CHAPTER 31
To be honest, it only took about an hour to get Cait angry enough she had to switch to something easy or be insensate when Lira got there. Thousands upon thousands of feudal era Chinese soldiers later, she shut down Dynasty Warriors as the door opened. Lira bustled in, holding a hefty makeup case and two dress bags. She gave Cait a quick once over.
"Mmm, like I thought." She said, nodding to herself. "Hot as hell, zero effort. C'mon, up! Imma change you."
Cait smirked at her as she stood there expectantly, but followed along. Lira directed her into the room, hands full but using kicks to Cait's muscular ass to herd the larger woman. She broke out her supplies, and spent the better part of an hour painting Cait up. Cait had never been one for makeup, and to be honest was surprised Lira was either, completely unfair natural beauty that she was. However, looking over her work, Cait had to admit she looked even better than usual. Lira had worked on accentuating her features, rather than changing them, and while Cait preferred her normal look, she was happy to play doll for Lira for a night.
"Okay!" Lira said, clapping her hands together. "Lipstick on a pig, but I think I could be seen in public with you."
"Fuck you say?"
"Quiet, Babe." She shushed, leaving Cait uncertain if she was referring to her or the famous literary piglet. "Now, why don't you hop into that slutty little number Mommy picked out for you while she gets ready."
Right, correction time.
Cait did strip down, but didn't make any moves toward the dress. She walked up behind Lira's makeup chair, casually laying her cock across her shoulder.
"God I hope this makeup is waterproof," she said as Lira looked up at her, faux annoyance on her face. Cait reached down, grabbing the smaller girl, who yelped and spilled the mascara she'd been applying when Cait yote her face down onto the bed.
She mounted her, yanking her sports bra up along with her arms, twisting it so that they were tightly bound, and doing the same with her yoga pants and legs.
"Oh my goooood Caaaiiiiit," Lira groaned, wiggling her ass under Cait. "You fucking horn-"
Cait cut her off by ripping off Lira's thong and stuffing it in her mouth. She leaned forward pulling Lira's head back, holding her beneath her chin as she met her eyes. She teased her cock along Lira's folds, finding them, as expected, already hot and very wet.
Well that's not much of a punishment. She pulled her cock back, watching Lira's brow furrow in frustration. She gave an evil grin back as she slapped one of Lira's firm asscheeks, hard. Those furrowed brows went real high real fast, and Cait followed a second slap by plunging her fingers into Lira's wet pussy. She fingerblasted her just long enough that she could tell Lira was getting used to it, watching her eyes cloud with lust, before sliding them back out and upward, popping her middle finger into her asshole.
Shock shot across Lira's features again, becoming confused with pleasure as Cait slammed her cock into her entrance, while keeping a finger in her exit. She moved her hand slowly while her hips pounded furiously at Lira's pussy. She kept eye contact with her the entire time, watching a little pain leave her face to give way to pleasure and, quickly thereafter, orgasmic bliss. Her legs shook under Cait, who added another finger to her asshole instead of stopping. Her muffled moans sounded out through her underwear as Cait kept her rolling to two more climaxes before finishing herself, and leaving her there, shivering and leaking, to try on the dress she'd brought.
Lira hadn't been joking, Cait would actually have to wear underwear for once or she'd be peeking out the hem of the short garment all night. It was essentially two completely separate pieces of black fabric, connected by latticework along the sides. It hugged Cait tight, displaying her best feature: everything. She checked herself out in the mirror, admiring Lira's taste in clubwear. Hopefully the bratty redhead actually still had a night of dancing in her.
Cait sat back in the room's chair, eyes roaming across Lira's toned and sweaty body, still trussed up where she'd left her. After a few minutes, Lira groaned, and shook herself free of the makeshift bindings. Nothing Cait had done would actually have held anyone, but appearances are important.
