Saving Supervillains 1 Chapter 18 (Patreon)

I took my time heading home.

A part of me wanted to turn back and drop in on the Bureau to keep an eye on Mindfuck. But just as they had policies to keep me from tracking her down, I was sure I couldn’t get anywhere near her at the moment.

It wasn’t too late to take her out… I hesitated mid air.

No, the BSH had all sorts of tech and too many supers walking around. While I could hide my presence by manipulating light, one of the biggest flaws in my powers was I could do little to hide myself from actual telekinesis and telepathy.

Though years of training had fortified my mind to casual brushes with telepaths, they were still my biggest weakness.

Here I was worrying about butting heads with the Bureau.

Like some villain.

But I wasn’t a villain. No, I was just looking out for myself. No banks were robbed, no purses snatched, only a few bad people hurt.

Really, what I was doing would be more of a vigilante justice than villainy.

At least that’s what I told myself. I wasn’t going back to my old ways. Those days of boiling anger were long gone.

I settled down on the ground a few blocks from my apartment, letting myself become visible when nobody was looking. Turning the corner out of the alley, I walked to my apartment.

As I approached, I could see Stella standing in front laughing with Steve, the doorman. She was as beautiful as ever, but it struck me particularly deep seeing her waiting for me. She was here for me, and I knew she would never walk away.

Hell, she’d go kill people for me. All I had to do was ask.

The doorman glanced my way and Stella joined him, a big smile blossoming on her full lips. “There he is. Look, Miles! Melody took me shopping.” She lifted no less than a dozen enormous shopping bags.

Chuckling, I hadn’t been gone that long. How had she gotten so many clothes?

“I can see that.” I waved at Steve just as Stella crashed into me, wrapping me in a crushing shopping bag hug.

“It was so great, Miles.”

“Sure it was.” I wheezed, “Let’s head inside.”

She disentangled her shopping bags and followed me inside and up to my place. She had to move sideways through the doorways with all of those bags.

When we finally got up to my room, she plopped the bags down, covering my couch in crinkly brightly colored bags as she pulled things out of them.

“What do you think of this one, Miles? Sexy?”

She held up a slinky black dress that matched her horns.

The pragmatic part of me wanted to ask when she’d ever plan on wearing it, but I let that comment fade away.

“Incredibly hot. So much so, I don’t know if you are going to be able to go on dates wearing it.”

She looked shocked by my answer. “Why not?”

“Because you’ll never get out of the bedroom.” I smirked at my own joke.

But my lame joke made Stella’s smile stretch impossibly wide. “Then I’ll wear it on all of our dates. What about this one?”

Next she had a little blue nightgown that was mostly sheer cutouts and left little to the imagination.

“Melody said this is what I should wear when I sleep in your bed.” There was a slight twitch of Stella’s mouth, knowing that she was playing with fire as she tried to tempt me.

“Did you buy any normal clothes?” I asked as I chuckled.

“That’s most of this.” She gestured at most of the bags. “These two were the fun ones, though.”

“Why don’t we put them down for now and have dinner?” I suggested, opening the refrigerator and pulling out two steaks that had been originally for myself.

Letting go of both of them, I let them float behind me as I pulled out the salt, pepper, and a stick of butter. Then snagged a bundle of asparagus and olive oil.

All of them were floating in the air behind me when I turned around.

Stella was stock still, staring at me with wide eyes.

I’d decided to be a bit more open with her. I trusted she was loyal to me.

“Stop staring. You are going to make me feel weird about it. I…” I paused.

Stella sat down and tried to stop staring.

After a moment, I broke the silence. “I can’t cook without my powers.”

Stella laughed. “Really?”

“Really. I got my powers when I was a senior in high school. So I’ve always used them. It’s just easier. ”

“I can watch?” She pulled a chair out and sat down like it was a show.

“Sure.” Oddly, I felt comfortable with her knowing what I could do.

