Crossing the Line

Vixen’s words hung in the air between you.

“…Show me to the bedroom, Traps.”

You didn’t hesitate. You took her hand and led her down the short hallway to Vex’s old quarters — now yours. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, the tension that had been building for two days finally snapped.

The first kiss was awkward. You bumped noses. She laughed softly against your mouth, then tilted her head and tried again. This time it landed. Soft at first, tentative. Then deeper. Hungrier. You pulled her against you, skin to skin. Her body was warm, still slightly damp from the shower, and the residual arousal trap made her tremble at every touch. Your hands roamed her back, her waist, the generous curve of her ass as the kiss grew hotter, more ****. Tongues met. Breaths mingled.

You felt it then — the connection through your mutagenic power. A subtle thread linking your mind to hers. You gently nudged it, feeding her arousal higher. Her breath hitched suddenly, a soft moan escaping her as she pressed tighter against you, nipples hard against your chest.

Excited, you edged her arousal a little higher, but it worked better than you expected.

Vixen started visibly panting, sweat breaking out all over her body as her eyes crossed. Vixen’s hands slid down your body, wrapping around your cock. She stroked you once, twice, then broke the kiss with a needy whimper.

“I need you,” she breathed. “Now.”

She pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling you. No hesitation. She lined you up and sank down in one smooth motion, taking half your length with a shuddering moan. Her walls were hot, slick, and incredibly tight.

You groaned, hands gripping her hips. She started riding you immediately, rolling her hips in deep, eager circles. Her massive breasts bounced with every movement, her damp crimson hair wild around her face. The sounds she made were pure sex — breathy moans turning into **** cries as she chased her pleasure.

You felt the connection again. You pushed a little more arousal into her.

Vixen’s eyes fluttered. “Fuck— yes—” She rode you harder, faster, losing herself completely. All she could think about was sex. Her mind was a haze of need.

You focused and willed your cock bigger inside her.

It worked.

Your shaft thickened and lengthened, stretching her further. Vixen’s eyes widened, her moans turning sharper, a mix of pleasure and strain. She kept riding, but her pace faltered as more and more of your enhanced cock filled her.

Curious and lost in the moment, you reached out with your power again and gave her a portion of Helix’s flexibility.

There was a wet, obscene squelch as her body suddenly yielded. Vixen cried out in shock and overwhelming pleasure as she dropped all the way down, taking every inch. Her belly visibly bulged outward with the clear outline of your massive cock.

“Oh my god—” she gasped, eyes rolling back, hands pressing against the bulge in her abdomen. “I can feel you… so deep—”

She started riding again with renewed frenzy, the bulge shifting visibly inside her with every rise and fall. The sight was obscene and intoxicating. You gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, lost in the heat and tightness.

Vixen came first — hard. Her whole body shook as she clenched around you, crying out your name. The sight and sensation pushed you over the edge. You groaned and came deep inside her, pulse after pulse, filling her until it leaked out around your shaft.

You both collapsed, panting, sweaty, and tangled together.

For a long moment the only sound was your shared breathing.

Vixen lifted her head, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes soft. She gave you a small, exhausted, genuinely happy smile.

“…That was insane,” she whispered, tracing a finger over your chest. “I don’t know what the hell you did at the end there, but… I liked it. A lot.”

You brushed damp hair from her face, smiling back. “We’re going to be okay, Vixen. Whatever comes next.”

She nuzzled closer, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, her body still gently twitching around you.

“Yeah,” she murmured, voice warm with affection. “We might.”

Despite the dangerous plan ahead — faking progress for Kane, hiding from the Dominion, fixing the others, and eventually reaching out to The Spark — the two of you lay there in the afterglow, content for the first time since this nightmare began.