Paladin & Bombshell: To Be a Hero

He remained silent when he felt her hand touch his powerful arm, the brief contact so immediately electric that when she removed it he felt like she had left an empty void in its place. He just nodded in vacant recognition when she told him to call her Elly, just before she began her story.

He stared intently at her as she opened up to him, hanging on every word as she told him all the intimate details of her history and her powers’ origin. His eyebrows knit unconsciously as she recounted her near-rape - he had a particular hatred for sex crimes. He began to feel his increasingly-less-than-pure intentions towards her were inappropriate, until he realized that she at least seemed to be surprisingly okay with it what had happened. He found that strength of will particularly attractive.

“Magpie,” he said, sitting back a bit and taking a slow sip of wine. He smiled, tried to lighten the mood a bit, but hoped he wasn’t saying the wrong thing. “Yeah, I’ve heard of him. But with a name like that, I just assumed he wouldn’t be interested in women.”

However, against his better judgment - and completely at odds with his concerns about the trauma of her experience - his attention began to drift after she’d mentioned the A on her costume. His eyes traveled over her full, glistening lips; her slender, graceful neck; the smooth, creamy expanse of flesh she’d indicated where she’d mentioned the relic. He marveled at the way her sweater masked the shape of her breasts and somehow simultaneously accentuated their size, and the way just the slightest hint of cleavage showing above the neckline only emphasized what was hidden. His eyes then ran the length of her long, supple legs, almost as if he was trying to memorize the contours that were hugged by those tight jeans.

It felt like his eyes had journeyed for miles, but it was actually just a few moments before he came back to his senses. He could feel himself starting to ‘react’ to her almost irresistibly tempting presence, very subtly adjusting himself in his seat to obscure the beginnings of his arousal and taking a long gulp of wine to calm himself and let it subside. He returned his attention to her, but still couldn’t escape that angelic face, those inviting lips, and those beautiful eyes.

“Well… I guess Apex is a good name. But I kinda like Bombshell,” he smirked. “It suits you.”

He winked, then took another gulp of wine. He silently hoped the food would arrive soon to help ease the tension a bit. He also wasn’t sure how long his willpower could last and, if he did give in to his desire, he didn’t want the doorbell interrupting.
 
Elly shook her head, "He may play both sides of the fence, but take it from me, he has an eye for the ladies no matter what he calls himself." The bastard. It was funny though, the thought of him used to make her blood boil and his stomach clench, but now...those feelings were just faint flickers. "But I've run into him several times since then." She smiled, and it was a very nasty smile, even on her lovely face. "I've gotten mine back on him. I make sure to break a few bones and smash his balls on something every time I see him."

She laughed at his comment on her name, "I bet you do," she responded with a warm smile. "I've gotten used to it too, I guess." she shrugged, "And it's flattering, kind of."

She watched him gulp his wine down and felt a little twinge of delight. He seemed just as nervous as she was. No, that wasn't right. He was more nervous than she was at this point. Hee! She held her empty glass out to him, "Why don't you pour us both another, Aaron?" She batted her eyes a little, "And now I want to know about you."

Elly shook her head, "You don't have to tell me your "origin" or whatever or any of the kind of thing I talked about. It can be anything. Music you like or hate. Favorite movies. Sports. Books. I want to know about you."

Before he could answer, the door buzzed. "Saved by the bell, hero," she winked. She stood up, snatching his wine glass from his hand. "Go get the food, and I'll pour for us."
 
Paladin - no, tonight he could actually think of himself as Aaron - finished off the last of his wine, then reached for the bottle to top himself off. His hand didn’t even reach it before his door buzzer pierced the relative quiet, and he reflexively whipped his head around, his muscles tensing to prepare himself for danger. As soon as he realized what had happened, he turned back to Elly with a smile and breathed out a soft chuckle. Maybe relaxing and just being Aaron wouldn’t be so easy.

He handed off his glass to her and got up to get the door, walking backwards most of the way so he could keep his eyes on her and continue talking. He didn’t want to look away from those beautiful eyes or those inviting lips for even a second if he could help it.

“About me? Well, I don’t know… I don’t know if anyone’s ever asked before.”

He took a moment to ponder just how pathetic that was as he opened the door to get their meal. The delivery boy was obviously trying to hide his elation at seeing the Champion of Halo City in person. Paladin - no, Aaron gave him a small smile, and counted out a fairly generous tip.

