Bedroom Lairs
As we left the Hall of Heroes, I felt more than a few eyes drilling into my back. Though no one tried to stop us from leaving. Small mercies, at any rate.
Still, I didn’t relax until I was back in my car and well outside the city center, heading straight for the mountains that bordered Metro City. It was a comfortably long drive in the car, the air cooled by Glacia’s agitation. Her flush hadn’t left her since I’d pummeled Fister, and the way she looked at me made my blood warm, and gave me another compelling reason to get back to my lair.
We soon reached the imposing gates of the Roue Devard. A chalet buried in the mountains, surrounded by cliffs and forest, and sporting the menacing air of a Bond villain’s classy lair. Sweeping gables, an adjoining ballroom, copious pillars and even some lurking gargoyles, the whole building had a deep, menacing air about it. And for good reason. Formerly, it had been something of a lair-away-from-home for General Winter, before he bequeathed it to me along with his daughter. The General had been stubborn as a mule, but the man knew evil, I’d give him that, and the chalet had the perfect menacing flair that only 19th century architecture could manage.
As we approached the gate the speaker in one of the twin pillars crackled to life.
“Halt! Identify yourself or face immediate liquidation before the Iron Citadel!”
“I’m not calling the chalet that, Dolly,” I retorted.
The mad scientist giggled through the comm system, not even the scratchiness of the old electronics able to suppress the impish teasing in her tone. “Aw well. It sounds cool though!”
The gate swung open immediately after and I drove in. When I’d been given the Roue Devard, the place had been half in ruins due to my fight with General Winter. I’d called in Dolly to fix up the place, and ever since she’d been living in the basement. Which worked for me, as it meant she could continue upgrading the security systems.
I pulled up past the fountain and got out, Glacia following me at once. No sooner had we stopped than she cleared her throat.
“Sir?” she said.
“Yes?”
“I was wondering… considering the success of my first solo mission and ah… in light of your fight for my honour if… ah… I was hoping perhaps a reward might be… well…”
I raised my brow, pretending not to know what she was getting at. “Reward? What are you thinking?”
“I think she wants you to fuck her, boss.”
Glacia flushed and I looked towards the doors of the chalet, where Psyren had just made her appearance.
The psychic was smirking at us, her slim figure pressed lazily against the doorframe, which did wonders to show herself off. She was dressed in a tank top tight around her firm breasts, while faded jeans that hugged her hips and ass. A spiked collar hung around her neck and her hair was cut short in a manic pixie cut. Huge headphones that suppressed her psychic powers sat on her head and over her ears. A necessity given how strong she was. Without those, she’d hear the minds of every person in the building. She always had a teasing air to her. A pixie flightiness that would see her kiss you and stab you with the same gleeful expression.
She was also holding a leash for something I’d hoped to see less of. Like a monstrous toad crossed with a buzz saw, Nibbles panted at her feet, the grotesque monster revealing rows of jagged teeth as he looked up at her adoringly. One of Teklin’s monstrosities known as Thoggs, the creature had been adopted by Psyren, whose powers enabled her to keep the thing as a pet. It bothered me a bit how seamlessly the thing fit her general aesthetic. But at least she’d trained it to go outside, though the black patches on the lawn were kind of annoying.
“I ah…” Glacia said.
“Which sucks,” Psyren said, pushing out from the door and sauntering towards us, her hand gliding along my arm as she prowled around me, like a shark checking out dinner. “Because I wanted a bit of fun first. But I suppose I can let you go this time, bossman,” she said with another teasing flutter of her lashes, neon pink hearts thrumming in her eyes. “After all, you’ll be stopping by to see me soon too. Right?”
“What did you do that deserves a reward?” I asked.
“What?” she said with a teasing pout. “You mean being this cute and this loveable isn’t enough? Maybe I should go and hunt down some of your enemies. Hm? Turn them into your obedient, brainwashed slaves. Would that earn me some loving from my evil master?”
“Maybe not just now,” I said, shivering as her slender fingers slid along my shoulder. Dammit, she knew exactly how to excite me. “I think Glacia and I should have a little… chat about events today.”
“Yeah, sure. Just polite conversations,” Psyren said with a playful smirk. “Well, don’t let me keep you two. Come on, Nibbles.”
“Roooark!” the monster panted, hopping after her as she sauntered away with a swing of her hips. My eyes lingered on the display, but not for long. Though Psyren was attractive as always, I had someone else in mind right now. I turned back to Glacia, whose lips were pursed tight in annoyance. Well, can’t have that. I slid my arm around her, resting my hand on her hip, tugging her close.
“Come on,” I said, my voice low. Husky. “Time for a thorough… debriefing.”
Glacia flushed pink and licked her lips in anticipation. “Yes. Yes, of course, sir,” she said, fairly melting against me.
I chuckled, touching her chin, tilting it up as I leaned down to kiss her. I felt Glacia shiver as her lips met mine, a soft moan rising out of her, along with a subtle drop in the chilly air around her. There we go. I hated to see the girls fight, and morale was important around here. Time to build it some more.
My hand squeezing her hip, I walked her into the chalet and through the expansive foyer. We went up the staircase, through the halls, and straight to my bedroom. My hands were quite busy admiring Glacia’s body, so I used my powers to turn the handle and open the door.
