powerful hands slither down around your waist and pull you forward, leaving your face mere inches away from his.

"I... I..." your voice trembles as you feel the wetness in the crotch of your swimsuit get worse, making you cross your legs. But, with an act of will, you don't look away, but rather stare him in the eye. "I'm not that easy to throw off my game! If I didn't owe you for saving my bacon earlier, I'd be tearing your grabby hands off your wrists and shoving the stumps right up your ass! Both of 'em at once!"

"Whoah, yikes! Okay, fair enough." he chuckles, releasing you from his grip. You take a step back.

Your head is swimming with strange feelings. You've never been alone with a guy quite like this, before. All the boys you knew back in school were always afraid of your unnatural strength. Even your boyfriend approached you timidly, politely and cautiously asking before he ever touched you. But Mike here? He clearly doesn't give a damn. He's totally unafraid you'll twist his head off... he keeps playing it off as a joke, but he clearly wants your body, and every time you leave yourself just a little bit open and give him an inch, he'll try to take a mile.

You put your hands on your hips, refusing to back down. "D-don't think I know what this is all about!" you protest. "I heard you and your pipsqueak sidekick talking in the van, about me and the other girls! My ears are just as strong as my arms! You were talking all about how I - I mean, about how you wanted to, to..."

"Aww, c'mon, Lynn," Mike says in a cajoling voice, holding up his hands innocently. "That was just a little locker-room talk. Don't take it so seriously. I was just having a little fun with Daisaku. And besides... don't tell me you girls don't trade dirty jokes sometimes."

You happen to glance down a little - and as you do, you can't help but notice there is quite a prominent bulge in the front of Mike's jeans. You jerk your head away and flinch awkwardly which he surely notices. "Wh... unf..." you start tripping over your own tongue, "what're you acting like this for anyway? I thought you were interested in Magik Knight! You can't wait an hour or two for her to get back? She's seems like exactly the kind of flirty, teasing, show-off bimbo that a pig like you would want to go chasin' after!"

"Oh, she's hot, sure, but she seems pretty high maintenance." he says, still smiling devilishly and intruding in your personal space. "She's got 'daddy issues' written all over her, you know? I've been through that drama production before, and I don't have the energy for it right now. But you? You're an absolute breath of fresh air, Lynn." his nostrils flare as he leans in and dramatically sniffs in front of you.

With creeping embarrassment, you realize that it's very likely he can smell your... excitement. You gulp. Sweat is starting to bead on your face.

"Yeah, I know, I'm a pig," he says, putting one of his hands on your shoulder, "but for god's sake, what do you expect? I'm not made of stone. You're using your superpowers on me mercilessly, here, and I don't mean that strength, either! This whole rough-and-tumble, 'I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Lesbian' style you have going on is completely shutting my brain off! The brain in my head, anyway. The other brain, it's saying, hey, how about giving up fightin' crime in Acropolis altogether and riding off into the sunset with this amazing girl? Oh jeez, I think I need you to slap me again, Lynn. I can't stop staring!"

An excited shudder runs through you as he steps closer and puts his other hand gently on you. Your head is full of conflicting thoughts, almost like the sense of vertigo you get when two different versions of yourself merge back into one. Ever since you were a kid, all the guys you know have always been a little afraid of you, since you were a very early bloomer in the superpower department, being able to lift a grown man with one hand tied behind your back since you were twelve. Even your boyfriend, sweetheart that he was, was always very timid around you, afraid to touch you without asking permission. And honestly, the fact that you always had to worry about hurting him when you were kissing or getting intimate always kind of threw a damper on your arousal.

But this man... is totally different. He's not afraid of you at all. You know that you could crumple him up like a tin can, and a lot of people would say you were well justified in doing so by this point. But even though your rational mind knows that he's nothing but a rude, arrogant, violent asshole with a mentality more suited to a schoolboy half his age than a grown man, there is a stone-age part of your brain that desperately wants to... submit. To surrender, if only for a little while, to a fearless, confident older male. To be owned and protected by him - damn it, you know it's ridiculous to feel like that, since you're more capable of protecting him than the other way around.

But just like Mike forthrightly admitted that the head between his legs is doing his thinking for him by this point, right now, your pussy has a mind of its own. And yet... you are painfully aware that Magik Knight could pop in on you at any minute, and if she sees you doing anything even slightly 'suspicious' with this side of beef she will never let you hear the end of it. Wushu Panda would be pretty annoying about it, too, and she will surely tell Ilyana. You'd just die of embarrassment.

