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What's a Hero Anyway? (LilypadNebula & Red-Scarlet)

"Mm-hmph," came the response. Della was, for the first time, enjoying someone else's breasts. And, having started to get over her nerves, she was very happy about it. She does take a moment and extricated her face long enough to say "I'm okay. Used to taking hits-and, um... Thank you."

Her face was beet red, but with a smile as she nuzzled back into Katrina's chest. And a little lower, Katrina could feel the hero's cock straining against her pants, poking deep between her thighs. Despite it all, Katrina knew she'd have to take the lead, at least for now.
 
"Hehe, cute. Bet you wanna see more, don't you?" She stayed for a moment, rubbing her breasts together into Della's face before she sat up. Katrina pulled off her tanktop and tossed it aside, then undid her bra and let it hang from her shoulders. The thief let out a moan, rubbing her hips against the hard length she could feel in Della's pants. She was eager for what would come later, even if Della wasn't very experienced, Katrina was sure they'd have a good time.

She leaned back down and slowly started to pull her bra down her arms and off her. Her tits were revealed, cute pink nipples that were starting to get hard as she felt Della's arousal and they were exposed to the air. "Can't believe how lucky I am, that I get to be the first person to take this for a spin," she said, one hand slipping down and running a finger along Della's hard cock through the yoga pants. Katrina pressed her tits into Della's face again, giggling at the hero's excitement. "How about you play with my tits? Be gentle at first. If you're a really brave hero, you could even suck on them"
 
Della raised her hands to Katrina's chest, groping and fondling the displayed titties. With only a moment's hesitation, she took one nipple into her mouth, sucking gently. She moaned as she did, thoroughly enjoying the experience. Despite her lack of practice, she did listen to Katrina, trying to find out what would make her feel best. She tried, once again gently, biting at a nipple and one of her hands squeezed and pulled.

Between her legs, Katrina could feel a steadily-growing wetness staining the yoga pants from the hero's precum. The stretchy material was pushed out far, with Della's cock already slipping free of her panties and constrained by only a single layer of fabric. Della let her mouth pop off Katrina's breast with a pant and a moan, and said "Can I... Should we, um, take it all off?"
 
Katrina leaned her head back and moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of her soft hands massaging her tits, and soon after the warm, wet tongue on her nipples. "Ahhhh, ahhhhh, that's good, yes," she was a pretty vocal lover normally, but Katrina tried to be especially expressive this time. She wanted Della to know what felt good, be able to notice the signs that she was making treating a lover well. Her moan got sharp when Della bit, hands gripping Della's shoulders tighter, and she nodded. "Yes, fuck, that's good. Biting is...goooooood," she said, moaning her words.

Her hips started to move, grinding herself against the cock that was tight against the yoga pants. "Yes, yes, get these off," Katrina pulled away from Della and back, gripping the yoga pants and pulling them away along with her panties. Her long, thick cock was released, and Katrina couldn't help but drool. "Mmmmmm, fuck, hero, how dare you keep this hidden away!" she said, excitedly. She moved forward and started to lick up Della's length, a hand coming up to stroke at the base of her cock while her mouth tended to the head. She lapped away the precum that leaked out and dribbled down, then wrapped her lips around her cock and started to suck. Her moans got louder, and she bucked her hips, grinding against Della's leg while she sucked and showed the hero just how good an experienced blowjob could be.
 
"Thank you-wait, oh, oh, OH!" Della moaned out as she felt Katrina's warm and wet mouth envelope her eager cock. "This... Ha, this is..." she kept going, barely able to form a coherent thought. Resigning herself to just not use words for the immediate future, she let out little pants and groans of pleasure. She sat up a bit and watched the beautiful woman giving her her first-ever blowjob, Katrina's tits swaying pertly in time with her head bobbing.

Della had absolutely no idea where to put her hands, initially leaving them awkwardly at her sides. But as she got into the motion, she put a hand on her lover's head, not forcing her on any deeper, but encouraging her to keep going and feeling her soft hair. "I-I think, oh, oh!-gonna cum soon!" the hero let out, shortly before her own orgasm took her nearly by surprise. The first of what promised to be many jets of cum shot up and into Katrina, a full mouthful with more to come.
 
The brunette shivered and moaned, so happy to finally get her treat. The words may have only come out a moment before Della erupted, but Katrina could feel it earlier. The throbbing in her cock, movements becoming more sporadic and sounds getting less and less coherent as pleasure took her over the wall and into bliss. As the cum shot out, she latched on, drinking it down until her mouth was full to bursting and she had to let it spill out past her lips, dripping cum down onto her tits. She swallowed what she could, bliss on her face at the feeling of the thick cock in her mouth feeding her seed. Her panties were soaked, now seeing what it could do, she wanted more.

