*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*

*This tale is a bit tongue and cheek as well as kinky, so be warned.*

*When you stand up for yourself, you stand alone*

[PRELUDE]

[STILL TUESDAY NIGHT]

I was busy splicing together the various visual angles from the cameras I'd used during tonight's escapades when one of my spatial sensors in my apartment went off. Since this was a one-room set up, all I had to do was look around to see the point of intrusion. Spatial sensors detected various forms of spatial gateways and teleportation, but only the really good ones pointed to the most likely areas of space/time violation.

Since mine was still chirping away, someone was creating a spatial gateway (a feat which tied two points in space/time together which weren't adjacent). In this case, the shadows were lengthening from under my queen-sized bed and around the far corners until it was an impenetrable darkness. Lucky me, I knew someone who used such a metahuman manifestation and had mastered such a power stunt.

An inky-black figure crawled out of the darkness onto my bed. When the shadows receded, they revealed a strangely costumed figure ... with the most captivating sapphire eyes.

"Hey Killer Knight," I greeted her. "This is a new look for you. I'm glad to see you've healed up fine."

"It is Princess Penumbra now," she smiled warmly, "... and thank you for saving my life. I'm absolutely sure it wasn't that weasel ... the ... ah ... Viscount of Villainy who got me away. What actually happened?"

"Hang on a second," I minimized the screen. "Aren't we supposed to avoid contact with one another now that I washed out?"

"Not precisely," she snorted in amusement. "You are to avoid contact with us, but there is no reason, or bylaw, which stops any of us from contacting you. Perks of the organization."

"Gee thanks," I groaned. "Anyway, after you were clipped by that pulse cannon, I took it out with a piece of deck plating. It blew up, knocking everyone down. I got Page up - Viscount now - handed your unconscious body to him and told him to make for the extraction zone."

"After that, I created a viable distraction so you two could slip away," I finished up.

"Oh ... that makes more sense than what the Viscount tried to sell. He took all the credit for what happened. Apparently he 'hulked out' after you fled, abandoning us, took out the cannon himself and then rescued me."

By 'hulking out', I assumed he went to a critical level of density increase, which also upped his strength ... to levels stronger than me. He could also reduce his density to the point he could phase through solid objects - something he did most of our mission, the fucking weasel. He couldn't phase through energy flows, or fields, so he wouldn't risk himself by trying to move through major walls which had power conduits and the like.

Me - I punched my way through walls, even though such actions hurt my hands, tearing the skin and cracking the bones beneath the armored gauntlets I wore. Likewise, Killer Knight had taken risks for the team on our failed mission, so she was 'okay' in my book.

"You didn't believe him?" I feigned shock.

"I might have had he not tried to paint you out to be such a coward," she grinned. "You were a team player and put your hide on the line multiple times ... which encouraged me to do the same. Honestly I believed it should have been you and me ... but I was still unconscious and you weren't there to tell your version of events."

"Afterwards I talked to my Mother and Father about this ... they informed me it was too late, but they would keep an extra keen eye out for the Viscount's cowardly tendencies," she enlightened me. "They also don't disapprove of me stopping by to see how you were ... seeing as how you saved my life."

"Your shadow shields saved me from some major pounding," I aw-shucked. "It was a team effort."

"So you aren't too bitter?"

"I'm a little upset that weasel - your words - took my Mother's spot," I griped. "As for not being part of the 9N's ..."

"The 9N's?" Princess Penumbra questioned.

"That is what my Father called the Nine Nobles Nefarious," I shyly confessed.

"Well, don't use that moniker around my Dad (King Kaos)," she cautioned me playfully. "I doubt he would appreciate it."

"Gotchya," I nodded. "As for me not being part of the Nine Nobles ... I'm okay with it. I'll find another way to make money."

"Oh," she curled her lips. "Is that what you are working on now?"

"Um ... none of your business?" I evaded.

"I stopped by earlier tonight, but you were out. Don't you have classes?"

"I have this side project I'm working on," I kept lying ... sorta/kinda.

"Who is she?" she teased ... sorta/kinda. She also took some effort to look extra seductive on my bed.

"With my background, what girlfriend am I going to inflict myself on," I sighed. "My childhood was pretty fucked up and my current life is a cover for my real, sinister identity as Baron Bedlam's son. What girl could I do that to?"

"Oh," she perked up. "That's awful noble of you. That's what I like about you. You can be hard-driven, but still care about the people around you as if they are something more than expendable pawns."

"What about you?" I changed the subject. "I imagine you are pretty hot under that mask. Even with your mother and father being wanted fugitives, you must have half a dozen boys on a string."

"Ha!" she laughed. "With my Mom and Pops being accused of being mass-murdering psychopaths ... what boy could I inflict myself upon - your words?"

"Point taken," I nodded. "We certainly share that ... difficulty."

