Chapter 20 - The Belated Holiday Special

I don’t own DC Comics or Superbabes: Special Delivery Service.


Christmas Tiiiime, is heee—yeah no, it’s over.

Depressing, right? 

Well even if that may be true, never underestimate the latent power of the appreciation of this magical holiday. Almost three weeks into January and a decent majority of Gotham still has many of its dazzling lights and joy bringing decorations hanging from trees, awnings, window sills, shops, and restaurants.

That and also people are lazy and it’s a bitch to remove every single light from dozens and dozens of 20-story buildings and that massive tree in front of city hall. So what’s a couple of weeks, here or there?

There certainly wasn’t any complaining from the Gotham populace, especially with the still falling snow thankfully covering the grungy sidewalks and alleyways.  One such person enjoying her time out in the colorfully lit city was a strikingly tall and always gorgeous brunette, crunching the snow beneath her black, knee high boots. 

A warm yet delightfully form fitting burgundy snow jacket wrapped snugly around her curves, while tight navy, thermal sweats were skin tight against her ass. The crowd, many men, some women, and some curious young men and boys, struggled not to stare in awe as they parted before her like Buff Moses and the Red Sea. 

Is that sacreligious? Eh, maybe Buff Jesus would disagree.

Anywho, Grace Graves took the many fond looks in stride, sharing a teasing smile on her ruby lips that could make all of the above blush and look away to avoid getting caught staring. 

“Uh um, excuse me.” A polite, little boy squeaked while holding his mother’s hand.

“Hoooly shit, dude.” A young man in a college letterman jacket whispered to his friend. “God, if I had a night with her.”

“Bro, don’t let Jade ever hear you say that.” His friend snickered back. 

“Hubba hubba.” An older man, with chubby cheeks and a chubbier belly leered at her, before having a hand slap the back of his head with enough force to make his eyes go cross.

“And WHO exactly has you so excited Harold?!” A frumpy older woman, in a gaudy fur coat, shrieked past.

“Agh! Nobody! Ow! Nobody you pain in the—OW!”

Grace pursed her lips as tight as she could, to keep from giggling. 

She continued onward as she listened to the many hushed whispers and compliments floating to her ears, turning a corner and finding herself at the opening of a massive lane that was the great Gotham Promenade. Just a short walk in and already she could spot many popular clothing chains, shops, and eateries peeking her interest.

She wouldn’t mind going for a little snack. She had a rather light lunch earlier so she could go for something like Big Belly Burger, Jitter’s, or perhaps a cafe themed food truck parked right in the middle of the lane.

Satisfied with her choice, Grace jogged quickly over to the somewhat long line for the food truck, wondering to herself just how long the wait will be before she can grab a—

“How much is it?”

“$12.88.”

“$12? Uh alright, let me see if I have enough.”

Grace stopped at the sound of that very particular voice. Her eyes tracked through the many people coming and going down the promenade before stopping at the customer at the front of the food truck’s line. Most of the crowd were parents and grandparents waiting for their turn to order delicious, yet overpriced, meals and treats, but there was one person who Grace couldn’t help but single out from the rest. 

It was a young man who looked ready to go on a skiing trip. A black and blue puffer jacket, thick snow pants, and snowboarding boots, with his face entirely covered by a recently purchased ski mask, if the tag still hanging from the neck is any indicator. And from the looks of it super cheap too. Which makes sense considering it’s Gotham. 

There are a LOT of ski masks in Gotham. It’s practically an export.

But what confirmed her suspicions was after the young mystery man paid, he turned his head to look at the waiting crowd, and for a quick second Grace spotted a familiar pair of kind,  brownish green eyes.

“Eli?” She called out.

“Huh?” Eli, definitely Eli, turned his head every which way to look for the voice. His eyes, squinting at first as he tried to discern the origin of the callout, grew wide as they settled on the off duty Superbabe grinning from ear to ear. “Grace?” 

“It is you!” She cheered as she made her way over to her dear friend and previous lover.

“Oh… my god! H-Hey Grace.” He finally registered his friend’s appearance and pulled the ski mask off and over his head, showing off his red, embarrassed face as he took a step towards her.

“Hey, buddy!” The guy in the food truck called out. “Your food and change!”

“Oh. Right. Uhhh…” Eli took a step back to the food truck, stuffing the spare bills and loose coins into his pants pocket and then grabbing a hot coffee and pastry bag. He spun around and moved out of the way of the waiting line, but stopped as he looked for someplace to put his meal. “Sorry, hope you don’t mind. My hands are a little…”

“Of course not. Come here.” She smiled as she pulled him in for a hug, while Eli made his best effort to wrap to hug her back with just his forearms to hold her tight. “Ohhh, it’s so good to see you.”

