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What did it mean to be a hero?
The air is toxic. It reeks of fresh blood and bodies. The sight before you is nauseating. Which are from humans? Which are the monsters? Does it even matter anymore?
One of the soldiers with you vomits, heaving a cry of holy shit under their breath. You don’t blame them. It’s a ghastly sight, but it’s one you know all too well. It’s the aftermath of a hero. It’s the result of her.
“Abby.” You whisper into the silence. Despite the distance, you know she hears you. She always does.
Her dark silhouette moves. Slow amongst the lifeless corpses. Like a body rising from the grave, an uncurling of something monstrous. The soldiers with you suck in sharp, trembling breaths, guns out and pointed at her. Useless. Don’t they know bullets can’t hurt her?
Bright, icy blue eyes open. They focus on you. No matter how many times you see them, you can’t help but feel captivated. They’re beautiful. They’re dangerous. They’re miles away from you in the midst of destruction, yet in a blink of an eye, they're towering before you.
“Y/N” She breathes your name. Her suit is ripped to shreds, and her braid is completely undone, letting her dirty blonde hair frame her face. There’s blood on her cheeks, but it’s nothing compared to the blood practically soaking her arms and legs.
“Let’s go home.” You reply, and Abby nods, silently lifting her hand. Droplets fall off of her fingertips. They splatter onto your shoes below. It’ll take a while to get the blood out, but you don’t mind.
Your hand holds her own. Fingers slide against blood as they intertwine, trapping the warm liquid between you two. It doesn’t phase you.
This is your job. To make sure Abby remains a hero.
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Abby Anderson. Hero #78. The first success of project Enhance. The deadliest of her kind.
You are her oasis. Or at least, they say you are.
In an age where infected zones released monsters randomly throughout the world, scientists had raced to find ways to stop them. No one knew why these zones appeared or where they came from, but at the very least, they found a way to fight against them.
Enhanced humans were able to go against the monsters, but scientists soon learned that these enhancements came at a cost.
#78 is apathetic and merciless to the point of cruelty.
“Abby wai–!” Her hand grasps your neck, slamming you into the shower wall. Hot water falls over you both, washing blood down the drain.
An incredibly destructive, ruthless individual.
" Hngh…ugh… p-please…” She kisses you recklessly, madly. Sucking on your tongue and lips as though she wants to devour them. Abby tastes of blood and a ravenous fire, burning through your very core.
Prior to the oasis, the number of #78's episodes exceeded thrice a day.
"That's…stop– huu…hmn…haa…" Your body trembles, jolting as she kisses you again and again. Abby bites and suckles until you can't taste the blood anymore, and you don't feel like the water raining down scorches your skin anymore.
Steam pleasantly wraps around your entangled bodies, and it's almost as warm as you are. Abby kisses you hard–as if wanting to steal your breath for her own–ignoring your pleas in favor of tasting your lips once again.
Post the oasis, the number has reduced to once a week. As #78 is essential for humanity's success, so is the oasis.
Your legs give out when she finally steps back, and you gasp on the shower floor, taking in deep breaths. Your lips feel numb and your whole body tingles, hot from how she handled you. Perhaps it was because you were her oasis. You didn't mind the roughness. Not in the way you should .
"...Sweet." Abby mutters as she stares down at you, wet hair shielding her eyes. She traced her fingers across her own red lips, movements slow as if she's processing it all.
#78 "relearns" sensations and emotions via the oasis. Without the oasis, #78 becomes nearly robotic.
Research has yet to understand why.
You don't have a chance to respond, squeaking when she reaches down to haul you back up.
Oh, it's fading. With the new proximity, you could see that her battered muscles were disappearing. Her enhancements were still working on healing her body, and that would mean she would need more of you to reverse the effects of the enhancements.
Of course, you don't have to tell Abby this. She knows. The burning hunger in her knows . She'll draw out everything she wants from you, suck you dry until she's an inkling of a person again…and still it won't be enough.
It's never enough.
"Hngh!" You choke on air, shuddering as two thick fingers thrust into your heat without warning. They sink deep within you, making your toes curl and legs jolt. You weakly push at her wide arms, attempting to make her slow down, but it's useless. Abby simply wraps her free arm around your waist and squeezes, keeping you from squirming away as she fucks you.