"I... I can tell we aren't gonna make any progress here unless I smack some sense into you, alright!" you say, puffing out your reddened cheeks. "I'll tell you what I'm gonna do! I'm going to split myself in two, just so we're on more like an even footing. I'm still awful strong even like that, but you're a big, huge... guy..." you clear your throat as your voice starts sounding a little too soft and 'girly', "so I think it might be close to fair. And we're gonna have it out, bare knuckle, no holds barred!"

Mike's eyebrows shoot up and his jaw clenches. His nostrils flare again as he snorts like a bull getting ready to charge. "Stop lookin' at me like that!" you whimper in frustration. "This is to get your mind OUTTA the gutter! A-and here's the incentive! If I win, fair and square, you have to cross-your-heart and promise to knock all this flirty bullshit off, at least until after we've busted Deathsmite! Agree? Now let's shake on it!"

Silently, he wraps his mitt around your delicate hand and shakes vigorously. You close your eyes and focus... and, painlessly this time, divide yourself and your powers in two.

"Alright!" Copy-Lynn says moments after she's materialized next to you. "Let's get to it so I can teach you your lesson!"

"Hey! Oh no you don't!" you grab your copy by the shoulder and push her away. "I was the one who made the challenge! You just go cool your heels for a bit and relax, Lynn number two. Maybe get an early night's sleep. That way it won't bother me so much missing out."

"What?! No fair! Why don't I get to, uh, f-fight?" Copy-Lynn whines, looking back over her shoulder at Mike and crossing her legs. But you just shove her towards the door and give her a kick in the butt with your leather boot for good measure. She starts grumbling and cursing, but does eventually leave the room.

With her seen off, you hop into the ring. Before you could start to object, Mike has already yanked his shirt off.

"Oh sweet baby Jesus..." you say in a small voice as you're confronted by the sight of the tan-skinned man's intimidating uncovered front. Those six-pack abs look like you could grind down a steel girder against them. It seems like Mr. Moreno here shaves his chest just for the purpose of showing off his jutting pectoral muscles as clearly as possible. You gulp again.

"A-alright then. Remember our deal! Now put 'em up!" you say. raising your fists. "And if you try any more funny business, I'm gonna make you regret it!"

...

Two minutes later you're biting down on your hand in your own mouth to stop from crying out in pleasure as Mike buries his face between your legs, hands gripping your thighs, and tugs aside the thin strip of white fabric covering your privates with his teeth, exposing your hairless pink cuntlips. You feel the tickle of his moustache against your most sensitive place as his thick, ravenous tongue dives into your slit.

Your 'fight' had lasted for a matter of seconds before turning into foreplay. In the heat of the moment you don't even remember if it was him or you who'd made the first move. Everything just sort of became a blur and before you knew it, hands were running all over your body and you were wrapping your legs around his waist, kissing furiously.

Shit. He really knows what he's doing down there. His tongue slides up and down over your sensitive lower lips, and occasionally he pushes in closer to nibble lightly with his teeth. Your head lolls back helplessly as he goes to town on you. Just as you are starting to think this is too much to bear, one of his hands reaches up and clutches your breast again, just firmly enough... and his fingers start nimbly caressing your engorged nipple through the thin material of your suit. You writhe helplessly like a worm on a hook as he eats into you, savoring the musky taste of your pussy with such determination that you almost worry he's going to suffocate.

You helplessly kick your booted feet in the air as his tongue washes up and down over you. Just as you are starting to think it couldn't get any more intense, he finds your well-hidden clit at the top of your retracted labia, and starts tickling it with the tip of his tongue. He presses against that sensitive pearl and pushes down, and then flicks around in a circular motion. And when he feels the quiver run through your thighs and the feel of your boot heels knocking against his shoulders, he just doubles down and goes at you harder.

"Oh shit! Shit! It's too much, I can't... slow down a little, you're being too... UHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE!" Your hand does nothing to prevent a shrill cry from tearing itself out of your chest as the most intense pleasure of your life rocks your body like an earthquake. When he looks up at you with his bloodshot eyes, you can see that his short, bristly mustache is absolutely soaked. He grins fiercely and confidently.

