Battle for Domination: The Adventures of Konundrum and Aenigma.
Chapter 1: The Rooftop
Konundrum ducked his head and the Wrath flew right over. It wouldn't be long before it spotted them. It was blind, but it had sonar like a bat, and they say you can judge how soon you are going to die by the volulme of it's blood-curdling screech.
"EEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
"Fuck!" Konundrum shouted, his ears ringing. He wasn't sure if his powers of confusion worked on a Wrath, but his head was splitting with the effort. He judged they had about 15 minutes, maybe less.
Aenigma writhed beneath him, flat on her back, her wings singed, blood-spattered and smudged with soot, but she seemed no worse for wear. The blood he was kneeling in seemed not to be hers, or his, for that matter. He wondered if one of the others had not survived the surprise rooftop attack. The enemy seemed to have retreated, but this last Wrath appeared reluctant to concede the battle.
Blood, everywhere. Smoke stung his eyes, burned his lungs. The searing pain in his head from the mental effort of keeping the Wrath at bay. And all he could think about was ramming his rock-hard cock into her. But it had to be at the right moment. He liked to make her wait.
"Hurry," Aenigma moaned, "God, Kon, please!"
"Shut up and be still!" Kondundurm looked down at her. He had her pinned between his knees, and he was being very careful to hold her left arm as tightly as he could. Which was tight, considering his super-strength. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, but at times like this, after an intense fight, something terrible flickered under the surface of her face, like a heat shimmer on hot pavement. As a half-angel, she could radiate a blinding light that seemed to emanate straight from the heavens, but she had berserker blood running through her veins, and that power could manifest in unpredictable ways, her left arm being one of them.
Aenigma tried to reach up to him with her right hand, so he kneeled on it, grinding it into the sticky, bloody gravel. She moaned loudly, either in pain or pleasure. Or both. It was a dangerous game he played with her. As Aenigma, she gave herself fully and freely to him, with no hesitation. And pain was part of that submission. But intense pain or surprise, especially during or after the heat of battle, would release the Berserker, and that bitch gave herself to no man. Berserker would kill Konundrum just as soon as look at him.
Aenigma panted and wriggled her hips, trying to rub against him. Gambling that she wouldn't try to get away, he moved one of his legs so that he was straddling her left thigh. Aenigma immediately began grinding her crotch against his leg, and began to moan again. He tightened his grip on her left arm, pinning it to the rooftop. Broken glass bit into his knees. The pool of blood they were half lying in shimmered black in the moonlight. He thought he heard someone screaming from a distance, at the other corner of the building, but he didn't have time to care. He needed what few minutes they had to really make her beg for it.
Damn that Wrath, where was it? He searched with his mind, and felt that it wasn't near, but wasn't gone. He lowered himself over Aenigma, and made her stop rubbing on him. He wished he had something to tie her legs down with. She kept digging her heels into the gravel and pushing up against him, looking for some release. Konundrum didn't want her to have it unless he gave it to her. Her radiant face twisted with arousal, her beautiful mouth open, her silver eyes shut. He liked to take things slow with her, especially after a fight as unexpected, and as fierce as this one had been. He knew she was ramped up by the carnage she had witnessed, and caused, not 20 minutes ago. In the thick of a fight the Berserker in her awoke, and she fought in a trance, a whirling dervish of destruction and rage that was breathtaking to witness. She could blind an army with her radiance when she fought as Aenigma, but the Berserker could rip the head off a darkman with her bare hands. Killing, for her, was the most powerful aphrodisiac she knew. Even as Aenigma she could probably destroy him without really trying, but after a fight she would get on her hands and knees before him and beg him to touch her. To fuck her. Watching her fight only enhanced the rush of power he felt, knowing at the end he would be the one to completely control her, to dominate her the way no one else, friend or foe, could. And he would have her, exactly how he wanted, right here in the blood and the smoke and the dirt. If he could just ... get ... through ... her ... armored suit!
"Fuck," he muttered in frustration. She was practically indestructible, why did she have to wear a suit like this? He couldn't imagine how she got into it, but he knew how she was going to get out of it. He groped around on his belt for his short blade. It had never let him down, either in battle with The Scourge, or in battle with Aenigma's super suit. He cut through the seam at her waist and down both of her thighs. He let his strength do the rest and ripped the suit downward, exposing her abdomen, the tops of her thighs, and the sweet spot between them, her intoxicating pussy, covered lightly with a small strip of golden hair. Aenigma made a little noise in the back of her throat and he saw he had cut her, just a little, across her right hip bone. A trickle of blood ran down the curve of her pelvis and down the channel between her thigh and her cunt.
Aenigma squirmed and tried to buck her hips up towards him. "please, please please please" she whispered. "Fuck me now, Kon, please! I need you inside me ..." She was so beautiful, begging for his cock, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her face and body spattered with blood and dirt, her shining wings splayed out under her