"Mmmm, so tasty. You're so hot, Della!" she said, sliding up to face her and grin, her face and tits splattered with the hero's cum. "Whatcha think? Good stuff, huh? Make you want more? You can have it, I'm so wet for you, I want you inside me," she moaned and slipped a hand down her shorts, playing with herself for a moment before pulling her fingers back up to show Della just how wet she was and how much she wanted the hero, offering her a taste.
 
She licked Katrina's fingers in a daze. "Wow..." she let out, her cock still hard. "I... Um, wow..."

Della looked at Katrina, her eyes managing to focus on the thief's cute face. She wrapped an arm around Katrina's shoulders, and pulled her in for a kiss, with just enough force applied to bring her close without forcing her in. Katrina, of course, was happy to share lips and cum with the hero. "I taste a little different from your mouth," Della commented without thinking, then blushed hard. She hadn't meant to reveal that this wasn't her first time tasting her own cum.

With that admission out of the way, and eager to focus on something else, Della reached for Katrina's hips. She pulled the shorts down to reveal the soaked pussy, feeling the wetness on her leg. "Oh wow... I did that?" she asked, her blush fading a bit and a smile returning. "You're really feeling good because of me?"
 
Katrina was surprised by the kiss. Maybe she shouldn't be after sucking the hero's cock, but she was. To her, for whatever reason, a kiss felt more intimate and connected. Still, she didn't pull away, she leaned into it. Could be she was caught up in the moment, or could be Katrina was starting to feel something for the hero. Either way, she returned the kiss, holding herself close, linking her tongue with Della's and sharing the cum that had just shot from her cock. When they separated, she took a moment and smiled, before realizing what Della had said and giggling.

"You're adorable, Della," she said, shifting some weight onto her arm so she could fully pull away her shorts and panties. Katrina took Della's hand, pulling it down so she was touching Katrina's pussy. She moaned lightly, feeling her soft but strong fingers pressing there. "Yesss, you're helping me feel good, sucking your big thick cock and tasting all that cum you gave me got me so excited. You're delicious and I want moooorrre," she said, her hips grinding against Della's hand.
 
"You're beautiful, Katrina," Della replied. She shifted her weight a little bit, her still-hard cock poking against Katrina's thighs as her hand worked with surprising skill, massaging the thief's clit and curling inside to rub at her sensitive spots. But before long, Della was looking for a little more, and she took her pussy juice-slicked hand and grabbed her cock, aiming for Katrina's pussy.

The first attempt saw her cock miss, rubbing the shaft against her pussy and the tip nudging her clit. But on the second thrust, she slid home, her cock going more than halfway inside with one smooth motion. "Oh... Fuck..." Della moaned out in bliss. Her hips, almost as if uncontrolled, started to buck and thrust more, pulling out just an inch or two before thrusting back inside, another inch or two deeper than the last time.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" came the litany of moans, barely coherent. Della's eyes were fluttering, her first pussy leaving her in orgasmic ecstasy.
 
"Aw, sweet ta-ahhh-lker," she spoke, words interrupted by a loud moan as Della's hand worked her pussy. Must be some instinct the hero had, her hand was doing all the right things to get her even more worked up. Her body shuddered and she held on to Della's shoulders to keep herself up. "Mmm, yes, stick it in, I'm ready, I want you," she whispered, moaning once more when the hero missed and rubbed her cock against Katrina's clit. She tried to be patient, biting her lip to keep a needy whine from escaping.

As the next one went inside and started to move, she shot her head back and moaned louder than before. "MMmm, Della, keep going," she cried out, letting her continue to thrust and explore how her pussy felt. It felt amazing, her cock was thick and filled her well, hitting the sensitive spots that made her spine shiver and shocks course through her body. Katrina started bucking back, moving her hips to send Della's cock as deep as she could get it. "Don't hold back, just do what feels good and cum whenever you want, I want you to fill me up, hero"
 
"But-but-oh fuck!" came the moans. Della wasn't clear if she could get anyone pregnant-she'd never done a study on it, partially because she had no idea who she could even ask, and partially because of the embarrassment that would result even if she did find someone-but she didn't want to have kids. Definitely not yet.

Pregnancy is NOT a kink of mine, so if you're good with it, Della will have delicious and plentiful sperm that can't actually fertilize anything.

