Chapter 3 - On Femme Fatales: Part 3

                                                 On Femme Fatales
                                                      by Volpone

                                                          Part 3


          Deciding to change the subject more firmly, Mirage said, “I believe you were speaking
of demonstrating some more of your talents.”
          She unhooked the sapphire necklace from her throat, and setting it on a side table,
turned her back to him and held her hair aside, exposing the closure on the back of her dress.
          He chuckled and said, “In other words, ‘shut up and help me out of this’, eh?”
          “Something like that, yes.”
          The static closure opened easily when he triggered the release. Turning back to him,
she looked at him with a gaze that didn’t leave any doubt to her intentions and took the top of
her dress in hand and loosened it from her shoulders, allowing it to fall away naturally. This
time, she didn’t make any move to cover herself. Slipping her hands down, she slid the blue
fabric off her hips and stepped out of it as it dropped low enough. Laying the dress aside, she
looked at Quinn with an appraising gaze, trying to gauge her impact on him.
          Standing there in heals and panties, he thought she was one of the most perfect things
he’d ever seen, her bronze skin a wonderful contrast to her platinum hair. As his eyes slid
down her form, he wondered how he had ever thought she was too thin. She was willowy…
slender with enough curve to make it absolutely plain she was every inch a female.
          “Aren’t you a bit overdressed for the occasion,” she asked pointedly.
          “I’ve learned one thing about women. Never anticipate what they’re going to do next.”
          “Would you prefer I put this back on?” she asked, pointing to the dress she had laid
aside.
          “I think we can manage without it for the moment.”
          His outfit joined hers with the exception that he ended up in nothing except the two
rings he always wore.
          “My… I think they may have named the wrong man ‘Mr. Incredible’,” she said, her eyes
telling exactly what she found 'incredible'.
          “Blatant flattery to bolster my poor male ego?” he asked, moving closer.
          “It’s flattery only if it isn’t true, and it’s normally considered polite to return a
compliment.”
          He put his arms around her and said, “You actually need someone to tell you that you
look like a goddess?”
          “Not ‘need’, but it’s still nice to hear.”
          “Then in that case, I’m in trouble, because I don’t think there’s a superlative to say how
beautiful you are. What’s beyond incredible? Surpasses exquisite? Redefines perfection?”
          “What was that about 'blatant flattery'?”
          Instead of replying, he lifted her right hand and moved her into a dance turn easily,
making her pirouette under his arm. She chuckled as he sent her into another. Before he
could spin her into a third, she lifted her left leg and hooked it behind him in a tango move,
bringing herself up tight against him, smiling up into his face.
          “I feel dizzy enough around you, thank you,” she claimed.
          He let her arm down, but instead of letting her relax, he put his right arm around her
waist and lifted her off her feet.
          She gasped in surprise and threw her other leg around his waist as well, putting her
arms around his neck to give her a more secure hold.
          Laughing, she said, “Stop playing the fool and put me down before you hurt yourself.”
          He raised his eyebrow and replied, “And you said you knew just how super I was. Hold
still,” he ordered her, and he shifted his grip, putting his right hand under her wonderful
derriere. “Now, let go.”
          “What?” she asked in confusion.
          “Let go of my neck and waist, but don’t wiggle or you’ll spoil my stunt.”
          She did, and he lifted her easily with just one hand, holding her out away from himself,
shifting his center of gravity to counter-balance her.
          Her eyes got even bigger, but she held as still as she could manage, not daring to even
breath deeply. Then she shrieked as he tossed her to his other hand and caught her steadily.
          She panicked and almost dove for him, but he swung her close and into his arms,
handling her as easily as if she were made of down.
          When she didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound trite or simply foolish, he saved
her from the need by explaining, “I don’t get a chance to show off too often. I usually just
dazzle a woman by cooking her a gourmet dinner.”
          “Well, I’m not sure if I’m dazzled, but I’m surprised,” she admitted.
          He deposited her gently on the bed, and the lights dimmed down to a third their former
level and changed to a warmer tone. Music started in the background, soft and sensuous.
          “Hopefully it won’t be the last surprise of the evening,” he said, and he kissed her.
          Kissing him while standing was wonderful. Kissing Quinn while lying down was another
type of experience entirely. It added an intensity when you didn’t have to worry about your
knees giving out.