Silence prevailed. I had the feeling she had something to get off her finely-crafted 'treasure of a chest' while I wanted to finish my work on Angelheart. I had a way around our impasse though I knew it would temporarily weaken my hold on Skye. I got up and walked over to the bed. Princess P watched me intently.

I sat beside her and took both her hands in my own ... then cut my new 'power' on. A spark of energy forcibly separated us. Once more the flood of memories came rushing in. I was better able to handle it this time. As I guessed, the memories of Skye began to fade and escape my reach as these new memories replaced them.

What ... Theresa 'Terry' Markov aka Princess Penumbra ... wanted most in the world was someone to share her time with. She felt as if she was nothing more than a pawn in her parents' plans for criminal malfeasance. They were proud of her; not for who she was, but for what she could do to advance their aims ... no concern for what she wanted. And what she wanted most in life was a soul-mate to share her tortured existence with, free of deceit and power games.

Eeeekkk!! She had her sights set on me!

In hindsight, it made perfect sense. I was a villain by birth, yet had proven myself to be loyal, brave and true. She felt she could trust me with her heartfelt secrets, wants and desires. I wouldn't hold her twisted upbringing against her, or ask her to betray her parents because I was in the same boat and cognizant of that.

"What was that?" she gasped.

"A new power I discovered I had on the mission," I related. "It gives me insight into people and helps me understand them better."

"Couldn't you have asked me first?" she pulled away. She was mentally transforming from confused to pissed-off.

"I wanted to help us communicate yet couldn't adequately explain to you what I planned to do ... so I did it before I bumbled over the words and screwed it up to the point you refused," I tossed out my excuse.

"Who is the girl ... woman?" She must have picked up one of my memories of Skye.

"Angelheart."

"How ...?"

"After you to left, she jumped me at the extraction zone. That was the first time the power came over me. Lucky for me, it stunned her because otherwise I couldn't have defeated her," I confessed somewhat.

"Oh ... why didn't you take her prisoner? That might have helped ... with Mom and Dad."

"I suffered some of the same backlash you just did," I explained. "I was barely able to stagger away from the scene myself. Taking her prisoner wasn't an option since she wasn't totally out, or beaten by me."

"She's ... very attractive."

"She's also in my mind because of the power being activated by her, Princess Penumbra," I outright lied. "I don't have a heroine fetish."

"Oh ...," she calmed down then moved closer. "I have a confused mess of your thoughts and memories. Do you really like my eyes?"

"You wear a padded armored suit and a half-face mask so I can't really say I like your eyes more than any other feature," I went back to being shy and somewhat awkward.

"Hold on," she instructed. She extended her hands behind her mask and worked some latches and straps free before removing her headgear. Her raven mane tumbled down in a constrained ponytail. Her skin was pale, with only one scar above the left side of her lip marring her otherwise smooth, flawless skin. Her eyebrows were heavier than I would have suspected, but made her sapphire eyes really pop.

"Wow!" I gulped. "You are ... like some Goddess of Night, pale yet luminescent. Your eyes are even more beautiful when set in your entire face. I repeat ~ wow!"

She was absolutely luminescent as she smiled.

"Thank you," she grinned. "I like your word usage. I was afraid you would sound like something I would say. That would have been creepy."

What could I say? I knew she would have found her literary allusions creepy so chose other words instead. My gift allowed me to reach deep within the psyche of my target and know what they loved and despised. It even helped me avoid the pitfalls of them second guessing themselves.

"I simply told you the truth from my own eyes to my tongue - no super-powered filter - sorry."

"No," she chuckled. "I liked it. You see me as a goddess? Trust me, I have my faults and foibles. I still like that you see me as beautiful."

"Don't any other guys tell you that?"

"Yes, but their praise didn't really matter. They were all 'normies'."

"I understand that," I agreed. "I sure missed not being able to participate in any team sports ... even though I was home-schooled."

"I would have killed to play soccer, or lacrosse," she sighed. "I really wanted to play at the all-girls private academy I was sent to, but it was forbidden by the parents because they knew I would dominate."

"Or, our parents could have sent us to one of those exclusive super-powered private academies so we could grow up among our own kind," I joined her in our melancholy. "Hiding my metahuman nature really blew chunks at times."

"We have so much in common," she shot a secret look my way. "If we ... ya know ... had kids, we could not repeat our parents' mistakes and instead send them to a metahuman academy."

"Hell, if we are successful enough, we could set up our own academy for the children of people like us. What do you think of that?"

"I would like that," she lowered her head onto my shoulder. I snuck a hand around her waist, pulling her in tighter. Why? I wanted to make her happy and she didn't have much joy in her life. Knowing the depths of her soul, I felt an obligation to bring her some spark of happiness ... even though I had another iron in the fire.

"I can't make any commitments until the end of the semester ... Terry," I groaned. "I also really want to get an actual diploma with the option of a regular career at some point in my life."

"Oh," she didn't move. "I understand. I have to prove myself to the other nobles ... and keep an eye on Victor (as in Victor Carmichael, Viscount of Villainy)."

"Definitely that," I hugged her.

