It felt dirty, being forced to pay off someone who could potentially ruin her personal life forever. Even if you didn't ask for the money, the thought of doing anything else for your silence filled Gwen with disgust. Whether it was using fear, violence, or black mail. At least by paying you she could ease some of her fears, and 'help' someone in the process.

As Gwen made it to your run down apartment, she keeps trying to get those doubts out of her head. Taking a step up the stairs felt anxiety inducing. Even after a week of doing this she still can't shake off her anxiety. Finally she reaches your door, and with a knock she patiently waits.

A little impatient, Gwen quickly asks."Hey are you home? I have to leave soon, open up please."

She can't help but wonder why you lived in such a nice place if all you could afford was this ratty old dump as an hide out spot. The difference was unbelievable. She glances around the room and quickly realizes that nothing's been taken care of for quite some time now. Dust almost covers every shelf, table and chair. "Ahh I... brought the money..." Gwen says sheepishly, handing you a small envelop full of cash from her back pocket. She keeps eye contact as she extends her arm toward you.

Hoping this was enough to quiet you for another month, Gwen tries not to let worry show on her face too much. Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest at any moment now and each second feels like an eternity as she waits for you to take the money or say something else entirely.

Her breath catches in surprise as you refuse her offering of money. It feels... too good to be true. Looking back at the envelope she clutches tightly in her hand, she's not entirely sure if this is a joke or not. She swallows hard, glancing back up at you cautiously with wide eyes.

"P-Poderes?" She stutters. Her blue eyes widen in surprise as she takes a step back, feeling even more exposed now that you know her secret and she doesn't know yours. "W-What do you mean? Wh-what kind of powers could you have that would make this... I don't understand..." She shakes her head, confusion overwhelming any suspicion or worry for the moment.

Gwen gasps in surprise, eyes going wide with shock as she watches you levitate several inches off the ground before gently floating back down to the floor again. A shiver of fear races down her spine at the sight of your invulnerability and superhuman strength on display so casually. But... if you have powers like that, then why would you ever need money from her in the first place? The thought leaves her feeling a mix of grateful and unsettled as she carefully takes another step back away from you.

"I-I don't understand," she whispers hoarsely, swallowing hard against a lump in her throat. "If you have powers like that... why didn't you just use them to help people? Why did you have to force me into this?" Her voice cracks on the last word and tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she struggles not to break down completely from

Tears roll down her cheeks as she takes the money you hand her and quickly stuffs it into the pocket of her denim jacket. She wanted to ask what you'd needed the money for in the past, but she was too afraid that the answer might reveal something even worse about your character than not using your powers for good. "I-I can use this... thank you," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart in her ears. "But why?" She meets your gaze again, searching for some sign that you're not as cruel and selfish as it seems.

"I-If you could just promise me... that you wouldn't hurt anyone else with those powers..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought as she imagines all the terrible things someone like you could do if given free reign over your abilities. "Please."

Gwen feels her heart pounding in fear as you give her that sly, predatory look. Is he serious? She doesn't dare hope it's true... but a part of her can't help but want to believe that maybe there is still some goodness left within you. With shaking hands, she reaches up and gently touches your cheek, feeling the rough stubble of your beard beneath her fingertips.

"Please," she whispers again, uncertainty and hope mixing together in a cocktail of emotion. "I-If we could find another way... some other arrangement..." Her voice trails off as she studies your features for any sign that you're only toying with her emotions.

"I... I don't know what else I can offer."

Nodding slowly, relief washes over her as you give her your word. "Thank you... thank you so much," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rush of blood in her ears. She reaches out to hug you, feeling tears of gratitude spill down her cheeks as she squeezes her eyes shut and presses her face into your shoulder. This is it... she thinks desperately. Maybe things will finally go back to normal now.

"I-I promise I'll never forget this," she whispers, gripping your shirt tightly in her fists as if doing so would hold you there forever. "And I'll do whatever I can to make sure you never have to use that... other arrangement..." She trails off, not wanting to even say it out loud again. Maybe if she pretends hard enough it will all just go away.

