Blood Legion: Adamantine Chronicles Book Two

by D. R. Rosier

Normally, I’d have asked questions, but I had no doubt that would’ve gone over even worse and made her overtly hostile. Sharing myself seemed the best course at the time, and finally she sighed, and glared at me.

  She said coldly in a low voice, “While you were playing in college, I was busy being a supervillain. I enslaved minds and beat them down to save their lives from my insane supervillain boss. Oracle’s Maidens got me out of that nightmare of a life, and here I am for the last thirteen months, trying to make up for my past. That little fun part of my life was the least horrifying aspect of my past as well. Happy? Will you shut up now? You don’t get to know more about my past, the really shitty parts of it, and I don’t care about yours, especially about how you were a genius and spoiled college boy.”

  Right, touchy. And… holy shit, she’d been a supervillain? A million questions died on the tip of my tongue in quick succession. Serving an insane supervillain had been the easy part of her life? No wonder she was so angry and messed up. I hesitate to say the word broken, but… she really was that. I don’t mean that cruelly or spitefully. She was chained and stuck to a past filled with horrors, that I could only speculate about.

  She was also right, to a certain extent. My quickening had been tragic, I’d lost my mother to an insane super who liked to kill, and my father blamed me for it and didn’t speak to me. But… before that, the first twenty-two years of my life were remarkably normal. Not perfect, but not any worse than the average. I wouldn’t say I’d been spoiled, not by a long shot, I’d worked hard to get where I got, but oppressed and abused, no.

  Perhaps I’d been naïve to think we could be closer. I had a much better chance with Carol, but in that moment, I didn’t believe she would ever open up to me. It didn’t necessarily even need to be about her past, just her presence. Her current personality, and who she was. She hid that from me as well.

  Of course, I also wouldn’t give up so easily, even if I retreated in that moment to reassess. Maybe I’d just been trying too hard. I wanted to know her, if not her past, break through that wall. If I had to suffer in her presence instead of basking in my lover’s presence, I sure as hell was going to make sure it was worth it.

  We finished our meal in silence, and then got back to it.

  It was four in the afternoon, and we walked down the strip when we ran into our first problem. Outside of our lack of connection, I mean.

  There was the usual screaming, and running, as several hundred humans streamed out of the casino about a block away, followed by billowing steam and smoke.

  “What the hell?”

  We exchanged glances, and that’s when I saw actual concern on her face for the first time. No matter what else was true, I knew in that moment that Red Siren cared about the job of keeping people safe from out of control supers, if nothing else.

  We ran up the block, I was reluctant to leave her side, and I knew I’d have to change my fighting style. I was no longer working with Alyssa, and outside of the emotional part of that, it also meant my partner wasn’t invulnerable outside of a single weakness to gravity.

  In a fight, bystanders came first, then my partner’s safety, and only then was taking the villain down with the least amount of collateral damage a priority.

  We were forced to wait, while the doors were packed with streaming civilians leaving the hotel and casino. When the doors finally cleared, we marched into the hotel.

  I pointed across the cloudy casino floor, covered in steam, it felt like a damned sauna in the building. Fortunately, I was in my suit which had environmental controls, I only knew it was like a sauna because Red Siren already had an alluring glow on her skin.

  “They’re back there, two energy supers. A-class.”

  She nodded grimly, and we headed back there. It was hard to see anything, but as we got closer I heard a feminine sigh, followed by a gasp, then a naughty giggle and manly grunt.

  What the hell?

  We got closer, and I just froze there, as they came into sight both of them looked up at me. The supervillain duo were half naked, and he was taking her on one of the long benches along the wall that had velvet cushions. Literally, fucking, right on the casino floor.

  The source of the steam was also obvious, at least when Rose reported.

  “They’re in the supervillain database. He’s Glacial, and she’s Firestorm. Further research indicates they were just married, and they’ve been checked into this hotel for two days.”

  Right, supervillain honeymoon, and the steam was from their fire and water powers reacting to each other’s, while they were fucking in public. Great.

