The Powerful Pride of an Immortal (Immortal Supers Book 4)

by Kurtis Eckstein

  Once she finally managed to begin climbing back, I grabbed her hips to stop her while her butt was right next to my head, her hands holding herself up on the backseat. She trembled more as I reached for the lip of her leather pants and began tugging them down, revealing her bare skin thanks to the red thong covering so little.

  Leaning forward to kiss her a little and give her another hickey, I then smacked her just hard enough to make a sound and told her to go have a seat. In the meantime, I used an astral limb to slide the passenger’s seat forward as far as it would go, followed by doing the same to my seat while I climbed back, kneeling on the floor directly in front of her.

  She still had her leather pants about halfway down her thighs, appearing so nervous she almost looked scared.

  “Want to stop here?” I asked gently.

  She immediately shook her head.

  I smirked, leaning toward her, until I was supporting my weight on the seat while whispering in her ear. “Want me to pop that cherry?” I asked as seductively as I could manage, my voice heavy.

  She whimpered.

  I kissed her on the earlobe, and then began sucking on it, pulling one of the diamond studs into my mouth a few times, only to nibble the end and work my way along her jawline, gently biting her skin. My hand then began working in between her legs, rubbing her in all the right spots before reaching to ease her thong down a little.

  She lifted up her butt when she realized what I was wanting, still breathing heavily while I teased her with kisses on her neck.

  I wasn’t sure if Heidi was going to enjoy feeling a little restrained, but I figured I’d give it a try by leaving her leather pants on, pulled down to the middle of her thigh, while putting my hands underneath her knees to lift them up.

  I then positioned myself in between them so that her leather-clad knees were pushing against the sides of my chest, with most of my weight supported by my arm next to her head. At this point, it seemed like she was just trying to focus on her breathing, unable to do anything other than just let stuff happen. She was bent in such a way that she probably wouldn’t feel comfortable if I put too much pressure on her knees, but her legs were still far enough away from her body that it wasn’t affecting her breathing at all.

  No, she was just super nervous.

  Reaching down with my left hand to unbutton my own pants and free myself, I began rubbing her again between her thighs, her bare skin against mine.

  She gasped from the sensation, her bottom lip trembling as I continued to rub, only to finally begin putting pressure against her. I was a little surprised by how easy it was, us suddenly being connected, with her only wincing a little, even though it was her first time. But after that, her already flushed face only became more passionate, feeling me inside of her.

  Sliding her knees down a little against my sides, I leaned forward to meet her lips, beginning to slowly get to work.

  “Oh, Sam,” she moaned against my mouth. “Shit. Oh, shit.” She strained her legs, trying to spread them further apart, but unable to because of her leather pants. “Oh, yes, please,” she whimpered, straining even more, sliding her butt down a little further. “Please ,” she begged.

  I got there first, shoving my head next to her shoulder, but the second she realized what was happening, it turned her on so much that she immediately followed, accidentally screaming and then clamping her hand over her mouth as she whimpered.

  After catching my breath, I pulled away to find her lips again, remaining how I was in between her legs. She then twitched when I moved around a little, just to tease her, only to hiss the second time.

  “Too sensitive,” she whispered.

  I kissed her again, and then held her gaze. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked seriously, moving just a bit to tease her again.

  “Y-Yes,” she squeaked, her face still flushed. “B-But now what? Hiking?”

  I smirked at her. “Didn’t you know that round two is even more fun than round one?”

  “R-Round two?” she repeated.

  I kissed her on the nose this time, still smiling. “Yeah. It doesn’t have to be over with just one orgasm. And it takes longer the second time. If you want to,” I added.

  Her lavender eyes were wide, before she nodded hesitantly.

  This time when I moved to tease her, she moaned, reaching up to grab my face and pull my lips to hers, while sliding her butt down a little more on the seat.

  Round two wasn’t as nerve-wracking for her, and was a little more gentle, but also more passionate. We kissed and kissed as I slowly worked on her, finally telling her to rub herself, since I knew she might be able to get there a couple more times, before I did, with the right stimulation. She almost seemed shocked that I would recommend that, as if she didn’t know she was allowed to pleasure herself while having sex.

