Help her

You gritted your teeth, remembering Black Bat's fists cracking your jawbone like porcelain. The ache flared fresh in your ribs. But you looked at Spoiler—bleeding, wobbling, still defiant—you knew you'd never live with yourself walking away. You raised you fists as you stared down the cultist, "Back away from the girl." You weren't going to let her be taken.

The cultists surged toward you both, synchronized as striking snakes. You ducked a wild kukri swipe and slammed your elbow into the attacker's throat. He gagged, collapsing as Spoiler drove her escrima stick into another's solar plexus. For a heartbeat, you fought back-to-back—her controlled fury meeting your street-brawl savagery. The alley echoed with grunts and the sickening crunch of cartilage.

Then broken glass scattered across the pavement—someone had kicked over a bottle. Your foot slid mid-punch, throwing you off-balance. A blade grazed your forearm, hot blood slicking your sleeve. Spoiler pivoted to cover you, taking a kick to her injured ribs that sent her stumbling against a dumpster. Her gasp was sharp, pained. The cultists tightened their circle, blades raised like fangs.

"Hey, you didn't have to do this, so either way, I just want to say thanks for the help," Spoiler gasped as she pushed herself off the dumpster, her voice strained but clear. She threw one escrima stick like a dart, embedding it deep in a cultist's thigh just as he lunged at you. The man screamed, stumbling sideways into his companion and fouling their coordinated attack. You seized the opening, grabbing the distracted Kobra by his serpent-marked headscarf. You slammed his face into the brick wall with a wet crunch that echoed louder than the garbage truck idling three blocks over. His knife clattered to the wet pavement near your boot.

The two of you battled hard. Fending off the cultist until only one remained. Spoiler grinned through bloodied lips. "Go on big guy." She gestured with her escrima stick towards the last cultist. You grinned back, cracking your knuckles. "With pleasure." You lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. You began punching him repeatedly until Spoiler tapped your shoulder. "He's down." You looked down at the **** cultist. "Right." You stood up, brushing yourself off. Spoiler offered her hand. "Thanks for the help." You hesitated, but shook her hand. "No problem."

"Hey, erm, thanks," Spoiler rasped, wincing as she pressed a hand to her ribs. Before you could respond she grabbed your hand and dragged you deeper into the alley, her grip surprisingly strong despite her injuries. One out of sight, she then pulled her black face mask up just enough to reveal her lips and chin. She smiled as she jumped into your arms and kissed you deeply. You were stunned at first but then kissed her back. You then pushed her back against a brick wall to continue kissing her, your fingers tangling in her purple hood.

"Take...my...mmhm....pants...off..." she mumbled between kisses, her hands pulling at your jacket. You pressed her deeper against the wall, pulling her snug leggings down her hips as she gasped into your mouth. She helped you frantically, sliding them down her thighs until they tangled around her boots—neither of you cared. She hooked her leg around your waist, grinding against your jeans as you kissed her bruised throat. "Get..." she gasped "...inside...me..." Her fingers clawed at your belt buckle.

You helped her unbuckle your belt, fingers fumbling against damp leather. Your jeans and underwear fell to your ankles, the two of you looked at each other ang giggled softly. "Screw it," she said as she pulled her face mask off revealing her entire face and kissed you deeply. Her tongue slid against yours, hungry and urgent. You lifted her against the brickwork, her back scraping mortar as she wrapped both legs around you. "Now," she breathed against your mouth, her cunt slick and hot against your cockhead. You shoved forward sharply—her gasp became a ragged groan as you filled her completely, her inner walls clamping down in trembling waves.

No foreplay, no hesitation; just raw, grinding need. You looked into her eyes as you fucked her hard, biting her lip as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the brick wall. Her hood had fallen back, revealing her damp blonde hair plastered to her forehead. You leaned in, kissing her neck hungrily as your hips slammed against hers. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer as you whispered dirty things into her ear. She moaned softly, her breath hot against your skin. "Harder," she gasped, her fingernails digging into your shoulders. "Don't stop." You obeyed, driving into her with brutal, **** strokes that scraped her spine against the rough mortar. Her gasps turned to choked cries as she came suddenly, her body clamping around you like a vice—violently, silently, her teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle herself.

You didn't pause, couldn't have stopped if you wanted to. Spoiler—*whoever this woman really was*—dug her boot heels into your lower back, urging you deeper as you chased your own release. The alley stank of blood and garbage and sex now, the distant wail of sirens underscoring her ragged breathing. Her eyes snapped open, sharp and alert despite the haze of pleasure, locking onto yours. "Fucking...*ruin* me," she snarled, you obeyed, slamming her harder against the wall until loose bricks scratched your knuckles raw.

Her climax hit again, shuddering through both of you like a high-voltage tremor. You followed moments later—a strangled groan ripped from your throat as you emptied into her while she locked her thighs like a hydraulic press. For three heartbeats, you stayed fused together, sweat and blood mingling on your skin, her harsh breaths hot against your collarbone.