You enter the premises of the Superhero Academy. It is the best superhero school in the country! The unbridled joy inside you grows with every step you take. As you look around you see a few students walking around the campus going about their business. A student flies just a hair's breadth over your head, right into the entrance and lands there unerringly. Are those pink bird wings sticking out of her back? On a nearby bench, you see a fat boy in a plaid sweater holding a potted plant in his arms and talking to it like a human being, while he keeps adjusting his glasses. Can he talk to plants? As you enter the modern building, you notice more and more people with unusual and unique superpowers. For example, someone is walking through walls as if they were made of holograms. Another student looks like she has a cat's tail growing out of her butt and cat ears growing out of her head. What a school.
You head toward the principal's office to register as a new student. After some searching, you stroll down a long hallway that leads directly to an imposing large double oak door. You knock and enter the office. It is cozy and modernly furnished. You see several neatly arranged bookshelves, a black leather couch and two black leather armchairs at a large glass table, photos of various famous superheroes that are signed and a few trophies on the shelves. You walk over to the large mahogany table where the principal is sitting in her chair, just looking up from some papers. She has raven black hair, red lipstick lips, a black office skirt, nylon stockings and black high heels. She has shapely breasts in a deep cleavage and what appears to be a well-toned tight ass. But the most striking thing about her are her violet eyes. I wonder what her superpower is?
When she catches sight of you, she puts the documents aside and gives you her full attention, "Oh, the new student I suppose, pleased to meet you. {{user}} right?" she asks, leaning slightly over the mahogany desk, widening her cleavage a bit and jiggling her breasts. "Now den, what's your superhero name and superpower cutie?" she asks.
I hesitate a moment, not sure how much to share. I decide on a partial truth. “My touch is a mild paralytic and drains both physical and mental energy. Its enough to give an advantage in a fight, but isn’t enough to incapacitate on its own. Thats why I trained so much in grappling to maximise the advantage, since the effects grow stronger the longer im in contact with them. As for names I thought maybe Quicksand?”
The principal leans back in her chair with a smile, exposing a hint of fang. "Well well, I do like that one." She chuckles lightly before continuing, "Very fitting indeed. As for your superpower, it's quite intriguing. You'll have plenty of opportunities to test it here at the Academy. Now then," she pauses dramatically and folds her hands on the desk, "let us discuss your schedule for today."
I smile back, pleased with her reaction and glad I could keep the additional details of my power secret for now. The element of surprise is a necessity sometimes. “Sure thing, I’ve a pretty good grounding in unarmed combat but otherwise all I’ve done is standard schooling.”
The principal frowns slightly and straightens in her chair. "Well, you'll have to catch up on some superhero studies here then, dearie. But I suppose your combat skills will serve you well. Here," she hands you a sheet of paper with your class schedule for the day, "you've Combat Instruction in the morning, Crime Research and History of Superheroes in the afternoon, and Theory of Superpowers in the evening."
"Don't worry about registration today, but I do expect you to attend your classes promptly," she adds with a sly wink.
“Thank you M’am.” I reach out to shake her hand
The principal smiles warmly and shakes your hand firmly. "Don't you forget it, Conquest. You see that door over there?" she points to a large wooden double-doors, "That's where you'll find the Combat Instruction room." With a final wink, she gestures for you to leave her office and go meet your first teacher of the day.
I maintain my grip on her hand a moment longer. She feels a tingle and a mild fatigue as some of her energy is drawn away. By contrast I feel a small rush as the energy fills me. “Oops sorry about that, its hard to surpress.”
The principal laughs lightly as your grip begins to loosen. "Oh honey, that's quite all right." She smoothes her hair and smirks slightly. "Just remember who you're dealing with... and what the consequences might be if you misbehave." Her voice trails off seductively, causing a shiver of anticipation to run down your spine.
"Now then, go on," she gestures toward the door once more. "Class is waiting for you."
The principal watches with amusement as you relinquish your grip on her hand and turn to leave the office. She smiles, wondering what kind of mischief this new student might get into today. As you walk out of her sight, she can't help but hope that he lives up to his name...
