Sapphyra [Adult Superhero Progression]

Theia

(Moments before the battle ends)

It didn’t sit right with me. I didn’t want to lie to Sapphyra, she was kind—much kinder than Rupert had ever been. But he held the key to my fathers healing. Hyperion might have given up on our father but I had not and I would not.

So while Hyperion and Sapphyra fought, I used my powers to show every detail to Rupert. He could see through my eyes while we talked telepathically.

“She’s so slow. How could she be this rusty? I’ve given her so much time…too much time perhaps.” Rupert mused in my head. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. I could hear in his voice how much he cared for her but he never made their relationship clear.

“I’m sure she just needs a moment to get her bearings. She has been asleep for over 100 years.” 

“Enough. Hyperion is doing a piss-poor job of wearing her down. He will lose because he pities her. Pity has no place amongst my rank.”  He didn’t have to tell me that. I’ve seen him kill two titans in anger before, over a trivial matter.

Yet he was a hypocrite. He no doubt pities his beloved Sapphyra and would end anyone who points it out. How his wife stands him is beyond me.

I cut the visual connection but kept the mind link open.

“Sir. About my father—”

“We’re done here, Theia. Do not bother me again.”

My hands clenched and trembled with rage. 

“Yes sir.”  The mind link was closed. I screamed, punching a nearby half-collapsed wall. It felt good to watch it crumble.

How long would he string me along like this? My father didn’t have much time left. 

Sighing, I put my gaze back on the battle. I was certain they would die from that crash but they did not. Sapphyra wrapped herself around Hyperion but turned her body so that she would take the brunt of the damage. They landed in a meaty pile of rubble, evidence of how destructive their battle was.

“I’d better get over there.” Hyperion wanted me to keep track of Sapphyra’s lover, just to make sure he couldn’t intervene. I’d lost sight of him before I called Rupert yet while I spoke with him, something unsettled me.

I had the oddest feeling I was being watched.

Sapphyra 

(after the fight)

I didn’t step out of the shower until the water turned cold. Not that the cold bothered me but it bothered Guy. 

“This is progress. Progress is good, right?” He said softly as I turned the water off. He got out first, toweling off. I couldn’t look at him naked, not in that body. It would do something to me, give me more aches than I could handle.

“Progress is good. Slow…but good.” It felt like I was lying through my teeth. What kind of progress is it when you can’t stand being near the person you love? It's not. 

I hurried past him, using my wings to air dry quickly. Instead of putting my uniform back on, I grabbed an old nightgown without realizing what it was.

“Holy shit!” My eyes widened as my fingers ran over the familiar silk. “I can’t believe this old thing survived for 100 years.” Miracles really do happen.

“Something special ‘bout that one?” Guy asked while getting dressed. No bespoke suit for him, he put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I remember those sweatpants, good lord do I remember how Wyatt’s dick used to move in them….

Concentrate. For fucks sake, he left me. I should not be fantasizing about him.

My god it would help if his body wasn’t right fucking there!

“Yeah.” I squeezed my thighs together, willing my urges to go away. “Family heirloom you could say. Passed down from my granny, then mom and finally me.” A soft chuckle escaped me.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, leaning against the doorway. I finally looked at him as the joke came back to me.

“My granny used to say that the best way to get pregnant was by wearing one of these…” Why did I say that now? I held my breath, defying my body screaming at me to jump Guy. He didn’t need that reminder that yet again—he’s not Wyatt.

He’s not the man that broke me.

But those sweatpants told a different story. He was getting hard and fast if that rising tent was anything to go by. He coughed and adjusted his pants, turning to the side, respectful.

“That's uh, that's something alright.” His voice was strained. He licked his lips and took off his glasses. Unlike Wyatt, he didn’t squint and struggle to see. In fact, he glanced down at the spectacles and placed them onto the dresser.

“Why’d you take them off?” 