“Let’s see,” he said after shutting the door and heading back to the couch. “Well, I guess I had a pretty normal family myself. Middle class working family, lived out in the suburbs. I was raised an only child, but a few years after I left home to start ‘saving the world’ I got a baby sister. They’re all living in Florida now, but they haven’t told her about me yet. They say they want to wait until she’s mature enough to keep my secret. But she’s already 16, so I don’t know how much longer they plan on waiting. I guess that’s just how parents are, though.”

He chuckled as he sat back down beside her, making a point to sit just a little closer than he had before. Still not as close as he’d wanted, though; there was still a bit of space between the two of them so they weren’t quite touching. As he unpacked the food, he realized with a bit of surprise that he’d told her where his parents lived. As with any other superhero, he wasn’t supposed to do that in order to keep the people close to him safe. Sure, ‘Florida’ wasn’t all that specific, but it was more than he’d usually let slip. In the hero business trust could become a liability, but something about this beautiful girl just really put him at ease.

“As for that other stuff, I really don’t know. I don’t really have time to watch many movies or read many books. I guess I do like relaxing music, though, to help me get to sleep. Laid-back, ambient, electronic stuff mostly. Nothing really fast paced or upbeat." He laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm not really all that interesting, am I? What about you?”
 
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"If you weren't that interesting, would I still be here?" He seemed awfully down on himself, for some reason. Didn't he know who he was? What he meant to the city, to the world even? "Give yourself some credit, Aaron. I don't just go home with every handsome, muscley do-gooder and flirt shamelessly." Much less seriously consider staying the night and having him screw her senseless.

She rose as he unpacked the food, taking the bottle of wine and re-filling their glasses. Elly held his out to him before sitting down again, narrowing the gap between them a bit more than he had. She breathed in the delightful scent of the Indian cuisine. "Oh, curry heavy dishes just smell so good," she sighed. "Well, shall we?"

Using the serving spoons and such he'd set out earlier, she began to fill a plate for herself. "The music thing, though, I don't have anything against that kind of stuff, but it's not me." She smiled and shrugged, "I like it hard and fast." She winked, "Music, I mean. Lots of heavy, wild, intricate guitar, high energy kind of songs, I just love it!"
 
“Muscley, huh?” He raised an eyebrow and looked down at his arms, pretending to examine them as he caused the muscles to bulge and show off their power and definition. He shrugged as though he‘d never noticed before, but he wasn‘t able to keep a straight face and he broke into a grin. He hoped strutting just a little wasn’t too unattractive. “But I’m glad to hear this isn‘t something you do every day. I wouldn‘t want jealousy clouding my judgement while I‘m off trying to save the city.”

He laughed, then watched her very attentively as she stood from the couch and momentarily gave him a perfect view of her equally perfect bottom. Something about jeans… Though he respectively looked back up at her when she turn around, he didn’t bother trying quite so hard to hide his appreciative glance. As she became more and more bold, it didn’t seem quite so important to disguise his desire like a high school kid anymore.

He felt his heart quicken a bit as she sat back down noticeably closer to him, and he could feel blood pumping back down between his legs, causing his mind to wander in that direction as well. Her mention of the food’s spicy aroma didn’t help, either, because when he inhaled deeply with her, all he could smell was the sweet scent of her clean skin and hair, and perhaps some light perfume. Or maybe that was just the way she smelled naturally. He nodded as she helped herself to the food, then followed suit, sitting back and taking a few bites.

He let out a soft chuckle as she pretended to correct her obviously intentional mention of liking her music ‘hard and fast.’ Again the thought crossed his mind that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed, or even smiled this much.

“High energy music? That does sound like a nice change of pace. You can feel free to put anything on, by the way. I think they set me up with some sort of satellite radio or something.” He indicated a remote control on the coffee table, right beside the food, right before taking another bite.
 
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Elly quirked an eyebrow, "Please, like you've never heard that before." It was kind of cute how he was strutting his stuff for her, so to speak. "I mean, come on." Then she smiled a bit, leaning towards him a hair, "But do you mean you'd be jealous of little me flirting with some guy?"

She giggled, leaning back. "That kind of thing can go to a girl's head. Make her wonder if dinner is just "dinner" you know." She smiled. "...I kind of hope it's not."

She pushed the remote control a bit further away, shaking her head. "No, no. My music isn't stuff you eat to." She shrugged with a rueful grin, "I know that. It's partying, pumping up, fighting, screw-uh." She blushed bright red, coughing into her hand. "Um...that kind of music. Not appropriate for right now at all. Nope."
 
