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The Tenant - Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2021-07-31 13:57:07 +0000 UTC“What. The fuck,” Emiline hissed, her eyes shifting between the two mostly undressed bodies in the living room.
Sasha began to laugh, slowly peeling herself off the floor. “Asked and answered,” she said, rising to her feet, her magnificent figure fully on display.
“Emiline!” Jeff cried as his vision managed to focus sufficiently to make out the face of the woman at the door.
“What did you do, Jeff?” Her voice was barely audible, a growling whisper. But her eyes were on Sasha.
“You should have walked in a few minutes earlier, blondie. When his face was buried between my thighs, you wouldn’t have needed to ask,” she smiled darkly. “Although maybe that still wouldn’t have been enough. He’s probably never had the desire to do that to you.”
Sasha looked Emiline up and down, a sneer curling her perfect lips. “Looks like you could stand to lose a few pounds. Fantastically Fat Femme does have some nice alliteration, though.”
“How dare you!” screamed Emiline, her voice anything but quiet this time. Her shriek rattled the windows of the house. In the span of a heartbeat, she was sailing through the air toward Sasha, her arms outstretched. Rage in her eyes, she looked as if she were intent on strangling the younger, sexier girl.
Sasha spun away as she landed, cracking the hardwood floor. The young brunette sent a ferociously powerful blow into the blonde’s temple. Emiline went crashing through the living room wall into the yard. The shockwave toppled the television, snapping the screen in a shower of sparks.
Sasha seemed to blink, her body now clad in her trademark leather pants and cropped punk band tee. Emiline pushed herself off the ground on unsteady feet, shaking her head.
“I’m far stronger than the last time we fought,” Sasha informed the superhero smugly. “You may not want to do this.”
Emiline’s outline dropped into a guarded crouch, her fingers coiling into hammers. There was no way she wasn’t going to do this.
The teen seductress placed her hands on her hips, shifting her weight onto one heartbreakingly perfect leg. “If you quit while you’re behind, maybe I’ll go easy on you. Maybe I’ll even let you have your little boy toy back.”
Emiline bristled at this, glancing at Jeff before her eyes refocused on the raven-haired stunner. She charged, blasting through the air impossibly fast. This time, Sasha caught her fist mid-swing, twisting it cruelly to the side.
Yelping, Emiline collapsed to her knees, staring daggers of hatred at her younger opponent.
“Fat and slow, I see,” mocked Sasha, gripping Emiline’s fist almost casually as she batted her eyelashes. “While you’ve been getting lazier, I’ve been working to increase my power. I’ve been pretty successful, don’t you think?”
She leaned down, brushing aside a lock of the superhero’s quivering hair to whisper into Emiline’s ear. “Did you really think you could best Sorceressa so easily?” She spun around the kneeling woman, twisting Emiline’s outstretched arm into a bone-twisting joint lock.
Hearing the name, Jeff’s eyes widened in horror. This was the villainess who had terrorized the city for so long? This was the woman that Astro Ace and Fantasti-Femme had finally defeated?
But Sasha looked nothing like her! She was far younger and lightyears prettier!
“You did force me to go with my backup plan, I suppose,” the villain continued, pressing her knee to Fantasti-Femme’s shoulder and twisting her arm even more harshly. The superhero grimaced in pain. Jeff could tell his fiancé was fighting back tears. “I had to pull my consciousness out of my body and into my niece’s when that musclebound freak crushed my real body.” With each of the last two words, forceful shoves of her knee elicited grunts of pain from Emiline.
“Luckily, I had planned for it. I had marked her with the scarlet star, my personalized magical sigil, years ago. I knew she had magical potential, but I’ve been particularly fortunate. Her body has proven remarkable, absorbing power even better than my own. While you’ve been dancing on my grave like an insipid child, I’ve stolen the powers of so many of your friends and enemies. And with this body, barely an ounce has been lost in the transfer.”
His shocked eyes hardening, Jeff’s jaw tensed with steely resolve. He rose from the couch, determined to help Emiline even if it was the last thing he ever did. He sensed that something about the staggering beauty had changed.It made sense. The first woman he’d encountered sexually had been the real Sasha, the second the supervillain. A tear rolled down his cheek as he thought about it, but regrets were for later.
