Death Makes Me Stronger, page 27
“Glad that I can help your personal vendetta,” I shook my head and leaned back in my chair.
“Good,” Briar said and then clapped her hands together. “Speaking of which, we should get to filming that video.”
The gothic woman flipped her long blonde hair, pulled out a cellphone, and aimed the camera right at me.
“Let me get my costume on first,” I said and held up my hands.
“That might take another few days,” Anora said. “The Designer is currently working on it. And I’m fairly certain that he’s going to charge you the entire amount of your first paycheck from the Hero Society out of spite since he just made you that outfit, and then it was torn to shreds in less than a day.”
“Did you tell him that I literally stopped a grenade with my body?” I asked.
“I don’t think he cares,” the other superhero smirked. “You’ll have to apologize profusely during the fitting. That, or bring him a bribe like the rest of us do.”
I shook my head at the idea of being penalized for saving people, but the poor guy had spent hours designing my costume. Of course, if he’d made it more durable, then it wouldn’t have torn to shreds so easily. I’d have to bring him a thank you basket just as a present for remaking it, and because something told me that we’d be seeing a lot of each other, so it was better to be on his good side.
The Designer had said that he liked a challenge, and I’d definitely given him one. I’d already survived a full-blown supervillain, and there was no telling what the Hero Society would throw my way now that they knew that I could take on a psy-villain. The Designer would need to make a suit that could handle every super in the city, and maybe some outside of it, too.
“I’m not going to bribe him,” I said and shook my head. “He’s doing his job. But I will thank him. And I’ll bring us something to snack on during the next fitting while we talk about what upgrades that he’s going to do. At no extra cost since my first costume went to shreds after the first attack.”
“I think he’ll respect that,” Golden Weaver nodded with approval and then finished her dinner. “I’m going out for the night. The drug unit is working on bringing down a huge ring that’s been bringing that super serum into the city.”
“I think we ran into a guy that was on that,” I said and thought about the first guy that shot me. “It didn’t last long, but the guy was crazy strong for a few seconds. I’d be glad to help in any way that I can.”
“I’ve already texted you The Designer’s number,” the other superhero said. “You can join the investigation the second that your new costume is ready. I could definitely use the help, especially from someone who is indestructible. We want to take the ring down in the next week, and it might turn deadly if any of the suspects use the super serum.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said and looked around for my phone.
I spotted it on the kitchen counter where it was charging next to my laptop. There were several messages from my parents about why I hadn’t called them all week, and the one from Anora with The Designer’s number. I turned to thank the spider-like woman, but she was already gone, and I grinned as I texted the man in charge of my costume.
He responded immediately with a rant about how I should’ve warned him that I was crazy and reckless, followed by a long message about all of the improvements that he’d already made. I’d have to go into the Hero Society in the morning for a fitting, and The Designer promised that the upgrades would be free of charge for his new favorite hero. Apparently, anyone who could take down a psy-super was considered elite in the man’s eyes, and I wasn’t about to argue with any perks that he wanted to give me.
“Everything good?” Raven asked as she joined me in the kitchen.
“Yeah,” I grinned. “I have a fitting in the morning. I should probably get that report written for the Hero Society.”
Another text came in from Golden Weaver as if she was still in the apartment and could hear the conversation. It was for a link to the notes that she’d already turned in, along with an empty form, and instructions on who to send them to. Anora really was the best mentor, and I’d gotten lucky that we met and that she’d taken me under her wing.
“Let’s have a movie night!” Briar announced and clapped her hands together.
The vampire-like woman rushed into the living room, snatched up the laptop, and plugged it into an HDMI cable attached to Raven’s massive television. It only took Briar a minute to pull up my new social media account while Paul ran around the counter to throw popcorn into the microwave. The couple was clearly ready to review every single detail of my last fight, and I grinned as Raven handed me a notebook of my own.
It had a sticker with the symbol that The Designer had made for the back of my costume, and my hero name was emblazoned across the top like it was official merchandise. There was also a sticker for Golden Weaver, and a few different death gods from around the world were drawn in what looked like colored pencils.
“It’s for notes on your attacks,” my girlfriend said. “I thought that you could write down any weaknesses, strengths, or improvements that you want to make.”
“It’s perfect,” I said and tipped her chin up for a kiss.