  But then once she got going, her passion only escalated, her moaning and whimpering becoming even more unreserved. Her legs strained against her leather pants again, keeping them from spreading, her back arched, and she accidentally screamed a second time, slapping her own hand over her mouth as she continued to whimper.

  I chuckled this time, planting kisses on her forehead and temple while she tried to collect herself, her body jerking from the pleasure underneath me.

  She wanted to change positions after that, so I went ahead and helped her move while keeping her leather pants mostly on, making her get on her hands and knees in the backseat so I could get her from behind. She rested her head on her arms, her butt up in the air, while I attempted for my own second orgasm, only for her to reach up between her legs and begin rubbing herself again.

  “Oh, Sam. Oh, Sam,” she moaned over and over again.

  I got there before her, but kept slowly moving after a short pause so she could finish her third, muffling her whimpers into the seat.

  Knowing she was spent now, I pulled her thong back up, followed by giving her butt another small smack, before getting her pants up too. I was actually surprised by how little blood had been involved, while also not being too shocked since she was a regenerator, even if she was a slower one. From what I gathered, even if she didn’t heal as fast, she did stop bleeding a ton faster than the average person.

  Once she wasn’t exposed anymore, I sat down to pull her into my lap to snuggle in the backseat.

  “I love you,” I whispered after a few minutes of silence.

  She froze solid for half a second, before she pulled away a little to look at me, her eyes darting to my lips. “Sam, I really love you,” she replied just as quietly, before leaning in for another kiss. She then smirked. “Never screamed before while watching stuff online.”

  She then unexpectedly blushed, realizing that she’d just admitted to something that she’d never told me previously, even though I was aware of that particular leisurely activity since I’d accidentally caught her in the act once with my second-sight.

  I quickly replied, making it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, since I honestly didn’t think it was anyway.

  “I have to admit, I kind of liked it,” I teased. “Those uncontrolled screams were cute.”

  “Really?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

  I nodded, leaning forward to make-out with her again.

  She pulled away after a few more minutes. “I feel really gross though. Like, I really need a shower. I’m not really sweaty, but your stuff is leaking.”

  I grinned, reaching between her legs and pressing against her, rubbing the leather between her thighs firmly.

  She grimaced. “Ugh, not helping!”

  “Better get used to it,” I teased, neglecting to mention that we could use condoms. “At least, if you want me to do this to you again. We can probably manage doing this at home too, but it won’t feel as random or spontaneous. It’ll have to be much more planned out.”

  She groaned, resting her head against my shoulder. “Okay. Squish away then.”

  I was kind of kidding, since, you know – condoms. But hey, I wasn’t
going to pass that offer up, really enjoying this kind of teasing. Especially with her.

  I kissed her on the forehead as I prodded her some more, slowly working her up until she was unbuttoning her pants to rub down there to go for it again. Honestly, it was kind of hot holding her while she pleasured herself. I felt like most women would be embarrassed to do so, but now that Heidi and I had gone all the way, it’s like she’d forgotten to be self-conscious.

  Or maybe she just assumed it was completely normal, since I’d told her to do it during sex. Either way, having her moan, whimper, and tense so freely in my arms while she enjoyed herself was fun.

  After that, we just snuggled in the car until the sun disappeared, kissing here and there, and talking a little too, but otherwise just me holding onto her while she was curled up in my lap.

  I also continued teasing her some, just to see how she’d react, suggesting things like me taking her out in public when she felt messy, only to discover that apparently the idea seriously turned her on, considering she eventually reached into her pants to rub herself again. I ended up weaving an entire story for her, going into quite a bit of detail into how I was going to take her out for ice cream and a movie again, except that the whole experience would occur after we’d screwed in the car and she was messy inside her pants.

  That ended up being an orgasm that made her scream.

  Damn, who knew Heidi had such a crazy kink?