He jumped onto Sorceressa’s back, startling her just enough for Emiline to free her hand. Hanging from the gorgeous girl’s neck, Jeff could do little besides hold on for dear life. Emiline seized the opening, landing a flurry of blows to the raven-haired beauty’s perfect abs. Each heavy strike shook the house, packing enough power to demolish skyscrapers, slamming into the luscious teen’s muscles again and again.
Yet Sorceressa seemed to absorb the punishment with terrifying calm, grunting softly with each blow, but showing no visible signs of damage. Emiline wound up a massive kick into her iron-plated obliques, but it merely caused her to take a single step to the side.
Sorceressa straightened, her eyes flashing darkly as her frown once again became a smile. She turned to Jeff, peeling his fingers from her neck before whirling in a flash of violence, her hand whipping upward under his jaw. A killing blow.
Thankfully, it never made contact.
Instead, an arc of scarlet energy flew from her hand, wrapping around his throat. The glowing band flung him to the wall, pinning him there, legs kicking and dangling over the floor.
Her hands glowing crimson, Sorceressa thrust them before her, unleashing a burst of energy into Emiline’s impressive bust. The wave of magic threw the blonde’s limp body across the room, through the island in the kitchen to land, half-buried in a collapsed series of cabinets, along the far wall.
Brushing shattered particle board off of herself, Emiline blinked in surprise, gaping at Sorceressa.
The supervillain shrugged. “What? Thought that all I had at my disposal was strength? Like you?”
Emiline glared at her adversary with dogged determination. “Strength isn’t my only power either, bitch.”
Launching herself upward, she smashed through the ceiling, disappearing for a moment before crashing fist-first in the living room like a sexy blonde missile. Sasha fired a blast of magic at her, forcing her to divert from her course at the last second. She tumbled into the floor, gouging a trench that sent a shower of splintered wood slicing through the room.
Several daggers of splintered oak embedded themselves in Jeff’s struggling body, two in the right leg and one in the arm. Pain lanced through him, while Sorceressa hauled Emiline’s crumpled form off her feet.
The blonde heroine struggled to pry the villainess’ fingers from her throat. The brunette was clearly stronger. Sasha sized her up before planting a staggeringly fast punch into her solar plexus. Emiline’s stomach collapsed, her eyes bulged, air whooshing from her lungs in a swirling torrent that blew Sasha’s damp hair from her glistening face.
Emiline’s arms wrapped around her middle protectively, her knees rising as she adopted a fetal position, still dangling from Sorceressa’s unrelenting grip. Smiling, the brunette pulled her in, pressing her lips to Emiline’s in a sensual caress. Red energy formed within Sorceressa’s mouth, flowing into her core.
Jeff gasped, knowing exactly what was happening. He had seen her do it to Power Mistress at the club. “Emiline! Her kiss! It takes away your powers! You have to get away!” he rasped.
But he could already see Sasha’s body improving. The girl’s already fit physique rippled into breathtaking hardness. Every muscle was becoming sculpted perfection, yet somehow so smoothly feminine that it only enhanced her seductive appeal. Her womanly characteristics seemed similarly enhanced, even as Emiline’s began to fade. Her breasts surged outward, her face chiseling into absolute flawlessness. She began to radiate an aura of power that seemed to dim the light in the room, her tantalizing body becoming absolutely irresistible as it exploded with unbelievable power.
Emiline, however, heard Jeff’s words, struggling against the magnificent girl’s increasingly succulent lips until she broke free.
Sasha, seeming overcome momentarily with rapturous pleasure, loosened her grip, allowing Emiline to wriggle free and fall to the floor. The fallen superhero looked up at her tormentor, her lips twisting with horror as she saw what the combined powers of a dozen supervillains and half of her own did to the girl’s body.
Her form was breathtakingly divine, her face even moreso. Her eyes were utterly captivating, enthralling at a glance. Her lips were a study in sensual perfection, their voluptuous swells beckoning whispers of rapturous intent. Her breasts were proud and succulent, aching to be touched. Her abs, steely walls of rock-hard might.
Emiline attempted to shake away the sight of the girl before her, but she couldn’t help but feel the magnetic pull of her attractiveness, the awesome radiance of her power. She fought the desire to be near the girl, to let the villainous girl do as she pleased with her diminished body.
