A/N: this is my first smut segment so bear with me. I've never read much either but I'll give it my best and go from there. Thank you all for your patience, comments and criticisms. Have a great day and enjoy!
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Lucien and the sister avatars of order and chaos drank well into the night. Even though he couldn't get drunk, he found himself warming in their presence.
Holly was a firebrand. A sexual force of nature who approached flirting like it was a fight she needed to win. She'd offered to give him head in the bathroom twice since sitting down. By offering he meant unbuckling his pants and leading him by hand. The lantern ring in his pocket warmed at his display of willpower to deny such a beautiful woman.
It wasn't that she was easy. She just knew what she wanted.
And so did Lucien.
On his assumed deathbed he said he wanted power…. Freedom…. women. He wanted more than he could manage. He wanted all kinds and cultures and variations. He wanted an overabundance of women. He wanted instinct and impulse and desire.
But something about a bar bathroom didn't interest him.
Not when he knew he could have more.
Dawn rode the same wavelength. He could see it in her blue eyes. In the way she watched the pelvis region of his jeans move whenever she leaned in for another drink and put her sweet scented cleavage in his face.
She did it again, this time using her freehand to adjust her shirt by pulling it lower. He could see just the outer edges of her pink aireolas.
"Do you not like my eyes, Mr.Lamb?" She asked as she took her drink and brought it to her glossed lips. The beginning stages of drunkenness gave her cheeks a natural flush— livening her appearance.
"Do you not like my pants?" Lucien asked.
Holly stepped between them and sat on Lucien's lap, making sure to align the split of her cheeks with the rise in his pants.
Lucien groaned positively.
"My beautiful sister has a fear of snakes… a shame since that chest could swallow one whole."
"Truly….. a shame."
Dawn rolled her eyes and laughed.
Holly turned her head and whispered to him, "I've been looking to wrestle one for a while."
"Yea….. I think you'd need backup for this one."
The two looked back at Dawn. She sat up straighter and mixed her drink with the straw, feigning ignorance while smiling sweetly—
"A-alright everyone…. Bars closed." The bartender made his presence known for the first time in hours.
Lucien looked up at him from the sea of women he swam beneath.
The bartender shrank. "The drinks are on the house!" He chirped.
Dawn and Holly looked at him in shock.
"Well…. Mr. Lamb. The night is still young. Do you live far from here?"
"Worlds away it feels like sometimes."
"Then I think you should come with us! You've had so much to drink, it's not safe for you to travel alone."
"It's not safe for us either." Holly said.
"How so, Mrs I fight middleweight champions and wrestle snakes?" Lucien teased the fighter.
"Well…. Since you asked— as if you can't see…" Holly leaned over the counter, "Watch out, halfpint." She said as she moved the bartender aside and grabbed a cup to fill with water.
"What are you—" Dawn's question was answered as Holly threw the cold water at Dawn.
She gasped as her white t-shirt was soaked. Suddenly it didn't look like she had a shirt at all. Her nipples hardened at the cold and poked through the wet fabric just enough to leave little to the imagination. She was still in shock as Holly stood beside her and took off her leggings, now standing in a sports bra and underwear only.
"Look at us, Mr. Lamb." She put her hands on her wide hips.
Dawn hugged herself shyly.
"You can't expect two bombshells like us to walk all the way home in this state? Come with. Be our handsome bodyguard! We don't have a lot of money but we do have more drinks….. and more clothing to remove." She whispered the last part.
"I wouldn't have let you two walk home alone anyway. Let's go." Lucien got up and led the two women out of the bar. As if he didn't know they were superheroes.
Jason followed in the distance.
The walk to their apartment was a similar experience to the bar. The longer the went on, the more comfortable he became. The more his urges transformed fully.
There was too much bouncing. Too much to smell. Too many near kisses.
But aside from that there was differences.
Dawn stepped out of her shell and dropped the ignorant act.
Holly did the opposite. She was suddenly on the backfoot in multiple ways. He could hear it in the hammer of her heart when he moved her away from the street or grabbed her neck when she playfully disrespected him.