My room was depressingly utilitarian, which wasn’t surprising. I used to try and keep the things I owned down to the minimum. Less to bring with me when I inevitably had to move because some villain or streeter wrecked my apartment trying to kill me. It was a habit I still had, leaving my new bedroom with little more than a bed, a side table, and a dresser.
But the bed was all I needed.
Glacia seemed to agree. Her kiss had grown warmer. More passionate. Her lips separated from me only to suck in a gasp of air before locking with my mouth once more. Her hands clutched my shirt, and I let her tug it off and over my head. My own hands lifted her heavy coat off her, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in nothing but the skin-tight white bodysuit beneath. I took a moment to admire her figure. Not plump, but curved in all the right ways. Her large breasts swelling against her suit, her ass curving it deliciously. Fuck but she was beautiful, her skin faintly pink with her blushing, her eyes sparkling like the diamonds she’d tried to steal.
“Sir…” Glacia breathed, her cool hand pressing against my abdominals.
Before I could stop her she slid down to her knees, her hands going to my pants and opening them. She tugged them and my boxers down, my cock springing to attention almost at once. Glacia sucked in a breath, then fluttered her lashes at me, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to the crown of my manhood.
“Ah!” I gasped. “Glacia, you-“
“Thank you, sir, for crushing that hero for me,” Glacia breathed. “It was… most impressive…”
“No problem,” I said thickly. Holy hell. Was she about to…
She was.
I groaned as her lips engulfed my shaft. Her mouth was still cool, a side-effect of her powers, but that just made me even more sensitive as her lips ran up and down my length, lovingly sucking me off. Oh fuck that was good. She wasn’t going too deep. This was probably the first time she’d ever done something like this. But fuck, she was doing amazingly.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my hand resting on her head as she gently bobbed. “Fuck. Glacia, that’s good. Keep going…”
She did.
Good fuck she did.
Her hands came up, stroking whatever she couldn’t get in her mouth. Her lips ran up and down my cock with heavenly tenderness. Adoring worship. I groaned above her, my hands tightening reflexively in her soft, white hair. I couldn’t last long. Not with her doing that.
“Fuck. Glacia. That’s it. Almost… I’m… Mnnnn!”
I groaned, shuddering, my muscles tightening as I came. Glacia moaned in delight as she swallowed every drop.
Glacia lifted her lips from my cock, still flushed and hot. She blinked dazedly up at me, and goddam if that look didn’t get my pulse racing all over again.
I grabbed her, pulling her to her feet. Glacia gasped as I kissed her neck, making her moan and shudder in delight as my hands roamed over her figure, quickly finding the seam of her costume. I slid it open, and her snowy white suit peeled off her, fluttering to the floor. Fuck but she was beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect.
“Sir,” Glacia gasped. “I… Mnnn!” she groaned as my free hand cupped her breast, squeezed it, feeling her nipple harden and press into my palm.
Just having her in my arms was already getting me hard again. There was no holding back. I eased her down onto the bed, kissing up her neck, taking her earlobe and gently sucking on it. The squeak she made at that sensation made me grin, and thickened my cock once more to its full length.
I reached between us, gently parting her legs. I ran my finger along her slit, feeling how wet she was. Wonderful.
I eased forward, Glacia gasping as she felt me at her entrance. She bit her lip, her blue eyes smoky and hot with desire.
“P-please, sir,” she gasped. “Please.”
It was hard to be gentle. I wanted her so badly. Glacia moaned softly as I filled her, her body flexing, tightening with her pleasure as I began to ease out, then push in again.
The pace I set was slow. Gentle. But it was hard. Damn but it was hard. Soon, I couldn’t help but increase the pace, the feeling of her tightening, flexing, squeezing my cock beyond belief. I moaned in pleasure, my breathing growing hot. Fast as I fucked her into my bed, the hitching gasps of her breath sending my pulse thudding in excitement.
“Sir! Yes! Ah! O-ohhhh! P-please, sir!” Glacia moaned. “M-more! Please, sir. M-mooooore!”
Her hands clung to me, pulling herself against me, her breasts squeezed to my chest as I rutted in her faster. Faster. Oh fuck yes. Yes! I was so close. So close!
“Yesssss!” Glacia wailed, her inner walls tightening, her orgasm shooting through her, her arms hugging me tight as she rode that wave of ecstasy.
I wasn’t far behind, the sudden high of pleasure pushing me over the edge, joining her in that moment of pure pleasure. I groaned as I filled her, a hot surge of pleasure shaking through me.
Oh fuck that was good.
Gently, I pulled out of her and took her into my arms. Oof! She was getting cold again, but I didn’t mind. I stroked her hair as she pressed herself against my chest, her body fitting neatly against mine.
“You did an amazing job today,” I told her. “Outstanding work.”
“I am pleased by your praise, sir,” she said, a hint of satisfaction in her breathless voice. “And… sir?”
“Yeah?” I said.
“I had a project I was working on. I wondered if I might put it out on display around the grounds?”
“A project? Yeah, sure. That sounds pretty good.”
“Thank you, sir. You will not be disappointed,” Glacia said, nuzzling against my chest.
I chuckled, stroking her hair and back as she relaxed against me.
Pretty good end to the day.