"C'mon, baby. Don't tell me you're finished already? I was just getting started!"

"I'll... I know something that'll shut you up..." you say. You forcibly roll him over. Even though he probably weighs twice what you do, your super-strength makes it easy. you wrap your legs around his waist and bend down, pressing your bouncing breasts against his chest, and lock your lips against his. Belatedly, you realize that you're actually tasting yourself, a similar yet not quite the same flavor and sensation compared to when Ilyana **** you to lick her out earlier. You close your eyes and focus on the sensation of his warmth against your body... the firm pressure of his chest as you squeeze your tits against him... and the sloppy sound of sucking spittle as he shoves his tongue into your mouth and tangles up with yours.

One of his hands gives your ass-cheek a ringing smack. Hard enough to sting, even for you. But you don't mind in the slightest, especially since you can feel the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against your now-uncovered pussy. You break the kiss and slide down over his rock-hard physique until you reach his waist and start fumbling with his belt buckle. You're so nervous and excited that such a simple obstacle stymies you for what feels like forever. "Oh the hell with it..!" you shout as you grip the waistband of his jeans with all your strength and pull in both directions. There's a loud of ripping fabric as you tear his pants right in half, splitting them open down the middle and forcefully yanking them off his legs.

Mike allows himself an excited laugh. "Lynn...! Those were my only clean pair of pants...!"

"Maybe if you weren't such a damn pig you'd have some spares around!" you shout back insolently as you tug down his boxer shorts, finally freeing the implement that your body has been craving.

And it is glorious. Eight inches of tan, hard, veiny dick. You wrap your hand around the base and marvel that your thumb and fingertips can't even touch, before slowly starting to pump up and down.

"Oh yeah, baby. C'mon. Let me feel those sweet lips. Suck it."

Your breath is coming hot and heavy. "Uhhh... I dunno... I mean, I've... done it the normal way an' all, but I've never sucked on a guy's, um... thing before. I don't really know what to do."

"Lynn, honey, trust me, you can't fuck this up." he says excitably. "Just keep your teeth off my closest friend there and it'll be great.

"Mmmf~" you moan softly as you relax your jaw and slide the thick purple helmet over your lips. A salty, musky taste fills your mouth as the thick cock fills your mouth. You start awkwardly pushing down to take more and more of it into your mouth, feeling the firm, hot length of foreign flesh sliding over your tongue. It doesn't taste good, exactly, but it's satisfying all the same. You close your lips around the shaft and *SCHLURP* noisily as you start to bob your head up and down.

Mike groans in satisfaction, and rests one of his hands on your blonde pixie-cut hair as you go down on him. Before long you're growing more confident and getting the hang of it... until you go a little too deep and suddenly feel it hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Unfortunately, by reflex you scrape him a little with your teeth as you pull off, coughing and gagging. As your tongue slides around inside your mouth you end up spitting out a couple of coarse, wiry black hairs.

"Um... sorry abo-EEEE!" before you can apologize the big man lunges at you, rolling you over onto your back and spread eagling you on the padded mat. He grins ferally and licks his lips as he takes his cock in one hand and slaps it against your stomach several times.

"Oh hell..." you gasp, your head lolling to the side, "I forgot to get any condoms while I was at the store..."

"Heheheh!" Mike flashes another playful, toothy smile as he squeezes one of your tits again in his free hand. "Forgot?"

"I mean..." your watery blue eyes flick to the side as he keeps groping and kneading your titty. "I didn't plan on it or... shut up, you horndog! Didn't you bring one? You got a million guns and bullets and shit in here, you don't have any rubbers laying around?!"

"Sorry babe. I was trying to get my mind of distractions before your gorgeous ass dropped in my lap." he pauses for a moment and slides one of his hands down between your legs, slipping his cock lower as well. "Since you aren't together with anybody right now, I guess you're not on the pill, huh?" He bites his lip, and visibly clenches his jaw.

"Yeah..." you grit your teeth in frustration. Even though you just came a few minutes ago, you feel like the place between your legs is on fire, as if you have an itch that desperately needs scratching. It doesn't take you long at all to come to a decision.

"Just... make sure you pull out, okay? We're supposed to be practicing fighting in here, not making babies." you say, gulping again. "Now, c'mon, you dirty-minded sonovabitch... take that big thick sausage and fuck me."