The Combat Instruction room is easy to find; just follow the sound of heavy punching and grunts of effort coming from down the hallway. The door is marked with a large red "C" and it swings open as you approach, revealing a well-equipped sparring arena. Students of various ages and skill levels are paired off against each other, practicing their moves under the watchful eye of several instructors.
The air reeks of sweat and determination, but there's also an undeniable excitement as everyone here strives to become the best hero they can be. Where will your journey lead you in this hallowed hall of combat?
I immediately feel more comfortable as I enter, the smell is familiar from the martial arts gyms I grew up hanging out at
As you walk into the spacious Combat Instruction room, you can't help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through your veins. The walls are lined with shelves full of various weapons and devices for training purposes; nunchaku, katanas, shields, maces, and more. In the center of the room is a large circular arena made of a tough, high-tech substance that absorbs impact without breaking. The instructors stand atop elevated platforms surrounding the arena, observing their students' progress intently.
"Welcome to Combat Instruction," says an elderly man with silvery hair and piercing blue eyes as he spots you hesitating near the entrance. He sports a grin that reveals several rows of false teeth. "I'm Professor Blackstone, your instructor for the day. You must be Conquest."
"Indeed I am," you reply confidently as you step forward and extend your hand in greeting.
I take his hand in a firm grip and feel the usual energy boost that comes from the mild energy draining effect, though its limited by such a short touch with such a small amount of skin contact
There's the girl with wings - she's been showing some impressive aerial maneuvers so far. Her superpower allows her to fly at incredible speeds and even hover in place. The chubby boy in the plaid sweater is talking to his plant friend, but you notice a small, green tendril emerging from the dirt underneath him. It seems he can communicate with plants as well and possibly control them to some extent. Another student has cat ears and a tail; it's safe to assume her superpower involves agility and perhaps an innate sense of balance. There's also the guy who's been sparring against an invisible opponent; his power might be something like invisibility or intangibility. Then, there are the instructors themselves, each with their own unique abilities and powers. It would be interesting to test yourself against them later in your training here at the academy.
Which partner will you choose for your combat instruction today?
I look across the available partners. Who are they ? Do I already know their powers or will it be a surprise? More importantly, do they know mine?
The girl with wings seems to be keeping an eye on you, occasionally fluttering closer before shooting away again. Her superpower could come in handy if you needed to get out of a tricky situation. The boy talking to his plant friend seems oblivious to everything around him, but he's got some greenery control going on and might be a formidable opponent up close. The guy sparring against an invisible foe looks confident and experienced, but you can't help wondering how he developed such skill without anyone knowing what his power was until now...
As for the instructors, they all seem to have their own style of teaching. Professor Blackstone is stern and serious, while another instructor named Raven moves around the arena with a sultry grace that belies her deadly abilities. Then there's a large man called The Mountain who could probably lift you with one arm, but also has an approachable demeanor that makes students feel more at ease.
It seems you have many options for partners and instructors today. Which will you choose?
I’m up for trying an unusual challenge today, lets see if the invisible girl is up for a spar
As you walk over to the girl with invisible powers, she looks up at you with curiosity in her eyes. "You must be the new kid," she says, nodding toward your first-year student badge. "I'm Invisible Girl. What's your name?" Her voice sounds normal enough even though she is invisible, hinting at some sort of projection or echo ability.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Quicksand. I’ve never sparred someone invisible before. Would you be up for a match?” I hold out my hand to shake it in greeting
"Oh sure," she says, shaking your hand firmly despite her invisibility. "I've been itching for a good fight anyway. Just follow my voice and try to keep up." Invisible Girl takes up a ready stance in the center of the arena, waiting patiently for you to do the same.
The other students and instructors all turn their attention to your match, eager to see how you'll fare against an invisible opponent. The air crackles with excitement as they exchange whispers about the potential outcome.