She swung a fist from her knees, the blow glancing off the steel hardness of the younger girl’s voluptuous frame.
Sorceressa, recovering, opened her eyes just in time to see Emiline’s woefully inadequate attempt to harm her. She laughed. Her voice was a cold as it was erotic. The sound of her voice was melodic, a symphony of sultry resonance. “It’s that really all you can do now?”
She reached out with a long, inconceivably perfect leg, planting it between Emiline’s full breasts, forcing her back to the floor with casual ease. “Pathetic.” She spat the word at Emiline like an epithet, discarding any and all respect she might have had for her opponent in three harsh syllables.
Emiline trapped on the floor, Jeff still dangling from the energy field that hung around his neck like a noose, Sorceressa turned her head, focusing in on the struggling man with calculating eyes. “You were fun to play with. Let’s play some more.”
Jeff’s eyes widened, his mind desperately attempting to figure out what she was threatening to do next. She released Emiline, who coughed and choked as the pressure was released from her chest. That freedom was short lived: before the blonde heroine could do anything, Sorceressa waved a hand. Her body flew into the air. Sorceressa gestured again, and Emiline’s body shot across the room, her shapely backside crashing into Jeff’s naked body.
Jeff grunted, though Fantasti-Femme’s curvaceous body felt wonderful against him. He attempted to put it out of his mind. Sasha—no, Sorceressa—was strolling languidly toward the couple.
The dark goddess addressed him, her breathy rasp and mesmeric eyes sending shivers down his throbbing spine. “Did you think that kisses were the only way I can steal your unfaithful lover’s power?”
Jeff’s mind reeled. It was so difficult to think in her presence now. It was so overwhelming. But he strained to consider her words. Kisses? If she didn’t kiss, then maybe some other sort of touching?
His eyes widened as he realized what she had in mind. “No!” he breathed.
“Oh yes!” she said, her evil grin widening.
Nearing the pair of writhing lovers, Sorceressa waved a hand through the air with a twisting flourish.
“Oooooo!” cried Emiline, her body suddenly stiffening.
Sorceressa drew her hands together before her, palms facing outward as she came to a stop. She pushed them outward with a sudden movement. Emiline’s clothes tore jaggedly down the middle, fabric flying away from her curvaceous form to slap against each opposing wall.
The sultry villainess finally reached her opponent’s bare body, bending her knees to give Emiline’s breast a light swirl of her long, snakelike tongue. She did the same to the other luscious mound before rising to her full height, her eyes even with the blonde’s even as Emiline’s long superhero body dangled an inch above the floor.
Jeff, pinned beneath his fiancé’s curvaceous form, felt his own body responding a third time to the evil vixen’s sensual games. He didn’t want it to, but his physical need was beyond his control. Her impossibly sexy form was scant inches away, separated from his burning skin only by that of the fantasy of his youth, his precious Emiline, in her stunningly gorgeous alter-ego.
Sorceressa leaned in, her lascivious lips gliding over Emiline’s sculpted cheek. “Beg for it,” she whispered, the other woman’s nipples hardening against her chest, her breath becoming ragged gasps.
Jeff could feel Emiline’s superhuman body tighten with desire, a new tingling scent filling the air around them.
“No!” Emiline replied, her voice cracking with desperation, her vibrant hair brushing against Jeff’s lips as she turned her face away from Sorceressa’s.
Her smile only broadening, Sorceressa’s long fingers reached downward, drifting over Emiline’s taut stomach, flowing languidly to her lower abdomen. She brushed her fingertips lightly against the blonde’s moistening folds, her touch just enough to tantalize, nothing more.
“Beg for it,” she repeated, giving her scarlet lips a wicked roll of her tongue as she shifted her succulent body against Emiline’s. Her sigil was gleaming again, lighting the two women in its crimson glow.
“No!” Emiline replied a second time, her voice this time edged with breathy awe.
Jeff felt his fiancé’s luscious ass grinding against his hardening member, teasing it into iron hardness once more. God, she really was everything he’d fantasized about before falling in love with Emiline’s secret, private self.