Aaron listened intently to her words, smiling at her blatant sexual overtures. She was surprised that he’d get jealous? Like she could possibly think any man would be willing to share.

“Of course I only had the noblest of intentions, Elly,” he responded, but his deliberate smirk made it obvious that he was lying through his teeth.

His heart pounded with anticipation as the flirting escalated, and he felt his cock slowly swelling in his jeans. Even though they were made to fit loosely, they could barely accommodate, let alone conceal, the thick bulge slowly snaking down his inner thigh. He shifted just a bit closer to her on the couch, trying to reposition himself a bit to obscure it, but he actually half-hoped she did catch it.

He looked deeply into her eyes as he continued, his voice lowering as he held her gaze.

“But as a gentleman, I’m obligated to make sure my guest isn’t disappointed. So, exactly how much more than ‘dinner’ were you hoping for?” He raised a challenging eyebrow, leaning in just a bit and giving a wry, inviting smile.
 
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"Ah-ah," she wiggled a finger at him. "That's breaking the rules, Mr. Hero." She didn't pull back as he leaned in, but she didn't lean forward either. "The girl isn't supposed to tell. You have to figure it out yourself."

Her eyes moved to his; sparkling, anticipating, warm, and eager. "The girl leaves clues, and the boy tries to figure them out, and when he makes his move, he hopes he guessed right." She set down her wine glass. "I think you've got all the clues you need, Aaron."

"Which means it's your move." Her heart was pounding in her chest, her stomach felt like it was full of basketball sized butterflies. Oh, God. This was happening, actually happening. Would he think she was a slut? Did she care? ...And if this happened the way it was going, the way she wanted it to, maybe she was.
 
Aaron’s emerald eyes gleamed as he met the playful challenge in her entrancing gaze. He’d worked with law enforcement and other heroes for years cracking cases and catching criminals, but he doubted even the most legendary of crime fighters would ever be able to figure out the mysteries of a woman‘s mind. He held up his glass to her in salute, then took a final swallow of wine before looked back into her gorgeous chocolate eyes with a lopsided smirk.

“Here’s to hoping I’m right.”

He barely paused to take a breath before he closed moved in to kiss her, just lightly at first, the taste of the wine still on his lips. He parted from her for just the briefest moment before returned his lips to hers and pressing into a more passionate kiss. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, cradling her head as he began to open his mouth slightly, using the pressure to gently coax hers open as well. But he was very careful not to use force in case she wanted to get away. He was sure it was, with all of her obvious flirting and sexual suggestions, but again, who could understand a woman’s thoughts?
 
Elly froze when his lips made that first, light contact. "Oh, God," she whispered against his lips. Then he kissed her again, more firmly, with heat, and she melted. The buxom blond pressed herself against him, her hands running up his muscled chest to go around his neck, her lips eagerly responding to his passion.

Her mouth parted, and she shivered as his tongue entered her. Their pink muscles playfully dueled and entwined, tasting each other's mouths. Her arms tightened about his neck; pulling her in closer and tighter. The kiss broke; and she smiled at him. "That...was a very good move," she said in a low, throaty voice. "But I bet you've got better ones."
 
His muscles felt like granite through his shirt as she ran her hands over him and draped them around his neck. He eagerly matched the intensity of her kiss, his tongue running over hers as they seemed to wrestle for dominance inside the moist warmth of each other’s mouths. He only reluctantly broke the kiss, his lips curling into a smile as he met her eyes.

“Well, I like to think I’ve picked up a thing or two over the years. But I’ll have to let you be the judge.”

He leaned back into the kiss, resuming the fiery passion from before, wrapping a powerful arm around her back to cradle her as he practically devoured her. He rested his other hand lightly on her hip, just his thumb edging up beneath her sweater to touch her bare skin beneath. After little while longer exploring her mouth and teasing her warm, wriggling tongue with slow, serpentine caresses from his own, he forced himself to pry his lips from hers. He then swooped down to her neck, placing a firm kiss where it met her shoulders, then placing long, slow kisses along a trail up towards her ear. He lightly licked between kisses until he stopped and ran his tongue over her skin, searching for a certain, sensitive spot…
 
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"Ohh," Elly cooed, nibbling her lower lip. God, had he ever learned a few things! His kisses were little blasts of fire along her neck and then he'd gone after her ear, and, oh, Jesus. "God," she breathed, sucking air in between her teeth in a hissing breath. "I'd say you're guilty, if I'm the judge," she sighed.