“You too.” Eli squeaked as she thankfully/unfortunately pulled away from their hug. “I can’t believe I ran into you here. If I knew I wouldn’t have bought something.” He said as he showed off his dual wielding his snack and drink combo.

“It’s a shame you didn’t , because I would’ve gotten it for you.” She teased.

“What?! No! No, you wouldn’t have to…”

“Eh, eh, eh!” She shushed him. “I would have done it and you would have liked it. Now come on, let’s go find a place to sit down.” Grace took hold of the top half of Eli’s unzipped collar and tugged him along in search of a much less crowded place where they could reconnect. “And why do you look like you just came back from Siberia?”

“I’m from the West Coast! It’s cold for me, alright!” Eli grumbled, but remained silent as he sipped his coffee and dutifully followed her. 

The two walked together a little ways down the avenue, looking around for something that would best meet their desired accommodations. There wasn’t really a designated area for sitting down, with most of the tables being fenced in for paying customers of the full on restaurants. But eventually Grace felt satisfied with the outdoor patio of a big bookstore. There were over a dozen metal tables in chairs, bathing alongside the street and passing street goers by the light emanating from the building’s floor to second-story ceiling windows.

“So…” Grace pulled out one of the metal patio chairs and sat down, unzipping her jacket to show off the cashmere sweater fit tightly around her breasts, “when did you come in? And how long have you been here?”

“Well I flew back in three days ago.” Eli dragged his chair away from the table with his leg and took a seat, sipping carefully on his coffee. “And since then I haven’t heard anything from Orders about shifts, and classes start the day after tomorrow, so really I’ve just been hanging at the apartment and preparing for that.” He pulled open his crinkling wrapper and took a bite on a square shaped croissant. Melted chocolate seeped from the bite. “This is really the first time I went out to do something.”

“Well I’m so glad we got to meet up.” Grace beamed, making Eli’s face just a little redder And it’s good to hear you’re settling back in. How was your Christmas?”

Eli said nothing, and just stared at her for a few seconds. While it wasn’t really for very long, the silence was so deafening that Grace couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious.

“It was… good!” He finally said, settling on that one definitive word. “Very good! A little crazy. But good. It can get pretty wild back home but, you know, all in all it was good.” He said while nodding continuously, as if trying to tell himself rather than her. “About… eighty percent good. Eighty, sev-seventy percent. About sixty… percent good.” 

Grace, not needing to be Kathy to see the underlying discomfort, scooched her chair around the rounded metal rim of the table so she could get closer. “Was everything… good?” She asked hesitantly.

Eli, avoiding Grace’s eyes, began to look around. His head pivoted from left to right like he was trying to decide between two sets of ‘right words’. “More or less.” He concluded.

“More ‘more’ or more ‘less’?” Grace asked.

“More ‘less’?”

“It was bad?”

“It was bad.” Eli fully admitted, fessing up to the reality that was his family’s Christmas parties with an expression of frustrated exhaustion on his face. “I mean it’s pretty much the exact same every year, it’s just that it doesn’t get any less, uh, painful to witness.”

“Why? What makes it so painful?” Grace asked, half curious but also half regretting she’d have to make Eli relive his trauma.

“Well. Our family somehow kind of came to the agreement that the entire family would dedicate the holiday season to cutting loose and just… drink as much as humanly possible.” His eyes shut tight and he shook his head, as a flash of memories came back to him. “And there’s so much singing.” 

“Hee hee hee, singing?” Grace gave a teasing giggle. Her mind went wild imagining a holiday evening with Eli’s family.

“Yeees, singing.” Eli said sternly, furrowed brows and all. “Aunts, uncles, grandparents, in-laws, and siblings. How the hell they got my generation in on it I’ll never know. And that’s just on Christmas. And depending on the year for when Hanukkah rolls around? Hugggh.” Eli shivered, tightening his coat and nibbling therapeutically on his croissant. “Mark my words, I’ll show anyone what ‘Eight Crazy Nights’ really looks like.”

Grace watched how after another sip of his coffee, Eli relaxed and settled back into his chair. A sense of longing seemed to be held in Eli’s eyes. She could tell that regardless of how crazy it got for him, Eli loved his family and these kinds of celebrations he shared with them. 

Ultimately she decided not to keep teasing him. She liked the way he looked right now instead.