"Mmmmm." She moaned, stretching and treating Cait to a dazzling satisfied smile. "I'm glad I got that out of you before I finished my make up. Cleaning up running mascara is a fucking pain."
She walked over, naked and beautiful, planting a soft kiss on Cait's lips.
"If you're done, I'm going to shower up and actually start getting ready. No, you can't join me. Go play your games, I'll be a bit." She turned away, jumping as Cait swatted at her ass before blowing another kiss over her shoulder. An hour later, she stood in the living room doorway, striking a pose for an appreciative Cait. Similar to the welcome party, she wore a shimmery green top and skirt, but these were skimpy enough they wouldn't have been appropriate formal wear anywhere but the playboy mansion.
"So, where exactly are you planning on taking me, looking like that, on a Sunday night?" The question had occurred to Cait as soon as she'd seen Lira's text, but since Lira had gotten here she'd been…. distracted. Lira grinned wide in return.
"Easy to forget you were a civilian a week ago, big shot." Lira answered, sashaying over to wrap her arms around Cait's shoulders from behind the couch. "Somebody told you the weekend is when the real work for the veterans happens right? So when do you think they blow off steam?"
A banging sounded on the door, and Lira excitedly bounced over to open it, letting in a couple of women and a man, also dressed to the nines. Cait barely recognized the man as Fingerguns
out of costume, techno cowboy traded out for full Canadian tuxedo and brown 10 gallon, but the women she knew only from news footage.
Draconic, a tall woman with fine asian features, wore a skintight ribbed dress, which would have been eye catching even if every edge of her body didn't sharpen itself into thick craggy scales. Her hands and feet were talons, the scales running up her calves and forearms to form natural armor. Slits in her dress revealed the armor covered most vital points, and ran along the sides of her neck and jaw before resolving into majestic horns curling back from her temples.
The other, a black woman with large cheekbones, appeared entirely human, but Cait knew she fought as Thoughtless, using an odd sort of weaponized telepathy. Tonight though, a skimpy black dress clung to her dark skin and chiseled physique, a gold necklace adding flair alongside gold netting around one forearm. She wiggled her fingers mischievously at Cait as she entered.
"Hey Cait," she said. "Hope you liked the little photoshoot I helped Lira with."
"Howdy new blood!" Fingerguns greeted, his intonation revealing this group had been doing a little pregaming while Cait and Lira had been doing their own kind of preparation. "Hear tell it's gonna be your first night at The Guillotine?"
"Uh, yeah, howdy," Cait responded, looking quizzically to Lira.
"Yeah, so maybe saying out on the town was a little white lie," Lira averted her eyes as she explained. "Couldn't really be having all the super powered Guardians causing the kind of problems they'd be called to solve every Sunday night, right? Soooooo, Swan set up a club for us in the basement! Well, for you, but pretty much all my friends are Guardians so I go by default."
She grinned evilly down at Cait, massaging her muscular shoulders.
"This is gonna be your real debut, hon'. Hope you're ready to party!"
Rounding up everyone up, Lira led the group into the hall and to the elevator. Fingerguns produced a hip flask, and passed it around, all present taking a swig of sweet, strong bourbon.
"Names Clyde, by the way." He introduced himself as Cait handed the flask back. "Cait right? Caught it from Sandra ridin' your ass."
"That's right!" She replied, extending a hand, which he shook. "Cait Smith, or Amaranthine, for all anyone uses it. Maybe I shoulda picked a shorter name."
"Eh, least you picked yours as a full blown adult. I was Altered early, joined the Guardians at 18. Thought Fingerguns would be funny."
"I mean, you're not wrong, especially given what those things can do. Nothing wrong with being underestimated."
"Heh, appreciate it." Clyde said, clapping Cait on the shoulder. He indicated the other two women, all trading compliments with Lira. "You met LingQi or Bri yet?"
