The air began to sizzle and snap with electricity upon a skyscraper balcony high above Gateway City. A singular sphere of light appeared and expanded, pulsing with energy, before collapsing back in on itself and leaving a man behind. He was tall and muscled, with long blond hair and a clean-shaven, square-jawed face. The man wore armor that made him seem plucked from a time long past, like a Roman soldier who had no idea his empire had crumbled centuries prior.
"Hey," a woman's voice spoke from behind, causing the man to turn towards a sliding glass door.
She was still a girl, really, only nineteen years-old and full of youthful vibrancy. Leaning against the door frame she was wearing a men's tank top and briefs, both white, which exposed her slender legs and toned arms. Long, wavy hair was tied back into a lazy ponytail.
"I used your shower and borrowed some of your clothes," Penny told him, "I hope you don't mind."
Regarding the 5'7" blonde, he quickly became overcome by how alluring she looked wearing his under-garments. Apollo dropped his spear and helmet to the balcony floor and stalked towards her. Penny helped him close the gap, pressing her body against his leather skirt and breastplate while his muscled arms curled around her. They kissed with the passion of familiar lovers, Penny pushing her tongue into Apollo's mouth and curling a bare leg around one of his.
The two had woken up from the slumber of death in different locations and hadn't seen one another since returning from Hades, earlier that morning. Penny awoke in a coffin, buried in a cemetery, while Apollo's body had been at Hercules' farm in Texas. Penny flew to Apollo's after a quick visit to her mother and had been awaiting his arrival.
"You came for me," she whispered with a heated breath against his lips, "You died for me."
"Aye," Apollo sucked on her lower lip for a moment. They kissed some more before Apollo continued, "I could not bear another day of life without thee."
Penny began unfastening and pulling at the straps of Apollo's armor; he lifted his breastplate off and let it fall to the balcony floor beside his helmet. She ripped the sleeveless tunic he was wearing beneath, tearing it off his body to reveal his hairless torso. "I can't believe you did that," she pulled his skirt of hardened leather off next, "I can't believe you went to Hades to rescue me."
"I love thee," Apollo offered as a reason for his actions.
She kissed him again, heatedly, rubbing her body against his, which encouraged Apollo to paw at her petite frame. Penny lifted to her bare tippy-toes when she felt his hands grab her cotton-covered butt, throwing her arms around Apollo's shoulders as he began sucking on the side of her neck. "I need you inside me," she whispered, tilting her head so that her long hair fell away from his attentions, "I need you to remind me what it feels like to be alive."
Apollo slid his hand beneath the elastic hem of the briefs she was wearing, the overly large underwear sliding off her legs easily. He spun her around, so Penny's back was to him, and bent her over the balcony railing. An excited gasp escaped Penny's mouth as Apollo handled her with such authority and she let him have his way. She looked down at the city below, the morning rush hour just beginning, as Apollo mounted her from behind. Arching her back, Penny pressed her bottom towards Apollo's invading cock and felt his hands slide beneath the thin cotton material of the sleeveless undershirt she was wearing and clutch at her breasts.
"Fuck me," she moaned breathlessly. Penny imagined someone in a nearby skyscraper arriving to work and glancing out their office window to see them fucking on the wide open balcony, the exhibitionist thoughts turning her on
Apollo grunted, aroused by Penny's wanton behavior, and began to swiftly hump against her. His hands groped at her breasts, their weight hanging beneath her sternum, until he felt her nipples grow taut against his rough palms. He quickly found a swift rhythm, Apollo's hips slapping audibly against her butt, and Penny simply left her weight on the brick rail and let Apollo take his pleasure.
"Fuck me," she repeated, her tone practically begging. Apollo's thrusts grew in intensity almost immediately and his hands mauled at her breasts, squeezing and clutching at them hungrily. His arms were stretching the material of the tank top she had on, despite the fact that the men's garment was already loose on her hourglass frame.
"Oh fuck," Penny's entire body shuddered with pleasure as Apollo took his own. She enjoyed being Apollo's slam-piece and grew more and more aroused the rougher he manhandled her. When Apollo let go of her breasts and took Penny by the wrists, pulling her arms straight back and behind her, she was without any leverage and helpless against his deep thrusts. "Uhn! Oh god... make me your woman," she gasped at him, "Use me, use my body... oh god, Apollo... oh fuck..."
