Amaranthine

The rest of the day passed doing the kind of hero work Cait had imagined as a kid. Crowd control on monsters. Saving people from destroyed buildings. Just generally being a beacon of hope in a pretty rough time for the city.

It felt good, to be honest. She’d gotten a taste of it during her first month or so at AEGIS, but then… things had just gone so crazy so fast with the Bookkeeper, and after that Dawn’s Arbor had made people like her a little redundant.

Once someone’s cell phone footage of B-Man using me to splatter their dad’s silvered head all over the street hits the net, we might be dealing with another PR nightmare, but…. Well, we didn’t know it wasn’t permanent.

Either way, she was glad she wasn’t Kennedy right now. After Powershell was dealt with, Cait’s girlfriend had fallen back into the role of her mother’s de-facto representative in the city, and the diplomatic situation was not one that was going to be easy to navigate. The Council had pretty royally fucked up, letting themselves not only be infiltrated at the highest level, but having it be done through technological means, their own stated area of specialty.

That, however, wasn’t Cait’s problem. Half an hour ago, she’d shattered the last stone keeping a family trapped in the rubble of an apartment building, and been told there weren’t any more emergencies that couldn’t be handled by more mundane authorities. For once, she felt like she needed the break.

Cait was exhausted in the only way she still could be, and shifting more ruined masonry to find nothing but broken bodies would let the world see a superhero cry.

So, she’d retreated back to their lodging in The Council Column, and let hot water wash grime off invulnerable skin. Now, she stared into the mirror, towel draped over broad shoulders, mind empty in the loud way it only ever was after a hard day.

Before she could, the door slid open.

“Hey K-“ Cait started, before her mind caught up with her mouth and she realized she’d nearly made a costly mistake. “-Qi!”

Her form had reverted back to scaly woman rather than mini-godzilla, and as she walked to the bed, her scales retreated further. Soon, they were enhancing her body's naked beauty, rather than covering it. She moved like a predator, and for one of very few times in her life, Cait felt like prey.

She reached Cait, standing close enough the heat under her skin felt like it invaded Cait’s own. A strong claw caught her chin, dragging her gaze from Qi’s chest to the ruby red of her eyes, and a smile that was all hunger.

“It gets worse, when I go that far into dragon, you know,” Qi said, her voice an odd mix of threat, accusation, and need. Her talon closed tight around Cait’s throat, and Cait grabbed her forearm in surprise as Qi lifted her like a doll, serpentine tongue forcing her mouth open into a rough kiss, spiced with literal fire as Cait’s breath mixed with the furnace spilling out of Qi.

The dragon smirked down at Cait’s shellshocked, but not displeased, expression, then tossed her onto the bed like she was a children’s toy, not 800 lbs of adult woman. Cait caught herself, propping up on her hands, only to have Qi grab them out from under her, twisting to pin them above her head.

She rested like that for a moment, eyes devouring Cait, tracing every line of her face, every curve of smooth muscle, and the soldier between Cait’s legs that was far more into this than Cait had expected.

“Could’ve picked a lot worse to imprint on, I suppose,” Qi purred, then pushed Cait’s head back into the pillow with a kiss so deep it probably counted as oral sex.

Her soft, serpentine tongue explored every inch of Cait’s mouth, then pushed deeper, giving Cait her first experience of her gag reflex being triggered in a sexual context. Her eyes shot from closed to wide, and found Qi’s still shut tight, lost in the kiss that was becoming a very new experience for Cait.

Cait’s mind rebelled against it, but something within her, be it instinct, adrenaline, or a new found fetish, responded to the helplessness. To Qi’s overwhelming strength, and her inexorable need for Cait. And so, instead of using nano-tech and superpowers to turn the situation into the kind of dynamic Cait was more familiar with, she returned the kiss, as best she could.

For her, that more or less meant just lying there. Lira probably could have given Qi’s tongue an intentional and expert massage with her throat muscles, but Cait was a virgin, as far as submission went. She did remember how Lira’s throat felt when she moaned around her though, so when Qi’s pussy, hot and wet as the heart of the Amazon, pressed against the topside of her cock, she let herself vocalize how good that felt.

Qi growled her approval, starting to shift her hips to slide her lips along Cait’s shaft, slow at first, but quickly building to a speed that caused loud, wet slaps every time their hips met. Cait throbbed, wanting nothing more than to just be inside that heat, rather than right on its edge. But for once, that wasn’t her choice… and while it might not be her new normal, for tonight, that felt good.

She was lucky, in that it seemed like Qi wanted exactly the same thing. Qi finally broke their kiss, a process that took a few seconds as it seemed like she had to pull her tongue all the way out of Cait’s stomach, and grinned down at her, everything about that smile, from the sharp eyes, to the huge teeth, and an unshakable confidence, declaring her to be an apex predator.

“So rare I get you all too myself,” she breathed, words chased out by licks of flame. “So rare the world is as it should be.”

Without ceremony, she dropped her weight onto Cait’s cock, and after the tease, it felt so good that Cait’s vision pinked out for a moment, and she gasped out the kind of girly ‘ah!’ she never let herself make.

Qi fucked her roughly, without rhythm, without skill, but with plenty of need. Cait had no illusions that any other man or woman on earth could come out of this without a pelvis turned to dust and memories. In fact, the bed itself must be some kind of technological marvel to be handling some cowgirl dick riding that would measure on the Richter scale.

She just kept going, and Cait felt her own climax being coaxed up from her balls, completely unable to use any of her tricks of timing or pace to stave it off. When she opened her mouth to say something, Qi simply gathered her wrists in one hand, and shoved the talons of her other into her mouth.

It was as clear a message as Cait had ever received, that her opinions on what was happening were simply not a concern. Qi's talons pressed on her tongue, and she liked the way they tickled.

She felt Qi’s pussy clench and pulse around her as the Dragon’s breath grew fast and rough, which Cait’s would match if she weren’t choking on Qi’s fingers. She felt tears at the edges of her eyes, a purely physiological reaction, because this felt good, the dominant smirk on Qi’s face as she held back her own orgasm for just a moment longer flipping some kind of switch in Cait’s brain.

Qi hilted herself on Cait once more, then threw her head back, bed creaking as she let her weight settle, grinding, trying to push Cait even deeper. There, in her deepest core, Cait released. Again, the pathetic mewling sounds she let out were the kind of thing she was used to hearing, not making. Qi’s pussy spasmed and clenched, milking all of its prize out of Cait before she let out the kind of satisfied sigh a cat makes after a long day of doing nothing.

A tension left Qi, but she didn’t roll off. Instead, lust spent, she stretched her legs out, and let her head fall forward above Cait’s shoulder. In under a minute, Cait felt her grip loosen on her wrists as she fell asleep. While part of her immediately missed the security of that grasp, most of her was happy to be free. She moved one hand down to the small of Qi’s back, and laced the other into her hair, thinking that it had been days since she’d last slept. It’d be nice to join her.

At least she’s warm, Cait thought, as the heavy weight of Qi’s body and soft rhythm of her breathing lulled her into sleep as well.