The women turned their attention to Cait and Clyde at the sound of their names. They each smiled, Draconic identifying herself as LingQi, or Qi for short, and Thoughtless as Bri. Cait probably could have guessed that, but best to be sure. Bri slid a hand around Clyde's waist possessively.
"Clyde tells me you've been kicking ass in the Dreamscape, Cait." Bri said, her voice higher than Cait had expected. "Hope I get to see you in action soon, the news footage never does us justice."
"I dunno," Qi said, letting flames lick out from her throat as she spoke. "I think I look pretty impressive on TV."
"Damn right you do," Cait agreed, extending a hand for a high five. She'd seen Draconic bbq bad guys more times than she could count. Qi hesitated, looking at her talons. "Don't you worry about that, if those things can hurt me, better we find out in an elevator on campus, where Lira can kiss it better."
Qi shrugged and slapped Cait's hand, which remained unshredded.
"Technically racist of you to be a dragon though. Makes us whites feel uncomfortable for noticing," Cait said, teasing, but…..
"Not you, apparently," Qi said with a slow smirk. "I will try to be more considerate in the future. Anyway, I can't say your powers are too flashy, Amaranthine, but damn if that body of yours isn't getting a lot of airtime."
Qi showed a mischievous grin filled full of big sharp teeth.
"I, for one, applaud our media for that!" Lira responded, doing a mock golf clap, which everyone else took up while Cait theatrically bowed.
"You seen the Smart Script on you yet?" Qi asked, face the picture of someone with tea to spill.
"Uh, nope?" Cait responded, and Qi produced a phone. The screen was pretty scratched up, but as Qi turned it towards her she could make out a headline.
AMARANTHINE: LEGEND OR LECH?
The big capital letters hung over a photo of a nude Cait mid-kick to the slain Titanocarp.
"Why can't it be both?" she asked, winking to a surprised Qi.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened onto a huge room. Light came mostly from neon, splashes of pink and blue painting DSM's bravest and boldest alongside support staff like Lira. The center was a large, crowded dance floor, with surrounding booths and tables to enjoy whatever you got from the long bar on the opposite side of the room. Electronic music pulsed in time with the bodies on the dance floor, and Cait saw Bubb-Bill in DJ mode holding court inside a booth suspended from the ceiling.
Lira led the group to a table, declaring it home base. Cait came up behind her, kissing at the back of her neck.
"What am I getting you to drink?" she purred, as Lira reached back to run her hand through Cait's hair.
"Mmmm, if John's at the bar, Long Island, if it's Jane, Cosmo." She ordered, arching her neck back to kiss her. Cait got orders from Clyde, Qi, and Bri; Jack and Coke, Long Island and White Russian respectively, and made her way to the bar. A man with 6 arms put on a hell of a show as he mixed multiple drinks at once, each getting its own juggling routine. When he had a set of arms free, he cocked an eyebrow at Cait as she leaned on the bar.
"John, right?" She got a nod, and gave the order, adding an extra long island for herself. A short but dazzling show later, she had a tray of drinks to ferry back to the table. She returned to actual applause, and cheers'd to the night, and to new heroes.
Bri was quick to down her drink, and looked hungrily at Clyde, whisking the Cowboy off to the dance floor the second he'd finished his own. Lira watched them go, looking to Cait just as the Amazon threw back the end of her drink and held out a hand to her. Lira feigned surprise, dropping her jaw and bringing a hand to her chest before taking the hand. She was actually surprised when Cait pulled her close and up, tossing her into a shoulder carry steadied by a hand on her ass cheek. Cait hesitated, then, held out the other hand to Qi. The b dragon lady looked skeptically at the pair, but took the hand, yelping as Cait tossed her onto the other shoulder.
Partners acquired, Cait strolled to the dance floor, hearing the women laugh behind her back. With a spin, she deposited both of them back on their feet. The song was fast, but before they started to move Cait didn't miss the interested look in Qi's ruby red eyes. Lira backed up to Cait, reaching up and over her head to lace her hands behind Cait's neck as the Amazon's hands explored the exposed skin of her stomach. Qi swayed in front of them, watching Lira move, and Cait had to wonder if it hurt, biting her lip like that, with those sharp teeth.