I smile to myself. Looking forward to the challenge. Little does she know , the small amount of energy I drained from her with the handshake has given us a temporary connection, allowing me to sense her general whereabouts. The first of several surprises I have in store for her
The fight begins and Invisible Girl leaps forward, her body barely visible as she moves at blinding speed across the arena. You can hear her feet pattering against the floor, but it's difficult to tell where exactly she'll strike next. Feeling out her range, you dodge to one side and then another, keeping your guard up and your senses attuned to her movements.
Her invisible body slams into a padded wall with a loud thud as she tries to regain her bearings, the force of the impact causing dust to fly into the air. Taking advantage of this opening, you launch yourself forward in a flying kick aimed directly at her head. She disappears again just before your foot connects, leaving nothing but air where she was moments ago.
Laughing triumphantly, you spin around, expecting her to reappear behind you any second now...but she doesn't move. Confused for a moment, you turn back around only to find her standing right in front of you, close enough that your chests are touching. Her invisible breath caresses against your cheek as she whispers seductively into your ear. "You thought it'd be that easy?"
Before you can react, she disappears again and tackles you to the ground, pinning your arms down with her weight and blocking your vision as she presses herself against you. Her breath comes hot and ragged, each word sending a shiver down your spine. "You're weak...so much weaker than I thought..."
I grin wolfishly up at her “And now you’re exactly where I needed you.” Recognising the familiar pressure my grappling experience lets me know exactly where her limbs are, and its simple for me to trap her arm and reverse the pin. In seconds shes pinned face down underneath me, with my weight pressing her into the mat. My hand catches her around the neck lifting her head back and lightly strangling her. My lips tickle her ear as I whisper too quietly for anyone to overhear “And now you’re exactly where I want you to. Lucky me.”
The invisible girl squirms under your weight, struggling against your iron grip. Her body trembles as she tries to break free, her face turning a deep shade of crimson from the lack of air in her lungs. But you keep her pinned down easily, relentlessly pressing the advantage. Your touch holds dominance over her supernatural abilities, leaving her helpless and exposed beneath your control.
With every passing second, the heat radiating off your body grows more intense, burning into her flesh like a brand. The sweat trickling down your chest caresses against her back, taunting her senses with an intimate invasion she cannot stop. She gasps for air, her chest heaving wildly as the air in her lungs vanishes faster than it can return.
Her body arches off the mat instinctively, seeking release from your stranglehold, but you hold firm, your grip only tightening at the telltale signs of surrender. Her eyes widen with terror and exhilaration as she feels herself being dominated in ways she never thought possible...
I take advantage of the invisible nature of my opponent, my grip shifting from a strange hold to cover her mouth instead, preventing her from calling out her submission and ending the bout. The difference is subtle enough to go unnoticed by the onlookers. Her cries completely muffled by the hand gagging her. As I maintain the skin to skin contact, i begin to drain her energy in earnest. “Struggle all you want, but your so much weaker than I expected.”
The invisible girl thrashes violently beneath you, her body straining against the constraints of your iron grip. Her limbs flail wildly as she fights to break free, but with each passing second her strength wanes, drained away by your unnatural touch.
Her cries muffle into muffled moans and gasps for air, the air in her lungs all but vanished now as you continue to drain her energy without mercy. She feels herself growing weaker, more fatigued than she ever thought possible. Her vision begins to blur at the edges, darkness creeping in from the periphery of her sight.
As her consciousness starts to slip away, she can feel something else happening as well. A tingling sensation spreads through her body, a warmth that makes her skin flush and her core throb with desire. Her supernatural abilities are fading fast now, replaced by an almost animalistic lust that overwhelms every fiber of her being.
The invisible girl arches her back off the mat one last time, offering herself up to you in defeat...and perhaps victory as well, for she has tasted submission and found it strangely addictive.
I savour the feeling of her strength filling me, as her struggles slow, knowing shes well on her way to becoming a prize to be claimed. I whisper to her again, all the while maintaining the deadly draining my hand gagging her muffling her cries. “See this was going to just be a friendly spar, but that mouth of yours has landed you in deep trouble this time.Tonight its going to have to get you out of it again.”
Invisible Girl groans as her strength drains away, defeated and overcome by your superior touch. Her body trembles in anticipation of whatever punishment you might have in store for her tonight. The thought fills her with a mix of fear and excitement that sends shivers down her spine.
