Malika unstrapped her bra and let it hang loose around her midriff. Her breasts spilled out, showing her small nipples and the large circle of darker areola. Lucas wanted to suck on them, but he wanted to finish his food too.
He told her as much, once more too tired mentally to be tactful.
“Great,” Malika smiled. “I’ll be upstairs in your bedroom.”
And with that, she dashed off.
Lucas took another bite of his spaghetti. And then, he realised that Malika was dashing to his room, half naked, her breasts still out.
Lucas didn’t have a room per se. He shared one with Jenny and Lucy. It was likely both girls were in the room now, either asleep, or waiting for him to come up. Malika was going to barge in there, her breasts jiggling about.
He wondered how the girls would react. Would they be furious with him? They knew he was sleeping with other girls. It wasn’t a secret.
Lucas finished his meal and walked up the stairs. He paused outside his bedroom door and rested his ear against it. He couldn’t hear any sounds coming from within. Lucas opened the door and walked in.
He knew why there were no sounds coming from the room.
Jenny and Lucy were both asleep.
Malika was there, and awake.
She sat on the sofa, her back straight, her legs parted, she was completely naked, her pussy exposed.
She smiled up at him, an innocence in her gaze. She looked so damned hot. Lucas felt invigorated as he walked towards her. In response, she leaned forward and pushed her breasts together, spreading her legs even further apart.
The girl was damned flexible.
Lucas dropped to his knees before her. He kissed her on the lips first, then sucked on her breasts. He grabbed her legs and lifted them up, flipping her onto her back, he glanced at her perfect pussy, the darker lips accentuating the pink sneaking out.
Lucas leaned forward and kissed her cunt, sucked on it, sighing deeply as he took in her aroma.
Chapter 25
It was the day of the duel. Lucas dressed in his traditional battle attire. He wore his long bullet proof coat, along with all the gear. Assault rifle, pistol, ammunition, his sword made from the rare metal found in the asteroids that struck earth, the sharpest metal on earth. In addition to that, he had Vengeance’s serum with him.
Michelle hadn’t taken all the syringes.
Lucas hoped to use it on her if he found her. He was certain she would be there. She was a powerful Super, probably the strongest in town. Vengeance would have her at his side as part of his entourage. He would be stupid not to.
Lucas sat in the car alone, driving towards the building site that was to be his battleground. Laura and her gang would be going separately, some had already gone the day before, camping out in their little spots. There was a sleepy feel about the town as he entered it. Not many cars or humans about.
In fact, he had yet to pass a single person on the street, or a single car.
Lucas tapped the little bud fitted in his ear, a direct connection to Laura.
“What’s up?” Laura asked.
“It’s really quiet on the streets,” Lucifer said.
“Yup. That’s because they’re all here. At the building site.”
“What?”
Laura sighed over the radio connection. “There are leaflets flying around the town telling every Normie to come to the building site or else. His Supers have gone around, knocking on doors, ensuring there is a good turnout. Annnnd guess what Lucas,” Laura said.
“What?” Lucas asked, his mood sour.
“There is amazing attendance at your duel.”
As Lucas drove closer to the building site, he saw too. There were more cars on the road, humans walked on the pavements, all heading towards the building site. A street away, there was an actual traffic jam. The last time Lucas was stuck in a traffic jam was five years ago, before The Strikes.
Turned out it wasn’t something he missed from the good old days.
Lucas jumped out of the car and joined the line of Normies walking towards the building site. A queue had formed near the front, and Lucas had to push his way through. It didn’t go unnoticed by the two Supers standing by the entrance.
“You,” the blond super pointed at him. “Yes, you,” he repeated, “Get to the back.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Lucas said.
“Yeah, you,” the Super shouted, not hearing him from the distance, and over the nattering of the queuing Normies. “Get to the fucking back!”
Lucas ignored him and continued to barge his way through the crowd until he reached the front. By now, the Super was positively furious, his pale skin red with rage. “I’m gonna smash your fucking face in you mother fucker,” he growled, between huffs.
The guy was so large. No. Fat was a better description. He was so fat, Lucas wondered if the Super could even raise his fist to swing it.
“Go on then,” Lucas said.
The fat Super leaned forward to get a better look with his beady eyes. “What?”
“Hit me. Smash my face in.”
What followed next was predictable. The Super stared at him, stupid confusion written across his face. It seemed that when some Supers gained incredible powers, they lost a lot of braincells. This particular Super stared at him for far too long before comprehension struck.
And then, he struck.
Lucas was wrong.
Despite being fat, he had a mean swing behind those arms.
Lucas moved his head back just in time as the Super’s fat fist whizzed past his face. He saw the force in the speed, felt it in the rush of wind that followed. Lucas stepped back and raised his hands, ready for what was to naturally follow.
A fist fight.
But the fat Super stared at him.
Once more, he did it stupidly.
“Your face was supposed to be smashed,” he said. He turned to the Super girl standing a few feet away. “His face isn’t smashed,” he said to her.
The girl walked over to join him. She stared at Lucas’s face. “Why isn’t your face smashed?”
