Saving Supervillains 1 Chapter 38 (Patreon)

Yesterday had been one hell of a long day. From losing Melody to the fight in Liberator’s lair, I was exhausted. And we’d helped the city clean up the streets after that.

As I woke up, my body ached with fresh pains. I wasn’t used to my body weakening, but I’d used quite a bit of ki. Thankfully, Kim had given us all the day off.

And one very pleasurable sensation awoke me on this wonderful morning.

Stella sucked on my cock, rocking her tongue against me to wake me up.

I grabbed her horns and pushed her all the way down as she drained me, popping me quickly in her throat.

“That was a hell of a way to wake up.” I sighed releasing her horns.

Stella patted my cock lovingly before sitting up. “You did a lot of good yesterday.”

Sitting up was rough, and I pushed all the ki I could into myself. I could tell that I was running dry. For a moment, I thought about trying to increase my own power, but that was too dangerous. So far, I had only tried it with Melody, and partially with Venus.

Stella looked over her shoulder to see if I was going to follow her out of the bedroom.

“Yeah, one second.” I rolled out of bed, getting dressed and heading out to the kitchen. We had company.

“Morning, Angelina.” I waved to her as she sat at the table eating pancakes. I’d wondered if she ate solid food.

“Morning,” she said with a half-full mouth.

Melody, only wearing an apron, worked over the stove. “Morning, Miles. My hero needs a good breakfast.” She was extra exuberant this morning, smiling at me like I was her own personal hero.

“To go with his wonderful wake up.” Stella danced over to Melody, snatching the spatula and shooing her away from the stovetop.

Melody came over and laid down pancakes in front of me, bending over low, letting me get a glimpse down the front of her apron.

While she had me distracted, she leaned in and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my head and throwing her legs over my lap.

I scooted the chair out so that she didn’t knock over the plate, and grabbed her hips as she kissed me voraciously.

She didn’t stop until I was out of breath, and Angelina cleared her throat. Melody didn’t seem perturbed though, leaning back in and ignoring Angelina, but I stopped her with words.

“I love you, Melody.”

Her eyes went wide, and Stella dropped the spatula.

I tried not to make a big deal of it. “Yes, I love you too, Stella.”

“Master!” Stella threw herself over the table, knocking off all the dishes and slamming into me and Melody. The force of her hit tipped the chair back before I could save myself with my power.

I caught some of the dishes as they scattered, but I was going to need to make more pancakes. Ignoring it, I enjoyed the moment. Stella wrapped both of us in a hug and drowned me in kisses.

“Should I leave?” Angelina asked.

“No,” I laughed, pushing Stella off me. “There are a few things I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Like?” she asked, curious.

“Would you like to move in?” I made sure my tone was open, making it clear she didn’t have to. I wanted this decision to be hers, without any pressure. Yet I knew that I wanted it. If I was honest with myself, I wanted more to drown myself in loving women and fill a void that had long been festering inside of me.

She looked around at my small apartment. “It’s nice, but isn’t it getting a little crowded?”

I smiled and glanced at the other two women in my arms. “I might have just bought a place. It’s big. Big enough to house a dozen people.”

Stella got excited at that and bounced in my lap. “More?”

“Yes, more. I have been afraid for so long that love would be a weakness, something used to exploit my powers. But I only feel stronger and more whole since you both came into my life.”

“We would never!” Stella kissed me again before shoving Melody’s face into it and making it a three-way kiss.

“I’d be interested.” Angelina blushed, watching the three of us and rubbing her legs together. “In moving in,” she clarified, her blush darkening.

“Good. Then you two have some moving to do.” I pushed Melody and Stella off of me before pulling out a pair of keys and dangling them before the two girls who had wormed their way into my heart.

Stella snatched the keys and bounded off of me. “Let’s go!”

“You don’t even know where it is.” Melody grabbed her by the horns before she could get far.

“It’s the manor, right?” Stella asked.

“It is, but it needs some work. Definitely some landscaping help. I’ve heard something about dead rodent carcasses muddling the lawn.”

