Accidental Villainy 73 (Patreon)

“Y-you’re going to give me the records,” she whispered even as she was pulled up to her feet. 

“Of course. Let me help you to the office while my beautiful bouncer puts everything back in order,” I said, gesturing for her to clean the mess before reopening the bar. 

Daria smiled smiled. It was a weak smile. Not because she was feeling stressed, but because her face was still feeling slack with pleasure. “No need to help. I can walk —” she started, only to be interrupted by a moan, which might or might not be about the way I chose to help her walk. 

Standing right behind her, pushing my hips forward to sheathe my cock into her core aggressively to make her wetness devour my girth, it was certainly a unique method. “No, I insist,” I said even as my hands settled on her hips. “Now, walk.” 

“Y-you’re so kind,” she sassed, or, at least, she tried to sass, but her moans prevented her from being successful. I chuckled in amusement even as I started ramming her hard, making it even more challenging for her to take a step forward. Her legs trembled badly as I invaded her hard, but she still took a step forward despite her trembling legs. 

“It’s my pleasure,” I replied, not bothering to conceal my chuckle even as I slapped her ass, using her roughly. She tried to keep her moans down, but failed. “My pleasure indeed.” 

A few steps later, her legs almost gave under her. And, I pulled out just as she was collapsing. She turned back until she was facing me, looking at me angrily while I smirked. “Well, you said you don’t need any help,” I started mockingly. “But, if you need it, you can always beg for me.

The flash of anger on her face was beautiful, especially since it was accompanied by arousal. Playing with one of the greatest heroes ever was certainly entertaining. “Right,” she murmured. “May you help me walk to your office, sir?” she said. 

“My pleasure,” I said even as I grabbed her ass, and slid inside her again, this time facing her. 

“I — I can’t walk like this,” she muttered. 

“You only complain,” I teased her. “But this time, you’re onto something,” I added as I lifted her. “Wrap your legs around my waist. I’ll carry you,” I added like I was doing a great favor. 

“You’re so kind,” she replied, though, between her moans, only my power allowed me to catch the intended sarcasm. I chuckled, though it came more as a grunt as her legs tightened around me, taking me even deeper than I had been intending. 

It felt spectacular. 

I said nothing else as I buried my fingers in her hips hard, ramming her violently. Her hips swayed in response, rocking as hard as she could manage as I walked toward my office. Halfway in, I caught her gaze again. “Break time,” I said even as I pinned her against the wall, fucking her even harder. 

Her lack of protest was noticeable. 

I continued caressing her naked body until she was near another climax but didn’t let her succeed. Instead, I started walking once more, and even stopped invading her repeatedly, letting my cock stay in her. At the edge of a climax, she had no choice but to take over. Her hips rose before landing back, taking me fully. 

The sudden, desperate mewling that exploded from her instead of a frustrated growl showed the effectiveness of the move. I continued walking as she did her best to bring herself to completion. 

Too bad I was cheating. 

Just like my power could be used to move her to the climax faster, it could also slow her down. Or ruin her completely, but it wasn’t the point. A brush here, a sharp touch there, and she stayed at the edge, getting more and more desperate as she tried to push herself to the climax, but she was yet to succeed when we sat on my chair. 

“Why don’t you check the security feed and see how much of the recording you need,” I said even as I grabbed her ass, preventing her from moving. 

“R-right now?” she stammered, her eyes widening as she caught my expression, and realized I deliberately stopped her before she reached her climax. 

“No time like the present. I’m a busy man,” I said even as I grabbed and lifted her, only to put her down again after helping her turn the other way, looking at the screen. 

A screen that was currently showing the office, where she was being fucked. Her eyes widened even as she raised her hips, preparing to go down again. At that moment, I grabbed her hips and pushed her down. Already at the edge, it proved her to push over the edge. 

I joined her, filling her core with my seed. She just moaned in shock. “Think of it as an advance payment,” I said before I caressed her cheek. She leaned against my chest, breathing hard. “Now, let’s talk about the actual payment.” 

“You want me … in exchange for the camera recordings. I thought we agreed to it.”

“Yes, but the question is how many cameras you want,” I said. “And, which historical records do you want,” I said. “I have many cameras,” I said as I started flipping through them. The old set only, and not the set Emily had installed. 

She tensed when I stopped the camera at a random alley. I smirked, not expecting her to recognize it. It was the alley where I caught her transforming into her alter ego. 

As she lay against my chest, breathing hard in growing panic, I slowly started to consider a daring move. I might have not considered it if it wasn’t for the earlier attack from the mob, showing the Syndicate’s intention to escalate. That, and my earlier snooping, showed that neither she nor her allies were interested in busting a small-time villain, their objective far more grand. 

It was an excellent opportunity. I could have shown the recording of her transforming to Blue Princess immediately, but instead, I moved my hands to her breasts, and caressed them. That reveal needed to be handled delicately. 

“Why did you tense suddenly,” I said. “Don’t tell me you have done something embarrassing there,” I added even as I squeezed her nipples. My words made her relax slightly. 

“Nothing much, it just looks disgusting,” she said, trying to find an excuse. It wasn’t a particularly good excuse, once again showing her limits as an agent of infiltration, and limits of her small team. 

“Oh, really,” I said even as I squeezed her nipples, ready to take the opportunity to confront her about her real identity, which was much better than just revealing that I had known it all along. 

One of my hands stayed on her breasts, alternating between her glorious mounds, while the other slid down between her naked legs once more, teasing her knob, her moans enough to make my cock come back to life. “I wonder exactly what I would find there if I bring the recording back,” I said. 

She tensed more. “Don’t think about destroying anything,” I said. “All of my security records are backed up in several offshore servers, and while no one can access it as long as the computer stays intact, it changes if the bar gets destroyed. I don’t know if the destruction of the computer would trigger it. I don’t want whatever embarrassing secret you have to fall in the hands of my business partners,” I said, immediately spinning a reasonable excuse that would prevent her from relying on brute force. 

She froze, not even reacting to my cock. It would not do. I twisted her nipples even harder even as I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back hard to kiss her hard. She was completely under my control, this time in more ways than one. Unfortunately, my power helped me to read immediately that she didn’t enjoy it. 

A fake loss of control was quite different than a real one, it seemed.

So, even as I pulled back, I quickly played back the recording under her horrified glance. “Stop it. I warn you,” she said, her voice sharp and intimidating. “You’ll be sorry!” 

I had to admit, I would have believed it if it wasn’t for my power. Even without her power on display, she could be intimidating, and that was with her still naked, freshly fucked, and with my cock still inside her. 

Her identity as a world-class hero was not for nothing. 

Unfortunately for her, my identity as a cocky villain was a good excuse to ignore her sudden change of attitude. Under her horrified glare, the screen showed the aftermath of her last visit, where she flew away using her powers. 

At the same time, I typed a message to Tara, telling her not to burst in no matter what she heard unless I gave her a signal. The situation was too delicate for her to help. 

“Wow, that’s a twist I wasn’t expecting,” I lied. 

She growled in anger even as a blue glow covered her, and she floated in front of my desk, turning to face me. Unfortunately, her power hid her body away. A great disappointment. 

Now, not only do I need to pacify a panicking heroine, but also miss a show while doing so.