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

Stryker nodded. "Hell yeah! Been a while since I had something besides a toy inside me-and while I might have some pretty interesting toys, nothing beats the real deal. Especially from someone like you, Della," she flirted as she moved with Katrina towards the bed.

Della, in a bit of a daze, laid back for the upcoming fun. Katrina lead the scientist up and onto the bed after her, placing her ample rear and delicious pussy on Della's waiting face. The hero grasped Katrina's thighs, holding her close. She let out a muffled moan as Stryker slid her pussy across the shaft, and dug into the pussy above her, still soaked with Katrina's juices and her own cum.

"Heh, maybe I just tease..." Stryker said, continuing to rub her aching pussy all across and around Della's cock without putting it in. A muffled MMPH! came from beneath Katrina, which made Stryker laugh. "Just joking, hot stuff! Now, less talking, more licking-and you, kiss me!" she ordered Katrina as she lifted her hips with her legs. The two women on top locked lips as she dropped herself onto the cock, plunging it in almost to the base in one go.
 
Katrina giggled, nodding excitedly. "Oh yeah, specially this amazing lady's delicious dick," she said as they moved up. Katrina was plenty handsy as she helped Stryker up and got her set up to ride Della, kissing her neck and groping her before she scooted over to Della's head. She leaned down and smiled, kissing Della deeply. "Enjoy~" she said, before getting up and planting herself on Della's face. She felt the hero react quickly, gasping and moaning as that strong grip held her thighs. Her flushed face grinned, watching Stryker tease that delicious cock with her pussy, getting it all slick. Then Della dug in, the mix of fluids leaking out onto her tongue, and she moaned louder, leaning down and gripping Della's breasts.

"Ohhhh, Delllll, yessss, eat that tasty pie," she bucked her hips, grinding into Della's face. Her senses were pounded by the sights, sounds, smells of their threesome, near drooling as she watched Stryker tease and tease before plunging down onto the cock. Katrina leaned forward, sloppily kissing the scientist, moaning into the make out. Words lost meaning, it was all too good. One hand stayed at Della's breast while the other went up to Stryker's chest, massaging the delightful tits before her.
 
There was an explosion of vibrations and energy from Della's mouth when Stryker impaled herself. A simultaneous "Fuck..." came from the scientist and the hero, with Della's word well-muffled by Katrina. Stryker put a hand on Katrina's waist, holding herself vertical with it as she lifted herself with jelly-like legs. Her mouth and tongue were all over Katrina's, surprisingly adept at keeping her face in the right spot even as she fucked herself with Della's cock.

That lasted until Della started to thrust too. A sudden lift of her hips almost toppled Stryker, ending up leaning breast-to-breast against Katrina and shaking. "Oh fuck oh god ohfuckinghellfuck!" she slurred out into Katrina's neck. Della moaned a similarly incoherent thought as she attacked the depths of Katrina's pussy with her tongue, tasting herself inside the thief's hole.

"Cu-uu-uu-umming!" Stryker screamed. But Della didn't stop-having had a few orgasms of her won already, she was ready to make this last longer.
 
Katrina giggled with glee, hearing their combined moans. She was particularly enjoying Stryker's motions, truly feeling it as Della pierced her pussy and filled her up. "Yes, don't you feel so good? She's so big and it hits aaaallll the right spots, you're so pretty and sexy getting fucked like this," Katrina said to her. She tried to be soft and seductive, but it was hard to keep herself quiet while Della's tongue was worshipping her pussy. She just returned the wet kisses, rubbing her tits against Stryker's and humping back against Della's mouth.

