#167 Waking Up in the Morning, Wondering About Last Night
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Kyung! Kyaaah...! Kyaaang~!"
"Kuh! She's squirting again!"
"Kyaaah...!"
With Cheetgirl's alluring legs slung over my shoulders, I pistoned into her like a madman before unleashing a torrent of cum deep into her pussy. Drained from the beastly fuck, she twitched feebly, her body quivering powerlessly.
"Haa... You like that, you animal bitch?"
"Kyarrung..."
"Open your mouth."
"Kyak?!"
I grabbed Cheetgirl's face and forced a kiss on her. When I shoved my tongue inside, the startled Cheetgirl bit down—but it didn't hurt. Pain resistance for the win! Though her teeth clamped on my tongue, keeping it from going deeper.
"Don't bite, you animal bitch."
"Kyarrur-!"
I jammed my fingers into her mouth, prying her jaws apart to plunder her depths. The scent of the meatballs we'd eaten earlier wafted strongly.
"Thirsty? Here, drink up."
"Puh! Karruk!"
After licking every nook and cranny of her palate, I gathered my saliva and let it drip into her. Cheetgirl gulped it down eagerly.
"Damn, I really am a pervert."
But I couldn't help it. Feeding her my spit made her feel like mine in some primal way. It scratched a different itch than creampieing her, fueling my possessiveness—so I always made my women swallow my saliva during sex.
"Alright, let's keep going."
I slid her legs off my shoulders, gripped her perfectly flared hips, and rocked my waist. Then I stroked her taut eleven-pack abs.
"Kya, kyarrung! Kyarrurung-!"
Cheetgirl started wriggling, trying to roll away. Her violent aversion ignited the sadist in me. Like all felines, she hated belly rubs—and she'd twist away or even claw my arm whenever I tried. She had no idea how much that turned me on.
I slid my hand up to grope her tits, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger while pounding her pussy like a bitch in heat.
"Ah... she's awake."
Rachel stumbled into the living room, rubbing her eyes—visible to my clone (Mark-o) I'd left in the house.
"Uncle. Where's sis?"
"She went out for a quick walk."
"A walk?"
"Yeah. She'll be back soon."
"Hmmm... You think she's okay? What if bad guys take her..."
"Doubt it. That woman's strong as hell. Anyway, Rachel."
"Yes?"
Her immediate worry for Cheetgirl made me uneasy somehow.
"You two getting close, huh?"
"Uh... well, she acts like a cat, so..."
Blushing, Rachel trailed off with a shy grin.
"She's cute, right?"
"Hmph."
At that, my main body glanced down at Cheetgirl, impaled and immobile on my dick. Cute? More like smoking hot. I chuckled outwardly but sweated bullets inside.
This feels like a bad omen. Recruiting her might hit a snag...}
I wanted to take Cheetgirl with me, but Rachel clearly wanted her to stay too. Problem...
"Ahem. So you wanna live with her?"
"Kinda... She seems like she needs taking care of... If Mom says yes, I'd love it."
"...I see."
I got Rachel's point. Now it was my call: lust or cute Rachel?
"Tch. Take it all, then."
"Kyaaah...!"
I creampied her to soothe my regrets. No way I'd disappoint Rachel over horniness.
"Still, with Cheetgirl around, I can protect Emily and Rachel more safely."
Her flashy orange skin with black spots made blending in impossible, so she couldn't guard outside. That was for the baldies I'd assigned. But with her inside, no repeat of last time—Emily shot in her own home, Rachel kidnapped.
"Wonder if Emily'll approve, though."
If not, I'd convince her for Rachel's sake.
"...Yeah, a bedroom pitch should seal it."
I had my killer persuasion tool.
*****
As Steel Armor pondered how to sway Emily, Cheetgirl—lost in drug-like dick bliss—breathed shallowly with glazed eyes.
Twitch-! Twitch-!
Her lips quivered.
"Go...od..."
Clear words, not beastly cries, slipped from Cheetgirl's mouth.
"Persuade during sex? Or after?"
But her mumble was too faint for Steel Armor to hear.