“Watch this.” I put on a show for her, making the ingredients swirl above my head before settling the steaks in my focus. “A little butter. Warm it up.”

I cut off two small squares and pushed enough thermal energy into them to make them soft and spreadable, but not fully liquid, slathering both steaks.

The salt and pepper came next. I poured a bit on each steak, crusting the exterior.

“The best part of this is I can control just how warm they get, and how much of the warmth penetrates the meat.” The butter started to sizzle midair, but the butter salt and pepper crust didn’t move, sticking to the steaks.

I worked on the asparagus next.

Deciding to show off a little, I flung open all of my cabinets and had my whole kitchen swirling through the air before two full dining sets sprinkled themselves down onto the table and the rest returned to their spots just as the cabinets closed.

Stella sat in her chair, clapping. “Encore! Encore!”

“The meal isn’t done.” I let all the butter flow away from the steaks as they finished and placed a pepper crusted steak on each of our plates before bracing several stalks of the asparagus over it.

“Wine?” Stella asked, tapping the glass I had laid out.

As I sat down to join her, a bottle floated over to us as the cork popped out. It was like we had a ghostly servant as the bottle poured into each of our glasses.

Stella grabbed my hand once the bottle settled itself on the table. “Thank you for showing me that. Your power is beautiful. Much more than mine.” Her other hand reached up to touch her horns, but I snatched her other hand, holding both of them.

“For whatever reason, today… I… I don’t feel terrified to let you know what I am.” I pulled her hand up and kissed the back of her palm.

The wry smile on her face told me she was about to be up to some mischief.

“It’s been a long day, and I need other kinds of food, too.” She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed the tips of my finger, probing my reaction.

When I didn’t react, she parted her plump lips and gave my finger a sucking kiss that drew it deeper into her mouth

Her tongue came up, flicking along my finger as she gently rocked her chin, drawing it ever deeper.

I couldn’t stop staring into her electric blue eyes as she smiled around my finger, little tingling sensations running along it as she drained my ki.

It wasn’t until her pillowy lips brushed the knuckle of another finger that she stopped and slowly closed her eyes with a distant look, like she was enjoying her favorite pleasure. It about undid me.

With a wet pop, she broke the suction and opened her mouth wide, a little string of saliva still connecting us.

She covered my hand, which was still hanging in midair, and gently put it down on the table.

“Let’s eat.” Stella said with the biggest smirk on her face. My brain short-circuited for a moment before I remembered the steak in front of us.

I started to stand up, wanting more, but she shook her head, all too pleased with herself.

“I want to eat Miles’ Magical Meat.” She looked down at my pants before looking over at the steak. Reaching down, she used the utensils to cut off a piece of the steak and slowly put it in her mouth, moaning as she ate it.

“You are going to pay for that later.” I teased back.

Stella speared a piece of asparagus. “Good.” Satisfied, she dug into her food.

“You should put on that black dress after this, and we’ll go out.” I offered.

She squinted in suspicion before suddenly remembering what I’d said earlier about the dress. Stella nodded quickly. “I can put it on now.”

“No, eat.” I waved her back down to the table.

She cut another piece of steak, moaning once more. “This is so good.”

“It is.” I tried some myself. I could never get a chef at a restaurant to cook it this well. It was like butter on the inside, but the seared edge held it together.

“So, what happened to Mindfuck?” Stella asked as casually as could be.

“She’s been arrested.”

Stella frowned, her brow pressing down in confusion as she hurried to swallow so she could speak. “I thought you’d make her disappear.”

“No, my goal was to make my involvement disappear. Mindfuck’s unique body will make it almost impossible for them to medically make her tell the truth, and that sort of mutation normally blocks telepaths too. They will interrogate her the hard way.”

Stella nodded slowly, but there was no understanding in her eyes.

I had to spell it out. “She’s going to lie, and they won’t be able to tell. She’ll say some secondary person, not me, knocked us all out.”

“Oh.” Stella’s eyes lit up with understanding. “You are using her to clear yourself and steer them away from you.”