  Glacial barked, “Do you fucking mind? My wife and I are having a fucking moment.”

  Firestorm giggled, then gasped in pleasure when he tweaked her nipple.

  Firestorm said in a sultry voice, “I liked the sound of that, say it again.”

  Glacial asked, “Wife?”

  She ground up against him, and moaned, “Yes, that. My husband.”

  It was almost romantic, in a really screwed up way.

  Tina snorted, “You can’t do that, in public.”

  Firestorm giggled, “Our room is… wet. All that steam, and my husband can’t keep his hands of me,” she finished in a smugly joyful tone that reminded me of Alyssa.

  Unbelievable.

  Glacial shrugged as if embarrassed, but at the same time he didn’t stop impaling his blushing bride.

  “It was just a kiss, our powers are rather volatile together, then when they all ran out, we figured why not, since we had privacy.”

  Right, of course. Because that made sense. Maybe to a supervillain it did.

  I really tried to keep eye contact, but Firestorm’s… assets, were really distracting the way they bounced so wildly as he took her. She wasn’t as gifted as Tina, but she was at least a large C, if not in D territory.

  The whole situation was wrong on so many levels that I didn’t even know where to start.

  The final straw, was when she cried out and came undone around him, while we watched.

  I turned my back, and then walked away.

  Tina came after me, “Are you serious?” she demanded.

  I laughed, “I don’t see you attacking them either. Do you really want to attack the sweet newlyweds while they express their love?”

  She snorted a laugh, “I suppose we could wait until their done, before we run them out of town. I still think you’re crazy.”

  “Maybe, but then so are you.”

  She sighed, and then looked around critically at the steam and the water beads on everything, “They’ll have to repaint the whole floor.”

  I laughed.

  The couple was surprisingly cooperative after they finished their consummation. They hadn’t broken any laws in Nevada, outside of lewd conduct in public, and there were no active federal warrants out for their arrest. They paid their bill, as well as an exorbitant bribe for the damages and so the hotel wouldn’t press charges.

  I supposed even supervillains didn’t want to fight on occasion. Tina had even diffidently suggested they rent an open bungalow on a private beach for the rest of their honeymoon, to prevent a recurrence as the steam would be blown out, and they’d both loved the idea.

  It was absurd, but I kind of wished them luck, as I saw them rocket off and hopefully far away from Silver City. She carried him, and they left a steam trail in the sky as they disappeared, kissing.

  Honestly, it was probably the strangest thing I ever did and saw as a super, ever.

  I also decided, given Tina actually talking during the confrontation, and making that one joke, that maybe the best way to get to know Tina was just to back off, and do the job. Give it time, so to speak. Become co-workers first, then worry about a deeper relationship.

  It was a thing.

  Chapter Three

  When we got back to the building at six, I was more than ready to lay my sore eyes on Alyssa. Unfortunately, I knew as soon as we walked in that she wasn’t in the building at all
. Rose seemed to sense my emotions and thoughts on the matter, and she took independent action.

  Rose informed me, “She checked out at four, and will be on patrol with Myriad until midnight.”

  Right, damn. We still needed to work out our schedules, for coverage. I knew I was being a whiny little bitch in my mind, but I also knew I was going to hate this new setup. At least, until I got used to it. I missed her during patrol, and now I wouldn’t see her for six more hours?

  Maybe I was co-dependent after all.

  Nah, I just missed her smile, her touch, her mischievous laughs and giggles, the way she looked at me with adoration, respect, and love, and the way she couldn’t keep her hands off me, or me off her.

  A lot like that supervillain couple. The honeymoon phase was still going strong, that’s all it was.

  Point was, I was at loose ends. Which I knew was pathetic, I had just never been alone before, not for the past four weeks, so I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. Still, I wasn’t about to stare at the wall, I needed to man up and deal, she wasn’t my whole life either. It was just… established habit, not co-dependence. It wasn’t like I was depressed, I just missed her presence.

  Perhaps foolishly, I walked over to Tina’s apartment and knocked.