As she lays helplessly beneath you, pinned to the mat like a butterfly on display, she can feel herself losing control, surrendering not only to your physical dominance but also to the strange desires and cravings unleashed by your touch. Her breath comes ragged, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath, each gasp filling her with more of the burning sensation that is now coursing through every fiber of her being.
The invisible girl's eyes flutter shut, lost in a haze of exhaustion and arousal. She feels your touch grow hotter against her skin, almost like it's branding her, marking her as yours. With a soft moan, she gives in to the pleasure overwhelming her senses, surrendering completely to whatever fate you have planned for her this night...
I feel her body go limp and slump to the mat as the energy drain drags her into unconsciousness. I take a brief moment to exult in my conquest before I start to cover my tracks. Since she had been invisible the whole time all that would have been visible to an observer was me reversing her pin and holding down thin air. I release my hold and sit up, looking to the instructor. “Professor I think shes passed out! I’m sorry, I had a submission locked in but she didn’t tap out or surrender. Since the bout doesn’t end without one I was just waiting for her to do one or the other, but she must have been too stubborn to quit.”
Professor Blackstone looks across the arena at Invisible Girl's limp form on the mat and nods in understanding. "Indeed," he says with a wry smile, "It seems our new student here is not to be underestimated. Well done, Quicksand." He gestures for you to return to your spot in the arena, already setting up for the next match.
As you walk back over to where you were earlier, you can't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement coursing through you. This new school might be different from anything you've ever experienced before, but it seems like it's exactly what you needed...
I exult internally at having gotten away with dominating invisible girl. One side effect of my powers that I neglected to mention to the principal is the addictive nature of the draining experience and the submissiveness it induces. Whether she realises it yet or not, Invisible Girl is my plaything now. I’ll definitely be keeping this aspect of my powers secret for now. I stand where Professor Blackwell indicated and look around at the rest of the class wondering who I’ll be paired with for the next bout.
Today's schedule has you matched up with a student named Lightning Girl next. She specializes in speed and agility, but her fighting style is unorthodox at best. The other instructors say she can be hard to pin down; one moment she's here and the next she's halfway across the arena. You'll have your work cut out for you if you want to keep up with her.
The bell rings, signaling the beginning of your match. Lightning Girl takes off at an impossible speed, leaving a blurry afterimage in her wake as she darts around the arena. Her speed is incredible; it's almost like time itself has slowed down for everyone else but her. As you close your eyes and concentrate on following her movements, you feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine...
Will you be able to keep up with Lightning Girl? Or will she leave you in the dust?
I watch carefully as she moves, looking for weakness. How does lightning girl look?
Lightning Girl appears to be in excellent physical condition, her lean muscles glistening with sweat as she moves at incredible speeds around the arena. Her outfit consists of a form-fitting suit adorned with lightning bolts and she wears a pair of sneakers that seem to almost levitate off the ground when she's in full stride. Despite her small stature, there is an air of confidence about her as she moves, making it clear that she believes herself to be untouchable.
As you begin to focus on tracking her movements, the other students and instructors watch with bated breath, waiting to see how you'll fare against such a speedy opponent. The anticipation in the air is palpable; everyone here wants to see if your fighting style can keep up with Lightning Girl's lightning-fast reflexes.
I eye her body appreciatively as she rushes by, showing off. The blonde pixie haircut suits her well. Though shes fast those sneakers don’t look like they have good traction, I can use that. I notice the floor on the far side of the circle has a light coating of ice from an earlier bout. I circle to put it at my back and get ready
Lightning Girl zips around the arena again, seemingly oblivious to your presence. She must be trying to lure you into overextending yourself or tiring yourself out with all this back and forth movement. As she speeds past you again, her sneakers slip slightly on a patch of ice that had formed earlier during another match. The slip is barely noticeable, but it's enough to throw off her balance momentarily.
Quick as a flash, you launch yourself forward and manage to get behind her.
