*Author's note: I unfortunately neither have the time nor the motivation to finish River City Superheroine the way I envisioned. These Story Scraps are roughly edited and in approximate order, but some notes and out-of-sequence scenes are left in.*
Grace's heart was pounding. It felt good to finally take on some bad guys the old fashioned way. And it would feel best of all to wipe the smirk off the Red King's face. She clenched her glowing fists and continued sneaking down the hallway. She reached his office door at the end of the hallway. Grace took a deep breath and turned the handle.
"Not so fast," an all too familiar voice said from behind her. Grace whipped around, her eyes and hands aglow with azure energy. It was the Red King. Unarmed. Her eyes flitted across his body, muscles bulging in his collared shirt. Her gaze lingered on his bulge, thinking about the cock she pretends not to crave.
"Just who I was looking for," Grace said. She held her fists up to blast him.
He held up a hand to stop her. "Ah bup bup. While it's a little clingy you were looking for me, I'm still flattered. But we wouldn't want fighting noises to alert the rest of the compound, would we?"
Grace's face flushed. As if she was desperate. But as she thought about his words, they wormed their way into her brain, and she found herself agreeing. A large commotion was the last thing she needed. He got the jump on her. Again. She lowered her fists.
The Red King smiled. "See, I knew you could be reasonable. I won't even need to mind control you this time. Turn around and put your hands on the wall."
Grace glowered, but did what she was told. She jumped as she felt his touch on her hips.
"What are you doing?" she hissed.
His answer was not forthcoming. Both of his hands lightly moved up her back and unzipped her jacket.
"Checking you for weapons," he finally replied. "Now stay quiet lest you raise the alarm."
His hands found their way under her tank top, gently fondling Grace's perky tits. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as his rough hands squeezed her soft breasts. She tried hard not to moan. He withdrew his hands and started caressing her ass and inner thighs. God, she wanted him to fuck her so badly, but she had to keep her composure. He'd gotten the better of her too many times.
She felt him pull down her leggings and expose her firm ass. He continued to rub around her pussy. No doubt he could feel her pussy dripping. Her body was filled with lustful yearning.
She couldn't take it anymore. "Please," she whispered.
"'Please,' what hero?"
She turned and looked him in the eyes. "Please fuck me! I want your cock, daddy."
He smirked. "Eyes forward."
She faced the wall again, eyes closed, and waited. She felt his warm tip poking at her pussy. Then slowly, agonizingly slowly, push the rest of his thick cock inside her. Grace sighed in satisfaction as he bottomed out.
"Thank you," she whispered
"Shh!" he replied. He covered her mouth with one hand and started thrusting in and out slowly.
"Mmh!" Grace moaned into his hand. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as his shaft slowly, agonizingly slowly, moved inside her. Grace felt the slow build of her pleasure and felt his thick cock stretch her yearning pussy wide. The Red King stuck a finger in Grace's mouth, and she eagerly sucked on it.
"Mmh," she moaned softly. She was relishing every inch of his cock.
"You can be such a good girl when you want, Grace," he said to her.
"Mmhm," she moaned in affirmation. Her eyes were closed in aching pleasure; she never wanted this slow fuck to end. Her legs quivered as a gentle orgasm took her. She sighed in pleasure.
He stroked her cheek gently. "Good girl. I bet my cock makes you feel so good."
Grace nodded. He started to pick up the pace.
"I bet you want me to fuck you harder. Tell me what you really want."
Grace gulped. She knew she shouldn't, but she wanted his cock, needed his cock.
"Fuck me hard like the slut I am, daddy," Grace whispered.
The Red King smirked. "That's a good girl."
He pulled her hair, causing Grace to gasp in pleasure, and started fucking her. Hard.
"Aah --mmh!" Grace bit her lip, trying to stay quiet
Smack! Grace yelped when she felt him slap her ass loudly.
"What are you - ah!" Another smack, another yelp. "You doing? What about - ouch! What about the security!"
He smirked. "You better hope I finish before they get here!" He smacked her ass even louder.
"Aah!" Grace yelled in pleasure from the pain. "You - you basta - aah!"
Her head tilted back from his hair pulling, Grace screamed in pleasure. She thrust her hips into him, wanting to take more of him and fuck him faster. It was humiliating enough how much she let him fuck her, but if she got found out...
"You really want my cock, slut," the Red King said.
Grace could only moan and scream in response. She felt her pussy tighten.
"Oh, god I'm so close! Please don't stop!" Grace screamed. She was so desperately close to the edge; all she could think about was cumming on his thick cock. In and out he pounded her, and she knew she was right at the edge. The Red King slapped her ass again. It sent her over.
"Oh, yees!" Grace's whole body shook as the orgasm coursed through her. "Yes, daddy! Yes, daddy! Yes!"
Grace collapsed, no longer able to hold herself up.
"Get up, slut," the Red King said. "Finish me in your mouth."
Grace obediently knelt up and stroked his cock. She sucked his tip with as much strength as she could muster, she felt him stiffen.
"I'm cumming," he groaned. Grace moaned as she felt him spurt shot after shot of his heavy load in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed as much as she could, a small rivulet flowing down her chin.
Crap. She heard footsteps approaching. Double crap. Gracer hurriedly pulled her pants and jacket back on. There was nowhere to hide. Grace put her hands up, ready to fight.
A woman came around the corner. "Grace?"
Grace blinked. "Eden?"
"What are you doing here? And what's on your face?"
"Nothing!" Grace wiped the cum off her face. "I'm, uh,... looking for you!"
Eden frowned. "Looking for me? Why? You could blow my cover!"