"W-wait! Don't press– ah!" Her rhythm is brutal, pressing your sweet spot over and over. You're hardly able to keep up with the pleasure. I'm going to die. It's as if Abby's trying to drown you in it, and you're reduced to endless whimpers and whines.
" Ah …slo…can't…" The shower fills with lewd sounds as Abby has her way with you. Your pitiful noises echo against the tiles, and her soft grunts follow suit. Vulgar squelches from your heat is the only thing to accompany you two, soft under the falling water.
"I, a-already…" Your body is too hot. The shower is too hot. The water is somehow cooler than your burning skin. You're a shivering, trembling mess despite the fire burning in your core.
Does any of that make sense?
She's made a mess out of me again
. You know it when you reach your peak and your whole body seizes up, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.
But it's not enough.
No–once isn't enough for a
beast
hero like Abby, so when she slips her fingers out of you and lifts you up in her arms, you know where her destination is.
The bed.
She doesn't waste time. She's greedy. A hand on the back of your neck forces you to bend down and press your face into the mattress, breathing heavily with anticipation. Abby simply hums. It's soft and short, followed by a curt order.
"Spread your legs." You pause, swallowing slowly. I'm already weak, she won't use it, right? Even if the enhancement clouds her judgment, clearly Abby could see what she's already done to you is more than enough… right?
You comply with her command, risking a peek back. You're scared to see her towering silhouette and catch her glowing eyes that scream inhuman. However, instead Abby…smiles.
It's small. The tiniest quirk of her lips. Yet it's breathtaking. It's reminiscent of how she is on days she doesn't use her powers. On days her mind is at peace .
"Good girl," the sound of her strap is all too familiar, making your heart pound. Abby fastens it on with deliberate slowness, not bothering to look at you as her small smile spreads into a smirk.
"Such an obedient little doll…" The quiet murmur makes you blush. You're unsure if it's Abby or the hero talking, yet still you feel flustered.
"Abby…i-if you could just go slow at least? Please? G-give me some time to adjust–!" Your plea spirals into a voiceless cry, and you grip the sheets as Abby thrusts the entirety of her strap inside of you.
"No." Her grunt of a response comes with the slap of skin on skin, coaxing out a cry from you. "I can't wait any longer…been dreaming of you since the mission started…"
You can't reply, unable to process much beyond each strength of her thrusts. Her grip on your hips will surely bring bruises, holding you steady as the rest of your body jostles under her will.
"Ah! Ugh, Abby–I can't…" Your hand stretches out in a feeble attempt to escape, but Abby simply intertwines her fingers with your own, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck.
"You can . Breathe baby." Her reassurances only cause tears to fill your eyes, shaking your head just as she buries her dick deeper inside of you.
" Mngh… no-no. Ple–ase, y-you're gonna kill me." Your whine makes her to chuckle, and you squeak as her teeth sink into the back of your neck.
"Yeah? How do you think that'll go? Do I eat you up like this?" She grinds her hips, turned on by the senseless babbling the action brings out of you. She moves to kiss the side of your face, tongue tracing a line of tears on your cheek.
"Even your tears are sweet…" Abby grips your chin, turning you so that she can see more of your messy face. She kisses you without hesitation, continuing to thrust into your sodden cunt. It feels like she's practically eating your moans, humming contently as you gasp and whimper against her lips.
"You're addicting y/n. How can I let you out of my sight?" Abby angles herself to hit your sweet spot, smiling wide as the act brings you to yet another peak. You tremble in her arms, teardrops falling from your eyes as the pleasure becomes too much to bear.
"Beautiful, so beautiful. I can't get enough of you. You're driving me crazy baby..."
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Physical contact assures that the oasis "cleanses" #78. Time and significance of contact may alter rate of cleansing. Further research is advised.
"Break…please…" How long has it been? Your legs and lips feel numb, and your body throbs all over. Various bites and hickeys are scattered across your body, yet still Abby finds space to leave more. Your mind is dizzy, making you mumble half sentences in the wake of your delirium.
"Not yet, just a little longer." Abby's rough voice whispers in your ear as her hips bounce you up and down in her lap.
"You s-said that, last– mmh –last t-time…" You feebly protest, watching Abby with blurry vision before you blink away your tears.