“So Grace,” Eli sat up from his chair and put up a more chipper expression, “how about you? What did you do for Christmas?”

“Uh, um…” Grace’s body froze. She gave herself a long while to think VERY carefully on how she would answer. “Oh I just… hung out with some… old friends.”

“Ah that sounds cool.” Eli complimented, but he too felt immediately suspicious. “By old friends do you mean, like, before Superbabes?” 

“Y-yeah. From way back.” Grace stuttered slightly, which sent Eli’s mental alarms blaring. He took a minute to give Grace a real good look up and down. He noted how stiff her body was, how wooden her expression felt, especially with her smile gone.

He was treading on really unstable grounds.

“Was it… awkward?” He asked.

Grace looked away. “Well…”

“Or is it just,” Eli interrupted quickly, “awkward, to talk about?”

Grace, feeling more comfortable, looked back to Eli and smiled, albeit anxiously. “A little bit of both. Yeah.”

“You know what? I’ll um, I’m-I’m fine with just… leaving it at that.” And rather than add anything else, he took another sip of coffee.

Grace nodded, but without any real words of affirmation, it left an uncomfortable silence between the two of them. The pair’s eyes drifted away from each other, quite embarrassed and uncertain on what would be the best way to break the ice that had just formed.

“Did you get any good gifts?” Grace asked suddenly.

“Y-yeah!” Eli, for her, perked back up. “A lot of clothes. Some nice, stylish stuff. Nothing super designer that costs a stupid amount of money. My mom, thankfully, got me some of the games I wanted. Grandpa, of course, got me a bottle of—”

“Vodka?” Grace asked, teasingly.

Alright, maybe one more.

“Actually no!” Eli pointed out. “He got me a real fancy bottle of wine from a vineyard in Italy.”

“Hmmm, you too, huh?” Grace mused, much to Eli’s puzzled expression. “Oh, to clarify, Jenny told us that her Christmas plans were to get her freak on with a crate full of French wine.”

“Ohhh cool.” Eli marveled, but soon a particular thought began to form in his dirty little mind. “Wait, does she mean she was going to ‘use’ the wine bottles to uh…” 

“Believe it or not, no!” Grace really struggled to keep herself from laughing all over again. “We had this discussion before, but it’s just drinking, I’m sure. Anything that happened after that on the other hand… it’s anyone’s guess really.” 

“Uh huh… Hey Grace, quick question.”

“Sure. What’s up?” She asked.

“You and the rest of the girls, and Orders, I know you’re all really close with each other…” 

“Some a little more than others.” She clarified. “But yes.”

“R-right. Veronica and Alice and Zoe and Maria immediately come to mind. But uh, I know I missed this Christmas, but for the next one…” Eli braced himself, uncertain if he wanted to hear the answer. “Does everyone… get gifts for everyone?”

“If you’re asking if we all go out to buy thirty something individual and personalized gifts for everyone,” she chuckled, “with the exception of Zoe personally writing cards for everyone, you can rest comfortably knowing that we don’t.”

“Oh thank god.” Eli sighed a breath of relief, leaning back into his chair and taking the last bite of his chocolate filled pastry. “Cuz I swear there are about as many Superbabes as there are in my extended family and we already have an agreement when it comes to gifts.”

“I can imagine. But I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Grace reassured him. “We agreed pretty early on how quickly it would bankrupt us. Given our various tastes.”

“Yeah, other than maybe Tasha, and I guess Zoe, the only kinds of gifts that come to mind for the rest of you guys is like,” Eli paused, looked to his left and right to make sure no one, especially children, was listening, and leaned in close. Grace, humored by his secretiveness, leaned in as well. “Like… sex toy stuff.”

“Pffft! Eli!” Grace giggled, slapping the young man on his arm.

“What?!” Eli’s face burned as he desperately tried to defend himself. “Your job is like the one thing I know you all have in common.”

“And so what, you’d gift wrap us all cheap dildos?” She accused him, in no way, of being remotely serious. And yet…

“… maybe.”

Grace narrowed her eyes sternly into a look that said ‘really?’. But once her point was laid across she eased her expression and reached over to clasp Eli’s cold fingers. “You know, you should be thinking about using your money for yourself.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said while softly stroking her soft skin with his thumb. “It’s just, actually I don’t know. I feel like I should get one of you guys something. Or you at the very least.”

“Sweetie, it’s fine.” She chided. “If anything, I should get you something.”

“You sure? Nothing at all? Seriously, it could be whatever.” Eli insisted. “Whatever comes to  your head.”