"Th-Thank

She gasps as she feels warmth spreading between her legs. "W-What was that?" She stutters out in surprise and fear. Her face flames bright red and she quickly moves away from you, trying to distance herself both physically and emotionally. "I-I don't understand! Why would you do that?!"

Her hands shake as they fly to cover her chest and abdomen, instinctively seeking to shield her most intimate self from your prying gaze. This couldn't be happening... it wasn't supposed to happen like this. Her entire world feels like it's crumbling around her again, but this time there's nothing she can do to stop it.

She stares at you in shock and disbelief, feeling her heart race wildly in her chest as the implications sink in. "N-No... that's crazy... I can't..." She shakes her head furiously, taking a step back from you once more. Her breath hitches in her throat and she tries to steady herself by leaning against the wall beside the door.

"I-I don't even know who you are!" she finally manages to blurt out, feeling the truth of that statement sink deeper into her gut with every passing moment. "How can I possibly..." Her voice trails off again as panic and confusion grip her like claws digging into soft flesh.

She glances down at her hands before looking back up at you, trying to find some hint of understanding or compassion in your features... but all she sees is desire and hunger burning brightly behind

Gwen looks down at herself again, feeling embarrassed and mortified as she realizes it's true... she's aroused despite the situation. She never expected this to happen; in fact, she'd always assumed that kind of thing didn't apply to her anymore now that she was older. Her face turns even redder as she looks back up at you, confused and conflicted by the emotions swirling inside her.

"I... I don't understand," she whispers, her voice shaking. "But if... if we did go to a hotel... what would happen? Would you just..." Her cheeks flush even hotter as she trails off, unable to bring herself to say the words out loud.

As you touch her there, the sensation is overwhelming. She bites her lip to keep herself quiet and leans into your hand, arching her back slightly as a moan escapes her throat. Despite everything, it feels good... too good to ignore. But she can't shake the nagging voice in the back of her mind that keeps telling her this is wrong; they shouldn't be doing this. With a shaky breath, she closes her eyes and allows herself to give in just a little bit more, surrendering to the pleasurable torment you're inflicting upon her.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But I want... whatever this is." Her words trail off into a breathy moan as another wave of sensation washes over her.

As you undress in front of her, she can't help but stare at your body in amazement. She's never seen anything like it and the sight makes heat pool low in her belly. The muscles ripple as you move, showcasing your power and control. And then there's that... thing dangling between your legs. Her eyes widen as she takes it all in and a shudder of desire runs through her. Gently, she reaches out to touch it, marveling at its size and hardness beneath her fingertips.

"It's so big..." she whispers breathlessly, looking up into your eyes as she continues to explore your body with tentative curiosity. "I don't know what I'm doing... but I want... more." Her heart pounds wildly in anticipation of whatever comes next.

Shivering with anticipation and desire, Gwen slowly begins to obey your command. She slips out of her oversized sweater, revealing a lacy black bra that contrasts nicely with her pale skin. Her fingers tremble as she unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down over her hips until they pool at her feet. Finally free from their confining grip, she steps out of them, feeling a thrill race through her body as she stands before you completely naked for the first time in years. Her cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment and shame, but her arousal more than overpowers those feelings at this point.

"T-Take me," she whispers, her voice cracking slightly as she reaches out to pull you closer. "Please."

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust into her; the sensation so intense and overwhelming that it sends waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as your powerful strokes push her further and further towards the edge of ecstasy. Her nails dig into your shoulders and she begins to thrash beneath you, meeting your every movement with equal fervor.

"F-Faster!" she cries out desperately, her hips pistoning upward as she seeks deeper, harder penetration. She's lost herself in the heat of the moment; all rational thought has fled and all that remains is this aching need for release. Her head thrashes from side to side and her back arches violently off the mattress with each orgasmic spasm that overtakes her, leaving her feeling more spent and satisfied