"Why aren't you making a move on me?"

"I don't want you confused about 'us'," I elaborated. "When we start something, we are going to keep at it. You aren't a pick-up, hook-up, or One Night Stand."

She hugged me back.

"Thank you," she sighed happily.

This relationship was going to take a lot of work and had to be handled with care. Not only did Terry deserve her own shot at bliss, if she had a screaming fit, she could tear apart the entire apartment block, killing dozens of hapless 'normie' students. Worse, she could come back with eight cohorts to make me very, very dead. Yeah, I had to tread carefully here.

[AN ANGEL STUMBLES AND FALLS ... INTO MY ARMS]

[THREE DAYS LATER]

[Skye] *You BASTARD!!

[Me] **And a Good Afternoon to you too. What's up?

*You know what you did!

**What exactly are you referring to?

*That ... horrible video you made of me ...   

**Oh, that wasn't me so why don't we meet and talk about it?

*Forget about it. You tricked me once. I hope you end up in a hospital and then a jail.

**That's harsh. Okay. Have fun being popular on the internet, I guess.

*NOOO!! You said you wouldn't do that to me - you liar!!

**I said I wouldn't reveal you secret identity ... which I wouldn't have done anyway since it was illegal. It isn't my fault you currently think the worst of me.

*You tricked me. Go jump in front of a garbage truck!

**Again - that's harsh. I guess we have nothing more to talk about then. Enjoy your new popularity.

*What you did was illegal. You filmed me without my consent.

**Prove it. In case you are curious someone provided me with the film too.

*You are a ... BAD PERSON!

**And you are a lying, manipulative cocksucker with an impressive rack.

*What did I ever do to you? 

**Does it matter? Meet me on top of the new construction on the 1400 block of Treadway Ave in one hour. Show up in a thong.

*No, I won't ... and I don't own any thongs ... Please let me go!

**Go buy one. You can do that. Several lingerie stores sell some really sexy ones. It better be sexy too, or you will have to endure this next episode naked.

*F... frack off, asshole! Have fun alone tonight.

**I'm okay with that. Have fun knowing all those guys looking at you have seen you getting my cum splattered all over your tits. I get the sneaking suspicion the same person who sent me this will also make sure all your professors get a copy too.

*NOOOOOOOOO!! Please don't.

**You know what you need to do.

*You are just trying to trick me again.

**Deceptive people think everyone is equally deceptive.

*Promise me you won't take any more pictures, or film. Please don't mess with me.

**I didn't take the initial pictures so I have no idea if someone is planning to do this, but that is why I've changed locations to something off the cuff.

*I don't believe you.

**Well, if I don't see you in an hour, so be it. I have been warned if I don't meet you again certain things will happen - to me. The rest is up to you.

*Liar ...

**Like I care. I despise you and your ilk - fake heroine. Honestly, spending time with you is grating.

*What ... what would happen to you if you didn't show up?

**Most likely my secret identity would be exposed.

*I looked it up. There is no Reynard Freiherr Irrenanstalt in my Psychology 101 class. Who are you? Maybe we can work together.

**Fine. I'll see you in 57 minutes.

*I ... do I have a choice?

**You've always had a choice, Skye.

*Not really.

**56 minutes.

**OKAY!! OKAY! I'm coming. I'm coming.

I sat back and had to think with a smile on my face, 'I certainly hope you will be'.

[~]

Angelheart showed up with a minute to spare. She was furious with an aura of deep despair surrounding her. She also had a small bag from Lockhart's Lingerie in her left hand. I imagine she hadn't had the time to change into that thong yet. Oh goodie!

"Welcome," I greeted her. "Let's go downstairs. I have just finished setting up the room."

"How about we pick a different room then?" she frowned. "I don't trust you."

"You'll see why that's not really an option once we get inside," I beckoned. Considering only one of the other rooms had any furnishings whatsoever I knew there where no other choices.

"You are just going to film me doing degrading things again," Skye pouted.

"Not this time," I shrugged. "This time it's all on me."

"Huh? Really? How come?"

"I have my instructions too. Now let's get this over with," I beckoned her again.

"I didn't know ... I mean I didn't believe you were also in the same boat. Why didn't you tell me this last time?" she came my way. Even as she landed, her golden halo of hair bounced around her shoulders. She was so damn ravishing to observe with the naked eye.

"I hate you and your kind, remember?" I told her.

"But why? We help people."

"You murdered my Mother," I enlightened.

"Oh ... that's so sad," she wilted, her fury dissipated. She was a very trusting soul. Trusting enough that I could touch her hand as I guided her toward the stairwell.

The spark was there yet, even easier to control this time. Her life flowed into me while only a confusing muddle went the other way. I was right on the money with tonight's fun and games too.

"What was that?" she didn't even release my hand.

"After our fight, my powers have been a bit wonky. This happens from time to time," I fibbed like a pro. "Only you have had a serious side effect."