  When I finally asked her what she thought about our ‘date,’ she blushed and admitted that her first time was even more amazing than she anticipated.

  I promised to make sure the second time was great too, but only after we’d had a serious talk about her fantasies. Because as long as they weren’t too crazy, I’d be more than happy to make them come true, or at the very least, learn more about what turned her on so I could talk dirty to her during sex.

  At the very least, I knew of one fantasy she might enjoy me describing to her – Lily watching.

  21: Interruptions

  Freya Rosetti

  April 27, 2735 – 1 Day Later – Late Morning

  Freya sat on the couch in the living room, with Rose close to her side and Eden in her arms, while they waited for Lily’s previous coworker, Nancy, to stop by to say hello. Now that Lily had her implants in, she knew she wouldn’t have to answer any uncomfortable questions about why they’d gone missing in the first place.

  Initially, Lily planned on just having coffee with Nancy sometime, but she’d accidentally slipped and mentioned they had a new baby in the family. Thus, Nancy was going to stop by their house just for a little while, since Freya didn’t want to bring Eden out in public yet.

  Winter was currently in the kitchen, cooking lunch for everyone who ate normal food, seeming to find enjoyment in the activity. Also kind of made sense that she’d take up that task too, since she often ate more than everyone else combined, though her appetite did appear to fluctuate. There were some days when she ate more normal-sized meals.

  Freya looked down when she felt Eden begin to squirm in her arms, usually an indication that she was about to cry for a bottle. Freya was still breastfeeding as well, but had begun to transition more to formula so that her breasts would remain a more manageable size.

  Freya looked up when she heard someone coming down the stairs, with Lily appearing at the bottom, her phone in hand.

  “She says she’s at the gate,” Lily explained, only to walk up to the touchscreen next to the door, which could display a video feed of the entrance, as well as had a button to open the gate with a simple tap.

  Rose popped up in her seat when Eden made a quiet noise.

  “I’ll make her a bottle,” she announced.

  “Sounds good, sweetie,” Freya replied endearingly, only to look up at Lily. “Think Nancy will be fine with a cup of coffee?”

  Lily nodded, reaching for the door handle. “Yeah, she said she already ate. Just wants to say hi and visit for a bit.” She then opened the door, waving as the woman outside pulled up.

  Rose was climbing on the counter to grab the stuff she needed to make Eden’s bottle, with Winter moving some stuff out of her way, likely knowing from her thoughts that Rose wanted to do it all herself. Freya really liked Winter, though she couldn’t exactly determine why. She suspected it was because Winter was a kindred soul, knowing what it was like to suffer. Not that she’d wish that on anyone, but it was nice having someone around who could relate, even if not in the same ways.

  Lily appeared back in the doorway then, a smile on her face as she spoke to Nancy. The woman had an overall plain appearance, very average, though she could probably improve her look a ton with a little bit of makeup. She had brown hair and brown eyes, her skin having just a hint of a tan from being in the sun.

  The first thing Nancy did was focus on Winter in the kitchen, who had a little bit of an intimidating presence due to her slightly above-average height and goth appearance, as well as Rose climbing off the counter as she began making the bottle.

  “Oh my, I didn’t realize you had company over,” Nancy said. “I hope I’m not intruding.”

  “Oh, no, not at all,” Lily replied reassuringly. “Winter is a good friend. But why don’t you come on over and meet the baby?”

  Freya intended to just stay where she was sitting, since she was about to be feeding her, with Rose beginning to walk this way as she shook up the bottle. Eden was starting to squirm a lot now, her vibrant teal eyes opening as she looked up at her mommy.

  Lily gestured in their direction as they approached. “This is Sam and Freya’s daughter, Eden Marie.”

  Suddenly, Nancy froze solid, staring at the baby in Freya’s arms like she was going to pass out. At the same time, Rose froze solid too just a couple of feet away, the hand holding the bottle trembling as she stared up at Nancy with wide crimson eyes.