Lira pressed back into Cait's crotch, fingers stroking along her neck as she quickly brought her cock back to attention. The thin material of their dresses did almost nothing to muffle the feeling as she worked the shaft in between her cheeks. Lira met Qi's gaze, removing a hand from Cait's neck to beckon the dracoling in close. It was strange to see a mouth full of sharp teeth give a shy smile, but that's what Qi wore as she shimmied up to Lira, pressing her own toned body against the redheads. Her stomach sandwiched Cait's hands against Lira's abs, so Cait, locking eyes with Qi for approval, moved her hands to Qi's hips.
They felt odd under her grip, firm but soft flesh ridged with steel-hard scales. Cait traced the border, Qi's fangs finding her lower lip as it looked like Cait had found a sensitive point. Qi drew in a sharp breath, as Lira, not one to be left out, kissed at Qi's collarbone. The three swayed like that, losing everything but each other and the music throbbing in their ears. Cait couldn't tear her eyes away from the vertical pupils of Qi's. The fire in the woman wasn't all contained in her throat, and flames both literal and lustful burned in between the crimson irises. Her cheeks were flushed, and Cait realized she'd lost track of one of Lira's hands, but had a good guess where it might be.
The feeling of something sliding across her ass and up her back sent a shiver down Cait's spine, and she finally tore her eyes from Qi's to find a thick, powerful dragon tail wrapping around her. It coiled up to her neck before pulling her down, bringing her mouth to Qi's. The woman's breath, heavy with lust, was an inferno in Cait's mouth.
Honestly, Lira whoring me out to her friends that would kill anyone else in the bedroom is a total win-win for me.
Qi's lips were soft and full, a stark counterpoint to the sharp tips of her teeth. Cait ran her tongue along that razor ridge, both because she found it oddly arousing, and to show Qi that nothing her body had to offer was going to hurt Cait. Either the message got across, or Lira's missing hand did something right, because Qi chuffed out a gasp that bathed Cait's throat in fire. Her ruby eyes went wide to find Cait smiling, bringing a hand up to the back of her neck to stop her from pulling away.
Cait felt a tapping on the back of her own neck, looking down to see a panicked Lira. Between Qi's tail, the fire, and both of the powerful women's growing lust, things were growing dangerously tight for the short sparkplug. Cait chuckled, tapping on Qi's tail to release the pair. She did, reluctantly.
"Whew!" Lira yelled, barely audible over the music. "That was, literally, super fucking hot. Qi, could you grab me something to drink?"
The dragonlady smirked at the obvious dismissal, but just asked if Cait wanted anything as well before making her way to the bar. Lira brought her hands to Cait's shoulders, facing her this time.
"So, I didn't plan that," she said, surprising Cait. She had been almost certain Lira had been angling to be the meat in an amazon-dragon sandwich from the beginning. "Buuuuuuut I don't hate it!"
Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Qi's hot, figuratively, literally, whatever, and I think you've probably noticed she doesn't have a lot of dating options. Guarantee we can make this happen if you're open to it?"
Open? Are you fucking kidding? Cait let those words remain a thought for now. If that hadn't been Lira's goal, was this meant to be a night just for them? If Lira was worried about Cait heading out, she wasn't sure a three-way was the best way to address those feelings.
"So, full disclosure here," Cait started, "I definitely thought that was the plan. If it wasn't, and you aren't absolutely sure you want it to be, I'm yours for the night.
Better to be direct. Lira smiled at her concern, but laughed and shook her head.