Stella whistled innocently, stepping away and grabbing some of the clothing bags that still lingered in the sitting area. She grabbed Melody and hurried off to the bedroom, a rush of air telling me that they had departed through the window. Stella was far too eager, but it only made me smile.

“Well, there they go, leaving just the two of us.” I righted the mess that Stella had made, moving dishes over to the counter.

“Yes, just the two of us.” Angelina licked her lips.

Standing up, I leaned over her. “I think someone was due a rather large thank you.” I cupped her cheeks and ran a finger over those lush lips of hers. “How would you like me to start the thank you in the bedroom?”

“Please.” She stared back at me, mesmerized.

I kissed her as she melted against me, and I pulled her up out of the chair, carrying her to the bedroom.

“Miles,” she groaned, kissing my neck with sticky kisses. “How do you want me?”

“Like this is fine.” I cupped her purple bubble butt tightly against me. “I actually have a little thing for mutations.”

“You are too perfect.” She kept on kissing me.

I pulled her off of me with my power and laid her out on the bed as I took off my own clothes. There was no rush; in fact, making her wait was perfect. She’d proven to be submissive, and wanting desperately for someone to love her despite her abnormal mutation.

My power pinned her in place, spreadeagle on the bed. She knew exactly what I wanted.

Her.

From the way her eyes flared with passion, I knew my instincts were right. Angelina liked having control taken away from her. For her, it was a thrill.

As a therapist, she controlled conversations every day, making sure to carefully maneuver the inner workings of a person’s mind. Now, in bed, she wanted to just be on the receiving end, enjoying the pleasure without overthinking it.

“Good girl.” I crawled over her. “Lift those hips.”

She did, and her faux clothes melted off of her, leaving her lower lips exposed.

I cupped her sex, feeling between her lips. I plunged my finger into a sticky, wet paradise.

Pulling my finger out, I licked it off my finger. She was surprisingly sweet, like honey hiding a hint of earthiness.

“My power to secrete any chemical isn’t limited to just drugs.” She smirked. “I’ll taste like anything you want.”

“This is perfect.” I licked at my finger again before I kissed her stomach, teasing my way down.

Her body shook, and I could smell her arousal mixed with whatever sweetness she was adding to it. When I licked the edge of her pussy, she quivered hard enough that I thought she might have just popped.

“You okay?”

“It’s been a while. Most don’t want this.”

“Most people are idiots.” I kissed the inside of her thighs as I squeezed them. “Who wouldn’t want this? I can’t even imagine someone so stupid to turn you down.”

With that, I buried my face between her thighs, and my tongue went to work.

“Oooh.” She let out a soul drifting moan as she arched her back, pushing her hips up into my face.

She was so sweet, so delicious. I forgot that I was supposed to be pleasuring her as I worked my tongue inside of her.

Angelina cried out, spilling sticky sweetness all over my face as her legs molded against me.

I chuckled, lifting out from between her thighs. “Delicious.” I licked at my lips before using the sheet to clean my face. “Now come sit on my lap.”

I let go of my hold over her body and moved over to sit on the side of the bed. My erection stuck straight up into the air.

Angelina shifted off the bed, prowling with a smile over to me. When she reached me, she sat up, straddling me with her hands on my shoulders as she sank herself down on my cock.

“Big,” she sighed, her body molding itself around me. I was no problem for her, not with her body.

Wrapping my arms around her side, I played with her chest, feeling the soft weight of her breasts. Her breasts were amazingly pliant; I just wanted to sink my teeth into them.

I realized she hadn’t started moving yet. As I watched the expectant look on her face, I smiled. I hadn’t given her any instructions.

“Slowly, rock on me.”

Angelina turned, showing me her blushing face as she did just that, enjoying it.

Her sticky sex fit me like a glove, sliding along my length while the stickiness dragged against me just enough.

“Good. Now start to bounce, too.” I kissed her neck, continuing to play with her soft chest.

“Uh,” she let out a surprised moan as she ground her ass into my thighs, using my abs to control her bouncing.

Her entire body jiggled delightfully with each bounce, her breasts slapping back into my hands each time.