Apollo pinned one of her arms against the small of her back. With his other hand he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her torso up, so that her back pressed against his smooth chest. Penny turned her head and pressed her lips against his jaw line until he kissed her. Their mouths remained locked as he fucked her, tongues entwined with heated passion. Orgasmic spasms echoed through Penny's entire body and her sex leaked its pleasure profusely, her fluids dripping out and wetting Apollo's scrotum and pubic hair.
"Penelope," Apollo moaned with a suddenly desperate voice. Her sexy body was writhing against him, her orgasm shuddering around his cock, and he sensed his own pending explosion.
"Are you going to cum?" she asked distractedly, nearly lost to the moment but cognizant enough to sense the arousal in Apollo's voice.
"Aye," he grunted, his thrusting hips thundering behind her.
"Do it inside me," she begged, "I'm your lioness... your seed belongs inside me... cum inside me, my lion."
Apollo growled at her words and pushed himself deeply into her sex. Penny could feel the wet heat of his orgasm spilling into her innards as Apollo's body went rigid. Only his hips moved, bucking sharply as he emptied his pleasure into her. She had to prop herself against the balcony with outstretched arms as Apollo humped his orgasm free, losing control of his super-human strength. Penny took it as only she could, as only someone as sturdy as a Greek god was able.
When it was over, Apollo withdrew from her sheath and a long bead of his semen followed. It leaked out and fell to the balcony floor between her legs. Penny reached between her thighs and caught some of it on her fingers, drawing it to her lips for a taste. She imagined the rest of his cum inside her womb, penetrating her egg, making her pregnant. The thoughts were not displeasing. Penny realized Apollo was the only man on Earth who could truly claim her. He was the only man with enough strength and power to make any dominion over her real; and when it came to lovemaking Penny had a very submissive nature. Apollo satisfied her sexual needs completely.
Penny turned to face him, letting Apollo see her lick his pleasure off her fingers. She never looked sexier to his eyes, standing in the morning sun with his tank top hanging off her slender figure; her sizable cleavage was barely contained by the stretched-out material and her blonde hair was a wild mess from their lovemaking. She was naked from the waist down and her toned thighs were still quivering with the aftermath of orgasm.
"Thy beauty is unrivaled," he told her.
Penny sat on the balcony rail and lifted a bare foot to Apollo's hip, bracing it beside his slowly softening cock. "Do you want to fuck me again?" she proposed in a sultry tone.
"I have been without my lioness far too long," Apollo said, pushing her foot out of the way and stepping between her legs, "I would have you all day."
Penny smiled and wrapped her ankles around his waist as Apollo grabbed her by the butt and lifted her into the air, "You better take me inside, lover, before a traffic copter flies by and we end up on the evening news."
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Slipping quietly into a cozy dorm room, Jordan closed the door behind her. "Thank god the dorms here are co-ed," she said, drying her long red hair with a fluffy towel; a second towel was wrapped around her tanned figure, "I really needed a shower."
Travis was seated at a desk in front of his laptop, bathed in the light of a small lamp; it was still early in the morning and the sun had barely risen. "I only see one potential problem," he said, wearing a pair of baggy cargo shorts and a tee shirt.
"I just came back from being dead," she seemed to be in an excellent mood, "Any other problems I might have are small potatoes compared to that."
"You don't have any clothes," Travis reminded her, "Except the dress you were buried in."
Jordan's face soured at the thought of again wearing something that was on her dead corpse for a month underground, "You burnt that, right?"
"I will," Travis promised with a grin, "But unless you're planning on walking around in a towel, I'll need to come up with something for you to wear."
"Don't worry about it," Jordan gestured dismissively, "When I talked to my mom she said she still has some of my stuff boxed up. She'll bring clothes by later. Until then, you'll just have to put up with my nakedness."
Travis regarded her flawless legs and scratched his temple, "Shouldn't be a problem."
Looking for some skin moisturizer in Travis' closet, Jordan spotted something that looked like a woman's bathing suit folded beneath some of his clothes. Curious, she pulled it out and held up the garment; it was a Mega-Girl costume.
Travis saw what she was looking at, "Oh, um, Penny left that here when she was staying with me. After the funeral I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it."