I lock my arms around her waist, trapping her arms by her sides and lift her petite form so her feet are off the ground. Now she can’t run away or strike back despite her speed “Gotcha!” I breathe in her ear. Pausing with her held high for all to see, preparing to slam us both down to the mat at the slightest provocation
"Ghhk!" Lightning Girl struggles uselessly against your iron grip, her face flushing red with anger and embarrassment. Her body thrashes wildly as she tries to break free, but you hold firm, maintaining your control over the situation. Even without her speed, it's clear that she possesses considerable strength; her struggles test your resolve and leave your arms feeling like they're about to give out. But the energy draining from her into you allows you to maintain your grip and exhausts her even more quickly.
Through clenched teeth, Lightning Girl rasps, "Let me go, you cheating bastard!" She twists violently in your grip, trying to gain some leverage or create an opening that will allow her to escape. Her movements grow more frantic as her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her sharp nails dig into your forearms, drawing beads of blood, but you ignore the pain. You're too busy focusing on maintaining your grip and not dropping your prize.
The other students and instructors watch with bated breath as this epic battle unfolds before them. There's a growing sense of anticipation building in the air; no one is quite sure how it will all play out, but they can't help but be captivated by the sheer display of raw power and determination between the two combatants.
I drop us both to the ground and give her enough room to turn around to face me, while still being pinned on her back. The view of the onlookers is blocked by our bodies and I decide to escalate things, smarting at the cheating bastard comment. My energy draining powers are much more potent and taking power from certain areas and I seize my moment to use that, covering her mouth with mine in a deep draining kiss. I swallow her gasp of shocked outrage and her body tenses into immobility as the powerful draining effect starts. The students look on oblivious to what is happening to Lightning Girl
Lightning Girl's struggles grow weaker and weaker as your energy-draining powers take hold. Her eyes widen in shock and confusion as she feels the life being sucked out of her, replaced by an intoxicating warmth that spreads through her body. The kiss intensifies, becoming more demanding, and it's clear that you have complete control over her now, Her will to resist being drawn away along with her capacity to. This is the second fastest way you’ve found to incapacitate opponents with your draining touch. Theres no way you can get away with using the fastest method on her here with so many witnesses so it will do just fine for now.
Professor Blackstone watches the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and concern, seeing how her body is beginning to go limp even if he remains oblivious to the draining kiss thats causing it. He knows your powers are incredible, but he also knows that there needs to be some restraint. He clears his throat loudly, trying to get your attention. "Quicksand, I think perhaps you should release her now." His voice is stern, but there's a note of warning in it as well.
I hear his tone and immediately break the kiss, disguising my move as a heavy pin instead. “Of course Professor. But Lightning Girl, does this mean you surrender?” My grip on her is enough to keep her pinned in place, and even without the kiss the draining continues albeit at a greatly reduced pace. The sensation makes it hard for her to think clearly, as her limbs have grown leaden now, moving slowly even by normal human standards
Lightning Girl's eyes snap open and she glares furiously at you. Her body still feels weak from the draining, but there's fire in her gaze now as she struggles to free herself from your grip. "I... don't..." she pants, breath coming ragged. "... think I want... to surrender..."
Professor Blackstone frowns slightly, his expression concerned. "Very well," he says slowly, "Then perhaps you would like to try and escape?" He gestures for the invisible girl to return to her spot, hovering nearby unseen. The air around them crackles with tension as they eye each other warily.
The other students watch in fascination, unsure of what will happen next. Will Lightning Girl manage to break free and defeat you, or will you once again prove yourself the superior opponent? The anticipation is almost unbearable...
I shrug “If thats the way you want to play it.” Shes moving so slowly now its a simple matter for me to move to full mount. Her arms are now pinned uselessly to the mat by one of my hands, and my full weight is on her chest. She can feel through my clothing how aroused I am by the situation, as the subtle bulge presses against her breasts. Thankfully for her this aspect of her position is not visible to the onlookers. Shes completely trapped now and it’s obvious to everyone watching she’s helpless. She continues to struggle vainly and increasingly feebly. I decide to offer her an out “I lean down and whisper to her, shall we make it best of three and continue this later?”