It didn't make sense. She was supposed to be aggression and dominance and chaos.
And Dawn was supposed to be peace and paccisfism and docile energies.
It seems he wasn't the only one due for a transformation.
They reached the apartment. A small studio loft three floors up at the edges of downtown. Cars whizzed by and city lights remained like stars fallen. It wasn't cozy or special in any way, but he wanted to get inside.
Of many things…..
They led him up the stairs and into their place.
"Excuse the mess… hehe…" Dawn stumbled in her drunkness.
"Don't worry about it." Lucien picked her up.
The room was dark— he didn't need the lights. He didn't want them. He could smell day old food on the counter and the fabric of clothes strewn across the couch along with weaponry hidden behind counters and inside bookshelves.
Dawn looked up at him, "I'm cold…. Let's shower."
Lucien carried her to the smell of hard water and soap at the back of the apartment.
"You seem to know your way already? Is there something you want to tell us?" Holly asked as she walked with him.
"Yes, I've been stalking you for weeks. I also stole a pair of your underwear." Lucien handed her the lace threads he took off the doorknob to the room at his right a few seconds prior.
Holly laughed, "Keep them. I'll give you something better in a sec."
"If we were bringing gifts, I didn't get the memo."
Holly brushed his crotch, "Yea you did."
Lucien grinned and pushed open the bathroom door.
Despite the small size of the apartment, the bathroom was on the side of lavish. It was bigger than both of their rooms with a spotless grey tile floor like storm clouds. The shower was walled in by glass with a square head that gave a wide stream. There was a seat inside built from the tile shaping and a number of cleaning products. He could smell how their scents related.
Holly was naked in a flash. She didn't have breasts like Dawn but her backside was to the point where some may have assumed she got work done. Thankfully her thighs matched.
"Don't be too long, I'm still in the mood to wrestle…." As Holly came up with her clothes in hand, she shook her backside teasingly. It moved like a struck waterbed.
"Hey— if you look too long I'll get jealous." Dawn said.
Lucien let her down, "Then give me something else to look at."
Dawn smiled as she side eyed him. Her shirt was still wet and clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin he wanted to peel off.
She seemed to read his mind and lifted her arms.
Lucien felt his heartbeat rise up into the back of his throat. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled, making sure to go slow enough that it pulled at her breasts and allowed them to fall and clap against her soft midsection.
He threw the shirt behind him.
"Damn….."
"I know. They're G-cups…." Dawn deflated.
"They're beautiful."
"Really? A lot of people comment on them being too much." Dawn squeezed them.
Lucien nearly melted. "They're just right."
Dawn yelped as Lucien yanked her closer to him by the rim of her pants and began undoing them.
Holly watched in the shower as she let the warm water soak her auburn hair.
Dawn stood naked, "Your turn."
She turned and entered the shower.
Lucien watched her go before beginning to remove his own clothing. He hesitated for a moment— old memories of his vicious scars and regretful tattoos being revealed made him nervous.
"It's a new life…. I'm a new man. I'm doing this." Lucien peeled off his clothes. All he saw was smooth bronze skin, body hair and veins over rippling muscle. That and—
"DAMN!"
He had a third leg.
They nearly stepped out of the shower and pulled him in.
It was warm inside, the fog left their skin soft and plump as their pores opened. It smelled like vanilla and honey.
Holly stood behind him, washing his back with her breasts.
Dawn stood in front of him, washing his lower area to the point of hardness. Watching her change before his very eyes was almost enough to make the night end early. But he had a mission. This was part of it.
Holly lifted Dawn's chin from behind him.
Lucien took the opprotunity and kissed her. Her lipgloss was sweet. Her spit was sweeter as it spilled off her tongue and mixed with his own. She was gentle— moaning and quivering as he put a hand at her low back and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers felt so small against his traps. She felt so small— and weak.
Her legs gave out.
He caught her and lifted her up. As if she expected the movement, she wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping for air as she rested a head on his shoulder.