Sorceressa smirked, bringing her lips mere millimeters from Emiline’s, her eyes boring into the heroine’s with dark intensity. Electricity crackling between the two women’s stunningly gorgeous features, the dark villainess finally broke away, descending Emiline’s body with a trail of languid kisses. Her perfect teeth nipped the blonde’s silky flesh, eliciting gasps and finally a moan as Emiline’s eyes fluttered shut.
Jeff could feel the tension in his fiancé’s struggling form, the anticipation building in her pounding blood. His own body responded, his flesh aflame with tingling fire, his senses somehow vicariously experiencing Emiline’s more-than-human pleasure. He could feel the villainess’s breath on his skin, her teeth on his chest. He wondered if it was Sorceressa’s doing or some incredibly sensuous, involuntary power of Emiline’s, this entwining of their bodies in shared passion.
Sorceressa kissed each sumptuous curve of Emiline’s stunning body, each block of muscle in her defined abs. She proceeded inexorably downward until her perfect lips touched Emiline’s quivering sex, its proprtions as idealized as the rest of her. The sultry villainess smiled softly as her tongue darted out to taste the other woman’s delicious arousal. One light, languorous touch was all it took.
She rose quickly, plunging her dripping tongue into Emiline’s open mouth, feeling more than hearing the desperate moan of ecstasy her passionate kiss induced.
“Omigod,” Emiline breathed, panting as Soreceressa released the kiss, licking her own juices from her trembling lips. No one had ever brought her to the brink so quickly!
“Beg for it.” This time, Soreceressa’s words weren’t a request. They were a command, her voice dripping with hypnotic power.
Emiline’s long lashes fluttered closed, her shoulders slumping slightly, chin dropped in resignation. “Please,” she murmured, the lone syllable bringing a laugh of victory from Sorceressa’s perfect lips.
The villainess descended a second time, even more slowly, her fingers rounding Emiline’s firm hips to approach her dripping slit. As she suckled Emiline’s lush breasts, teasing her taut nipples, her hands slipped into the sexy blonde’s steaming folds.
Emiline’s hips shifted, her abs clenching, as the sensual villainess entered her body, her manicured fingers raking the interior of her warm canal.
Jeff couldn’t believe what was happening, his mind exploding with carnal pleasure, feeling everything that Emiline felt as if it were happening to him. So consuming was the ecstasy, so powerful the rapture that his only-human body could scarcely withstand it. His muscles drew tight with need, his mouth panting in time with Emiline’s own, his moans in perfect synchronization with hers.
Sorceressa continued to massage Emiline’s clit with one hand, her interior with the other, her lips and tongue making the long journey down the breathtaking swells and valleys of the superheroine’s luscious form.
When she finally reached Emiline’s sex a second time with her sucking lips, she withdrew her probing fingers, planting the voluptuous wells of her mouth against the lower end of the superheroine’s moistened entrance. In one powerful thrust, she jammed her tongue between the blonde’s folds, feeling the two bodies against the wall tense with the electric touch. Not releasing, but increasing the pressure, she dragged upward, grinding her lower teeth against Emiline’s entrance even as she sucked with her lips and thrust inward and upward with her wriggling tongue. Her tongue slammed against the blonde’s erect clit, her teeth snapping down all around it as she gave her neck a circular twist.
Emiline screamed, her voice accompanied by the deep baritone of Jeff’s shared lust, as her body clenched, her fingers burying themselves into Jeff’s legs. She shook with such force that plaster began to fall from the ceiling, the brick wall to which she was bound beginning to crumble.
Sorceressa’s eyes flashed darkly as she watched the results of her handiwork. Two lovers bucking together in absolute ecstasy, screaming until their voices died. The pair lost consciousness, the villainess swallowing down the last of Emiline’s power in a flash of glowing scarlet before waving a hand to release them.
Jeff and Emiline fell from the wall in a naked, breathless heap, their breathing fast and shallow. The sultry brunette gave a lilting laugh at such a cute, pitiful, and now powerless couple Then she strode purposefully out the door. She had one last hero to conquer.
Then the city would finally be hers.
Comments
Glaazius
I feel exactly the same way! The only difference is that I'm ALWAYS happy if the villain wins. (If the villain is a hot girl, that is 😉)
HikerAngel
:)
Hawk9600
This is probably the first time where I won’t be sad at all if the villain wins. She is just such an alluring character! Happy with whatever path this takes, but great work!