Her hands ran over his shoulders and onto his upper arms, feeling and squeezing his rock hard muscles. He was so damn hot! After a minute, her left hand moved down to grab the one of his that was on her hip. She smiled sensuously and stroked it, then guided his hand up under her sweater, "But I've learned a few things too; namely, what I want. And what I want right now is for you to touch me and kiss me anywhere you want. All over."
 
Aaron’s heart quickened as he heard the soft, feminine sigh that signaled Elly’s approval of his technique. He couldn’t remember ever being so aroused. His cock stiffened and strained against his jeans as he felt her electric touch on his hand, giving him permission to slip under her sweater. He rested his hand on her flat, taut stomach for just a moment, savoring the warmth of her skin, before gliding slowly up beneath her breasts. He cupped one from beneath, then the other, squeezing gently and marveling at their fullness and softness, able to feel their weight even with the support of her bra.

He gave a muted chuckle when she spoke, his lips vibrating against her neck as he pressed a kiss just beneath her ear. He then flicked his tongue against her earlobe as he whispered in a deep, rumbling tone, “Good. I like a girl who knows what she wants.” He moved his mouth to her lips, practically devouring them in a hard, passionate kiss, “Because I plan to give you everything you want.”

He moved a big, strong down her side to rest on her thigh, right where it met the perfect curve of her ass, and gave a firm squeeze. So tight and toned; God damn, this girl was fit! His bicep bulged as he gripped her leg and effortlessly swung it up over him, leaving her straddling his lap. He then slid his hand up between her soft sweater and the warmth of her body to meet the other, gently palming both breasts as he looked up at her with a devilish smile.
 
"Promises, promises, handsome," she smiled. Her eyes closed, "Oh," she sighed as his hand palmed her breasts beneath her sweater. God, that felt so nice. Even through her bra, his hands were warm and strong and tender. "You're, mmm, off to a good start."

Elly looked down at him, her eyes half-lidded. She could feel something long, thick, hard, rubbing against her ass through the straining denim of his jeans. Oh, yes. Yes, she liked that. God, he had a monster there too from what she was feeling. The younger woman wiggled her hips, grinding herself down on his lap, rubbing herself against his fabric shielded manhood.

Her hands slid down, and she nibbled her lips, toying with the hem of her sweater for a few seconds. Let him savor it, anticipate it. Then she pulled the garment up over her head and off, letting it fall one of her right hand onto the floor. "Better?" Her hands slid down his arms to take hold of his hands, making them squeeze and fondle her tits. "Ahh, yeah. You like my tits, don't you, Aaron? I've noticed you looking at them."

Her hands moved again, exploring his chest, feeling the lines of his body and his muscles through his t-shirt.
 
He breathed out a soft groan as he felt her pressing down on his lap. His throbbing cock lurched beneath her and he reflexively brought his hips up, matching her movements and putting more pressure between her legs. Despite the almost intoxicating sexual energy filling the room, he tried to keep his attention focused on her reactions to everything he did, trying his best to gauge exactly what she really liked and adjusting his technique accordingly.

He looked up in awe as she grabbed the bottom of her sweater, anticipation building for just a moment before she pulled it off and bared her incredible body to him. He took a few moments to drink it all in, his depraved, lust-filled gaze wandering every inch of her soft, smooth skin before settling on the spectacular sight of her bra-clad breasts. Something about the way she talked about them, confident, almost cocky, turned him on even more. She knew what she had; she knew her body was spectacular, and he felt almost like she was challenging him to prove that he was worthy of even looking at it.

“Oh God, yes. They’re fucking gorgeous…”

He didn’t usually talk like that, but something about Elly was bringing out the animal in him. The nature of his powers had pushed every aspect of him far beyond the limits of a mere human, and even most superhumans, and his overdeveloped sex drive was certainly no exception. He would normally be concerned about maintain control of his primal urges, but with her he didn’t even care. In fact, it was like she was inviting him to let it all out. ‘Blowing off steam,’ as she’d put it.

With her hands guiding his, he manhandled her breasts for at least a solid minute or more, alternating between firm squeezes and soft caresses. His thumbs occasionally drifted to tease her nipples, but he tried to keep away from them as often as he could manage to stimulate her just enough. To leave her wanting more.