          He didn’t rush things. Mirage, on the other hand, was a bit impatient. He’d been
playing to all the things which excited her, and she had been ready to get seriously involved
ever since his demonstration in the vault. All of his actions since then had merely added fuel
to the fire.
          Quinn could tell how ready she was, not only by her scent but because her erect
nipples were like a pair of pencil erasers… not a romantic image, but accurate. She was
starting to wiggle a bit more, and he knew she was growing impatient. Since he judged her to
be ready, he moved downward until he could worship her chest for a bit. She reacted by
arching her back and breathing heavily, her hands changing between clutching the back of his
head and clawing at the bed covers beneath her.
          He couldn’t be positive, but judging from her reactions, Mirage wasn’t used to having
her partner lavish attention on her… logical, considering the last schmuck she’d been involved
with had been an arrogant, self-absorbed superhero wanna-be. He’d certainly have felt she
was there for his pleasure, not the other way around.
          Quinn was going to change that.
          After he figured he’d done about all he could to excite her by using her breasts, he slid
further and trailed kisses down her flat stomach.
          As he moved south, she raised her head a bit and asked huskily, “What are you…?” but
he smiled wickedly and kept moving.
          He kissed across the barest wisp of fine platinum blonde hair which adorned her
mound, and then planted a delicate kiss on her labia. Her eyebrows went up high, but then
she purred and ran both hands through his long hair as she chuckled happily and lay back.
          Her passivity only lasted a moment until he brought his tongue into use, playfully flicking it
across her clit, and she gasped loudly and arched up like a rainbow. Her hands grasped his
hair and pulled, and his hands found their way under her backside, taking one cheek in each
hand, holding her there so he could see to her pleasure. She felt his deep chuckle, and he
kept tonguing at her until she let go of him and began clutching and slapping at the covers,
gasping in climax.
          This was something she’d never experienced before (receiving oral sex from a man, not
the climax), but she didn’t object… if she had been able to speak, which she wasn’t at the
moment.
          His busy tongue kept her coming for another minute, but she finally began pushing him
away and he judged he’d pushed her as far as she could handle under the circumstances. He
could wait until they were more used to each other before he tried to make her hyperventilate
until she couldn’t feel her hands.
          He set her back down on the bed and leaned on an elbow, looking up at her and
smiling.
          “Yes?’ he asked.
          She held up a finger, gesturing for him to hold on, but when she opened her mouth to
speak, no words came out for a moment. She closed her mouth, gestured again, then cleared
her throat and managed an almost whispered, “Time out.”
          “Certainly,” he said amiably and sat up on the bed so that he could enjoy looking down
at the spectacular woman he was sharing pleasure with. It really was so delightful, showing a
woman how she deserved to be treated in the bedroom, especially a woman as intelligent,
beautiful, and appreciative as Mirage.
          When she felt she was back in control of her voice enough, she asked, “Has anyone
told you how incredibly smug you look at a moment like this?”
          “You mean today?”
          “I’ll take that to mean ‘yes’.”
          She sat up and crawled up to him, giving him an all-out kiss, and then pushed him
back, making him lie back in the same spot she’d just vacated moments before.
          “Now, if you don’t mind terribly…” she said, and she proceeded down is body much as
he had done with her. She didn’t do more than flick her tongue across his nipples in passing,
but she was eager to get to what she had planed for him. Her lips kissed across the firm
muscles outlined in his abdomen, then down further until she looked up at him and locked her
gaze with him.
          He raised an eyebrow questioningly, delivering something akin to a wordless challenge.
          It was one she was happy to accept, and keeping his attention riveted on her actions, she
licked her lips with an incredibly suggestive smile and wrapped her smile around his erection.
          “MMMMmmmmmmm!” she moaned expressively, as if savoring something incredibly
wonderful, which to her she was. She tossed her head a bit, rotating her lips for effect, and
slithered her tongue up the underside of him.
          He smiled at her performance, his expression wordlessly telling her he was pleasantly
surprised at her expertise.
          Actually, she had an incredible amount of practice at this. Syndrome had been
predictable in his tastes, and fellatio was at the top of his list. Usually, their lovemaking had
been limited to her doing just this for him. It was what he seemed to expect so that was what
she’d delivered. The times when things did proceed further weren’t unknown, but they were a
small percentage compared to the times she simply serviced him until he had finished and that
had been the end of it.