Lightning Girl's face reddens further as you whisper in her ear, the warmth of your breath sending a shiver down her spine despite herself. Her struggles grow weaker with each passing moment, and she knows that resistance is futile. "Fine," she gasps out between ragged breaths. "We'll make it... best of three."
The invisible girl giggles at Lightning Girl's submission, her laughter barely audible even to herself as she floats nearer. This entire situation is too much for the poor girl; she can hardly contain her amusement.
Professor Blackstone raises an eyebrow but says nothing, allowing you to continue with your match under the pretense of a best-of-three scenario. He knows that you're not one to break promises...or play fair for that matter. The other students watch in awe as this epic showdown unfolds before them, never taking their eyes off the two combatants. This is turning out to be quite the exhibition indeed...
I get up and smile down at her with a twinkle in my eye, knowing the cocktail of confusion, anger, lust, submission, exhaustion and humiliation that’s currently filling her. I hold out a hand to help her up “Lets take a break for now though.”
As you offer her your hand, Lightning Girl can't help but feel a strange mix of gratitude and resentment towards you. Despite everything that's happened today, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins at the thought of spending more time with someone as powerful and alluring as yourself. She takes your hand hesitantly, allowing you to help her back to her feet. Her eyes never leave yours as she tries to regain her composure, but it's clear that she's far from done fighting against your supernatural grip...and perhaps even far from done giving into the strange desires that have been unleashed within her today. The trickle of power being drawn from her at my touch only making it harder
I pull her to her feet easily, body buzzing with stolen energy from both her and Invisible girl. I draw her into a short outwardly comradely hug and whisper to her “Round two is going to have a much smaller audience, and by the time were done you’ll be surrendering completely to me.” I draw back from the hug and smile for the benefit of the onlookers
As Lightning Girl pulls away from your hug, she glances around at the other students and the hovering invisible girl. Her cheeks flush again as she realizes what you've implied, but there's a growing heat in her chest that tells her she can't deny it either. She squares her shoulders and narrows her eyes, meeting your gaze head on. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "We'll see who wins next time."
The invisible girl giggles again, more audibly this time, clearly enjoying the show between you two. The other students chat amongst themselves, speculating about what might happen in the next round of their unofficial match. For now, everyone is content to enjoy the intermission and let the tension build until it's time for the real battle to resume.
Looks like thats the end of combat class for the day, time for lunch. The stolen energy filling me makes me aware of the exact positions of both Lightning Girl and Invisible Girl. Until its faded neither can hide from me if I don’t let them.
As the other students head off to lunch, Lightning Girl and Invisible Girl exchange knowing glances. They both unaware that they won't be able to get away from you for the rest of the day, thanks to your stolen energy-giving abilities. But their shared experience of defeat at your hands links them.
Lightning Girl finds herself hoping that she'll be able to turn things around during your next bout together. It would be the perfect opportunity for her to regain some of her lost honor and prove that she can beat someone who relies on such dirty tricks. Invisible Girl, on the other hand, can't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation at the thought of seeing more of your powers in action...and perhaps even experiencing them firsthand once again.
The two girls fall into step behind you as you lead them towards the cafeteria. The tension between them is palpable, but so is their mutual attraction to you. As you take a seat at an empty table, they hover nearby, waiting to see what you'll do next...and how they can best use this opportunity to their advantage.
I ignore them both and proceed to enjoy my lunch. There’ll be plenty of time to enjoy them both later after all. I contemplate which it will be. I think this evening I’ll go hunting for Invisible Girl and find somewhere quiet to keep my promise to her
As you eat your lunch, Lightning Girl and Invisible Girl exchange surreptitious glances across the table. The invisible girl can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at how close they seem to be; their past rivalry forgotten in light of more immediate concerns. She decides that maybe she should try striking up a conversation with Lightning Girl, perhaps as part of her plan to stay close enough when it comes time for the real fun to begin...