Finally, the feel of those fantastic tits through her bra just wasn’t enough. He slipped his fingers inside the sheer fabric, flexing his powerful muscles beneath her touch as he tore it open, letting the garment fall over her arms as he leaned back to feast his eyes on the incredible sight bared before him. It had occurred to him that she might be angry, but he somehow didn’t think she’d mind. If worst came to worse, he could always buy her a new one. But this moment, this night, wouldn’t be replaceable.
 
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Elly gasped as he tore her bra off of her, the ruined garment falling away. Fuck! That was SO hot! The air of the room was cool on her now exposed breasts and had her nipples not been hard already, that surely would have brought them up. She nibbled her lips as she ground herself harder on his lap, "So big and strong," she cooed.

She put her hands up over her head, tossing her hair and looking down at him. Deep, deep breaths filled her lungs; the motion of her body and the breathing displaying her divine cans to best advantage. "Take a good look, stud. But not for too long. 'Cause I know you want to touch them...and I want that too."
 
Aaron looked up in awe at the bare-breasted goddess, left breathless as she posed before his hungry eyes. Somehow even her slightest movements seemed like part of some sort of sensual dance, designed to tempt him, to tantalize him, to practically leave his mouth watering. Her body dripped with sensuality; this girl was built for sex.

“Christ, Elly… You’re so goddamned sexy…”

Unbound her tits were even bigger and more spectacular than he’d thought, so plump and full and round that he couldn’t keep his hands off them. He moved his big, strong hands over every inch of them - and he was pleased that there was plenty of ground to cover - squeezing them, caressing them, groping them, and manhandling them in every way possible. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, circling the aureoles teasingly for several seconds before finally pinching them, gently rolling his thumb and forefinger over them in different ways as he watched her face to determine what she liked best.

After a little while longer, he wrapped one arm around her back and pulled her towards him. He simultaneously leaned forward and pressed his face to her heaving breasts, slowly and lazily kissing, licking, and sucking all over her ample titflesh. Finally he sealed his lips around her swollen nipple and sucked it into the moist warmth of his mouth, flicking and teasing it with his tongue as he held it gently between his teeth.
 
"Oh, Aaron," she sighed. Her eyes were warm; enjoying the pleasure as he teased and handled her breasts. His enjoyment of them was obvious; his attentions careful and reverent. "God, you make me feel like a goddess...mmm, a very happy one," she cooed.

She gasped as he pulled her forward, the motion unexpected. Then his wet, warm mouth found her flesh, "Ohh, oh, that's...that's a good boy," she moaned. Little whimpers and sighs broke over her lips as he orally worshipped her tit; all but bathing it in kisses and licks. Then her mouth opened wide, a sudden intake of breath silencing her as he took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck and lash it with his tongue. "Oh, shit," she whimpered. "God, you really...ahh...really do like them, don't you?"

Rhetorical, but...wow. "Suck on my tits, baby," she urged, "make me feel good." She wanted to do something back, something for him. One hand was on his shoulder, steadying her. The other slid down his muscular chest to the waist of his jeans. Quick fingers undid the button and the zipper; the rebellious blond nibbling her lower lip as she felt the heat of his body. Her hand slipped into his jeans, feeling the smooth material of his boxers, and then- "Oh. Oh, my. All this for me?" Her fingers stroked over as much of his cloth shrouded shaft as she could reach, caressing and petting it through his boxers.
 
Aaron continued for a short while, nibbling on her sensitive nipple, slowly running his tongue around it, using her loudest and longest moans as cues to linger in a certain spot before moving to find the next. Her increasingly dirty talk was turning him on just as much as her tight, athletic body, her gorgeous breasts, or her toned thighs straddling him. He sucked a little more firmly as he pulled his face away from her huge tit, stretching it until her noises let him know it was just starting to get uncomfortable, then releasing and watching her fleshy mound jiggle pleasingly back into place. She didn’t even need to ask if he liked them - if his hands’ and mouth’s loving and thorough attention didn’t make it completely obvious, the way he was slowly moving his hips beneath her, pressing that huge, straining bulge firmly between her thighs, made his appreciation of her spectacular body impossible to miss. His hands caressed softly down the sides of her breasts, cupping them and once again marveling at their size and weight. He looked up to meet her beautiful brown eyes with his smoldering gaze, a lusty smile quirking his lips.

“You are a goddess. And tonight you’re my goddess. And I plan on worshipping you until you can’t stand it anymore.”