These thoughts tried to penetrate her mind as hard as her cock penetrated Katrina's pussy. Unfortunately for the rational part of her mind, she was deep inside the hottest pussy she'd ever felt. Her words slipped back into incoherence as she started to thrust harder, her sudden increase of movement coinciding with Katrina's downward motion, forcing her cock in to the hilt. Della couldn't keep it up for too long, her cock already sensitive from her first orgasm in Katrina's mouth, and she shot off again. Even more than last time, jetting up into the waiting womb above her, spurt after spurt with thrust after thrust. Some of it spilled out, splashing onto her hips when she thrusted, but most of it stayed inside.
 
Yeah I'm totally good with that, not a kink for me either

Katrina's mind had no such thoughts, none really. It had been a while, honestly. That and all the stress of the last few days had built up on her shoulders leading to the need for a big release. Plus, she was just a horny little thing, and getting a ride from a strong hottie with a big cock would drive her wild any day. Her moans got louder and louder, if anyone was in the apartments next door they'd know exactly what was happening. "Yes, yes, I feel you throbbing, you're hitting so deep, shoot insiiiide!" she cried out and moaned, a sharp high pitched one as she felt Della cum. Her pussy felt so full, filled up with cum enough to spill out, along with her cock still inside, throbbing after finishing. It pushed her over the edge, feeling those shots so deep into her sensitive slit. She came a few moments after Della, holding her shoulders and shivering. She groaned into Della's ears, this one low and husky, feeling the orgasm all through her body.

They held for a bit, Della's cock inside her with the load she'd shot, Katrina feeling full and satisfied. "Ohhhhh my. Della, yessss, that felt sooo good," she said, lifting up just a bit so she could kiss her again. "And you? Did you enjoy it? I couldn't tell~" she said, giggling as she teased her.
 
"Holy... Oh my god... That... That was..." Della tried to get out after the kiss broke. "Amazing."

She laid on the floor, her cock still deep inside Katrina. The other woman's chest was mushed against her own as she laid on top, their breasts comfortably together. With a wet pop, Della's cock slid out, causing much of the cum inside to coat their thighs. She sat up, helping Katrina get vertical as well, and started working on regaining coherent thought. "So... Um, does this... Are we..." she tried.

With a deep breath, Della composed herself as much as she could. "Um, thank you. Is that... Something you say? Because it was so good. It just sounds... A little silly?"

I was thinking of putting some less sexual action here-a bullet through the window or a barging at the door-but figured I'd ask you first.
 
Yeah, totally! Can do it here at the most dramatic moment, too 😁

The thief moaned and quivered a final time when her cock pulled out, feeling it slide past her lower lips along with the cum she'd filled her with. Katrina let out a slow exhale and sat up with her, leaning against the bed and gave Della a grin. "Yeah, course, it's not silly. Guess if you're like, fucking some jerk and don't really care or whatever it would be different, but like, I dunno, you're cool. Thank you for filling me up so well, fuck that was good," she said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Her other question though, incomplete as it was, gave Katrina some pause. What did it mean? Katrina had thought at first it was just gonna be some casual flirting, then it turned into something more, and she couldn't deny some kind of feelings had emerged while they went at it. She wasn't sure what it meant. You didn't really get to have nice fulfiling relationships in her line of work. The current situation was a perfect example why. Would a cool super girlfriend make that different though? Woah woah girlfriend? That was a looot, what did she even want?

"Uhhhhh, wellllll, we uh, you uh, we uh..." she stammered and paused, not sure exactly what to say, she didn't have this conversation. Lucky enough, or unlucky, or both, that was the moment the door to the apartment started to get a loud banging. It made Katrina jump and dive to the other side of the bed to find her gun. "Fuck, they found us!" she whisper-yelled to Della, very obviously frightened.
 
Della was tempted to laugh when Katrina started stammering. It was such a radical change from the control and experience she had demonstrated before. But she didn't want to ruin anything.

Of course, things got ruined anyway when the door was nearly knocked off its hinges by the banging on it. "Shit!" Della let out, grabbing for her mask and costume and trying to get dressed for action as quickly as possible, her regular clothes left forgotten on the floor.

The two could hear someone cussing outside, followed by a more confident "Shoot the damn lock, idiot." There was a loud crack of a gunshot, and the door's lock exploded inwards. The shrapnel hit Della's hastily-donned costume, causing no harm to the reinforced material. "Alright, let's see-what the fuck?" the lead goon said as he saw someone who was most definitely NOT the intended target. "Bitch has the cape protecting her," he added, drawing his pistol towards Doormaker.
 