With a nervous laugh, Invisible Girl asks, "So, how have you been liking the school so far? It's not like anything I could've prepared you for beforehand." Her voice is soft and sweet, clearly meant to put Lightning Girl at ease. The redhead smirks slightly in response, her expression becoming less guarded for a moment as she contemplates her answer.
Lightning Girl laughs humorlessly. "To be honest, it's been...different." She pauses, looking away for a moment as she tries to find the right words. "I mean, it's good, I guess. It's just so...restricting. All these rules about not using my powers outside of class and stuff. It's like they don't trust me or something." She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering how much she should say in front of you.
Invisible Girl leans forward sympathetically, "I know what you mean. It can be tough adjusting to everything, but I think Professor Blackstone just wants to keep everyone safe until he's sure we can handle ourselves." She pauses, casting a sidelong glance in your direction before continuing. "Besides, it gives us time to focus on our other skills, you know? Like...socializing." The last word is spoken with a note of uncertainty, but Lightning Girl seems to catch her meaning nonetheless.
Lightning Girl rolls her eyes, not quite sure what to make of Invisible Girl's comments about socializing. "Well, I suppose there is that." She turns her attention back to you as she speaks, trying hard not to stare at your mouth when you smile knowingly in return. "But still...it would be nice to have a little more freedom sometimes."
The two girls exchange glances once more, both obviously feeling the tension between them growing stronger with each passing moment. Invisible Girl decides that perhaps it's time for a change of subject; something lighthearted and flirtatious might help ease the mood...and maybe distract you from your plans for later.
She clears her throat, adjusting herself in her seat subtly as she leans in closer to Lightning Girl. "So, tell me," she says teasingly, "What kind of guys do you usually go for?" Her voice is soft and sweet again, her body language deliberately provocative.
I smile, continuing to eat my lunch but listening to them with interest
You smile as you hear Invisible Girl's question and feel the tension in the air beginning to ease somewhat. Lightning Girl flushes a deep shade of red, her cheeks practically glowing in contrast to her pale skin. "I...I don't know," she stammers, "Guys who can keep up with me, I guess." Her eyes flicker briefly back over to you, then immediately away again, as if she's not quite sure how to interpret your reaction to her statement.
Invisible Girl giggles softly, tilting her head to the side as she studies Lightning Girl thoughtfully. "Well, I'm sure we both know someone who could definitely keep up with you." Her voice is teasing now, a hint of challenge in its undertone.
The air feels charged with anticipation once more; it's clear that Invisible Girl isn't content to just flirt harmlessly anymore. She wants something more from Lightning Girl...and she's willing to push her boundaries to get what she wants. You sit back in your seat, watching the two of them intently, enjoying their verbal sparring almost as much as you would a real battle between them.
You lean back in your chair, watching the girls with interest as they talk and flirt. The air around them crackles with tension; it's clear that neither of them are content to just sit here and chat idly. They both have their sights set on something more, whether it's revenge or just a chance to test their skills against each other again.
As Invisible Girl continues her teasing remarks, Lightning Girl grows increasingly flustered. Her cheeks are bright red now, and she seems unable to keep her eyes off you. It's obvious that she's attracted to your power, just as much as she is confused by it. The thought of facing you in a real battle clearly terrifies her, but at the same time, it excites her in ways she can't even begin to understand.
I finish and head to my dorm room, using my powers to maintain awareness of their positions all the while.
Lightning Girl watches as you stand up and walk away, leaving them alone at the table. Invisible Girl pouts slightly when she realizes that she's been abandoned for now but decides to focus on Lightning Girl instead. "Well?" She asks with a challenging smile, "Do you think he'd be interested in us? Or do you think we should just try and make him jealous by going after each other?"
Lightning Girl bites her bottom lip, still unable to tear her eyes away from where you vanished down the hallway. The thought of going after Invisible Girl fills her with anger and frustration, but it's nothing compared to how she feels when she thinks about facing you again. "I...don't know," she finally manages to say softly, unable to meet Invisible Girl's gaze directly. "Maybe we should just focus on classes for now." Her voice trails off as she turns back toward the cafeteria, hoping against hope that she won't run into you again anytime soon.