Suddenly the the faintest look of surprise broke his confident façade as he felt her hand sliding down to his jeans, and he reached down to pull off his shirt, revealing his smooth, hairless chest. Broad muscular shoulders, hard, defined pecs and abs on his powerful V-shaped torso - even the muscles on his hips were visible, seeming to point a path down into the waist of his jeans. Perfectly proportioned rather than musclebound hulk like Smash, Aaron's body looked like it was carved from marble, every muscle sculpted to perfection - another byproduct of the genetic modifications that had given him his powers. After tossing his shirt aside he returned his hands to her, finding that he already missed the feel of her skin, holding her sides to steady her in his lap, his thumbs reaching up to caress the rounded bottoms of her breasts as he did.

He smiled, impressed at the deftness of her fingers as she opened his fly, showing that she’d had some practice. Then a soft groan rose in his throat as she plunged her hand inside his jeans, his straining erection lurching powerfully in her hand as she teased it through the cloth of his shorts. He slid his hands down her body, grasping her narrow waist and moving her just a bit further down on his lap to give her hand more room to work with. His hips were still moving beneath her as if they had a mind of their own, pushing his thick, swollen cock against her touch.

“Oh, it’s all for you, baby…” he echoed, just barely managing to stifle a moan of ecstasy long enough to get the words out. “Every… inch…”
 
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She giggled softly, "Good, 'cause I want every last inch of it." The room he'd given her let her hand move more freely, up and down, rubbing his member with the silky material of his boxers. God, he was big. "So hot and hard already," she cooed.

Elly leaned in to kiss him and then pulled away, hopping up into the air to slide off his lap and a few feet away. She put her feet down, landing standing up. "I want to see what you have for me, handsome." She licked her lips. Feeling it through his boxers wasn't enough anymore. She wanted to see it. She wanted to touch it without anything in the way. Hold it, feel it, stroke it, taste it, suck it...she wanted this cock.

She nibbled her lower lip, putting on her best "little-girl-wants-a-treat" expression. "Please? If you show me yours," one hand went to her jeans, undoing the button, and pulling the zipper down a fourth of the way, "I'll show you mine."
 
He rolled his head back slowly as she slipped her hand deeper inside his pants, and let out a long, slow moan as she caressed his painfully hard cock through his boxers. His moan was cut short as he abruptly felt her slip her hand back out. He eagerly met her lips when she leaned in to kiss him, then felt her pull away just as abruptly and hop off of his lap. His heart began to quicken at the teasing, then gradually felt into a slower rhythm as she stood before him, looking down at him as she slowly opened the zipper of her painted-on jeans.

“Whatever the lady wants,” he said with a smirk, his eyes wandering unapologetically over her gorgeous legs, flat stomach, tremendous breasts, and up to that innocent expression on her achingly beautiful face. Elly was obviously anything but innocent.

He obediently brought his hands to the waist of his jeans and hooked his thumbs into his boxers, lifting his hips and pulling them down just enough to reveal the thick root of his shaft. He adjusted himself a bit, intentionally letting her wait just a few more moments - why the hell not? - before tugging them down further and letting his raging cock spring out and slap heavily against his hard washboard stomach. The swollen head reached well past his navel, but it was the girth that was truly impressive. He wrapped a large, strong hand around it to steady it, slowly stroking his grip once from tip to base and back as he looked back up at her with a wicked grin.

“You've seen mine, now it's your turn. Though I wouldn’t object to a more hands-on inspection, either…”
 
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Elly gaped. He was...wow. It was more than she'd imagined. So long and so thick! Fuck! What would that feel like? "Wow...Aaron, that's...amazing. Oh, God, baby." She licked her lips. Could she get it all in her mouth?

She wanted to try. She wanted to try everything and every hole with that big dick.

But it was her turn as he said. "Might get hands-on later, hero," she cooed, "but I want my hands on that first." She pulled her zipper down all the way before turning around to put her back to him. She looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips before she started to slide her jeans down her hips, over her ass, down her long legs. She bent over as she did so, giving him the full display of her ass...since she wasn't wearing panties.

"Oh, my," she breathed. "I must have forgotten...or maybe I'm just a bad girl." She stood up slowly and turned around to face him. She lifted her arms, fluffing her hair, her legs sliding part, her back arching. Her pussy was wet already, her folds glistening. It was also bare; clean shaven. "Do you think I'm a bad girl?"
 