I could feel my thighs soaking from her juices as she lost herself on my lap. Her body contorted in ways that no other woman had for me as she danced on my lap, savoring in it.

The way she closed her eyes and licked her lips, losing herself was so damn erotic that I felt myself twitch in warning. I was getting close; my balls ached with the need to fill her.

“I’m coming,” I let her know.

She slapped her ass down on my lap. Her pussy started sucking me tightly as I felt a flow within her continue to work me. It wasn’t long before I exploded inside of her.

I held on tight as my vision spotted with the hard release.

Angelina grabbed my face and kissing me breathlessly. “You feel so good. I’ve never used my body like this.”

“You don’t think the girls would miss us if we went another round, do you?” I smirked, lifting her off my lap and teasing my cock around her butt.

Angelina bit her lip. “I think they’ll be just fine.”

***

Completely satiated, I walked with a smile.

Angelina pressed herself up to my side as we rounded the corner and came up to the mansion. “It’s big.”

“It’s ours,” I reminded her.

The building itself was massive, almost like three homes smashed together with a complex roofline but matching stone exterior that made it feel sort of like a castle. We certainly weren’t going to have any issues with space here.

The lawn was a mess with little critter carcasses, but I knew we could fix that up. Some seed and fertilizer would bring the yard back to life once we cleaned it up.

The door was still open. We walked up to the large entrance, a minefield of haphazardly deposited bags sitting inside.

Melody flew in the door, nearly hitting us. “Oh, you two are done.” She smirked.

Setting down the duffel bags she had over her shoulders, she walked up to Angelina and kissed her, pushing her back against the wall.

“Welcome to the family.” She kissed her again. “Stella wasn’t the only one curious about what you felt like.”

Angelina blushed but gave as good as she got, wrapping her arms around Melody and pulling her in for another wet, sticky kiss.

“I can see what Miles finds so interesting.” Melody nudged me. “Careful though, Stella might just trap you in bed so she can use you and give you to Miles.”

Angelina didn’t back down. “That sounds amazing. I melt for Miles.”

As if on cue, Stella popped her head around the corner at the top of the stairs. “I see you got nice and slimy.”

Stella jumped from her spot and landed on the railing, riding it all the way to the bottom with the sort of acrobatics you expect from a super.

“Welcome to the family.” She stuck out her hand.

Angelina took it, shaking it once firmly. “Thank you. He has a way of taking in wounded little birds, doesn’t he?”

“Hey.” I frowned.

“He does, even if he doesn’t know it.” Stella molded up against my side, pecking me on the cheek. “For all his grump and bluster, he really does have a soft spot for those who’ve hit a low.”

“You aren’t at any low now, yet I still love you.” I kissed Stella back.

She only grinned back at me.

While I thought this place would be full of terrible memories for her, by her excitement, I realized that she must be holding onto the moment we had met in this place. Our connection had washed out all the poor memories and made it special place to her—the place we had found each other.

“Hey, you promised to let us see your secret lair. And we can move all the stuff here!”

“Some of it is… rather recognizable,” I coughed.

Melody cocked an eyebrow. “Can we just say it’s a fake?”

I thought about it for a second, then agreed. “Yeah, I guess we can. Not that I’m going to sell them anytime soon.”

Stella grabbed my arm and walked with me out of the manor, the other two coming along behind me. “You did well, Miles. Angelina will be a fantastic addition.”

“Stop saying it like it was a conspiracy to abduct her.” I rolled my eyes. “Get flying. I’ll point out the directions.”

She squealed, dancing around before she shot up into the air, holding me tightly.

I leaned into her, trusting that she wouldn’t drop me and getting quite comfortable. While I still didn’t love being carried, pressing myself into her two pillows was always a good time.

“Turn here. See that skyrise? We are going to the penthouse.”

“Wait, your secret place is a penthouse?!” Stella sounded almost cheated on.

“Of all things, that's what gets you? I just bought a manor for us. The manor where we met.”

She squeezed me like her favorite teddy bear. “I know. I’m so happy.”