          Now, she didn’t perform because she thought it was expected. She performed because
she wanted to show off a bit for this wonderful man who had already done so much to make
her happy. That, and it made her feel wicked to do this with a man she found herself so
unbelievably attracted to and yet had only known a matter of hours. In this case, feeling
wicked actually made her more excited, and she did her best to show him by playing the part.
          Quinn was surprised by any animated character having any kind of sexual expertise,
but Mirage obviously had been doing a lot behind the scenes, which she proved by smiling into
his eyes as she took down almost three-quarters of his cock. Tossing her head a bit, she
wrapped her lips tight and sucked in her cheeks as tight as she could manage, and again
Quinn was unexpectedly surprised by her ability. He only hoped that her talent would translate
over into non-animated continua. She sucked strongly again and he stopped worrying about
how she did, concentrating on enjoying how avidly she was performing, which was as
enthusiastic as any partner he’d ever had.
          She kept up her stellar performance for another several minutes, but when he showed
no sign of finishing, she decided she’d move them on to something new. In fact, she was
ready to get very serious.
          Giving him no choice in the matter, she threw a leg across him and took matters in
hand. Lowering herself down onto him, she impaled herself, and the look on her face said
clearly ‘oh, my god!’ without a syllable passing her lovely lips. She did, on the other hand,
gasp and pant several times as she tried to adjust to the phenomenal feeling of him inside her.
It was, very simply, the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. Though she had plenty of
experience, the men in her history had been fairly typical males in the bedroom, more
concerned with themselves than with her pleasure. Now, she had found a man who was the
reverse.He put his hands on her hips and held her up so that he could slowly stroke up into her.
Her eyes rolled upward, her eyelids dropping down to half-mast, and she gave a deep, throaty
whimper which could only be interpreted as exactly as the pure sexual ecstasy it so clearly
mirrored. Any further and it would be the expression the Japanese referred to as ahegao.
          After just a minute or so, Mirage again grew impatient. She could feel an incredible
orgasm building steadily, and she didn’t want to delay it any more. It had been a while since
she’d had a good orgasm with a man in the bedroom, so putting her hands on his, she took
control and started raising and lowering her pelvis, fucking him faster while putting just the
perfect amount of pressure on her erogenous zones. Her little moans and gasps started
growing more emphatic as she quickly built up to a peak. She swiveled her hips, clutching at
him with the muscles lining her amazing cleft.
          And then she was bouncing on him, her gasps turning into a whimper which swelled
louder and louder until she was joyfully romping away and crying out blissfully as she came.
Mirage always enjoyed sex. It was in her character as a ‘vamp’. But this was something totally
new for her. She bucked and climaxed harder than she’d ever felt in her life, leaving even her
most enjoyable previous orgasm far behind.
          Time for a bit more demonstration, he thought.
          In this universe, she was what could be termed a ‘spinner’. He knew that she liked
feeling overpowered, so he took back control and held her by the hips, but instead of thrusting
up into her, he lifted and lowered her onto himself. She weighed so little to him it was almost
effortless. He even managed to move her energetically enough to make her perfect, modest
breasts bounce in the process.
          And she went ballistic.
          One moment she was enjoying the best orgasm of her life, the next she was completely
non-verbal, her eyes rolling up in her head and her ‘oh, my god!’ expression taking over
completely. She didn’t cry or moan or whimper. She couldn’t do anything except pant
raggedly and come like never before. He didn’t even have to use his Talent.
          After he could tell she was at the limits of her orgasmic endurance, he slowed things
down and let her settle down, impaled full length on his still rigid cock. Her eyes were closed,
her perfect lips open as her breath came in slowly easing gasps, her nipples as tight and hard
as any he’d ever seen. She leaned forward slightly and he let her slowly collapse onto him
where her arms found their way under his arms, clutching him close by holding him by the
shoulders. She continued panting and held him close, so he encircled her with his arms and
stroked her sleek, platinum hair.
          After a minute or two, she regained enough use of her vocal cords to purr blissfully as
he continued to pet her, and she wiggled a bit to give herself just a tiny bit of vaginal
stimulation again. Eyes still closed, she bit her lower lip and smiled a happy, sultry smile,
trying to decide if she wanted to move or simply lay there in the incredible afterglow.