I grabbed my laptop and followed everyone into the living room, sat on the floor, and leaned back against the couch. Raven sat with her legs on either side of me while Paul and Briar cuddled up on another cushion and stretched out. I booted up the computer, brought up the notes that Golden Weaver sent me, and then watched the fight between me and Pscythe.
It was a lot more epic than it had felt when I’d been in the middle of it, and I was proud at how limber I’d become after only a few yoga sessions with Anora. The first video included commentary from the guy who’d filmed it, and a woman shouted in surprise when I took the direct hit from the grenade. The comments on the side were all in my favor as everyone marveled at the new superhero in town that could give Admiral Freedom a run for his money.
The notes went unnoticed for another hour as Briar showed me every video of the fight with a surprising amount of angles. It was like there had been cameras everywhere, though it was artist alley, so there probably were, and that had worked in my favor. The entire city seemed to think that I was the next big thing, and my heart felt like it would burst with pride.
In just around two weeks I’d died five times, come back to life, and become immune to another type of death. I could breathe underwater, redirect electricity, was immune to venoms and toxins, and even stand in the middle of Inferno’s fire without any effect, although we hadn’t tested that last one directly, but the bunsen burner had been just as hot, and I hadn’t felt a thing.
“Alright,” Paul said around a yawn. “I think it’s time for us to head out.”
“It is really late,” Briar agreed and pried herself from the couch. “But those videos were amazing. I’ll let you know if I find anything else.”
“Awesome,” I said and walked the couple toward the door. “See you guys later.”
I shook my head at how lovey-dovey they were as the door shut, turned, and then grinned as I saw Raven right behind me. The beautiful goth girl had a smirk as she pulled me down to kiss her, and I didn’t need another invitation. I scooped up the petite woman, walked across the room, and laid her down on the bed.
“I’m glad that you came back,” she said in a breathless tone as I started to kiss her neck. “I was really starting to-to worry.”
A moan escaped her lips as I lifted her shirt and took her bare nipple in my mouth. I teased the taut peak for a few seconds and then tugged my girlfriend’s pants off. Then she scooted further up on the bed and watched hungrily as I quickly stripped.
“I’m glad that I came back, too,” I said and crawled over her.
I dipped my head to run my tongue along the inside of her thigh and then continued up to kiss her again. Her mouth tasted like popcorn and wine, and I groaned as the goth woman wrapped her legs around my waist.
“You are so wet.” I shifted to slip my fingers inside of her and massage her sensitive nub.
“Oh, John,” she gasped as shivers started to race through her body. “Oh, yes, right-right there.”
Raven arched against me as I nibbled the side of her neck. Her fingernails traced up my back and then gripped my shoulders as an orgasm pulsed through her.
“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear. “You came so fast for me.”
“I want more,” she demanded as she reached down to guide me inside of her. “I want you to fuck me and then cum deep inside of me. Right now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grinned and then thrust into her hot pussy.
“Ohhh, yeeeeessss,” she moaned as soon as I was deep inside of her, and then I started to go to work.
The goth woman kept up with me as I thrust deeper inside her slick tunnel, and electric shivers raced through my body as I neared my climax. We moved like we were one, and Raven let out a scream of ecstasy as we both came at the same time.
My cum poured into her like a waterfall, and her legs held me close like she needed it just as much as I did.
“Fuck,” she gasped as she trembled and shook around my cock. “That’s so good. I love feeling your warm sperm inside of me. Feels like life…”
“I’m glad you like it.” I pressed another kiss to her lips and then rolled over to lay next to the satisfied woman.
“I don’t like it, I love it. The sensation is incredible. It spreads through my entire body, and I just want your cream to stay warm and full inside of me.”
“About that…” I said as something occurred to me.
“Hmmm?” she asked and rolled over to kiss my chest.
“You’re on the pill, right?” I asked as I kissed each of her knuckles. “I mean… I came inside of you the other day and I forgot to ask, but…”
“No,” she shook her head. “I’m not on the pill, but there’s no chance of me getting pregnant. I won’t be ovulating for another week. I have an app that tracks it.”
“Good.” I nodded and then dragged her down to nibble on one of her lip rings. “But… uhhh… what if my sperm doesn’t die, either?”
End of Book 1
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