She felt the shivering and tried to support Stryker as Della started to really fuck her, giggling again and wrapping her up in her arms. "Ohhh you're really feeling it now, yes, cum for us, cutie!" she moaned back and kissed her, finally moaning and bucking her hips harder as she felt Stryker cum and shout to announce it. "Yes! Stryker, yessss you must feel so goood, let it flow through you, you're gonna feel even better when Della fills you up with her cum, now it's my turn to cu-ohhhh wow Della, your tongue! It's so good, yes, fuck me with it, please, yes, yes! Ahhhhhhhhhhh," her body spasmed and she hoped Della could hold her breath, pressing hard to get Della's tongue in her deep and grind her clit, feeling her orgasm hit the wall and burst through. She cried out, holding Stryker tightly as she moaned into the woman's breasts.
 
The two women on top leaning against one another could still feel Della's motions. The hero was courteous enough to slow down a bit, giving them somewhat a reprieve, gentle thrusts and licks instead of the hard fucking that had been happening mere moments ago. "Oh... Oh fuck..." Stryker let out. "That's HOLY SHIT!" she exclaimed as Della picked up the pace, slamming in again.

Stryker bounced on Della's hips, her genius mind temporarily going blank with pleasure. Her mouth was open, letting out a wordless slurry of moans and screams. Della was likewise wordless, but she had moved her head a little bit, pulling in towards her chest so she could suckle at Katrina's clit.
 
Katrina's convulsions after cumming started to slow and she came back to her senses, feeling Della's tongue slower yet continuing. She got a devious grin as Stryker started to moan again. "She's amazing, huh? She'll-mmmnnnn, yeah, suck that clit, Della. Fuuuuck~ I think I should get her to cum faster so you can really feel it. So..." she said, then reached out with a flourish, pulling something from her pockets. It was a small bullet vibrator, that she turned on and leaned down to press against Della's nipple. It was a chance to use her dextrous fingers here, circling the vibrator around her nipple slowly, then quicker.

She leaned up to suck on Stryker's breasts, now just focused on giving the two of them the best time possible.
 
"Mmf!" came the muffled exclamation from below as Della felt her nipple vibrate. She writhed in ecstasy, and, with Katrina's ministrations and Stryker's hot pussy, started to cum.

"Hoooooooolllly fuuuuuucccckkkk!" Stryker shouted as Della filled her. Katrina could see vast amounts of cum splashing out and even more shooting into the scientist, her gut bulging a little bit with the sheer quantity of jizz inside her. Della's thrusts became slower, and slower, until eventually she laid still. She wriggled her head out from under Katrina, while Stryker said "How... How do you have so much cum? Is that a portal thing? Do you just have a portal to an ocean of it? Holy fuck..."
 
Katrina giggled with rampant glee, watching Della finish and completely fill up the short scientist. It was absolutely amazing how much Della could fire off, especially after already fucking Katrina earlier and onto both of their chests. She should consider it a super power, a truly wonderful one. When the two started to slow and quiet down, Katrina slipped off Della, taking Stryker in a hug and laying her between the two of them to let her just relax and bask in the sensation, her completely filled pussy, cum leaking out onto her thighs and the bed.

"That's like, a real possibility, good thing we got this smarty here," she said, cuddling up to the two of them. She gave a bright, genuine smile at Della, pushing up onto her arm for a moment to kiss her deeply. "You're amazing, and you taste especially good covered in my juices," she teased, kissing her again, then laid back down for cuddling. For the first time in a very long time, she felt truly happy, truly safe here with them. Utterly blissful and sated too, after cumming who knows how many times over the course of all of that.
 
Della kissed back, her eyes full of lust and appreciation. "It's because you taste so good yourself."

"Aw, you two are so cute together!" Stryker commented. She stood up, a little wobbly. "Hey, hot stuff, mind if I get myself some water? Or, actually, probably glasses for all three of us."

"Yes-thank you. Um, glasses are in the lowest cupboard above the counter, sink is pretty obvious," Della replied. Stryker left the room, leaving Katrina and Della alone again. "I think," she said, "once we're all done here, we should probably get some sleep. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty worn out. That said... It's a good tired. We did good today, and had a lot of fun."