Aaron smiled at and nearly blushed at her dumbfounded reaction to the sight of his naked cock. Sure, he’d been told he was well-endowed - in fact, to call that and understatement would be an understatement - but to catch this unbelievably sexy young thing off guard was an ego boost like no other.

He watched with a hungry stare as she began to unzip her jeans, turning her back to him as she slowly peeled them down, showing him her unbelievable ass. He’d expected something sexy like boy-cut panties, or even a thong, but when he saw she had absolutely nothing covering those firm, toned cheeks it was his turn to be caught off guard. He gripped his cock tightly and let out a long, ragged breath as he watched her bend over at the waist, pulling those jeans down over her long, supple legs until they pooled around her ankles. Damn, the girl was flexible, too!

He let out another breath as she turned to face him, and he was completely awestruck by the gorgeous figure before him. No one but a superhuman could have a body that incredible. His eyes traveled up and down her form, drinking in every part of her, angelic features haloed by that violet-streaked golden hair, the subtle definition of every muscle, the abundant feminine curves, that wet, inviting pussy. She was like the statue of a goddess, enough to make a sculptor weep at his inadequate talent. Aaron was pulled from his silent worship of her body by her sensual voice as she posed her question. He just smirked in return, managing to pull his eyes from her flawless figure to meet hers with a challenging stare.

“Why don’t you come over here and show me how bad you can be?”
 
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"Ohh, hero...all you had to do was ask." Elly loved how he was looking at her. He was looking at her that way, him. Paladin. It was such a rush but it was also so sincere.

She made a point to swing her hips, breasts bouncing with the motion as she approached him. "Aaron, you are so fucking hot," she whispered before pressing herself against him. Oh, God. He was so hard and hot and just...fucking sexy! "And I love this big cock already," she smiled and licked her lips, one hand cupping the head before stroking down his shaft.

Elly grabbed his arms as they moved to hold her and shook her head, "Uh uh. I need to be bad first, remember?" She winked and then lowered herself to her knees. Was she really going to do this?

She rolled her tongue over the head of his cock, "Uhmmm." Looking up at him through her eyelashes, the blond licked it again, "Tastes as good as it looks, stud." Then she took a deep breath. She was going to do this. She was going to suck Paladin's cock.

Awesome.

Elly opened wide and leaned forward, gulping as the head and first two inches of his huge, hard dick entered her wet, warm mouth. She moaned around his meat as she began to pump her head on it, lips sealing tight to his flesh, sucking and slurping on his prick for all she was worth. Slowly, slowly, she took a bit more in, and a bit more.

Tiny trails of spit leaked out of the corners of her mouth; displaced by the girth of his manhood. She hummed happily, moving her head up and down on him, worshiping his beautiful cock while she fucked her mouth with it.
 
Aaron stared helplessly, transfixed by the serpentine sway of her hips and the hypnotic jiggling of her tremendous breasts. He’d stopped bothering to try to hide his bashful glances of admiration long ago, and was now making it a point to be as obvious as possible that he was eye-fucking the shit out of her tight, athletic body. This smart, gorgeous, impossibly sexy girl walking towards him had changed so much about him so fast he was having a hard time recognizing his own thoughts.

He felt like he was dreaming as she pressed against him briefly, whispering seductively in his ear. He let out a long, soft grunt as he finally felt her hand touching his bare cock and the feel of her skin on his was almost too much for him to bear. His eyes widened as he watched her slowly drop to her knees between his muscular thighs, keeping her eyes on his as she ran her tongue over his bloated cockhead. Tastes as good as it looks, stud. Everything she did, everything she said, was exactly what he wanted at the exact moment that he needed it. The girl knew what she was doing.

“Glad to hear it. I was worried you wouldn‘t want to eat here again.”

Dammit, did he really just say that? Not only was it cheesy as hell, he was telling her that he had already thinking about a second date. Was that creepy? He barely had a moment to think on this, though, as he saw her toss her hair over her shoulder and lean in to engulf the tip of his cock. He sucked in a slow breath and gripped the couch on either side of him, watching her wrap and hand around his shaft, fingers not quite able to close around his girth, and slowly feed more and more of his throbbing dick into the moist warmth of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Elly,” he managed to get out between gasps of ecstasy, watching in amazement as she began to bob up and down on the end of his cock, her lips stretched obscenely to accommodate his size. “You ARE bad…”
 
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