There was the fizzle sound of Katrina's pockets being activated as she slipped her costume back on. Her clothes were on the other side of the bed, but whatever. Her eyes went to the window closest to her. She could bust through and escape, get away once more. This time, stay on her own. That's what she should do, right? Leave Doormaker to deal with the goons, get away from everyone, stay on her own. The only one she could really trust. Right?

"Fuck off, shit heads!" Packrat shouted as she came up under the one aiming at Della, slamming an elbow into his stomach and reaching for his gun. She fizzled it away into her pockets and dived backwards away from a returning blow. "DM, other mook's gonna have a machine gun, and this one's still got a knife!" she called out, reaching back to grab the top sheet off the bed. She went back for the first man, ducking and swirling to take advantage of her smaller and faster form. He went for a punch to knock her out, and she dipped and used the sheet to wrap around him and pull him back down to the ground.
 
Doormaker gave a small nod, focusing on the fight. The machinegun toting mook, a burly man with thick, hairy arms, shouted at his comrades "Down!" as the gun whined. Doormaker threw a portal up in front of herself, the other end visible as the open ocean if Packrat got into a position to see. The bullets flew, peppering the air, but most landed in the wide portal, shooting harmlessly to the sea. "Damn powers," he muttered, moving to sweep the gun lower, but the portal suddenly rushed beneath the surface of the ocean, and a flood of salty water spewed out.

While a lot of the water simply seeped into the building's lower level and foundation, the sudden squall was enough to knock the goons down. Della locked eyes with Katrina through her mask, and shouted "I'll open a portal to safety out the window, Packrat!" while shaking her head. "Just go!" she added to enhance the deception.

As the mooks started to rise, Doormaker opened another portal, this one leading to a plain and empty room with a bed built into the wall.
 
Packrat kicked the mook in the head as she wrestled with him on the ground. She popped out a knife of her own from her pockets and stabbed into the sheet once he was sufficiently wrapped up, stabbing through the sheet into the floor so he'd be stuck. The moment she stood up was when the water started to pour out of the water, causing her to let out an 'eep!' and move away from the pouring water. So much for this safehouse.

"Got it, see ya, boys!" she said, waving at them as she dove toward the portal, twisting at the last moment to go around it and into the bathroom. She got behind the door, holding her breath. The ruse would probably work, especially needing to get their buddy free from the sheet, they'd be worried about chasing her wherever she went. Her mind went to where to go from here. Clearly this place was burnt, if this place was out then anywhere she had in the city would be burnt too. Maybe she really did have to leave. Della had helped her but Katrina doubted she'd go further. They'd fucked, sure, but now that she'd gotten that, what incentive did she have to keep doing it? People didn't just keep helping you for nothing.
 
Doormaker stepped through her own portal, leaving the room wet and free from feminine presence. "Get your asses moving!" the gunner shouted as one of his comrades yanked the sheet-covered one free. They charged through the closing portal, which shut before Packrat could hear their realization.



In a secure AEGIS facility, the guard watching the cameras got quite a surprise as a formerly-empty cell was suddenly filled with Manchetti's minions, and a portal opened next to him. His hand reached for his sidearm, but Doormaker held her hands up. "Easy-I'm on your side. I was helping someone deal with a dangerous situation. And I actually need to get back there sooner rather than later."

"Oh. You're, uh, Door... Um..." he asked.

"Doormaker," she replied. "You're new here, I take it. Just alert Director Sinclair, and it should be okay. Now, if you'll excuse me, someone is waiting," Doormaker added, and opened a return portal.
 
This time Katrina was the one to wrap Della in a tight hug as soon as she got back. "You're back! Shit I thought you weren't gonna, I'd be alone again and worse off and..." she said, pausing as she realized the outburst she'd made. So much for remaining aloof. Add to that the fact she was naked under the outfit and her nipples were visibily hard through the skintight fabric, and she was pretty embarrassed at this point. Katrina cleared her throat and pulled back, looking away with a flush to her cheeks.

"Um, so, like, yeah. We gotta leave. If you like, I dunno, just wanna drop me off somewhere outside the country or whatever and leave, that's cool. I understand. Or like, you know, anything you wanna do will be okay. You probly don't wanna stick around now."
 
"Here," Della said, her face blushing a bit from the hug. She opened a portal to a well-appointed living room. "Make yourself at home. You'll be safe there, and I'll follow up shortly. I just need to get some information to the motel owner-AEGIS resources for repair and reimbursement, that sort of thing."