“Exactly. So, she’s been arrested and hopefully follows through.”

This was when Stella became skeptical. “What did you offer her in return?”

“That I’d get her out of prison.”

“You are going to break into the Bureau?” Stella nearly shouted.

“Stella, I’m more subtle than that.”

“Right. Sneak her out?”

Shrugging, I wasn’t entirely sure yet. But that was a last resort. “I hope to not have to do that. We’ll see what I can do tomorrow.”

“What about Omnigirl?”

I tapped the side of my plate with my fork. I was also still figuring that out. “If I get Mindfuck’s help again, we might be able to wipe her memory or at least muddle it with chemicals. Or I could kill her.”

“Don’t kill her.”

“She kidnapped me, apparently with the goal of giving me to Mindfuck to make me into some drugged sex slave.” I set my arms on the table. “But yes, a non-lethal solution is preferred to keep things from getting messy.”

“Melody checked on her before we left. Omnigirl is still out; they say if she doesn’t wake up by tonight, the chances of her waking up drop significantly.”

I nodded. It would be convenient if that were true.

“Can’t plan on it.” I reminded her. “We’ll have to tackle that later, though.” I pushed my plate further into the table and slid hers away, even as she stabbed her last piece of steak.

Taking my wineglass in hand, I raised it in a small toast. “Thank you for believing in me. Today, you just rolled with everything I did.”

Stella lifted her own glass. “I’m here for you.”

I nodded, clinking glasses with her and feeling the weight of that statement.

“Should I get that dress on?” Stella teased.

I took the glass out of her hand and set it on the table. “I think that would take far too long for my liking.”

Grabbing a horn, I pulled her face roughly to my own, pressing my lips to hers. I savored her soft pillowy lips and cracked open her teeth with my tongue as it twisted with her own.

Stella leaned over the corner of the table, nearly falling into my lap as she tried to keep the kiss going.

My hand wandered down her tight, supple curves, finding a delicious grip on her ass before lifting her up out of the chair.

Stella didn’t care one bit, throwing her arms around my neck to keep kissing me even as I carried her to the bedroom.

When I threw her down on the bed, she finally gave up on keeping her lips pressed to mine.

Breathless and flush in the face with slightly swollen lips, Stella stared back at me, her gaze full of longing. “I know with these.” She gestured at her horns again. “You’d think rough, and we can, but for the first time, can you just go soft?”

Crawling over her, I pushed her into the bed, reclaiming her lips for another kiss before whispering into her ear. “Is this soft enough?” I let my fingers play down her stomach and cup her sex, though her jeans were in the way.

But they didn’t stop me from running my fingers over her body firmly, tracing the outline I could feel beneath her jeans.

Stella pressed her head back into the bed, groaning my name. “Don’t tease me.” But by the way she said it, I knew she wanted more.

Pressing a little firmer, I continued to rub up against her sex until she grabbed my head and kissed me firmly while her hands tugged at my shirt.

She broke the kiss only to get my shirt off. “Oh, Miles.” Her fingers splayed out across my chest, feeling several of my scars.

Back before I’d honed my abilities, I’d taken more than a few injuries.

Grabbing her own blouse, I pulled it over her head.

As soon as it came off, she was quick to uncouple her bra and let her two pale peaks out.

On her back, they spread against her chest, but they were delectably large. I squeezed them, letting myself enjoy the soft mounds and their heft. There was really nothing else like it.

“Play with them as much as you like.” Stella cupped them and pressed them together.

I let myself enjoy them for another moment, brushing the already hard nipples and trailing circles around them. “I think we should see if we can’t lose our pants as well.”

Using my abilities, I lifted my knees off the bed and slipped my own pants off.

Stella arched her back and pulled hers off, her panties pulling away as well. As she did it, a thin strand of slippery liquid stretched out with her panties.

She blushed.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You were that turned on?” I could smell her arousal, and I let my hand wander back down, mimicking what I’d done with her pants still on.

