Note for my followers: I'M BACK~ I'll be resuming the regular stories next week. Just wanted to write this to warm up again.
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Okay, listen. In a moment, I'm going to tell you all about how I was standing out in the middle of a random street in Valor city, wearing a black hoodie, sunglasses, and keeping my head down like some kind of miscreant, but I want you to understand why. Okay? Give me a chance here!
I was confused.
After the... Let's call it an "event" with the Secretarian, I had touched myself to a fairly world-shattering orgasm in the comfort of my apartment while my roommate was out doing whatever. After that, I walked over to the mirror and spent a fairly high amount of time staring at my reflection, wondering if I'd really just spent god-knows-how-long touching myself while thinking of a woman who, in hindsight, had clearly done less than consensual things to me.
Was I actually that big of a perv? I couldn't be! I'm me, I'm a normal, young, beautiful, normal, ambitious, kind, and normal woman! So, I needed answers. And I needed them fast! But, the question was simple.
Who exactly could I ask about that? I wasn't about to ask Abigail, of course. Tyra either, I didn't need her to know what I was getting to in my missions, even if it wasn't my fault. I couldn't talk to any of my old friends or my family either. How exactly do you start a conversation like "hey, I was kind of sexually assaulted but it turned out I was into it, what does that mean? Oh, and this happened two times, FYI!"
Yeah, no.
So... I had no choice. You understand now, right? I was standing out in the middle of the lower class section of Valor where... A certain someone lived.
"You look absolutely ridiculous, hero." A sultry voice behind me said and I turned around, glaring.
"TUNDRA! I'm here in secret!"
"I don't really care. If anything, it would be quite fun to see how you react to having everyone around you suddenly notice a real-life superhero is here." Tundra cackled and I clenched my fists. God, this woman is irritating. "So, did you come to take me up on my offer? I'm surprised, it's only been a few days. I thought you'd need more time to process it."
"N-NO!" I waved my hands back and forth frantically. "I'm here to talk."
"Well, that's boring." Tundra raised a brow. "What do you and I have to talk about?"
"C-Can, listen, fuck, can we go somewhere?"
"Hm. Sure."
And so, Tundra took me to her place. Yes, I am just as surprised as you are that a villain would literally take me to the place she lived at, but whatever. I needed answers, I wasn't about to make things weird by pointing that out.
Her house was pretty small, but nicer than my apartment. She gave me a bottle of cold water and pointed to a black couch where she said I could make myself at home. I took it, nodded, and she said:
"Going to get changed. Be right back."
"Okay," I replied and she left to her room. On that note, I started looking around the room. And, well, yeah. There were no huge missiles waiting to be shot at superhero headquarters, there were no katanas or spears or weapons. It was, by all accounts, a normal house.
I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed.
There were a few pictures framed on the walls. One of them had Tundra, looking a few years younger, tossing the camera a cheeky smirk while she arched her back and showed off her legs. Another one had her in a swimsuit overlooking a sunset at the beach, you know, like every other model does on Insta at some point.
There really was no denying it. Tundra was, and still is, I guess, an absolute beauty.
I really wish she were ugly or something. It would make talking to her so, so much easier. But no, as she reminded me in a moment, she was one of the hottest women I'd ever met.
The door opened, and she stepped out. And, promptly, my jaw fell to the ground. Tundra came out of her room dressed in some kind of black nightgown that showed almost 100% of her boobs. Her long, light-blue hair was down and wet (for some reason) and she was wearing thigh-high stockings.
What. The. Fuck?
"Well, let's see, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Tundra asked and I could see her doing her best to hide a smile.
"What's up with this!?" I asked.
"What could you possibly mean, dear?" Tundra asked.
"T-THIS!" I pointed at her.
"Oh?" At that point, she couldn't hold back. A grin blossomed on her face and she crawled on the couch, over to me. "Am I..." her voice was a deep whisper. "distracting you?"
"Mhm." I hummed and nodded.
She burst out laughing.
"Well, can't have that, can we? So, what did you want to talk about, dear."
"This."
"Hm?"
"This." I pointed at her.
"I don't follow."
"I... Lately, uh, I've been getting... These feelings." I stood up off the couch and paced back and forth. "Like, you know..."
"Like?"
"Horny." I blushed intensely as the word left my lips. Tundra's brows went up. "But, I don't get it, I've never really been like this."
"Huh..." Tundra said, looking away thoughtfully. "And this started with me, I assume?"
"Yeah." I crossed my arms. "I don't really understand what's happening to me."
"Well, hero, it looks like you have quite the predicament on your hands." Her expression had changed. She looked a little more serious. Of course, she still carried that flirty hint of a smirk on her face as she stood up and walked over to me. "How about we... Investigate."
"What?" Then, she got closer to me. So, I took a step back. But, she followed. She followed right up until my back was pressed against a wall. Then, she put both her hands on my shoulders. She was a little bit taller than me and slimmer. Her collarbone, her neck, her hands. They were all an elegant kind of slender.
She leaned in close and I felt my heart pounding in my ears.
"It's what we're here for, right?"
Then, she tilted my chin up and pressed her cold lips to mine. Yeah, I pretty much forgot everything at that point. She kept her hands on my shoulders, keeping me in place as her lips tugged on mine. I let out a few muffled whimpers as her tongue dragged across my bottom lips and in my surprise, I opened my mouth and she let her tongue in.
My breasts pressed against her chest as she drew even closer and turned her head to make the kiss even deeper. When she backed off, a single strand of saliva connected us and I looked up at her.
"What... Why?" I asked.
"I have a bit of a theory." Even Tundra looked out of breath. "I want to test it out. And, so far, it definitely seems plausible."
Despite the fact that I had no idea what she was talking about when she leaned in to continue the kiss I let her. Her hands roamed down to my boobs, groping them and moving on down. Then, she took a step back and dragged me with her, throwing me onto the couch. I let out a yelp and fell forward, on my knees.
As I moved to get up (and cuss her out) she placed a hand on my back, holding me in place.
"Uh... What?"
"Shhh..." She covered my lips with one frosty hand. With her other one, she slipped my pants off and my eyes widened. I could basically hear the grin on her face. "Let me help you out."
"Oh god." I thought. "What the hell is going on?"
She placed her hand on one of my butt cheeks, rubbing it and it sent shivers up my spine. Then, she took her hand off, raised it up, and brought it down hard.
"OH!" I had an "O" face as my back arched on its own due to that.
"Yeah, seems more and more likely every second," Tundra said, more to herself than to me. Then, she lifted her palm and did it again, and the burn on my ass made me grit my teeth.
"Well, I think I'm just about ready to say this theory is confirmed. But, one more thing before that. Be right back." As she moved away I was going to stand up but she kept me there. "Stay."
"Really?"
"Mhm." And she left to get something from her room. "Okay." I heard her say. "... Hm... Oh! There we go." There was some rustling and then she was walking back with... Something in her hands.
"Uh." I stared at it. "What's that?"
"It's a whip."
...
"And why are you bringing out a whip?"