"What is it you do? I mean, Freedom Force has some top notch scientists working for us who study the metahuman phenomena. They might figure out ..."

"I don't like you and I certainly don't trust you," I scoffed. "We are two people caught in someone's fiendish plot - not friends, or even allies of convenience."

"Who could be doing this to us?"

"Eros," I created a name from mythology. As far as I knew, no one was currently using it.

"How did you figure that out?" she turned to me.

"I'm not going to tell you," I glared. "You aren't just a hero, you are a terribly flawed one."

"I don't want to be," she said in a small, little girl voice.

"Whatever," I teased. She wanted to be seen as less than she was. Her psyche craved the humiliation as a means to expunge her guilt over the most trivial of offenses. I was in awe.

Down three floors of the fourteen story building under renovation, I led her into a door-less room with drapes over all the exterior doors and windows. Once inside I reached over and cut on the generator which activated the standing lights I had set up. In the center of the room was the mattress of a king-sized bed. Next to it, difficult to notice, was a black knapsack.

"What's that for?" she stumbled back into me.

"It is a bed - for reclining on. No penetration," I promised. "You do have to strip down to the thong though."

"How can I ... trust ... you?" she mumbled.

"You can't," I shrugged, "but you can rely on me finding you somewhat repugnant."

"You do?" she blinked.

"Do you think you are that irresistible?" I teased her insecurities yet again.

"No ... but some men have found me attractive."

"You are pretty on the outside," I repeated her internal mantra, "but ugly on the inside."

"I know," she whispered.

"Then strip. I have someone I would rather be with."

"Really?"

"Yes. Why would I lie about that?"

"Oh ... okay, but," and then she flashed the room with a bright light ~ her 'Photo-Bomb' power stunt. "That should have killed all observation devices."

"Okay," I nodded. "If you think you are cleverer than Eros, so be it."

"Oh ... right ... what else can we do?"

"I'm not going to publically talk about my plans with you - heroine," I grumbled.

"Right," she lowered her head. Then, "could you look away while I change?"

I shrugged and turned around putting my back to her.

I was also counting down the ninety seconds it would take for my cameras to come back on line. I had planned for this by also placing five spare cameras around. I just then activated them. Their circuitry had been shielded up to that moment and now the automatic shutters came off. I didn't plan to take the Eros name, but he certainly would be an excellent phantom to put out there from time to time.

"Done," she moped a minute later. I turned around slowly to take in the dream-girl standing next to the bed. She looked terribly embarrassed with her hands brought across her chest, covering her breasts, with her hands on her upper arms. The thong was a medium peach nearly the color of her skin and high up on her hips. Her camel toe was visible. Also ... she had shaved, I was willing to bet, and her tan lines were clearly evident.

Her bikini must have been conservative to leave such pale portions of her bronzed anatomy. Finally, she was letting a few tears escape which only enhanced her tragic allure. I wanted to rush right up and hug her - telling her everything would be alright. That was not what she truly wanted though. She needed ... a release.

"Yes ... am I ugly?" she responded to my eyes roaming over her.

"You are not who I want to be with," I bit down on my true feelings. "You are not ugly though. You have enough attributes to trick people with your feigned innocence."

"I don't do that," she insisted.

"I know you better than that, Skye."

"I ...," her protestations died on her tongue.

I began stripping out of my clothes until I was in my own male version of risqué underwear ~ not quite a banana-hammock, but it didn't leave much to the imagination.

"What's going on?" she backed onto the mattress.

"I'll show you," I walked over to her then around her to the knapsack. I reached inside and drew out a large bottle of body oil. "This."

"What is that for?"

"We are to give each other massages and I am to go first," I explained.

"You are going to put your hands on my body?" she retreated further.

"That is how massages work," I smirked.

"I don't want to do this!"

"Fine ... then we wait two hours here - that is how long we have - then I'm out of here having done my part and you can live with the consequences. I swear if I suffer because of your pride, we are NOT done," I faked a simmering rage.

"I ... what can we do?" she wailed.

"Accept we don't have any real choices - yet - and do this degrading shit until we find Eros and make him, or her, pay," I snapped. "I'm swallowing my pride, damn it."

"Oh ... (pause) well, if we don't have a choice," she looked away. "How do we start?"

'My, that was easy', I ruminated. I imagine knowing the depths of her soul helped a great deal. Check that - made all the difference in the world.

"Lie down on your stomach and I'll work on your back," I outlined the plan.

"You won't go out of bounds?" she pleaded.

"I make no promises. You have been pissing me off all evening long."

"You would ... hurt me?" she peeped.

"Not if you hurry up and sit your ass down," I sounded impatient.

Her acquiescence was startling fast.

She stretched out on the fresh sheets on the bed, took one of the three pillows and placed her forehead into it, and then put her hands beneath the pillow. Her legs were tightly together which made her ass stick up even more invitingly.

"The oil is warm," I cautioned her. There was a heating pad inside the knapsack. I began applying it along her calves and heels first.