Stella swooped through the air on her wings. “Do we need to go in the bottom, or do you have another secret window?”

“I always have a secret window. It’s that one on the east side.”

She looked down at me, confused.

I’d forgotten that she had an awful directional sense. “The side on the left.”

Flying up to the right window, I used my power to slide it open as we flew in, followed shortly after by Melody carrying Angelina.

The place was just as I had left it. The modern loft was sprinkled with very expensive and currently missing artworks. I wasn’t a barbarian, though. I’d made sure to preserve them, covering most of them with cloth before I had left.

Melody let out a soft whistle, pulling the cloth off a marble bust.

Angelina was the one who recognized it. “Holy shit, that’s a Michelangelo!”

I grinned sheepishly. “Most of these are from recognizable household names. But these are just some of my favorites. I have a big pile up in the loft.”

Stella whipped around. “Do you have a Picasso?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Sure, I have at least one. But we aren’t hanging it. They are ugly, I don’t get them.”

“I never understood them either,” Angelina said, strolling through my place as she peeked under clothes to look at the canvases. “This is like a museum.”

“Whatever it is, I’m going to get rid of this place. It’s from another phase of my life, and I think I’d like to move on.”

“Progress,” Melody said. She ignored all the art and instead went to the cupboards, looking for anything she’d like to pack up.

Stella had wandered off up into the loft, probably looking for that Picasso she wanted. “Hey, what’s this? Why did you keep this tattered chair? Oh! Is this art?”

I frowned, not sure what she was talking about.

Joining her up in the loft, I froze.

An old leather chair, one with a big wing back that my villain self had adored, sat out in the open among the art.

The cloth that had been covering it was off to the side, and my eyes latched onto the large scratch marks that marred the back of the chair. It looked like a cat marking its territory.

I walked up and found just what I had dreaded to find but expected. Several long red hairs lingered on the chair.

“Whose are those?” Stella asked, seeing me pull the hairs away.

“My mentor’s.” I said slowly, processing the fact that she had been in my space and wanted me to know it.

I realized Stella was waiting for me to continue, so I filled in the little information I knew. “She got out of prison a year ago; I haven’t seen her since then.”

Melody and Angelina joined us in the loft, having heard our conversation. “Sounds like she found you.”

“Yeah.” I dragged the word out, knowing that she came with a lot of baggage. She represented a past that I thought I was about to put behind me.

“Do we go find her?” Stella asked.

“No.” I tossed the hair to the side. “She’ll find me. Emma is like a stray cat in that regard. She only comes around when she wants you. If I chased her down, she’d be more likely to scratch my face off when I caught her.”

The doorbell to my place dinged, and all the girls looked at me.

“I haven’t lived here for years; I have no idea who would be coming by.” I shrugged, thinking maybe management had realized that I had turned the lights on and had come to check it out.

But when I went down and opened the door, I got another surprise.

Obsidian, or likely one of her clones, was bound and gagged in front of my door with ‘break me’ written all over herself in lipstick.

I picked her up as Angelina asked, “Who was it?”

“I think it’s a new supervillain who needs saving.” I lifted Obsidian by the straps tied around her.

“Oh, I can break her!” Stella jumped forward, but I held her off.

Obsidian needed some real help, not just to be broken continuously.

“I’ll handle this. And…” I looked at Angelina, realizing something. “And if you have time, Angelina, I think I could use a few counseling sessions. My life has changed a lot recently and I could use a good therapist, one I can trust.”

All of my women stood there, stunned.

Melody smiled and came up to my side. “I’m so proud of you, Miles. You’re really growing.”

“I need to be whole if I’m to help everyone I want to.”

Setting Obsidian down hard on the floor, I looked around, realizing just how much had changed since Stella had entered my life. I had more responsibility, more riding on me, but for once, I felt like there was something for me in the world.

Somehow, I had attracted several women that would stand next to me, supporting me even at my worst. While I was ready to leave my worst self behind, the scratch on the chair told me that my past would not go down easily.

AN  - Thanks for joining me on this one. Mana 6 is up next and I've been cranking away on it.