“Hmph.” Grace stifled her dirty minded chuckle. “Whatever comes to my… hmmm?” 

Thinking he was leaving Grace to be lost in thought, Eli sipped mindfully on his coffee while his eyes wandered to different people coming and going around them. What he didn’t know was that the only one currently taking up her thoughts was him. 

Not seeing Eli as often as she did before felt just as disappointing as it was to not see some of the girls, like Yaya and Lori, who had gone out of state. She missed his friendly face, sweet demeanor, and how easy it was to tease him. 

That, and, other than that one special Christmas ‘visit’, she hadn’t had very many young men come schedule appointments with her, nor any deliveries since coming back to work. When such a growing itch has become this much of a bother to her, she had an idea who would be best to give her a scratch.

“Eli.” She called to him, grabbing his attention. “Are you doing anything with friends at all tonight? Any plans?” 

“No, I’m pretty much free.” He said. “Why?”

“Well, if you’re interested, why don’t you come over to my apartment?” She offered, sliding her hand over to squeeze and rub his fingers affectionately. “Do a little gift giving. Just you and me… and a night to ourselves.”

Eli’s eyes widened as the spark of realization was quick to ignite his dirty little mind. “Really?” He asked, in awe even as Grace coyly nodded her head. “Well sure! A-absolutely!” Eli visibly perked up, but just as quickly tempered his excitement and scouted around their table for eavesdroppers. “Would I need to go to a ‘store’ and grab any certain… ‘somethings?’ You know. That kind of stuff?”

“Oh my—” Grace gasped, but she too kept her quiet as she looked around and leaned in closer. “Would you really go to a sex shop, and buy something for us?”

“Well,” Eli fidgeted, “If you asked me to.”

Grace chuckled warmly, blessing his pure heart's willingness to join her and the rest of the Superbabes’ slutty ways. “I actually already have an idea for a present we can give each other. And all I’ll really need is for you to bring yourself. Here.” Grace stood from her chair and pulled Eli out of his, bringing him dangerously close to her skin-clinging sweater covered tits. “Do I have your number yet?”

“M-my number?” He stuttered, patting his pockets and pulling out his phone. Considering a goddess of a woman was asking him for his number, of course he’d be a little thrown off. “Uh, n-no. I don’t think I have, or you have, my…” 

“Ugh! I know!” She said with a hint of exaggerated exasperation. “It’s a crime all of us haven’t gotten it yet. We do hang out outside of work, you know, and we would invite you if we can call you silly. Here. Let me.” Grace took a dazed-looking Eli’s phone and tapped in her info, then created a new message to send to herself. “There you go. I’ll text you my address. Let’s say we meet up at my place at say… nine?

“I, yeah. Sounds good.” He agreed, grinning goofily.

“Alright, run along now. Go home, eat well, and rest up.” She spun Eli around, laid a kiss on his cheek, and slapped him playfully on the butt.

“Hey!” He yelped, turning around to walk backwards. “What is it with you girls and my ass?”

“It’s tight and cute.” She joked. “Now go! No spoiling the surprise!”

“Alright, alright!” He turned back around and scurried towards the promenade entrance. “See ya!”

“Bye!” Grace waved and kept an eye on him until he blended in with the rest of the crowd. “Haaa…” she sighed, and took her phone out, looking fondly at Eli’s message that she sent to herself. She wasted no time in texting him the address to her apartment, smiling once she saw Eli’s reply with a ‘thumbs up’ emoji.

But that wasn’t the end to her plans, nor was she done yet with her phone. Grace went into her contacts and scrolled through the long list of names for one in particular. She tapped the attached phone number, and put the phone up to her ear, waiting for the dial tone to change to a familiar voice.

“Ello?”

“Hello, Britney. Did I catch you at a bad time with your pirate?” Grace teased. 

“Huuuuh…” Britney sighed, “This better be good, Grace. Edward just left to drop Jacob over at his mother’s, which means I have twenty minutes to clean myself up to look somewhat proper. Why are you calling? What are you even doing right now, anyway?”

“Oh I’m just downtown.” Grace casually mentioned. “I just met up with a friend of ours who just came back from his time off.”

“Ohhhh! Came back from… ‘his’ time off you say?” Britney’s voice hitched with interest, immediately picking up what Grace was laying down.

“Yes. We’ve made some plans to do a little late-Christmas gift exchange tonight, and I was wondering if I could get some ‘expert advice’ on possible gifts that would really peak his interest?”

There was a pause in the call, but it wasn’t because there was no one there. It was just that Grace could tell Britney was grinning on the other end of the line.