"Aaahhh ..." she emoted as the hot oil impacted her flesh. Honestly with her inherent resistance to such things, she wasn't really hurting. It was a basic reflex to the substance hitting her flesh. I put the oil aside and began massaging her feet first, working over each toe then the souls of her feet. From there I went up her ankles to her lower calves.

Ten minute in, I gently separated her legs without any hesitation on her part. My hands worked up to the back of her knees, my fingers slowly defeating her tension and worry.

"That feels nice," she commented as I began working on her thighs. I had her legs open enough so that I could situate myself between them.

"It wasn't my choice of punishments, but 'you are welcome'," I allowed. I worked my way up her thighs until I was touching the bottoms of her ass cheeks. She was starting to tense up once more so I changed things around, moved beside her and began pouring oil on her shoulders and upper back once I had pulled her hair aside.

"Tense?" I inquired softly.

"Yeah - yes. I've never had anyone do this to me before," she related.

"You like it?"

"YES," she was much more enthusiastic. "I'm happy this is just between us ... what do I call you ... Reynard?"

"As that is my name, it will do. Irrenanstalt isn't my last name though."

"It is a beautiful name - Reynard."

"So is Skye."

"It is Scottish ... ooohhh," she purred as I worked out an especially tight kink in her cervical vertebrae.

"Yes ... someone has been holding on to some serious tension," I teased yet again.

"Well," she turned her head to the side, "I've been blackmailed."

"And none of your so-called friends have noticed?"

"I ... I don't share my life with them," she frowned.

"They can still give you support from time to time," I reasoned. "A back rub is a back rub. If you were my girlfriend, I would do that much for you - no question's asked."

"What about your girlfriend?"

"We aren't boyfriend-girlfriend yet. Until this matter is settled and the semester ends, I'm not going to move forward with her," I wove some truth with the overall lie.

"That's ... sweet of you. You care."

"That's right. I care enough to tell her the truth," I sunk in another barb.

Angelheart sobbed.

"I'm a horrible friend, aren't I?"

"There is not much you can do now," I sunk the barb in further. "Having lied to them for so long ... you know they will hate you if you tell them the truth now."

"I know," she hiccupped then cried some more.

"Stop that," I demanded.

"I can't."

I leaned down and kissed her on the ear.

"Why did you ... do that?" she sniffled.

"You are my AngelSlut," I whispered. She flinched.

"Do you have to call me that?"

"Yes. Besides, it's true, isn't it?"

"I don't want to be a slut," she protested. "I've tried to be a good girl."

"But - let me guess - it is too damn hard."

"You have no idea," she explained. "Everyone expects so much of me. They expect me to always make the moral choice ... and sometimes I don't know what that is."

"And, let me guess, you find some of the other heroes don't make those 'correct' choices."

"No ... no, they don't," she really sobbed.

I laid my body on top of hers as she worked out her emotional pain. For a few minutes she cried and I cradled her from above.

"Thank you," she sniffled when she cried herself out. I kissed her ear again then sat up and resumed my massage, straddling her this time. As I slid my butt down her ass to her thighs, her lower back got a real workout. By the time I began rubbing my hands over her glutes, she was one content little kitten. She even missed my first few passes over her anus.

"What are you doing?" she gulped.

"Massaging every inch of you," I related.

"Oh ... that feels ... funny ..."

"This?" and I stroked her anus again.

"YES!" she yelped in pleasure.

"Is that a 'yes', I should continue, or 'yes', I should stop?"

"I ... want you to stop," she moaned. I stopped by going even lower and touching along her perineum. "That's ..."

"Nice," I supplied the word.

"Yes," she whispered. "No one has ever touched me there before."

"Well, my massage aims to please," I joked.

"Any further though ... is off limits," she finished weakly.

"No penetration," I assured her ... then brushed along her labia from behind.

"Eeek!" she twitched. She was gushing wet.

"Almost done," I assured her. I coaxed along her labia lips for fifteen more seconds before going up on one knee and slapping her ass playfully. "Done. Now roll over."

"Roll over?" she gulped.

"Yes. Now I have to massage your front," I sounded a tad exasperated. "Then you get to do the same to me."

"You mean I have to massage you ... down there?"

"That is what a full-body massage means."

"I'm not sure ...," she got out before she rolled over and saw my aroused cock straining against my jock strap. She seemed fascinated with it. It was the 'did I do that?' look.

"Hands first," I began as she finished rolling over. She extended me both hands and I poured oil into them. Working them over was fun as we intertwined our fingers together as the oil sloshed down her arms and dripped off onto the sheets from her elbows.

"I kind of like this," she embraced the kinkiness finally.

"You are just saying that because I'm servicing you," I smiled.

"You are? I guess you are ... this isn't so bad ... I guess," she blushed.

"Then it will by my turn to sit back and let you do all the work," I reminded her.

"I can do this," she asserted.

"I hope so. This task is only accomplished if we both participate."

"Okay."

