Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

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    “I think trying to maneuver out of the costume would draw more attention then just laying here.” Take that witty retort, Darkfist and shove it where my glowiness doesn’t shine.
    “You look like a flare. A giant flaming beacon screaming ‘Here We Are!’ We won’t be able to get close enough to learn anything. It’s not my fault your pixie costume sucks at being stealthy.” He sounded so irritated and that was impressive since he also remained so quiet.
    “Whatever! Why don’t you go spy on them? I’ll watch your back from here, and come save you if something goes wrong.” That sounded like a reasonable idea to me, even if it did seem a little childish coming from Moltenman.
    “Fuck that! If I go in there alone there is no way I’m sharing any information I collect. So either change behind the trees so no one sees you flaunting around, or go home.”
    “You could have mentioned the suit glowed sooner, like before we got out here,” I grunted as I started belly crawling over to the trees.
    “How was I to know your powers would malfunction? And this way is more fun.” I ignored him, just wanting to get it over with. The tree I crawled behind was old and had a wide trunk, so I was easily hidden. Standing up with my back towards the tree, I started trying to wiggle out of my costume. I was too uncoordinated and it was too tight to try and take it off quickly. If I did, then the sleeves would get jammed and I’d just end up trapped. I’ve tried hurrying to get it off before and it doesn’t work.
    A few minutes later I stood there naked, trying to quickly turn my tights inside out. I hoped the black lining would be dark enough for His Majesty Darkfist . Okay, I might’ve been bitching as I worked on changing, but I was pissed, mostly that he was right.
    “Oh, just fucking peachy,” I grunted noticing the small-ish white stain that had formed inside the crotch of my suit. Great, I’d have to finish the mission with come-stained pants. Of course, it’d be too much to hope Darkfist wouldn’t notice. I should’ve worn a jock or something to absorb all the pre-come I leaked around Darkfist. But I hated how underwear made lines in my tights, so I always went commando. I wanted to at least clean it off so it wouldn’t be as noticeable, but worried if I tried to wipe it off I’d just smear it around and make it worse. Maybe I could lick it clean. Then it would just be wet and not as noticeable on the black fabric.
    All my thinking stopped when I was slammed against the tree. I grunted when my bare skin hit the rough bark. I didn’t have time to react before Darkfist had my wrists pinned against the tree over my head. His hard body pressed against mine as he whispered in my ear, “Looks like I got you excited and you made a mess in your pants.”
    “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always excited and making a mess.” Wow, that sounded a lot better in my head. Still better to sound like an insatiable and somewhat sloppy sex fiend than to have him think he was the reason for my premature leakage.
    “You know, we have at least 30 minutes before anything happens, let’s make good use of the time,” he all but purred in my ear.
    “No, we don’t, something could happen any minute now and we have to get ourselves into position. Superheroes don’t have sex during missions.” I was proud of how confident my voice sounded. Maybe I could pull off the Moltenman persona and stay in character after all.
    “You should know by now I’m not a superhero, I’m the charming and irresistible villain. Bad guys take what they want, and right now all I want is you,” he said, sucking my earlobe between his lips. He nibbled on it a little before trailing kisses down my neck. I couldn’t help moaning, his lips were magical. If he didn’t have my hands held firmly above my head, I would’ve grabbed his hair and pulled his lips tighter to my skin. I could have climaxed just from having him suck on my neck it felt so good. The slight discomfort of the bark against my back was long forgotten. I knew by this point I wasn’t doing a very good job of being Moltenman, but Darkfist made me lose all self-control.
    I couldn’t help but whine when he stopped and pulled his head back. “You better be quiet or you’ll alert the enemy of our presence.” I opened my mouth to, you know, yell at him for making me make noise but he crushed his lips against mine before I could.
    His kiss was animalistic. He shoved