She pulled herself up to a sitting position. "I'm glad this happened. Maybe not every part-would've been nice to avoid the mooks from before-but pretty much everything else? It's great."
 
"Oh gosh yes, water please. Much as I'd love to only drink cum, water would be good," Katrina said, blowing a kiss to Stryker as she headed for the kitchen. The thief wrapped herself around Della as she sat up, sighing happily. "Yeah, getting some real sleep would be good. Last few nights have been rough, to say the least. I got a lot of energy, but even Packrat gets worn out," she said, glancing up to her.

"Me too. I'm like, actually happy. I haven't been able to say that for a long time. Even those mooks showing up meant I got to come here and see more of you as a person, where you live, spend time with you and stuff. Never woulda thought I'd feel like this about hanging out with a hero like you, but like, you're like really actually good. I'm working on it and I'm probably gonna say the wrong thing sometimes still and I'm probably gonna mess up again, but like, you make me wanna do better. And not just cause you fucked me into it real real good, you're just like, nice and stuff. And Stryker's such a sweetheart, I'm really glad I got to meet her and do this with you both. Told you she liked you," she spoke, winking at the end with a sly grin before she leaned up to kiss her deeply. "If this is how our dates end I wanna go on a bunch more"
 
With a blush, Della nodded. "For sure. And I'm glad you want to do better. I know you'll make mistakes-I do too! But we'll be there to make sure that, when they happen, they get fixed."

Stryker came back, balancing three glasses of water in her arms. "Take a glass!" she ordered, and once the cups were distributed, guzzled hers down. Della likewise took hearty sips, quickly downing the whole glass. "Okay. Della, can you send me back to the lab? Nothing's terribly time-sensitive there, but I should check on a few things."

"Sure thing," the hero replied, and concentrated a moment to get the scientist back to her lab. Stryker blew a smooch to the two women as the portal closed behind her. "She's got a nice butt," Della added to Katrina. "Almost as good as yours."

Della grabbed some cleaner blankets from a corner of the room, and covered herself and Katrina. She snuggled into the smaller woman, and whispered "Good night," as she reached out to turn the lights off.
 
"Heh, gonna remind you you said that when I fuck somethin up real bad," Katrina said, bashfully rubbing the back of her head and glancing away. She tried to lean on the faith that Della had in her, since she didn't really trust herself to do better. She looked up and gave a smile as Stryker came back in, happily taking a water and chugging it down. "Mmmm fuck I needed that. You're heading out already? Okaaaay, well stay in touch, cutie!" she said, waving to the scientist as she headed through the portal back home.

Katrina giggled at the complement and wiggled her ass back into Della. "Love when you tell me how hot I am, hehe," she said, watching her collect the blankets and eagerly snuggling up. Warm, soft, safe, good. Her eyes finally closed and sleep came quickly, after several nights of worry and running, she could rest easy in the arms of a beautiful hero. "Niiiiigh, cutie," she said, already slipping into unconsciousness.

Her dreams were easy at first, just imagining more ridiculous sexy situations between her and Della with Stryker and more of her fun toys. Sexy dreams faded into fear, worried what would happen, that they would find her somehow, that Della would find her to be too much trouble or give up on her. That the people from before would find her. Della might feel her move in the night, jolts and tremors as her dreams bled into her reactions. She got into the morning at least, before a dream woke her up with a sharp gasp, skin slick with sweat.
 
Della was still asleep when Katrina awoke. The hero was close to Katrina. Her arms were wrapped gently around Katrina's waist, not forcefully, but tight enough to hold her near. Her cock, partially erect, nudged against her partner's thighs, and her face was the sign of perfect contentment.

But Katrina's sudden motion did start waking her. She yawned and stretched a little, still holding onto her bedmate. "Morning..." she muttered, and then Katrina's distress registered to her. "Shit!" Della let out. "Are you okay? Where's the bad guys? Stryker's lab should be safe, I... Can..." she said as she bolted up, head moving to and fro to find the danger. "Did... Did I do something? What happened?"
 