  She opened the door and raised her eyebrow imperiously in question.

  “Dinner?”

  She snorted, shook her head, and then slammed the door in my face. Wow, right. Co-workers, not friends.

  I headed down and made something simple for dinner, to minimize the cleanup. I don’t want to harp on it, but the first thought I had was it was the first dinner I wouldn’t be sharing with Alyssa’s warm brown eyes staring at me from across the table since we’d met. Pathetic, but there it was, she’d become the center of my life, and I felt the void.

  Still, I knew I was being a weenie, if only in my own mind.

  I did have fun eating with Carina, Nate, and Jenna, but then I was alone again as I went upstairs. At the risk of sounding even more pathetic, I must share that I missed her while watching television, and then when I played a couple of games on my console just to kill time, something I hadn’t done since I’d moved to Silver City.

  It wasn’t that bad. I supposed my whole point was, the partner switching was a major life adjustment, and I just had to get used to it.

  Suck it up and move on. I kept waiting for that to kick in, and it didn’t. I figured then that it would just take a couple of days, and I went to lie down around ten. Perhaps we had been spending too much time together, and this would be a good thing.

  Yeah, I didn’t buy it either, but that didn’t make it untrue. The bed felt wrong without her in it, but I still found sleep around eleven.

  I woke up to a soft moan, that I realized was mine, as euphoric pleasure flooded my body. There was a warm, wet, and soft sensation on my cock that I knew had to be Alyssa’s sweet perfect mouth.

  “Liss,” I whispered in exhortation, and question.

  Alyssa moaned deeply in wanton approval and enjoyment, as she took me deep into her mouth, and swallowed me into her throat. She’d gotten amazingly adept at blow jobs the last month, probably because she loved to give them to me. She was a wild and adventurous thing in bed, that hadn’t changed. She was also a little sloppier than usual, I felt a lot of spittle, and she was wildly fucking her face down on my cock.

  She popped off it with a satisfied sigh, and then crawled up on top of me. She reached down and gripped my cock firmly, and she gasped in pleasure as she rubbed the tip against her soft silken labia.

  She was soaked for me, and that made my cock twitch.

  She looked into my eyes with loving devotion, and a lust so strong it blew my mind. She hissed in pleasure as she took me in, impaled herself violently down on me, and then gasped as her pussy convulsed around my sensitive head and the first few inches.

  “Fuck, just what I needed. I missed you, my love,” she whispered in a loving and very satisfied voice.

  She started to work her way down, and she made encouraging wild sounds of pleasure as I started to push up into her to help. She felt so incredibly tight and wet around me. Not like that first night, but still as impossibly tight as the second.

  I suspected she used her magic somehow, to heal the soreness after, and that kept her incredibly tight for me, not to mention her nubile eighteen-year-old body’s natural ability to bounce back. As our bodies finally met, I reached up and pinched her nipples lightly between thumbs and forefingers, while I gently squeezed with the other three fingers, which drew a sharp gasp of pleasure as her sex squeezed mine even tighter, and quite violently convulsed as she went over for the first time.

  Alyssa was a wild sexpot in bed, often naughty, sometimes loving, and she came for me quickly and often, but she’d never cum that fast for me before. She must’ve really missed me, which made me feel a little less pathetic about missing her. She did love her tits played with, it always ramped up her pleasure in a big way, and I continued to play with them. She didn’t like them mauled, but she liked a firm touch, and had been known to get off on a nipple bite.

  “I love you too, missed you.”

  She smiled widely, and her eyes were wide and slightly glazed as she came down from the pleasure. My cock was in heaven, as she flooded it with her liquid satisfaction, and the constant tight hug of her hot, soft, and wet sex was indescribably blissful.

  Then she started to move on me, a hard and fast rutting as her hips gyrated, making her tits bounce and shake in my hands wildly.

  “Fuck, I love this fat cock in me. I needed it so fucking bad, needed this. I love you Daniel, and I love this big fat cock in me. It feels so good.”