*****
"What? Rachel, what'd you just say?"
"Um... Can't she stay with us until she's better?"
"....."
Emily, back home, stared at Rachel in disbelief, chuckling dryly. Rachel's head drooped under her gaze.
Hang in there, Rachel.
I pitied her but stayed silent. This was Rachel's trial—if she wanted Cheetgirl, she'd convince the final boss, Emily, herself.
Though I'll help later.
If she failed, I'd handle Emily in bed. My cosmic persuader had never failed.
It'd been over ten hours since I arrived at Emily's. I'd fed and played with Rachel and the human cheetah. Me! The infamous S-rank villain who made heroes quake at four letters: Steel Armor! The ultimate babysitter.
So I decided to squeeze every drop till dinner. What drop? Obvious.
*****
Cheetgirl was staying at Emily's—for now.
Her orange skin dotted black screamed superpowered freak. But Emily permitted it. A good soul like her couldn't abandon an amnesiac woman.
Someone suggested the Hero Association midway.
"They're swamped right now. You know the new drug Steam? All over the news. No bandwidth to protect her properly."
"Haa..."
Emily sighed at my words. As if I'd hand over my hard-won Cheetgirl? I'd dick her till she couldn't live without it.
"Mom, pleeease... Can't we live with sis?"
"....."
And with Rachel begging so earnestly, Emily couldn't refuse coldly. Rachel never asked for anything—house poor, she knew whining burdened Mom.
"Pleeease..."
Tears welling, her first real plea broke Emily.
"Fine. Just till her mind clears. Got it?"
"Yes! Thanks, Mom!"
Talks ended well. Bedtime: Rachel bunked with sleeping Cheetgirl (fucked to exhaustion). Emily and I naturally entered her room.
"....."
Our frequent romps numbed her; she just blushed, no protest.
We stripped seamlessly, collapsing into bed for heated kisses and fucking.
"Hmp...! Hnng...!"
"Heh heh heh. Emily, quiet down. You'll wake Rachel."
"B-but... your dick's too big... Eut!"
"Can't hold back moans 'cause my dick's huge? Love it that much?"
"Hyaaang! Yes! So good! Steel Armor's dick is the best!"
"Then I'll make you crave it forever."
"Hyuuung~! Hung! Hak! Haaah...!"
Best part of fucking at Emily's? Rachel next door—moans carried, forcing Emily to stifle her cries as I railed her. Watching her struggle hardened me more.
"N-no more... I can't..."
After four creampies, Emily surrendered. I wasn't done...
"Suck it instead, then."
"...Hap!"
Two more loads down her throat, and she finally slept.
*****
A month flew by since I planted my flag in Cheetgirl's palace.
The Hero Association—and Memory Hunter—weren't incompetent.
"Impressive. Good call linking with Memory Hunter."
After Yuna's Steam update, I marveled at his powers.
Pre-me, Steam stalled. Post-reveal of Shadow Killer? Smooth sailing—raided three factories, nabbed addicts. Hero med team even whipped up an antidote, big assist from family biz Sanctuary Corp.
A month back, I tasked Jina with analysis. Nailed it, handed data over.
Dark City needs me to function.
Steam chaos was winding down.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. But do I have to go?"
"Oho? Skipping my project success bash? Ballsy."
Jina poked my solar plexus teasingly. Her overtime project wrapped; party time. Parents (owners) expected, and son-me too.
"Fine, I'll go. But poke my dick instead next time."
"Dream on."
"Tch."
Tongue-clicking, I followed her down. Elis waited at the lobby.
"Ugh, can't even recognize you. Where's my Elis~ Gimme back~"
"Hehe, really? I still jump seeing myself sometimes."
Grinning Elis was transformed. Dynamite bod intact, face totally new via Infi Mask—Sanctuary's unreleased disguise tech. For Mom and Dad's thief life, obviously.
We laundered her ID easy; she'd dreamed of office work. Ten days as Jina's secretary now.
"Let's head out?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
I escorted my beauties to the Sanctuary Hotel bash.
Waking up in the morning, wondering about last night~
What chaos awaited today?