Lucas sighed internally. It was like Vengeance had dumb and dumber guarding the entrance. “I need to get in,” he told them.
“Why isn’t you face-”
This time, Lucas sighed out loud. “I’m Lucas,” he told them. “I’m supposed to be fighting Vengeance’s Super?”
Thankfully, the two Supers didn’t take much convincing. They believed him. Lucas supposed it made sense. Only a suicidal idiot would claim to be Lucas, the man who was wanted across the town, the man who was going to fight a Super to the death.
The fat Super led him beneath the arch and down what would have been the lobby of the fancy apartment blocks. Past that, Lucas could see the field. The last time he had been here, only a few days ago, there was grass. And weed. Both long and overgrown.
But now, it was tidy. The grass cut, the weed pulled out, it was smooth, like a football pitch of old.
Vengeance had been busy. Or at least, his minions had been.
The fat Super stopped beneath the arch that led out onto the field. “Go on,” he said.
Lucas gave the guy a final glance, and then walked out onto the field. He stared up at the building surrounding him. The tall pillars surrounded by red brick, the half length walls around the edges, a few fully formed walls with boxes left for windows.
Resting against the walls, peering through the windows were hundreds of humans. No. As Lucas spun around in a circle, he realised there were thousands of people here. Vengeance must have brought the entire town here to watch.
And there he was.
Vengeance.
Laura was right.
He had taken residence on the fifth floor of the fourteen floor tower. The brick wall on that part had been smashed away to form a balcony of sorts. Sofas and coffee tables had been brought up. Vengeance sat in the centre, a gorgeous and naked girl either side of him, he sipped on a drink. Seeing Lucas had spotted
him, he waved down.
Lucas wanted was tempted to run up there and punch the guy’s teeth out.
But he held back that desire and scanned the small crowd on the balcony. They were all women, wearing little to no clothing. He scanned the faces, desperate to see Michelle.
But she wasn’t there.
“L-Lucas?”
The voice was familiar and he spun around.
It was Michelle.
She stood a few meters away from him, her shoulders hunched in, her fingertips trembled. She was naked, except for a belt that had been fastened around her nipples.
“Michelle,” Lucas gasped. Seeing her, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He began to run towards her, but she raised a hand. A hand that suddenly burned blue. Lucas’s run turned into a jog before it came to a complete stop. “Michelle?”
Michelle stepped back, her hand wavered, but the blue remained. “Vengeance’s has done something to me… I’m h-his… I’m his,” she stopped.
Fuck.
“I’m supposed to fight you…”
Michelle nodded. “I don’t want to Lucas, but I have to… I can’t control my own body,” she said, anger and confusion in her voice, she stared at her own arm, the one that was raised and pointed at him.
And then it happened.
A ball of blue shot out from it.
Lucas was standing only a few feet from her.
Too close to move out of the way.
It struck him across the chest.
He felt his feet lift up, felt his body hurtle back. When he struck the ground, that’s when the pain hit. All at once. He rolled on the floor amongst the freshly cut grass, grunting in pain.
As he struggled to his feet, another bolt struck the ground beside him, sending grass and dirt flying up his eyes, nose and mouth. Lucas spat it out as he turned. Michelle was still standing in the exact same spot; her hand shook violently.
She could have struck him when he was down, but she missed on purpose.
A part of Michelle was still resisting.
Lucas didn’t feel overjoyed by that. Right now, it was about survival, life and death. Michelle just confirmed she had insane will power in addition to the superpowers he knew she possessed.
Prior to this, before knowing she was going to be his opponent, Lucas had a plan for Michelle. He was hoping to meet her somewhere on the streets once Laura had launched her attack on Vengeance.
He’d come prepared to attack her, to take her down and inject her with the serum hidden within his coat.
He was going to have to action that plan in the arena.
Not the easiest thing to do.
But when was life ever easy for him?
Lucas reached inside his coat and pulled out his assault rifle. He pressed the butt against his shoulder and let loose. He emptied the clip. Every single bullet struck Michelle, all hitting her on the chest. He could see the dots of red riddle across her naked body.
She remained standing.
Fuck.
He was hoping to knock her down.
“You shot me,” Michelle said. There was anger in her voice, and she took a determined step towards him. “You shot me,” she repeated, now positively seething.
“It’s not like that,” Lucas said. “I didn’t mean to shoot you?”
“What? You slipped and the gun went off?” Michelle growled, now marching towards him, her entire body began to turn blue.
Lucas did the only sensible thing there was to do.
He turned and ran.
“Oh you’re not getting away from me that easily Lucas,” Michelle roared.
He believed her.
He also knew she was on his tail, and that soon, she would catch up to him. As he ran towards the lobby, he reached inside his coat for a grenade, bit the pin off and chucked it behind him.
There was an explosion.
He glanced over his shoulders as he ran.
It had been an insanely good strike. Michelle’s naked body was now covered in dust. But it hadn’t slowed her down.
“You’re going to die, Lucas,” she roared, spitting out dirt.
