Allison walked down the corridor, her body tired from workout session at the Fortress' gym, her mind drifted to thoughts of Mark, she missed him so much, she longed for his comforting touch. She rounded a corner, her eyes fixed on the ground, and promptly collided with someone.
The impact sent her stumbling back, and she found herself pinned against the wall by none other than Bullseye. His muscular frame loomed over her.
"Whoa there, Nightshade. You're looking more fiery than ever." His voice was smooth and playful. "Working on that right hook, huh?"
Allison's skin was flushed, both from the exercise and the unexpected proximity to Bullseye. She straightened up, regaining her composure. "Sorry, I was lost in thought. Are you okay?"
"Better than okay." Bullseye's eyes sparkled with intent. "In fact, I was hoping to run into you. Been thinking about our little chat in the cafeteria."
Allison's heart quickened, her mind flashing back to Bullseye's indecent proposal. "Oh?" she said, shyly.
Bullseye leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Thought maybe you could use a little more persuading."
His hand lingered on the wall next to her head, effectively trapping her in place. Allison felt a rush of conflicting emotions—excitement, nervousness, and a tinge of guilt. She thought of Mark and his unwavering loyalty. But Bullseye's proposition was enticing, how would having sex with another super feel?
"I—I'm flattered, Bullseye, but I—" Allison stumbled over her words.
"You what?" He raised an eyebrow, his confidence unshakeable. "You haven't been able to get me out of your head, have you?"
Allison bit her lip, her eyes darting away. "It's complicated."
"It doesn't have to be." He reached out, gently lifting her chin with his finger. "One night, no strings attached. Just two sidekicks exploring their powers and desires. No one needs to know."
Bullseye moved closer, his body pressing against Allison's. She felt his strong body against hers, his hardness against her side. Surely it could be his cock, it was way bigger than reasonable. His lips inched closer, their breath mingling, their eyes locked. Then, in an abrupt intrusion of reality, the moment was shattered.
"Is there a problem here?" A growl. It was Full Moon, less intimidating in his human form but still ferocious.
Bullseye looked over to the interloper who so annoyingly cock-blocked him. "Beat it, kid."
"I'm no kid." Full Moon bones started to crack, a precursor to his transformation.
Allison tried to think of a way to defuse the situation. This would not be a good look for any of them. Fortunately, circumstance fixed the situation for her. A group of new sidekicks were being lead down the hallway by Slick Tracy, no doubt getting a tour of the Fortress.
Bullseye stepped back and sighed. "You know where to find me gorgeous." He took off.
"Thank you Full Moon." Allison may have found herself slipping up if Full Moon hadn't been walking past when he did.
"Call me Jake. Leave Full Moon for when I am transformed." Jake turned to leave in the opposite way to Bullseye.
"Thank you, Jake." Allison thanked him again using his preferred name.
"Nightshade." Jake stopped, still looking away from her. "I may be a wolf, but that guy is the real predator." Jake continued walking.
'That was cool as hell.' Allison thought to herself as Jake turned out of sight.
Allison returned to her room, her heart a cocktail of emotions. Flopping down on her bed, she let out a sigh, her hands roaming over her body, tracing the contours of her suit. She wished Mark were there to hold her, to reassure her that everything would be alright. But he was back home, and she was alone in her quarters at the Fortress of Justice.
Her fingers danced over the sensitive peaks of her breasts Allison bit her lip, as she imagined Mark's hands in place of her own, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. With a murmur of his name, she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her skirt, seeking relief from the pent-up tension that had been building throughout the day.
As her fingers found their mark, she imagined Mark's mouth on her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. But even as she neared the brink of release, the image of Bullseye kept invading her thoughts. His forwardness, the way he'd pressed her against the wall, his hardness against her.
With a frustrated growl, Allison sat up, her suit feeling suddenly constrictive. She yearned for Mark's touch, but the memory of Bullseye's bold proposition kept intruding. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of him, especially not like this, but her body betrayed her, responding to the forbidden thoughts.
Allison's hand moved faster as her mind wrestled with conflicting desires. In her mind, Mark and Bullseye blurred together, their features mixing in a haze of passion. She moaned, her back arching as pleasure washed over her. In that moment, she couldn't deny the thrill of temptation, even as she called out for Mark, her body was screaming Bullseye's name.
As Allison rode the waves of her orgasm, her vision blurred, and she saw Mark's face, but it morphed into Bullseye's. Then, surprisingly, Bullseye's face shifted into Jake's. Allison sat up abruptly, her breath coming in short gasps. 'What the hell?' she thought, trying to make sense of the intrusion of Jake into her fantasy. She recalled his stoic demeanour and the way he'd defended her against Bullseye's advances. There was something undeniably attractive about his quiet strength and the air of mystery that surrounded him.
Her curiosity piqued, Allison considered the possibilities. What would it be like to get to know Jake better? She envisioned them sparring again, their bodies moving in sync as they pushed each other to their limits. The idea of Jake transforming into his werewolf form sent a shiver down her spine. How would it feel to be pinned down by his beastly self, to feel the full force of his enhanced strength?
And so, with her mind filled with the enigmatic Jake, she surrendered to her desires once more. Her fingers danced over her body with newfound urgency, her breathing quickening as she imagined Jake's strong hands on her. In her fantasy, he was no longer the stoic and reserved sidekick, but a passionate lover, his animal instincts unleashed. As her own fingers plunged deep, she envisioned his claws gently raking over her skin, sending shivers of delight through her.
Allison's moans filled the room, her body arching in pleasure. Her mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and desires. Mark, Bullseye, and now Jake—all battling for dominance in her thoughts. But as her release washed over her, it was Jake's face that remained fixed in her mind, his intense gaze locking with hers as she cried out in ecstasy.
'Something is seriously wrong with me.' Allison thought as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.