On impulse, Della lifted her mask and gave Katrina a quick kiss, before putting it back on. "Um, see you soon!"

She went downstairs, to a rather irate family demanding answers to why their room suddenly flooded from a beleaguered host. "And completely ruined my son's Switch!" the father finished.

"I don't know! I told you, there's not nearly enough piping to do that," the host replied.

Doormaker, her voice projected by her mask, spoke up. "It was my fault. I apologize for the trouble, but there was actually gunfire. I thought that water damage would be better than bullet wounds."

"Oh, you high and mighty heroes, always causing trouble! Don't you ever think of people who really need help?" the father berated, jabbing a finger at Doormaker.

"AEGIS can help cover for the damages," she said and looked to the host. "For them and for the building."

The father, much to his kid's continued embarrassment, muttered "Good. You better."


The other side of the portal led to a small and cozy little one-floor house. The living room Katrina started in had a large TV with a Switch hooked up to it, in its dock on a table. A little exploring revealed the kitchen, with only a pan in the sink, and a bathroom. There was also the bedroom, which had a bed large enough for Della covered in thick blankets, a few pillows, and a single plush of some kind of spider robot. Against the wall was a desk with a computer on it, powered down.
 
"O-Okay, yeah," she said, nervously. She was unsure, where was this place? The last one was a cell, was this just a nicer one? Katrina opened her mouth to speak again, but any words were cut by Della's kiss. Once again she was surprised, about to return the kiss when Della pulled away and hurried down the stairs. Her mouth hung open, surprised. At everything, including herself. She wanted to do that again.

Well, it was either the window or this portal to somewhere. Della hadn't done her wrong yet, she supposed. Katrina stepped through and into the home. It was definitely nicer than her crappy safehouse. She pulled down her hood and took off her mask, and started to walk around the home to check it out. It looked sweet, downright homey. Games, an actual kitchen, a nice bed. Her eyes got big and wide at the plush on the bed. "Holy shit, that's so cute," she murmured, going over to sit on the bed and pick it up. "This is her place, isn't it? Fuck, Della, why are you trusting me so much?"
 
Della, after a good few minutes of dealing with irate parents and a worried employee, managed to extricate herself and return to her home. She arrived in her living room, took off her mask, and called out for Katrina. "Hey, you're still here, right?"

She found the other woman in her bedroom, looking at the plush. "That's another gift from Stryker. She's got those little worker drones helping her in the lab, and I told her they were adorable. Next time I was there, she gave me that. But, uh... Welcome to my house. Make yourself at home."

Something Katrina could notice was that the sun was in a different spot. Wherever Della lived, it's across the country at a minimum. "I work with AEGIS of Halcyon City, but I live here, over on the west coast. Commute's not really an issue, and it lets me keep my home out of the way of anything I do. As far as I know, only my family knows I live here while also knowing who I am. And, I guess, you now."
 
She looked up when hearing the hero come through the portal into the living room and call out to her. "In here," she said, watching the doorway for Della to come through, and there she was. Katrina found herself smiling as she saw her again, happy she was here now and they might be safe here. Still, it was a big risk Della was taking: showing Katrina where she lived, her actual home. If they were tracking her somehow or Katrina just decided to say 'eff it I'm fully evil now' and went back to them or something worse Katrina couldn't think of. Lots of risks. Damn it now she felt guilty for even thinking of that, was the dicking that good to make her feel like this? What was happening?

"Hehe, this was a gift from Stryker too? Starting to think she's the one with the crush now if she's getting you cool gear and cute lil guys like this," she said, smirking and squeezing the drone before carefully setting it back in its place on the bed. "Yeah, smart. Keep your privates out of all that nonsense. I was thinking about getting out of the city, but not like this, heh. It's like, really nice. Cozy and stuff, you know? So, uh, I can leave whenever you want me to, this should be fine to get them off my tail. You, like, probly don't want me staying here, hanging out at my safe house is one thing but like, being here, at your actual place is like, you know, something else," she said, looking down and away.
 
"Um... Well," the hero tried to put her thoughts into words. "I... That is, when we... Um..."

She took a deep breath, and quickly said "Do you want to go on a date?" Before Katrina had a chance to respond, Della's thoughts came tumbling out. "What happened in the safe house was really nice and fun but I also think it was kinda fast and I wasn't sure what was going on and then the goons came and it's just so fast and I thought that maybe it might be nice to take a little time to not have to worry about anything and I thought a date would... Be... Nice."
 
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