"What about me letting my best friend ride along in my head while I fuck you makes you think I'd be possessive?" She asked, making a damn good point. Her face lost the teasing grin a second later though. "Listen, Cait. I don't want you to think and I are just sex, because we're not. I think both of us realize there's more than that here, I mean, you can only make each other cum so many times before feelings get involved. But I also think you're like me, where sex is more of a fun way to spend an evening than a sacred vow of commitment between staunch monogamists."
Cait took a second to decipher that. She had the suspicion Lira was one of those folks that, while not appearing stupid, was still way smarter than they liked to let on.
"Yeah, uh, I think so too?" she responded lamely, before forging ahead with her concerns. "But, things aren't as separated as you just made it sound. I might be an insatiable fuckbeast, but let me know when I need to just be your insatiable fuckbeast, even if it's just for a night."
Lira kissed her, soft and deep. She had a comfortable smile on her face when she pulled back.
"For now, that's enough." She replied before her grin turned deliciously evil. "Now, lets fuck this sexually frustrated dragon! I'd feel bad for letting my fingers get pruny inside her otherwise."
On cue, Qi returned with drinks, notably just water for Lira, who chugged it gratefully. The other two women bopped to the music as they sipped their drinks, exchanging looks that let the other know exactly where the night was heading. Lira grabbed their empty glasses and took them to the bar, stopping to kick Cait's ass towards Qi with her heel. It wasn't enough to move her, but Cait stepped toward her anyway.
She took Qi's waist in her hands, feeling the stark contrast between her scales and her skin. The song coursing through the overhead speakers was made for grinding, and Cait started to spin Qi around, before realizing the thick, armored base of her tail probably wouldn't feel great even on the world's toughest dick 'n balls. She turned the move into a step into her, pushing her thigh between Qi's legs. Cait wrapped one arm around Qi's waist, keeping her pulled tight. Qi was tall, but Cait still had a couple inches on her, so her face was angled up towards Cait as the indestructible beauty met her supernova kiss.
Without Lira between them, Qi let her draconic strength take center stage. Cait felt her tail slide around her and underneath her cheeks, before lifting all 800+ lbs. of her like it was a stiff drink. She found herself giving the surprised giggle she was used to being on the receiving end of, as the show-off nuzzled into her breasts, now at eye level. She gasped and laced her fingers into Qi's pitch black hair as the heat of her breath washed over her chest. Qi flicked out a long forked tongue over Cait, tickling the sensitive skin of her breasts. She kept eye contact with Cait as she snaked it under her dress, a smile reaching her eyes when Cait bit her lip as it wrapped around a nipple.
With Cait's free hand, she stroked along the scales of Qi's jaw, and along her swooping horns. The woman was impressive, no doubt about that. She was taken by surprise again when Qi slipped a talon under her dress, tracing it along the underside of her balls.
Cait grabbed the tips of Qi's horns, wrenching them downward to crane her neck back, eyes wide as she looked up at Cait. She smirked down at her.
"Naughty," Cait said, leaning down to kiss her. Qi wasn't holding any of herself back anymore, and her long tongue tickled Cait's throat as it wrapped around her own.
Thank god I don't have to worry about those teeth, because I'm gonna enjoy that later.
Qi brought Cait's feet back to the floor, letting her deepen their kiss without having to bend in half. Cait felt another, human, hand on her waist and opened her eyes to meet Lira's over Qi's shoulder. She was trailing kisses over the border where Qi's armor met skin at the base of her neck, making her release a steel-melting moan into Cait's mouth. Cait drew back, breathing the fire out of her lungs to a few gasps from the surrounding dancers. She brought her mouth around to Qi's pointed ear on the same side as Lira, who stood on her toes to nibble at the tip.
"I bet your room is fireproof," Cait whispered, before pulling back to wait for a response. Qi's face was a mess of emotion, with animal lust, frustration, and what seemed like it was normally a fairly demure personality warring across her features. The first two won out, and biting her lip, she nodded.
Cait stepped back, lacing her fingers with Qi's talons.
"Why don't you show us?"