Lucas reached the lobby and turned right towards the large stairs. He took five and six steps at a time, leaping up. He felt good. The green crystal his body had absorbed gave him strength and speed beyond the normal human.
But Michelle was a Super.
One that had absorbed the blue crystal.
It was much more powerful. He heard her thundering up the stairs behind him. As Lucas reached the landing, he turned and hit the ground on his back.
He’d guessed right.
Michelle was right behind him.
He kicked with both feet and struck her on the chest. She fell back. He jumped to his feet as she tumbled down the stairs. With every passing second, every time he attacked Michelle, her powers would grow even stronger until she became a juggernaut.
When that happened, Lucas knew there was nothing in his arsenal that could stop her.
His only hope was to turn her before that happened. He had the serum in his coat. He planned to inject her first, and then inject himself. There was every chance it wouldn’t work. There was no evidence to say the serum would work on someone already owned.
But it was all Lucas had.
If that failed, he would have to kill her.
Or die himself.
Lucas hadn’t decided which yet.
He wasn’t sure if the decision was his to make. The slightest mistake, and Michelle would kill him.
Lucas climbed another set of stairs. The second floor in this part of the building was almost complete. Before him was a wide corridor with doors leading into apartments. He ran to the first open door and dropped to his knees.
He pulled out the assault rifle and slid in another clip.
And then, he waited for Michelle to come.
And she did.
In all her blue glory.
She was completely naked now, the energy from within her had burnt off the belt that was fastened around her breasts. They bounced about as she ran. Mesmerising. So much so, Lucas almost forgot to pull the trigger.
Almost.
As he let rip, the bullets shot towards her. But they sizzled on impact before falling aside. Her power was something to behold, something to marvel at were it not running towards him with murderous rage.
Lucas dropped the rifle and turned into the apartment. He made it into what would have been the bedroom when Michelle caught up with him. As she grabbed him from behind, he pulled out a bunch of grenades and threw them across the room.
Michelle picked him up and threw him across the room. He crashed into the wall and hit the ground. Before he could get up, she dropped onto him, her pussy rested on his waist. But there was no sexual intent behind her pose.
She raised a fist burning fist to punch him, to smash his face in.
And then, the room exploded, the grenades finally going off. As debris flew across and cracks appeared on the ceiling, Lucas pulled Michelle down, her naked body now resting on his, her face inches away from his.
“Hey,” he smiled at her.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Michelle threatened. “You shot me, threw a grenade at me, kicked me down the stairs. Don’t you fucking dare-”
Michelle didn’t get to finish her sentence. The ceiling collapsed and a large chunk of cement dropped onto her back. Her eyes closed as her head slumped onto his shoulder. She was out, but not for long.
This was the perfect opportunity, but Lucas didn’t have much time. Problem was, Lucas was squashed between the floor and Michelle and the large slab of ceiling resting on her back. It was an effort to move his hand, but he managed to reach his side pocket and pull out the metal box. He flipped it open with one hand.
Raising his head, he looked inside. He let out a sigh of relief. Both syringes were still intact. Wasting no time, he injected her with the slave serum. Counting to ten, he then injected himself with the master equivalent.
> Michelle lifted her head from his shoulder as Lucas felt a coolness spread through his body. She stared at him with tired eyes. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that Lucas?” she asked, her voice tired.
“Uh, why’s that?”
“I really like you, you know that?” Michelle continued. “But you shot me… and then, you throw a grenade at me? I thought you liked me too.”
“I do like you… I like you very much.”
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it, mister,” Michelle said. She slid her arm across the floor and poked him on the arm. “And then you kicked me down the stairs. So mean.”
“Um… are you feeling olrite?” Lucas asked.
He was pleasantly surprised that she hadn’t tried to bash his head in upon regaining consciousness. But he was a little worried about what being injected with another dose of the serum might have done to her. For now, drunkenness seemed to be the only side effect.
“I’m fine. It’s you that needs checking. Why are you always pushing me away?” she asked, as she jabbed her finger into his shoulder.
“Sorry about that,” Lucas said, forcing a fake smile. “Do you uh… do you want to kill me?”
A dangerous question to ask. Entirely possible it could act as a trigger, set her back on her murderous path.
Michelle shook her head. “No… not really… I did want to kill you a few moments ago, didn’t I?” she let out a laugh. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” Lucas said. “Do you want to get up?”
“Oh, right.”
Michelle pressed her arms against the floor and pushed herself up. Lucas slid out from under her. Once on his feet, he grabbed the slab of concrete resting on her back and tipped it over. Michelle stood up and stretched. It was something to see, a naked woman stretching, one with a figure like Michelle’s.
“What?” Michelle asked, noticing him staring.
“You got a bit of dust on you,” he said. He began to dust her body, his hands rubbed her breasts, moved down the curves of her hips, felt between her legs.
“I think you got it all,” Michelle said.
“Yeah, I think I have,” Lucas said, as he stepped back.
Michelle stared at him, a twinkle in her eyes. “Why don’t I want to kill you anymore?”
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