The emotion of her sudden startling awakening got to her, and Katrina's eyes started to well up. She turned, realizing she'd also woken up Della, frowning. She wanted to just deal with this herself, damn this girl for being so sweet and attentive. "No, no, we're okay, you didn't do anything, you're amazing and sweet and good at cuddling. I, ugh, I'm just broke," she said, then fell into Della, face in her tits. She was safe here, right? She had to be.

"I had dreams. That they'd find me, I'd wake up and be in a creepy basement or a lab again or something. That you'd give up on me and get rid of me cause I'm just bringing you trouble. That the...bad people would take me back. Just got really scared and stuff. I'm...bleh, I'm just like, I'm really happy I'm still here and you didn't dump me off somewhere." She glanced back up, big blue eyes looking fondly at her with her trembling lips in a frown.
 
She hugged Katrina close. "That won't happen. If someone comes for you, they'll have to deal with both of us," Della said, and gave a gentle kiss to her head. "I promise I'm not going anywhere. Let's..." she started, thinking about breakfast, but figured that could wait a little bit. "Let's just stay here for a bit. Close to one another."

Della wrapped her arms properly around Katrina, walling her off from the mean outside world and enveloping her in soft warmth. Katrina could feel Della's heartbeat, which had peaked a little bit, but was now settling down to a steady, calm rhythm. "You aren't broken," Della murmured. "When you had the chance, you did the right thing. Life won't always be easy, but you can always be strong and do good. You won't be perfect-I'm not, Stryker's not, nobody is. But you aren't broken. You aren't alone. You are and will be supported."
 
Katrina sniffled, burying herself into Della's embrace. "Like, yeah, I know you wouldn't just dump me off, just like, you know, brains are assholes. Had enough people do it that you get used to it, so like, s'hard to not think I'm gonna just have to fend for myself again. It was different when I was a villain. I just knew that was the norm, nobody cared about each other, didn't have to worry I'd get left behind cause I anticipated it. Ugh. I'm sorry," she said, going quiet for a few minutes, just listening to the solid rhythm of Della's heart. Focus on the warmth, her voice, the softness.

She spoke again after a while, pulling away to sit up in bed. "Prolly obvious, but I've had some bad stuff go down in my past. Told you bout my parents but there's like, more. Stuff that makes me all frazzled, feel like I'm broke. I don't wanna dump it all on you if you don't want it, and dunno if I could even go through all that right now. Um, so I guess, uh, we could shower and get some breakfast?"
 
"Take your time, Katrina," Della said. "If you think it would help to tell me, then I'm happy to listen. But right now, I think you have the right idea on getting clean and getting food," she added. After a few more moments hugging, she loosened her grip a little and started getting up from the bed. "My shower's not really designed for two, but we could probably squeeze in there together if you want. If you're not in the mood, I can just work on breakfast while you get yourself all clean."

The naked hero lead Katrina to the bathroom. It was about what anyone would expect-a porcelain toilet against the wall next to a sink, and a modestly sized shower. The tub had higher walls, so it could be used as a bath as well.
 
Katrina slipped away from the bed with her, also nude, heading to the bathroom. With the showering together suggestion, she started to giggle. "Hehe, if we get in the shower together do you think we'll actually get clean, or are you gonna get all turned on seeing me so wet?" she teased, very much downplaying how horny she'd get seeing Della's muscles and cock all slick and sudsy. She'd start it herself, Della just trying to get herself clean then this slut gets down on her knees in the shower. "I'm down to shower together, good at pushing away bad thoughts and focusing on another thing. Probly ain't healthy, but ey, I'm alive. Let's get wet," she said, giggling, then trying to turn on the shower for a few minutes before requesting help, unsure how it functioned.