She was soaked with anticipation.

“I really want you, Miles.” Stella bit her lip, shifting and pulling me firmly on top of her. Her eyes dipped down between my legs and went wide with a little shock.

I pushed her back into the bed. “I’ll be gentle.”

I didn’t go in right away, returning to savoring her sweet lips while my hands squeezed her delectable thighs.

It was Stella who wrapped her legs around my hips that gave the signal to go.

Rubbing myself against her folds, I collected her slippery liquid before pushing in.

Stella was so tight and far too nervous.

“Relax.” I pushed on her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

“It’s been a while.” She replied, biting her lip.

Given her situation, I wasn’t surprised. “Yes, but you are maybe a bit too strong. I need you to relax.”

Stella took deep breaths, and I worked myself inside of her.

When I was only a few inches in, she let out a sigh that I thought carried her soul with it. “That feels good.”

I knew this was only just the beginning. Pushing deeper into her folds, I sank further in with each rocking of my hips. I could feel her expand to accept me.

“Yes.” She grabbed my forearms, her nails pressing into my skin.

Her sex wrapped around my cock as I managed to bury into the hilt in her. She was so incredibly tight.

I rocked myself inside of her, savoring her slippery paradise. “Stella, you are incredible, and I think you’ve wormed your way into my heart.”

She grabbed my head and pulled me down for a kiss, even as I continued to pump inside of her. “I care greatly for you.”

It didn’t slip past me that she was avoiding the word ‘love’.

But that didn’t matter to me at the moment. She was mine, regardless.

I enjoyed the bliss of her body, savoring her as she let out soft breathless moans.

When she came, it was a subtle shiver. I could feel her sex clench down hard enough to stop me.

“That was amazing.” She came down from her peak, her electric blue eyes nearly glowing. “Now we can have some fun.”

I felt her start to drain my ki through her sex.

It was a tingling, nearly tickling sensation, but it had an obvious effect.

I could feel myself peaking, itching to release inside of her.

It was like a thousand little feathers were darting up and down the side of my cock; it drove me absolutely insane with the need to let myself cum.

Stella kept her sex clenched so that I couldn’t move.

“Cum in me. You haven’t had yours.” She pulled me down on top of her.

“Did you know this would happen?” What she was doing felt incredible. It was only by my sheer force of will that I wasn’t exploding inside of her.

“I’ve never tested it out, but I’d always wondered if it would work, given my mutation.” She smirked, kissing me and dialing up her drain of ki for a moment.

That was all it took to put me over. I had to grab her waist as my balls emptied themselves into her ready and waiting sex.

She wrapped her legs around me, keeping me inside as she released her drain. “See? Fun.”

“You realize you just started a war that you can’t win?” I used my power and lifted both of us off the bed, pinning her to the wall and adding heat and vibrations to her sex.

Stella’s head jerked back, her horns impaling themselves into the wall.

Thousands of kinetic hands roamed her body as I joined them, kissing down her neck. She shivered with pleasure.

Stella tried to speak, but it was a garbled mess of panting.

“This is the first time I’ve gotten to play with my powers in the bedroom.” Cupping her breasts, I played with them, pushing my face into them and just feeling their softness.

“Give me your dick.” Stella growled through her panting.

I put her at the right height and speared into her. “Your wish is my command.”

Her little tail came up and wrapped itself around my waist, tugging at me to go deeper than was possible.

I pounded into her, slapping our flesh in debaucherous delight.

There was something different about sex with Stella. It wasn’t the powers; it was her, or maybe the connection between us, that made it so much more.

“I don’t think you should look for a new place. Stay here Stella.” I wasn’t sure if it was the rush of hormones speaking, but it felt right at that moment. I was ready to let her into my life.

Stella fought against my power, and I let her arms and head free as she grabbed my head and kissed me with a fervent passion.

That kiss, and our connection, lit a spark in both of us. And we exercised our powers to their fullest, trying to communicate just how we felt by giving the other pleasure.