I worked down her left arm then her right. I had settled my ass down on her crotch and was getting off on her subtle gyrations underneath me. Her collar bones came next - worked in tandem. The Rubicon was when I moved passed the sternum and boldly took on both breasts.

Angelheart turned her head to the other side and closed her eyes as I first began to massage her mammary glands - her succulent breasts - her perfect teats. As her nipples went from engorged to diamond-hard beneath my palms, she shifted her head face-up and looked into my eyes. We held that connection while I felt her up, played with her soft tissue and plucked her firm nipples.

"Why (hiccup) ... why did you say I was yours last time we were together?" she worked out once I moved to her diaphragm.

"It was the script I was told to follow," I lied. "I didn't mind saying it though."

"You would make me your own?" her big blue eyes begged understanding.

"I haven't decided. After all, I may decide I want you only to have Eros take you away."

"Oh ..." she took my response to mean 'yes, I did want her' which give her a thrill while the sense of fear the mysterious Eros would interfere with her happiness further excited her. She could be punished and happy at the same time. "You are a good guy beneath your villainous exterior."

"You think so?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm ..." I mused. I wormed my way between her legs once more as I moved further down her body. "You really think so?"

"Yes."

I poured some oil right on her crotch which caused her to gasp in arousal. My fingers began to rub the oil into the fabric.

"You shouldn't be doing that," she pleaded.

"Tell me how it feels," I requested instead.

"I shouldn't ... but ... it feels so gooood," she gasped as my finger discovered her clitoris. "I shouldn't be enjoying this that much ... oh God!"

Without resistance she let me spread her legs farther apart until I could lower my head down to the thong and begin sucking on her copious juices along with some of the scented oil.

"Oh ... D ... d ... GOSH DARN IT!" she jolted. Her fists began grabbing the sheets and stretching them as she spasmed. I was relentless, kissing, nuzzling and coaxing joyous reactions from her honey box. I drank deeply from her excitement. I utilized the flimsy garment to rub her sex, my nose flicked back and forth over her clit and my tongue pushed the fabric into her vulva and even into her vagina a little ways.

My hands worked over her flesh, from her taunt abdomen to her clenching buttocks and trembling thighs. Every inch of her was my playground. Every inch of her responded to my touch with inflamed passions and innocent newness. Her energy was exceedingly erotic, her responses positively carnal and the combined play between us a tantric ballet.

"Oh ... oh ... ooohhh ... oh God DAMN!" she orgasmed all over the place. Skye's body flexed up, her butt tightened up and her thighs shook with excess power as her climax worked through her. Her bosom bounced and her metahuman fingernails tore the sheets where she had grasped them.

I gave her one final lick after she came down from that thirty second high, then resumed massaging her thighs. The oil flowed down her knees and shins as I progressed with some alacrity to finish her torment. As I had already gotten most of her legs so I didn't feel I was cheating her of any pleasure.

Skye was still out of breath when I settled in beside her. She looked at me with disbelief over what she had just experienced. I carefully moved her so her head was on my chest and half of her body was laying over mine as she recovered.

"That was ..."

"Fantastic?" I offered.

"PHENOMENAL!" she exhaled then giggled.

"You are welcome," I teased her. "Look up." She did so, which allowed me to kiss her ... with tongue, though she didn't reciprocate.

"Why did you do that?" she wondered.

"I'm the bad guy," I chuckled. "Sometimes I can't resist taking what I want."

"And you wanted to kiss me?"

"I did so, didn't I?"

"But I have a boyfriend," she worried.

"I'm not trying to replace him, Skye," I related. I wasn't, but she was.

"I don't want to cheat on him."

"When it is just you and I here, being forced to do what we do, it isn't cheating. Our options are slim and our hope of rescue - dim."

"Oh ... okay," she accepted my obfuscations as gospel ... because it was what she wanted to hear.

"Your turn," I reminded her. "Would it help if I was naked?"

"What?" she gulped. "I ... I guess so."

She sat up, so I was able to also rise and quickly shed my last bit of clothing ... which was rather oily anyway.

"Where do I begin?" she looked me over.

"How about you follow the routine I used on you," I rolled over onto my back. "Start at the feet and work your way up."

"Oh ... (giggle) ... okay." She 'okayed' a lot I noticed.

Angelheart wasted no time moving down to the foot of the bed, pushing my legs apart and pouring some oil on my feet. She worked on my souls first then migrated to my toes. Not to be outdone by me it seemed, she decided to suck on my big toes to add to my stimulation. I gasped for breath and looked back at her as she did so. She looked devilishly cute while we made eye contact yet again.

"Is this ... okay?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded. That made her smile blossom. This also encouraged her to take her time and enjoy this round of 'punishment'. She rushed up my legs, only to jump to my shoulders and give me a solid workout on my upper shoulders and mid-back. All the while she sat on my buttocks and rocked back and forth. Once again, I could clearly smell her feminine odor of sexual excitement.