---

Back in Halcyon, a man in a pinstripe suit sat behind a desk, smoking a large, thick cigar. He had slick, black hair, a constant sneer. Vincenzo Marchetti, the new-ish head of the Marchetti crime family. A vengeful, greedy, nasty man that felt slighted. The phone on his desk lit up, a secretary's voice coming through. "Sir? She's here." He took a long drag of his cigar, then smashed it into an ashtray on the desk. Standing up, he straightened his jacket, and walked over to the minibar in the office. "Send her in."

A tall, muscled woman walked into the room with a grin on her face, the side of her face that could be seen. The rest was covered with a devilish red mask with a horn, the eye underneath glowing a vibrant green. She wore a mix of robes and sexy tights and garters, tight leathers with a ruffled sleeve on one arm and sleeveless on the other. Her right hand held a nasty, curved dagger. "This place sucks. Better be able to afford my good prices, gelhead." Vincenzo looked at her darkly. "You'll respect me in my office."

She laughed and threw the dagger, landing it in the wall next to his head. "Shut the fuck up, you're the one hiring me cause you know I'm the only one that can get the job done. I'm not one of your little gangsters you can scare, and I'm your last chance to actually get this done. So cough up the money and let me get to work!"

Vincenzo was clearly fuming, but he knew she was right. His back was against the wall here. Not only had Packrat fucked him over, she'd evaded all of his best guys. Plus, when they finally chanced upon her, Doormaker was there. Bitch had help from a hero that could send her anywhere. The family could use this, convince enough of his men to stop backing him and take over. He had to win this. "Fine," he finally said, walking over to a painting and swinging it open, revealing a safe. He turned the combination and opened it, pulling out a bag of large gems and a combat knife, the blade red with dried blood. He was startled as something crawled over his shoulder and grabbed the bag and knife, it looked like a mix between a snake and a flying squirrel with trailing flames. The creature leaped over to the witchy woman, landing on her shoulder and handed her the items. The gems were suddenly engulfed in pink flame, the magical fire sending it somewhere else. Vincenzo gritted his teeth. "I don't care what you do, just send me proof she's dead."

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Finally being shown how to operate the shower, Katrina stood under the warm water and let out a deep, contented sigh. "Mmmmm, yeah. You coming in, cutie?"
 
Is that Snake-Eyes Poplar?
I think that's Snake-Eyes Poplar. And the Black Witch too!

Heh. :p

On a more serious note, would you like to handle the Witch on your own? Or, if you want to share responsibility on her, I'll need to know what you envision her power set being.

"I might just admire the view for a little bit..." Della replied, her bobbing cock showing that she very much DID enjoy the view. But it wasn't long before she decided that simply looking wasn't enough, and squeezed inside the shower. Some might call it cramped-but right now, Della felt that steamy was a better word. The tight confines of the one-person shower kept the two women close together, the shaft of Della's cock nestled comfortably between Katrina's buttocks. She grabbed the soap, lathering her companion up, and spending rather too much time on the perky tits.

With a bit of a teasing nature, Della started to grind her cock against Katrina. "You know, we really should get clean properly..." she said, her hands still on the luscious breasts in front of her. "Just soap up, do the hair care, and be done. Maybe we just skip all the hanky-panky."
 
It is! I dipped into yugioh a bit last year and was absolutely in love with Diabellstar and her little buddy, and now she's got a blonde white witch girlfriend, it's so goooood


I can handle her myself mainly I think, happy for you to write her in fights or whatever for like, making things happen quicker if you'd like. I think she's a witch and can cast spells and has different magic powers, but it can drain her if she pushes it too far. I imagine she made some kind of devilish deal and she draws her power from her life force or something, and all her magic is gonna be themed around her pink fire

Katrina just couldn't help but moan as Della came into the shower and put her hands on her, lathering her up, that monster of a cock between her ass. Her tits were all soapy and hot, and Della was rubbing against her, her hands just traveling everywhere. She whined again when the hero started to grind against her. Oh, come on, that was just mean! Not like, really, but how was she supposed to resist feeling it rubbing against her like that?