          Finally, she knew she was going to have to move, either to remove him from herself or
continue on to round two, but before she did, she felt compelled to try to tell him how much
she had enjoyed herself already. She lifted her head and put her weight on her elbows so she
could look down into his smiling face.
          “I admit I’ve had an occasional super in the past, but you… If you ever decide to
change your name, maybe you should consider something like ‘Mister Hyper-Climax’ or
‘Super-Orgasm Man’. That is part of your power, isn’t it? Like what you did in the vault?”
          “What I did in the vault was what might be called a power of mine, but what we just did
was purely physical, no powers involved other that a man and a woman doing what nature
designed them to do.”
          “And doing it amazingly,” she replied. “You mean that didn’t have anything to do with
you being a super?”
          He gave a small shrug.
          “Only in so far as I’m more aware of how you’re reacting. My senses are more acute
than normal, so I can react to your feedback better than most.”
          “Make that ‘better than any’.”
          “Thank you. You’re pretty super yourself.”
          “But you didn’t even…” She let it trail off but moved her hips slightly, letting the slippery
friction of their genitals say what her words didn’t.
          “No, but I’m sure you can manage that easily enough.”
          “Oh?” she asked, unsure exactly what he meant.
          “If you have another orgasm like the last one, I doubt I could hold off again because
there’s nothing sexier to me than you are at that moment.”
          “Oh,” she repeated, this time not making it a question. “I’m not sure if I can survive
another one like that,” she said, the after a moment she smiled a suggestive smile and added,
“But I might be willing to try.”
          “Then let’s see if we can’t make it a successful evening all around.”
          Keeping her impaled, he picked her up and shifted around until he could lower her back
down to the bed, this time with her underneath him. Once she was positioned, she helpfully
wrapped her legs around him and wiggled a bit to let him know she was ready.
          He took the hint and slowly started moving, stroking long even strokes into her hot,
slippery canal as she made throaty, encouraging sounds.
          Though he was in control, he let her set the pace, following the tilt of her pelvis and the
clenching of the muscles lining her talented vagina.
          As he sometimes did at improper moments, Quinn thought, Why the hell was
Syndrome off trying to impress anyone instead of at home trying to put this phenomenal
woman into orbit?
          The fleeting thought skipped through and didn’t remain because Mirage started
moaning louder and making occasional gasps, telling him that she was rapidly approaching
her goal.
          She was too slender for him to be comfortable putting much of his weight on her. He'd
need to wait until they were back in a non-animated continuum before trying that, but her tiny
size did make her ideal for one thing.
          He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her lower half as he leaned back to vertical,
then shifted his legs until he was kneeling. This let him hold her in position, and he raised
them both just a bit to be up off his haunches.
          It freed his hips so he could hold her at just the right angle so he was aimed slightly
“upward” in relation to her, pressing the wide flare of the head of his cock so it ran heavily
along the roof of her fabulous pussy all the way back. It put a bit of a bend on him, but he
could manage without any discomfort.
          “Oh... my... god...” she moaned, and her hands clawed at the covers beneath her as
she was pushed over the edge into a series of climaxes that pushed up, crowding her
pleasure center and threatening to make her pass out.
          He kept her like that for just a couple of minutes, but it was long enough because he
realized soon that she was trying to tell him something but her voice couldn't find the words.
Quinn knew from her expression she was maxed out, and when he slipped into her
nervous system to check on her, he discovered her hands were numb, the result of her
hyperventilating, just as he'd intended to wait on. He'd gotten carried away because she was
so responsive and appreciative.
          He let go of his his climax reflex and gave her a warning by his rising groan of pleasure,
but she made no indication for him to pull out. Perhaps she wasn't worried, or perhaps she
simply wasn't thinking about the chances of getting knocked up. It was irrelevant since
Quinn's fertility-reversal implant should still be good for a couple of months still, and his body
had no chance of passing on any virus or the like.
          His fingers clutched at her ass and he stroked into her hard as he came, jolting her
enough to make her shake with each thrust as she gave a final squeal and arched her back up
high, staying there and shaking violently for several tense seconds before falling back
exhausted, unable to come any more.