In the final stages of my back massage, she toyed with my sphincter and then oiled up my balls to tickle them from below. My cock was rock hard and up against my stomach by this time. After she finished my backside, she sat on my butt once more.

"Roll over," she directed. I did so, which placed my enraged rod right against her love box, with only the flimsiest of her oil- and fluid-slick thong separating us.

"Hands," she motioned. We played with our hands in the oil yet again, with her smile radiating down at me in a childlike manner which belied her slowly humping my cock-shaft with her vulva. "I'm being a bad girl, aren't I?"

"Naughty ... bad ... whatever it is, I approve," I responded wolfishly.

"Do you think less of me," she wilted somewhat.

"I think you are being honest for the first time in a long time," I assured her. "I know I am believing this is more of who you really are than what you represent to the world on a daily basis."

And she glowed once again.

"I feel ... free," she whispered.

"Intoxicating, isn't it?"

"Yesssss," she purred. Her hand went to my pecs and she began pinching my nipples while wiggling her hips left and right. "You like this?"

"Yeah ... yes, I do," I nodded with greater vigor.

"Good, because I like doing it to you," she was gladly exploring her inner sex vixen.

"You are so good at being bad."

"You really think so?" she seemed curious.

"Playing oh so bad," I qualified her naughtiness.

"Oh," she smiled. After a few seconds, "I like that." Her hands moved down from my pectorals to my abdomen. "You are awful muscly."

"I've lived a tough life, Skye. I wasn't allowed to be anything but rough, tough and working out was part of that. I was taught the world was a harsh proving ground, people were venial by nature and being 'good' made you 'soft'."

"I'm I soft?" she bit her lush lower lip.

"In all the right places," I teased.

"Oh, poo," she playfully swatted my ribs. "You know what I meant."

"Both the hero's and villain's journeys are fraught with sacrifice, Angelheart," I elaborated. "We both have to give up certain things which make us human to reach the pinnacle of our careers and too often it appears easier to go half way even though that always ends in failure and sorrow."

"That's poetic," she gazed down at me with a certain longing.

"One is, or isn't, a villain," I continued. "Once you start down that path, you can't really turn back. All you end up with is a comfy jail cell, or an unmarked grave ... if you are lucky. For the hero, the results is the fall from grace, the rejection of your peers and the loss of purpose. You end up just as dead inside."

"I feel dead inside at times," she confessed. "Not now though."

"You need to consider if you really want to be a hero then, or if you are simply a hero because that is what others have always expected of you," I outlined her inner turmoil. Was she 'good' enough to be a hero? If she wasn't, then what would be her fate? Eventually she felt she would fuck up ... then what?

"I get scared sometimes," she shifted further down until she was resting on my thighs. As my legs were somewhat spread, she had to really open up her stance to keep her perch. I could look straight down between her thighs and see her gooey, oily snatch barely concealed anymore by that peach thong. I pushed myself up on my elbows.

"I don't. I know my fate and I will not turn away," I stated defiantly.

"I ... I admire that about you. Your confidence. You may be the 'bad guy', but you aren't ... half-assed about it. You accept that part of your soul and move on."

"You are acting rather confident right now," I showed her.

"I am, aren't I?" she mused. Then she looked from my eyes down to my cock.

Skye slithered farther down my body, lowering herself as she did so. She took my cock in one hand and poured oil over it with the other. Her initiation of a handjob was expected, but her licking my shaft caught me off guard. I really liked it. As she worked over my shaft she looked back up at me again, gauging my mood and figuring out what I liked best.

Ever so gently, she raised my cock-shaft from my belly until it was completely perpendicularly erect - painfully so. Then, she slowly engulfed my glans without breaking that eye bridge between us. Fuck it all - that was damn sexy.

"Mmmm ... strawberries and mango," she recalled the flavor oil I had chosen. Her head bobbed up a few more times until she really had me going.

Three times she gagged trying to get more of it down. She couldn't deep throat that monster, but damn it - she tried. She opted to treat my glans like a lollipop, licking around its edges then swallowing it and rolling the top with her tongue. Here and there her teeth momentarily interfered, but those seconds passed quickly to be replaced by some true pleasure.

And then she stopped. She let my erection slap down against my abdomen, gradually rose then turned around, still looking deep into my eyes the entire time. Man o-man, she was having a ball with this erotic 'badness'. She was looking over her shoulder as her ass settled back down on my rod. Then she shimmied around on it for about a minute trying to find the 'perfect' spot to rest on before resuming the massage. More oil splashed on my thighs and knees. Finally she turned away and took up her ministrations. She was awesome, but I wanted more. When she made it down to my calves she had to move her ass down to my thighs.

That was my cue to get into the action. I pushed myself up and wrapped my arms around her torso just beneath her perfect rack. My face went into the hair at the back of her head. I began kissing her all over. All too soon ...

"I'm finished."

"I'm not ... I think I missed a spot," I lied.