She pushed her ass back and started to grind against her, reaching down to her pussy to touch herself. It was soaked, and not from the water raining on them. "Oh absolutely not, you are railing me in this shower, you tease," she reached up and grabbed Della's hand to keep it on her breast. "Fuck, you turn me on so easily, I can't resist," she added in moaned, desperate words.
 
Della let out a small laugh. "Fine. But only because you're so pretty!" she said, and scooched back slightly, just enough to let her grab her cock and bring it down to level with Katrina's pussy. "You really are, by the way. Absolutely stunning."

She squeezed her own tits together on Katrina's back as her cockhead teased its way inside. "Mmf..." she moaned out, still loving the sensations of her companion's hot, wet, and tight pussy. Della didn't wait long to start pushing in deeper, her first few thrusts each adding inches in depth. When she buried herself to the hilt, she paused a moment, her hands making little circles on Katrina's nipples. "I wish we could stay like this forever," she whispered.
 
Katrina blushed, hard to see as her skin was a little more red from the warmth of the water and being turned on. It felt so nice to hear Della say that, just being nice and caring and sweet. Helped her keep her big head. She smirked and wiggled her hips. "Oh, I know," she said, biting her lip as she felt it start to tease her entrance. She moaned, and finally cried out loudly when Della fully pushed inside. It filled her up perfectly, she felt complete with Della's thick, hard cock inside her.

"Mmmm, me too, fuck, it's so good. I just want to be your fuck toy, I found my real calling," she teased, then bucked her hips and started to push back against her, rubbing her sensitive spots on the cock inside her. Her nipples were so hard, and with the water and soap they were so slick, easy for Della to continue to circle and tease. "Yess, please, fuck me good"
 
Before starting again, Della took a moment to tell Katrina "You're more than just a sexy body. You're beautiful, inside and out, and you can do a lot more than just fuck good."

She followed that up with a small thrust. "But damn do you fuck good too!" she said with a laugh, quickly turning to a moan as she began to rail Katrina in earnest. Della's precum was flowing freely, already filling the expectant pussy as the cock slid in and out, in and out, a steady rhythmic fucking. Katrina found herself pressed against the wall of the bathroom-a shame that it had a curtain instead of a glass window, because her tits would look amazing pressed up against one. "Fuck fuck fuck," Della moaned, dropping one hand to rub Katrina's clit. "Cum for me! Tighten up, cum for me!"
 
Aww, she was so sweet. But right now, all Katrina wanted to be was a fuckable hole for the hero. She moaned and got louder, even with the shower going anyone would be able to hear them. She felt her breasts rubbing against the cold tiles of the shower wall, the sensation and temperature making them harder and feel so good. A glass door would be really good, her perky, big, soft tits would squish real good up to the door. When Della's hand rubbed at her clit, she felt the wall break as she burst through it into an orgasm. She came as Della asked her to, a good girl, crying out with cum flowing freely over Della's cock, her pussy tightening and body convulsing in Della's grip. She felt so full with her huge cock and pre cum inside her, but needed more, needed that dick to spray her insides like a hose. "Now you, fuck fuck, shoot it in meeeee!"
 
"Fuck... Fuck, yes, fuck!" Della moaned out, her words hot and heavy, as she obeyed in turn. Her cum shot out, flooding Katrina's already-full pussy, filling her to the brim. Della's thrusts slowed down as she came, jet after jet of jizz, until eventually she was just resting against Katrina and the wall. She moved her hips back a little, and her cock slipped out, sending a small river of white fluids down Katrina's legs.

After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Della said "Okay... Now clean time."

The two women helped one another get clean, Katrina getting a little time to play with Della's long hair as she shampooed it up. Once the shower was finished, Della grabbed one of the towels stacked on top of the toilet. "It's always so cold, getting out of the shower," she commented, her nipples agreeing. "I don't usually have time for breakfast, so I just keep some Pop-Tarts and cereal on-hand."
 
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