Meeting Hellion

A pair of large hands enveloped your slim waist. They were red and tipped with long, wicked talons, but had a belied gentleness in their embrace as you turned around, standing on your tippy-toes to reach the luscious and inviting pair of lips waiting for you. You raised one of your limber legs, brushing it up against the fellow hermaphrodite before wrapping it around her. Her hands reached down, taking a firm grip around your supple ass cheeks, squeezing them appreciatively in a way that sent your heart racing before effortlessly lifting you up.

"Hey, bunny." You moved your other leg so you had the half-demon firmly locked between your thighs. The woman who had lifted you up was a giant with broad shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around, and as you traced your fingers across one of her biceps couldn't help but notice how muscles bulged and moved as they shifted to get a better grip around your ass. If you were an athlete, then she was a bodybuilder.

"Anything your mother wants or did you come here just for me?" You asked the boss' daughter, Hellion, and, incidentally, your girlfriend with a mischievous note in your voice. You had dated for nearly a year now. The anniversary was coming up fast.

"Only you today. Freya- mom, is busy. Fighting Sable Star takes it out of her and she wants to be alone for a while." You caressed her cheeks then kissed her black lips again, more gently this time as you both closed your eyes and let it linger for as long as it had too. The heroine was the family's white sheep, Hellion's half-sister, who had made it her goal to oppose them at nearly every opportunity. Your family situation wasn't as half as complicated, although if things continued like this... "Mmm~ thank you, Isa. I didn't interrupt you, did I?"

"Not at all, Saga." You pushed at her chest, leaning slowly back until your upper body was straight and at an angle to the floor and held it there. Your hands drifted across your stretched out abdomen in a languid motion, fingers hooking themselves underneath your bra with and rolled it up to expose your breasts then continuing to hold the back of your head. "Just about to start doing sit-ups." Looking up, you saw Hellion's burning violet eyes that were set in a deep sea of black roam all over your trim body.

After a few repetitions of the non-standard routine, her hands left your ass and instead pressed down on your sternum. She was laughing as you grunted and tried to lift your back without any success. The amazon's muscles weren't even strained. "Ugh! Asshole!" You shot out and tried a final time before admitting defeat, letting your arms fall slack toward the floor as you took heavy breaths to recover from the exertion. "Thought you wanted me fit, instead you're here bullying me." Smiling at her, despite your words.

"All I need is to sting you a few times." She raised her armored, scorpion-like tail above her shoulder, the stinger mounted at the end dripped with its corrupting venom. You wanted that too but held back from saying it.

Without resistances a straight injection turned you into a demonic brute, your morals and self-control eroded into nothingness so long as it coursed through your body. Even normal humans could go toe to toe with some of the less directly powerful heroes with a sufficient dose, especially if they were trying to save the victim's life at the same time. Extracted and diluted, the scientists working under Hellion's mother could refine the venom into a **** that temporarily boosted your strength with the rage, the aggression, and the unholy transformation toned down but nowhere near gone. Sanguine Wrath. Very illegal. Very lucrative.

You had tried it a few times after The Accident and you had started working for Lady Hellfire in earnest. Both in the field when subtlety no longer served any purpose and in the bedroom. Sex with the raw thing in your system was something else. A pure rutting lust overwhelming you and didn't stop until you were completely spent.

You loosened your hold on her waist and placing your hands on the floor and did a backward walkover in a smooth, agile motion that placed you on your feet again. Hellion gave you a clap for your acrobatic display. Mocking you now too. Bitch. You pulled down your bra, let her ogle someone else. "Don't want to waste an entire day together if there's nothing scheduled. How about tonight?" Ending a great day with fireworks sounds perfect.

"It's a date." Saga replied, the demoness with her reverberating, sultry voice no longer there and instead replaced by a seemingly normal human woman in her early twenties, around the same age as you. Although she was still taller and visibly stronger than most. Her muscular form was on full display with her body naked. Hellion ran her fingers through the glossy locks of her black, wearing a smirk as she noticed how your eyes were already planning on how to eat up the thick cock hanging from her crotch.

"Let's dress first before we go out."

She rolled her eyes, probably thinking about your villainess' uniform, but didn't argue.