"Oh ... she turned her head around until we could kiss on the lips. This time her tongue came out to play. She was inexperienced, so I took it easy on her. There was no rush to dominate her mouth - just simple touch and tag, leading her muscle back into my mouth in a see-saw bout of oral tussling. I kept this up as I pulled my legs back from between hers and then got into a crouched position behind her.

"Lean forward," I directed even as I tongued her mouth.

"What (nom-nom-nom) do you (nom-nom-nom) plan to (nom-nom-nom) do?"

"Trust me. I won't penetrate you."

"You (nom-nom-nom) swear?

"On my Mother's grave," I swore.

Skye did as I requested with some reluctance. She was nervous and terribly horny all at the same time. I imagined if I tried to force the issue, she would let me ... though we would both regret it soon after. Instead I coaxed her into an all-fours position ~ knees and the palms of her hands while her head looked back over her shoulder.

I gingerly put both of my hands on her hips and pushed forward. My penis drove up her luscious ass crack then onto her back. I pulled back, angled my hips downward and pushed against her once more. This time my cock was pressed hard against her perineum, twisted slightly then dove underneath her. Since the pressure was still driving it toward an erection, it rubbed against her labia and clitoris.

"Oh ... Goddddd ...," she rumbled.

Back and forth I went - up and down until she began to subtly twist her own hips up so that I was angling more beneath her than above her. Soon enough she had her knees spread wide and her elbows extended out so her back was at a gentle arch downward.

My penis kept rubbing against her vulva, soaked in her juices as I thrusted back and forth. One hand held her hair like some reins. My other steadied us by grasping her hip firmly. I kept pounding and pounding away with less than an inch of effort between my fury and her virginity. And all the while her flesh glistened with the sheen of sweat and fragrant oils.

We were both getting close, so I began to pull harder on her hair. Skye responded by getting back up on her palms. I moved my right hand from her hip, reached beneath us and began putting upward pressure on my cock as it faux-fucked her. The sensation on her honey spot was intense and soon she was fighting for breath.

"I'm close," she gasped for air.

I pulled her farther up still. Angelheart went to fingers down on one hand while the other rubbed along my fingers and shaft which were stimulating her. She was pushing back against me all on her own. I still had one hand full of her golden locks while the other had moved up so it was mauling her left breast. All the while she kept rocking back and forth on my cock-shaft, her juices making a mess of everything beneath us.

Her left hand reached around and grasped my buttocks, keeping us tightly pressed together even as her right hand cupped my glans, playing with it and driving me out of my mind. I lost it first, cum shooting into her palm like a firehose. The feel of my hot jizz sent Skye cascading into her own climax with dynamic results. She was vibrating up against me even as I shook through my ejaculations.

For an unknown amount of time, we stayed glued together there, bonded by erotic need, body fluids and drying oil.

"That was ... wild," Skye panted. "You kept your word ... too."

"Do you think I was tempted?"

There was a long pause on her part.

"Yes."

"Good girl," I nuzzled her. "You are so much more desirable when you're your naughty, truthful self. I like it... I like it a lot."

"Mmmm," she purred as she licked my semen off her fingers ... and wrist and down to her elbow. I must have ejaculated a bucketful.

"Clean the rest of that up and I'll clean you up," I said.

"Clean me up?" she twisted her torso so she could look back at me.

"Get to it and I'll show you."

"But it's on the sheets?"

"Lick it up off the sheets then," I ordered.

Angelheart studied me for a moment - locking wills - then a tiny smile crept over her lips and she began to uncoil from me. There were these tiny 'pops' as our skin parted contact. The sheets were a total loss - not that I planned to ever use them again anyway. Beneath us was a pool of our cum mixed together. She relaxed cat-like next to the mess and daintily began lapping it up.

Once she was dedicated to the task, I moved in beside her at waist level. I maneuvered her right leg over my shoulder then began my own tongue action on her twat and lower pubic region. She was messy alright, and I had a blast licking and rubbing every delectable bit of her. She was panting by the time I slapped her ass and said,

"Finished!"

"Oh ... I wish you hadn't said that," she pouted. "I'm finished too, but I was hoping you would go at it a little longer."

"If I go at it a little longer there is no guarantee I can control myself," I leered.

"Oh," she fell into a contemplative state. "We can't have that," she added with a sigh.

"Not tonight anyway," I rubbed her right butt cheek.

"Not 'never'," she declared. "I have a boyfriend." It sounded like such a weak declaration this time. Almost regretful.

"We will have to go home like this," I groaned. "Oil inside the suits ... ugh."

"Yeah," she frowned. "It will be tough to get the fragrance out."

"Well, when you are scrubbing away, think of me," I scouted out her luscious bod.

"Oh ... okay," was all she managed to come back with.

After that, we dressed and went our separate ways. I circled back and took the place apart. The mattress and sheets went into a dumpster on the other side of the city. The micro-cameras came home with me. We had traveled a great way toward sexually liberating Angelheart, but we still had a hard road to go.

[END CHAPTER TWO]