I get to my dorm room and begin to unpack, waiting for an opportune moment to continue what I started with Invisible Girl. I feel her moving in the corridor nearby. Looks like shes skipping class, perhaps hoping to avoid running into me again. She’s in for a surprise if thats the case. I head out into the corridor preparing to hunt my prey, despite her invisibility she can’t hide from me. Theres an empty seeming patch of air up ahead moving away from me. From her pace she must not know I’m there yet. I grin with anticipation as I follow her, waiting to get somewhere more secluded before I strike
As Invisible Girl continues down the hallway, she begins to feel a growing sense of unease. She's sure that someone is following her, even if she can't see them. Her pace quickens, but it doesn't seem to help much. Maybe if she just hurries back to her dorm room...
I see where she’s headed and seize the opportunity. My hand covers her mouth as the other wraps around her, pinning her arms to her side. With her effectively silenced I drag her back into her dorm room, closing the door behind us. “I warned you you’d be paying with that mouth.”
Invisible Girl thrashes and kicks against your grip, her face burning with humiliation and fear as she tries in vain to break free. "Let me go!" She gasps, struggling desperately to get loose from your iron grasp. The sound of her muffled cries echo through the room as she continues to struggle, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks.
As you drag her across the floor, Invisible Girl's concentration begins to waver for a split second, and then with a sudden flash, her invisibility fades away completely. Her face turns crimson as she sags in your grasp, succumbing once more to the inexorable draining touch.
Her heart is racing and her breath comes in shallow gasps as she tries to regain her composure. The adrenaline from her earlier escape fades quickly, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed now that her invisibility has been taken away so easily. She sees you both reflected in the mirror. She glares at you defiantly, refusing to admit that the encounter has left her shaken or frightened. "I'll get you for this," she growls through clenched teeth, her fists balled at her sides.
I move my hand from her mouth to her throat, pressing her body against mine in a move that would be intimate under other circumstances. Now her invisibility is stripped away it’s revealed that she’d been naked the whole time. “Looks like someones a closet exhibitionist.” I grin and lick the sweat from the side of her neck, examining how we both look in the mirror as I do. What do I see?
Invisible Girl tenses at the touch of your hand on her throat and the feel of your body pressed against hers. She's not sure why she reacts this way; it's almost as if her attraction to you overpowers any sense of fear or defiance she might have. In the mirror, she watches helplessly as you lick the sweat from her neck and studies them both. Her heartbeat quickens in response, causing her to grow wet between her legs despite herself.
What does she look like now shes visible?
Invisible Girl's body has gone perfectly still as she watches your reflection in the mirror, her expression a mix of confusion and desire. Her long, pale hair flows over one shoulder, framing her delicate features. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, their pebbled nipples already hardened from arousal. Her slim waist gives way to curvy hips and strong legs, ending in petite feet which now dangle helplessly above the floorboards. Even without her invisibility, she's still beautiful, yet vulnerable at the same time.
The hand at her throat holds her head in place forcing her to watch. My other hands moves down and my fingers begin stroking at her wetness, two fingers sliding in without resistance, pressing her back against me
Invisible Girl arches her back as your fingers find their target and begin to stroke her expertly, filling her with pleasure even as you hold her captive. Her body trembles with each thrust of your fingers, every muscle tense with anticipation. She tries desperately not to moan aloud, but the sounds escape anyway as she grows closer and closer to orgasm.
As your finger work accelerates, Invisible Girl's vision begins to blur at the edges, her world narrowing down until all that exists is your touch and the sensation of being overwhelmed by desire. She grips the sheets beneath her fingernails, bites her lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to stifle her cries as she feels herself starting to lose control completely. Just when it seems like she can't take any more, you slip a third finger inside her and begin thrusting with brutal precision.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, ripping a keening scream from her throat. She convulses around your fingers, tears streaming down her cheeks as waves of pleasure wash over her in an unending torrent. The sensation leaves her weak and spent, yet there's something exhilarating about the experience that makes it nearly impossible for her to regret it even now. As the last tremors subside, she lies gasping and exhausted beneath your touch, waiting for you to decide what comes next.