          Gathering her up into his arms, he left them connected at the hips as he cradled her
against him, stroking her hair and down her graceful back, not making any move more than
holding her until she was ready to change position on her own.
          After about a minute, she gave a deeply pleased moan, and her arms came up to go
around him, holding herself even tighter to him, and it wasn't until she shifted slightly and
reacted to the quantity of cum running back and off the low point of her delightful backside that
she indicated a desire to move.
          She kissed him unhurriedly, then grimaced.
          “My god, how many of you were there?” she asked after regaining her voice, looking
down at the mess they had left of the bed, and laughed.
          “Just the two of us, gorgeous,” he assured her, “but that seems to have been enough.”
          Rising, he held her hand and asked, “Would you care to rinse off?”
          “I think I may need a squeegie or something,” she chuckled, looking down and reacting
to the goo running down the back of her thigh. “Next time, please warn me and I'll spray
myself with cooking spray or something.
          “Is this normal with you?” she asked, clearly appreciating what he'd done with her but a
bit appalled with the aftermath.
          He didn't respond immediately, and she looked at him to find him seemingly lost in
thought.
          “What's the matter?” she asked.
          “Just savoring the moment,” he explained. “It's so seldom I hear the word 'normal' ever
used in a sentence about me.”
          She looked at him with a humorous glare as if it were fortunate he wasn't armed with a
suitable weapon at the moment.
          Looking at her, his face took on a kind of 'oh, shit!' expression and said in a small voice,
“Good feeling gone.”
          And he led her into the 'fresher without further comment.

          “So you're saying there are three dimensions in time just as there are three dimensions
in space?”
          He continued to scrub her lovely back as he responded, “That's what Jake says. He's
the one in charge of the Math Section and the one who invented the continua device that lets
us universe hop. It's just that as being with the sensory limitations we have, we can only
experience one, the other two being largely irrelevant to us at any given moment. It's we travel
those other two that we find additional universes. They calculate some ridiculous number of
continua out there, but just the ones we've discovered so far will keep us busy for the next
millennium or two.”
          She flexed her shoulders as his strong fingers ran over her skin.
          “And how many is that?” she asked.
          He thought what he'd heard as the most recent total of confirmed universes they were
keeping an eye on.
          “I think the last figure I recall someone mention was thirty-one-thousand-two-hundred-and-
nineteen, but naturally we don't have people in each of them ourselves.”
          She had been enjoying his distracting her by working on her back, but this brought her
around to look at him.
          “Over thirty-thousand universes? How d... Why...” She stopped.
          “Oh, we don't have operatives in all of them,” he reassured her. “Ninety percent are
only of interest because they have some form of Earth counterpart with a human civilization
that has survived into the Industrial Era. There are over ten-thousand we've cataloged that
never knew the dinosaur-killing asteroid that let mammals become dominant, and millions of
them with Earth that is still in some kind of ice age. We can't worry about them all. Not yet,
certainly.”
          She turned back to the warm water that sprayed from the six heads from her side of the
shower, clearly considering something.
          “You look like you're thinking of something,” he observed.
          “Are there others?” she asked, trying to not seem to concerned. “Others like me?”
          “Like you in what way?” he asked and slipped his arms around her to show he was only
concerned with one person like her at the moment.
          “Other Mirages,” she clarified. “Others versions of me.”
          He surprised her with his answer.
          “Don't know. Don't care.”
          She turned to see if he was serious.
          “You wouldn't be curious to see if there are more like you?” she asked, clearly not
believing that he hadn't investigated this idea himself. “With millions of universes and tens of
thousands that have some version of Earth similar to yours, you aren't curious to see if there
are other versions of yourself out there?”
          He shook his head and smiled.
          “It doesn't matter. To me... the me that lives up here,” he put a finger to his temple,
“and in here,” this time he indicated his heart, “is the me you're looking at and the only one I
can worry about. And the longer this me stays alive to do the job, the harder it will be for the
opposition to eliminate me with some kind of attempt to erase my existence.” He drew her
closer. “And as far as I'm concerned, the only Mirage I'm concerned with is this one right
here.”
          She turned away from him as if she was reluctant to accept his reply, but he was able
to tell that once she was turned far enough away, her expression said she was incredibly
smug with his reply.