  Freya instantly knew something was wrong, horribly wrong, but had no idea what. Before she could even decide on how to react, her gaze shifted to Winter as she saw her dart into the room at lightning speed, her expression intense as she grabbed Rose underneath the arms and picked her up, twisting around to deposit her on the other end of the couch, just a few feet away.

  Winter then immediately moved in front of Freya, towering over Nancy with a threatening posture.

  “Turns out, this is a bad time for us,” she said firmly, staring down at the woman from barely a few inches away. “Please leave.”

  Nancy stared up at Winter like she’d seen a ghost, all the blood drained from her face, as she began to back away. “Y-Yes,” she agreed. “I apologize for the intrusion. I’ll be going now.”

  Winter didn’t move from her spot, but continued to stare Nancy down as she backed up a few feet, before quickly turning around to rush out the door.

  Completely bewildered, Freya looked over at Rose to see her small tan hands were grabbing her head, tears beginning to stream from her crimson eyes. At the same time, Winter spun around and dropped to her knees, reaching out toward Freya.

  “I’ll feed her. Rose needs you right now.”

  Freya wanted to ask what in the hell was going on, but she trusted Winter enough at this point to do as she asked. She carefully handed over Eden, and moved to sit beside Rose, wrapping her arms around her daughter’s thin shoulders as she began sobbing.

  “W-What in the world just happened?” Lily finally exclaimed, just as dumbfounded.

  “That woman,” Winter began, gracefully grabbing the dropped bottle, even while holding Eden. She then continued as she held the bottle up for the baby to begin drinking. “She had bad feelings attached to her.”

  “ Very bad,” Rose sobbed.

  “Nancy?” Lily repeated in disbelief. “But it’s Nancy. She’s like the most level-headed nice easygoing person I know!”

  “I don’t understand it either,” Winter agreed. “She seemed fine to me, but Rose felt something else entirely.”

  “Crying,” Rose sobbed. “Lots of crying.”

 
Lily looked alarmed. “Think maybe Nancy is in trouble or something?” she asked seriously.

  “That’s not what Rose means,” Winter explained, carefully readjusting Eden. “She doesn’t mean Nancy was crying. She heard children crying. Hundreds of them. Maybe more.”

  Freya looked up at her in alarm. “Children?” she repeated.

  “And there’s something else,” Winter continued, seeming hesitant now.

  “Winter,” Freya said urgently. “What is it?”

  “That woman…when she saw Eden for the first time. She recognized her.”

  Freya’s breathing caught in her chest, her mind racing, only for her instincts to kick into full gear, the predator deep inside her arousing, the intensity escalated by her maternal drive to protect. Winter’s words implied numerous possibilities, one of which was very bad. And that single slim chance was enough for her to pull out all the stops that held back her full potential.

  Her skin began rapidly graying.

  Leaping from her seat with such force that she slammed the couch against the sturdy wall, she raced to the touchscreen on the door, trying not to break it as she hit the button with her knuckle to halt the gate from opening fully, her half-inch claws rendering her fingertips useless. She could see in the video feed that she’d tapped it just in time, with their guest waiting in her car, the gap in the gate just barely small enough to prevent her from leaving.

  But that wasn’t enough.

  Freya needed blood. Now.

  She whipped around at a startled Winter and Lily, focusing on the only regenerator in the house. However, just as she took her first step in Lily’s direction, Winter jumped forward, having carefully moved Eden to her left side, her right arm outstretched.

  “Here. Do it.”

  Freya didn’t need much blood to activate her third eye, though her jaw was already an abnormal size. Without hesitation, she grabbed Winter’s arm and sank her teeth in, ignoring the woman’s shriek of pain, only to take the gulp she needed and whip back around to fly out the door, her forehead splitting open.

  Freya’s arms elongated, her hands grew larger, her legs thickened, her head warped, all in response to seeing her prey backing up to try to leave through the unfinished fencing. Her legs tensed then, muscles unhinging like a spring as she leapt into the air, her aim true, barreling back down feet-first and slamming into the hood of the car with such force that the back tires raised half-a-foot off the ground briefly.