  She continued her litany of depravity, as she fucked my brains out, which was a huge turn on for me. Not just because it was hot, but because she was such a lady at all times outside of our bedroom, she never ever cursed. The worst word I’d ever heard her use outside the bedroom was bitch, and even then she’d only said it the once.

  I was also hardly idle, my legs were slightly bent for leverage, and I was pumping up into her as fast as I could to keep up with her slamming down on me, taking in my cock with that delicious warm and silken friction over and over again, with a tiny subtle grind at the end which took the already mind-blowing pleasure of her body to new heights. Our bodies slammed together with loud slaps, and her dirty words and sweet sounds of pleasure mixed with my gasps and moans.

  She was a goddess above me, and we both raced toward orgasm, her second and my first.

  One more thing, her words, as she said my name over and over, and how much she loved getting fucked by my big cock, seemed a little off. Slurred even, but I really couldn’t give it any thought in that moment, but I made a mental note to figure it out later. She couldn’t be drunk, could she? She was just eighteen.

  Her first orgasm had been a relatively small one, but I could sense we were both reaching an explosive one, and I started to struggle to hold out against her body’s demands for my seed, until she went over first.

  Alyssa screamed, “Fuck! Yes! Daniel!”

  Then she trembled and shook above me, as her sex locked around mine and started to milk me hard, as she exploded in bliss and soaked me with her satiny liquid pleasure. Her wild release was too much, and I gratefully relaxed my will, and felt my legs numb and my balls tighten and boil.

  She gasped, as I stretched her out further, and started to pulse inside of her.

  Her widened brown eyes were filled with vulnerable love, gentle awe, and surpassing pleasure as I started to pulse up into her. I couldn’t have possibly looked away from those eyes, and I felt the same feelings as she came undone above me, my hands moved to her waist and gripped, to hold her in place as I pushed up into her.

  She started gasping as she came down, and then gave me a wild, enthusiastic, and warm kiss.

  Our first kiss of the night, and I tasted alcohol. Holy shit.

  Time?

  Rose replied, “Two fif
teen, AM.”

  She missed me so much, that she went out with Carol after the patrol, and got some alcohol?

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, I was also still drowning in the after-bliss of that powerful orgasm, and Alyssa was just as breathless.

  “So, you went out with Carol tonight?”

  She nodded, “Tina too. She joined us after the patrol, and we went dancing.”

  I frowned, and her eyes widened.

  “I missed you, wanted to invite you, but we talked about that earlier. It was a girl’s night out kind of thing, which is why you were left out. I need friends, Daniel. You’re the center of my life, but not all of it.”

  Damn, I was being an ass, she was right. She was also gracious about it, her voice hadn’t been annoyed, just sincere.

  I sighed, “That wasn’t what I meant, I get that, and I agree with it. I also noticed that you missed me,” I added in a wise ass tone.

  She blushed, and then giggled, “I might have gotten carried away. Anyway, I had a good time, and I snuck a few sips of a drink. It was alright, but I don’t think I’ll be drinking again. At least, not until I’m legal.”

  “Get as carried away as you want, when you miss me, I mean.”

  She winked, and gave me loving and sweet kiss, “I was so horny, I kept thinking of you all day, and it got worse when the three of us were dancing. Not to mention I feel a little light headed, not even buzzed, much less drunk, but loose, you know.”

  I winked, “You seem very tight to me.”

  She rolled her eyes, but she also had a pleased smile on her face, when she ground down on me.

  She asked sweetly, “Will you do something for me?”

  “Anything?”

  She said in voice of syrupy sweet innocence with just a tinge of sultry, “Hold me down, and fuck me. I think I need that more than I needed to take you. But you were asleep. I want you to possess me, use me, claim me, and empty your fat cock in me. Please. I love how it feels, when you fill me.”

  Holy crap. Her sweet innocent voice spewing those lewd words was far more effective and dirtier than if she’d put more of the sultry into it. It was wrong, and so damned hot, my nubile sexpot drove me nuts.