This is an ongoing superhero story. It's a plot with porn story, so while there will be plenty of sex, it's going to have an ongoing story to it as well.
Enjoy
Lilith
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In local news, Lazer Dancer has once more defeated the British supervillain, Moggy, at the Port Royal Museum. The feline villain is believed to have been attempting to steal the pre-human jewellery, Star of the Sea, which is currently on display. Thanks to Lazer's quick work the museum and the display were undamaged and the museum will be open to the public tomorrow.
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Mike listened to the news with half an ear. He wasn't a cape watcher, so the local heroes and villains didn't interest him as long as they didn't slow traffic or got too close. At the moment he was at his new home, so the traffic wasn't a problem. And if some hero and villain slammed into his place, he wouldn't complain. The heroes insurance would let him buy a place that wasn't about to fall down. With a grunt he pulled down the last of the rotten plaster and lath that had to be over a century old, in a cloud of dust.
Stepping back he wiped his brow wishing it was cooler. The face mask and goggles made the heat worse, but he'd rather not breathe in all the crap that was filling the air from his renovations. The room would soon be a nice living room, once he got rid of the walls that were older than his grandparents, and had gotten soaked at one point. The floor needed a good sanding, he didn't dare step on the rough splintered wood without shoes or sandals. The lights could stay for another year or two, probably. Then painting the walls and staining the floor, and he'd be able to start on the kitchen, or the bedroom, or the guest room, maybe the bathroom, or the hallway.
"Fuck my life," he muttered, thinking of all the work he'd have to do. Why had he thought this was a good idea?
Going back to the wall, he looked into the opening to see if there were any surprises like exposed wires, left over plumbing that hadn't been removed, or mummified rats. He'd found all that stuff in the house, which possibly as old as the city.
Fortunately none of that was in there. Instead there was a dusty, cobweb covered, wooden box. "Huh, what are you holding?" he asked it. Maybe there'd be some antique coins or something, he deserved to have some good luck. Picking it up he used his gloves to wipe away some of the dust before opening it up. His eyes went wide at the sight.
Inside was a small book, but that wasn't the important thing. Underneath it was a crystal ball that glowed a very faint neon pink. "Whoa! What are you?"
Slowly and carefully Mike took the box to the table, and making sure not to touch the crystal took out the book. Since kindergarten he'd been repeatedly told that when dealing with weird things to not mess with it if at all possible. You never knew what might suck out your soul, infect you with an alien parasite, teleport you to another dimension, turn your insides out, or lock you into a contract with a demon or fae. Once it was safely put down, he looked at the clock, it was half past eight, almost sundown.
What he should do was call the Canadian Heroes Agency and let them know he had this. Once they made sure he hadn't stolen it from someone, they'd give him at least ten or twenty grand for handing it over. The government didn't want random artifacts and machines running around that might blow up, or release a dragon, or raise an army of zombies, the world had enough of those already, so everyone knew to call in when they found something that wasn't normal by regular human standards.
Yawning, his stomach growled with hunger. He'd been so busy fixing his place up he'd forgotten to eat supper. Looking at the glowing crystal again, he really should call it in, but it would take a while for them to come pick it up, then he'd need to give a statement and show them where he found it, and sign a lot of papers. All he wanted was food and bed.
"It's not like anyone knows it's here," he told himself. "I'll call it in tomorrow morning."
Taking off his gloves, mask and goggles, he went to the fridge to get a beer. Not good beer, just the cheapest stuff he could get at the store. A frozen dinner went into the microwave. Walking back over to the crystal ball, he opened the beer and cursed as it foamed up, falling onto the smooth, pink surface.
He pulled his hand and the bottle away, watching the glowing ball to see if it reacted at all, ready to run if it so much as flickered. It didn't do anything, just kept the faint pink glow. Breathing a sigh of relief he wondered what the thing could do. If it was really dangerous or useful, he could get even more money from the government as a reward. The book it came with would probably explain some things.
Going back to the kitchen to get his dinner, he carried out the tray of edible material that could mistakenly be called food to the table and took a seat. With the setting sun hitting the crystal it actually looked really pretty. The pink light in the center of it had taken a deeper colour and the crystal acted like a prism.
Opening the old book up, he started reading.
Beware and useth this bewitching stone most carefully.
At which hour the travelling lamp sets keepeth t hence from the lighteth.