"I did, didn't I? But you're so pretty like this, I can't help it." Abby speaks matter of factly, smiling wide as you mumble desperate pleas inches from her face. Looking at her as she fucks you makes you feel embarrassed, and to her amusement, Abby notices you're more sensitive than before.
"You're feeling it so much. You like this position baby? You like being a mess in front of me?" The dirty talk is definitely a sign Abby is coming back to herself, though it doesn't help with your predicament.
"God, you should see yourself right now." Abby mutters, eyes dark as she thrusts into you. "Would that turn you on even more? Seeing your hole sucking on my dick?" You can do nothing but moan at her words, and Abby laughs–pushing her dirty blonde locks out of her face with a sinister smirk.
"Yeah. I think you'd like that." I'm screwed.
"A-Abby you can't–!" You choke, hands feebly clinging onto her shoulders. But she is, standing up from the bed with you still in her arms and her strap still nestled in your pussy. It's so deep–! You find yourself speechless, struggling to breathe as she reaches in deeper than ever before.
" Hnngh… fuck…no, please, d-don't move…A-Abby I can't. It's too much. It's so-so deep…" Each step Abby takes has you biting your lips, nails digging into her skin. Regardless of your fretful, breathless words Abby simply continues, humming as each step causes shivers to run down your spine.
"But baby I gotta show you the view, don't I?" You blink in confusion at her retort, about to speak when Abby swiftly moves.
It's hard to describe what happens–sensations like lightning crackling through your core. Should the hero use their powers for something like this? To drive a person senseless? It's a sweet cruelty, what Abby decides to do to you, and you can do nothing but let out a mixture of a moan and a scream.
In one fluid motion, Abby lifts you off her strap, turns you around, and rams it all back into you at once.
"Abby!" You're drooling. You're crying. Thick tears fall as she practically rearranges your insides. You don't know where to hold, you don't know what to do–because the pleasure is too much, and pace is too fast, and–
"You see baby? You're smiling." Huh?
In front of the full body mirror, what reflects back at you is your wrecked face. It's full of tear streaks and hazy eyes, dark red cheeks with swollen lips…and your lips are smiling .
It's dumb, dazed smile. It's one of pure ecstasy, of mindless joy, and oh my god, were you enjoying this?
"W-wait, no-no that's not… hmn!" You squeak as Abby goes right back to fucking you, her smug grin from behind making your stomach twist with fluster.
"But the mirror doesn't lie does it? You love it when I'm rough. When I get deep inside you like this…" You jolt, toes curling as Abby grinds her hips. You want to deny it. You want to insist that cleansing the hero brought you no joy at all…and yet?
The mirror shows you moaning with reckless abandon, biting your lip with pleasure. Tears fall, but they aren't nearly enough to compare to the pleasure dripping from your heat.
"So you do like seeing yourself being fucked?" Abby mutters, eyes also pinned on your wet folds through the mirror. She chuckles, lips brushing against your ear as she whispers.
"Quite the dirty little slut, aren't we?" God. You shouldn't feel anything other than embarrassment from her words, yet they're the final push that sends you over the edge. You seize up with a cry, and Abby encourages you as you cum, kissing your temple while all your energy drains out of you.
"You worked hard again baby, sleep well for me, yeah?"
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When you wake, you find yourself wrapped in her arms, comfy with blankets covering you both. Abby's awake, though barely, eyes half open as she lazily smiles down at you.
"Morning." The hoarse voice makes your insides flutter, you softly smile right back.
"Morning. You back?" Abby nods, pinching her nose.
"Yup. Sorry I–I remember how I was in the beginning. I…should have been more gentle. You looked so scared–" You place your hand under Abby's chin before she can work herself up, giving her a chaste kiss across her lips.
"I know. I signed up for this, remember? I know what being a hero entails. I know that the cost of using your enhancements…changes you. But that's what I'm here for, aren't I? To keep you grounded. To keep you, well, you." Abby wants to protest, but she knows you won't allow it. Instead she nods, expression similar to a kicked puppy left in the rain.
"...Still. Sorry for just…in the shower…without warning…and when I threw you on the bed…and when I–"
"One more word, and so help me Anderson, I'm going to spank you. Right here, right now ." Abby gulps in alarm, and whatever fight left in her quickly goes down the drain with a sigh.
"...Yes ma'am. Though I wouldn't actually mind– ow! Ow! Okay, I'm kidding!"