"Whew….. that was….."
"Mhm…" Lucien kissed her neck. He could feel her drip down his leg.
He gave her a break and turned to Holly.
"Don't think I'll be the sa—"
"Shut-up." Lucien grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in for a kiss as he carried Dawn.
She wasn't the same.
She was worse.
She climaxed after a minute of kissing but the fight in her kept her standing even as her skin flushed and the shakes took hold of her.
"Keep fighting." Lucien whispered to her as he turned her around.
Her ass jiggled as she adjusted her feet and leaned against the shower wall.
Beads of water ran down her toned back and butt crack, making everything between and below shine as he spread her open.
He used his freehand and rubbed her hotspot until his finger was soaked as she was moaning for the real thing.
"Grab it if you want it." Lucien said before turning to Dawn and kissing her.
Holly reached behind and grabbed him in all his veiny thickness. "I-I can….. I can do that... I-I'm not scared."
Lucien came up from kissing Dawn, attention grabbed fully as Holly weakly tried to make him enter her.
She whimpered and struggled, nearly climaxing again as she rubbed the head against herself.
"What the….. you're supposed to be aggressive and dominant and the opposite of Dawn. Not worse!?" Lucien thought before Dawn leaned in.
"Holly's all talk. She's a virgin."
Lucien's eyes glowed and his claws extended.
"I'm deflowering a superhero…."
The final changes were set. He suddenly understood why she didn't make senses— her actions didn't add up.
She was a sub. Aggressively so.
Lucien smacked her hand away. "Move."
Holly shivered.
"You ready?"
She backed it up against him, giving him a teasingly impromptu assjob.
"I'll take that as a yes." Lucien watched her back away. The moment he had enough space, he readjusted himself and slid inside her.
Only halfway, though. Warm-ups were neccesary.
Holly gasped.
Lucien grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. Her contractions were mindnumbing. How a woman so large could be so tight made no sense. She was cutting off his circulation in a sea of fleshy warmth and muscle spasms.
He started slow, leading her along as he watched her ass bounce against his lower abs. Slowly they worked up a rhytym. The claps were so loud a shower was useless to hide the sounds of sex.
He wanted more.
This wasn't his dream realized. This wasn't what he slaughtered his childhood heroes for and hunted down occult amateurs.
He put his hand under Dawn's backside and lifted her crotch to his face. She yelped and grabbed the top of the shower wall as he put her nether regions to his lips and ate away.
Almost immediately she put her hands on his head and rode away, grinding and twisting to make his tongue move around her in the way she desired.
At the same time, he kept his other hand wrapped in Holly's hair while he hammered away. Everytime her moans reached a point of climax, he slowed and gave her heavy full strokes to tap her cervix and leave her incapable of human language.
"This is it!... this is what the fuck I'm talking about." Lucien raged with passion as he had his way.
They were in the shower for forty minutes. Until their fingers pruned and the paint threatened to peel off the walls from all the steam.
Sure, Dawn and Holly had no stamina. But by the end of it neither did he. He hadn't had sex in over a decade.
He finished in Holly twice. He couldn't help it.
And Dawn's breasts got a white paint job completely by accident.
By the end of it, the two avatars were exhausted. He kissed them as he cleaned them off, returning the favor before carrying them out of the shower and into Dawn's room where he laid them both down and gave them massages.
He didn't get tired so it only seemed fair to offer some aftercare.
He finished with Dawn, saving her for last since she was the first to find him.
As he rubbed coconut oil on her breasts, she began to glow. Her nose extended and her brows curved, giving her an avian appearance. She grew more lanky— graceful, and her nails curled into claws.
She looked like an animal goddess.
Beside her, Holly did the same.
It was only then that realized, he too had transformed.
"Interesting…" Lucien got up and headed to the livingroom.
They were too stimulating. Their smells and shapes and sounds as they slept.
He cleaned the livingroom and slept on the couch, trying to ignore how he could hear the apartment below's tv ranting about dead bodies on the east side found absent of blood.