“I don’t need ‘em. Kinda wondering why Wyatt wears' em all the time. It seems to me that his vision is just fine—Sapph?” He gasped at my touch.

What the fuck am I doing?

My hands are on his waist, pulling him closer to me by the seat of his sweatpants. Every part of me ached for him. And at the moment, it didn’t matter what body he was using. I had one goal in mind and one only:

“Guy.” I bit my bottom lip, letting the heat highlight my face. “I want you to get me pregnant. I don’t care what body you use but it needs to happen, right fucking now!” Was I growling? Holy shit where did that noise in my throat come from?!

My tail whipped the ground twice. Poor Guy was hard as a rock. He gulped and let out a shaky breath. I could tell he wanted this just as badly but something was holding him back.

“Are you sure? Right now? What happened to it being my hands on you?”

I whimpered. Shit, I know what this is. My heat is fluctuating again. It’s not gone away but I was acting like it had. Being around Wyatt’s body this long and this intimately? It triggered me again. Sometimes I hate being a dragon.

“It’s that bad?” He whispered, caressing my arm. He knew what rut felt like, this one was worse.

“Your touch is burning me, baby. All I want is you inside me, filling me up.” If I could knock myself out I would. This is so bad. It’s like a train wreck—I can't stop it and I can’t look away either.

“Fuck it. How do you want—” I pushed him onto the bed, killing the words in his throat. Those sweatpants? I started dragging them off with my fucking teeth, determined to get to my prized possession.

“Sapph—” A warning? A prayer? I don’t fucking know. All I know is his earthy taste on my tongue as I devour his cock whole in one gulp.  His hips shifted, thrusting into my tight throat. He was leaking sweet pre-cum already, and I swallowed up every drop with glee.

“Goddamn, woman!” His hand gripped my hair but that was all I let him grab. Bobbing up and down, twisting my tongue to get under the crown of his heavy cock just right. All I could hear were his needy moans and grunts and I fucking loved it. I wanted him to lose control, not just because of who’s body he was in but because he was mine.

They were all mine goddammit. 

“Sapph, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up!” I moaned around his length and winked at him. Cold air hit him just as I felt his balls draw up. A trail of spit connected my lips to him. Sloppy. Just how I liked it.

Not yet. He wouldn’t release until I felt it was time.

“Don’t move.” I commanded huskily, tracing kisses up his treasure trail and up to his nipple. Guys eyes were half lidded, focused in on me as shallow breaths escaped him. My lips closed around his chocolate tips, that made him gasp. But it was my teeth that made him cry out for me.

“Shit! Sapph—” His hand came up, grasping my hair again. An inhuman growl escaped me. Shit, I sound like I belong in the Jurassic period. And I’d dominate them there too.

My tail smacked his hand away.

“What part of don’t you fucking move, do you not understand?”

“S–sorry.” He mumbled.

His cock stood up for me, my perfect soldier ready to ravage my hungry cunt. I didn’t need to grasp him—my body knew how to ride him just right. Instinct took over and I lowered myself down on top of him, hissing the whole way down. I locked my hands with his, pressing them above his head.

Guy groaned and started matching my rhythm. Neither one of us would last long like this.

I moaned, rolling my hips. It was different this time. Better? Not sure. All I know is that his dick felt like home, but it was more than that. It wasn’t just the sex. 

I was finally making love to a man who wanted me honestly.

“Guy.” I whispered his name like a prayer, raising and lowering my hips. My pussy wanted to worship him. 

“Sapphyra.” He closed his eyes, giving me complete control. Even in another man's body, Guy trusted me. 

“I love you so much.” I meant every word. 

“I love you too.” He matched my breathing, my heartbeat. I could feel us in sync with the way he throbbed inside me, eager to bust.

“Cum inside me. Let’s make a family, just you and me.”

His eyes flew open. But they weren’t his eyes.

Amber. Wide and pissed off. Wyatt was back. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

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