“At your service, love.” Britney chuckled evilly. “What tickles your fancy?”

Later that night.

Eli stopped outside of the apartment door and pulled out his phone. With two shaky hands to support himself, he carefully typed out his message and hit send.

I’m right outside

He stared intensely at the text thread. It was really short, with only a few messages, but what took most of his attention was the name of the recipient at the very top.

‘Grace WW’ and a kiss emoji.

Eli took in a deep breath and let it all out in one big exhale, then tugged at the neck of his shirt while letting his puffer jacket drape off of his shoulders. He had showered before he left his apartment, but a cramped Gotham subway ride and a lot of time to let his mind run scenarios of the night ahead left his chest and armpits damp with sweat.

This was in part thanks to the small part of his brain that was mentally pumping its fist in the air. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, getting another night of passionate lovemaking with Grace… off the clock! Her body, her kisses, her voice, her pleasure. He was getting his chance to feel all of it again.

The sound of muffled padding against the carpet knocked Eli out of his train of thought. It grew louder, stopping behind the door in front of him before being pulled open, revealing Grace clutching the collar of a blue robe together in one hand while supporting the towel wrapped around her hair with the other.

“Well hey there.” Grace purred, with just a subtle bite on her bottom lip. 

“H-Hey, Grace.” He said while getting a generous eye full of the soft valley that was her bountiful cleavage. An eye full that made his dick flex instinctively in his jeans. “Did I catch you in the middle of anything?”

“Not at all. You’re right on time.” She cooed, as her hands rather sensually tied her belt together. “Come on in.”

“Yeah I uh…” his mind stalled as he watched the silky fabric tighten against the curve of her breasts. Huge peaks of flesh contained within a flimsy prison of silk.

“Hee hee hee, well don’t just stand there, sweetie.” She giggled as she took both of his hands in hers and pulled him willingly into her apartment. A grave mistake, considering how her slowly opening robe and teasingly exposed skin of her cleavage and stomach was blowing up Eli’s synapses by the dozen. Thankfully as he felt his feet stepped inside to the foyer, Eli’s brain had enough time for a soft reboot, giving him the opportunity to take in the atmosphere of Grace’s apartment. 

The first thing Eli noticed, once he started looking everywhere other than his deliciously soft bodied hostess, was the massive space containing the kitchen and living room, all merged into one big space. On Eli’s left, the kitchen counter, cupboards, and appliances were placed to mold into the corner like one big L, with a ‘not expensive’ marble island countertop sat in front to designate the boundaries of the still ‘square’ kitchen. 

On the opposite side, with just a rug used to separate the two spaces, was the living room. A gray couch was placed right in the middle of the room facing the front door and the, at first, unseen flatscreen sitting comfortably atop a black wood TV stand. A glass coffee table sat between the two, with a couple magazines, remotes, and an open book placed pages down against the glass. Upon further inspection, the book appears to have come from the black wood bookcase against the wall on the right side of the room, right next to a pair of closed double doors.

Looking at its entirety, it was a much more modern design compared to Eli’s brownstone and Koji and Rosa’s posh suburban. This basically meant it had a slightly bigger floor space that wasn’t as stretched thin as Eli’s place, with a lot of white with hints of black and grays to make the whole apartment feel brighter instead of rather drab (no offense Eli) brown and yellowish tones. 

“Wow.” Eli was mesmerized for a completely different reason.  

“You like?” Grace asked.

“Your place is beautiful.” He marveled. “It looks SO much better than mine.”

“Hey, I like your place.” Grace pouted.

“Yeah right! You just like it because it’s for college boys.” Eli teased. 

“Maybe,” Grace grinned sinfully, fully caught in the act, “I just like that a particular ‘college boy’ lives there.” 

Sneaking up behind him, Grace clasped her hands on Eli’s hips and gently pressed her body onto his back. As easy as turning a dial, Grace made his body temperature shoot up higher than a rocket, making the air around him feel cold against his steaming skin. Eli swallowed the lump in his throat, and took in a steady breath. 

“Here, let me help you with your coat.” She said quite normally, snapping Eli out of what he thought was an intimate moment.

“Oh. Thanks.” He said, letting his arms slip free.

Grace folded up the puffy jacket and walked over to her couch, of course, bending over to lay it down. “You know it’s really not that cold out there.” She said, shimmying her hips. “I don’t think you need to have a jacket this thick.”

“Yeah but uh,” Eli stared, “it’s still… snowing… somewhat.” 

“Oh what, like two inches in the last week?” She snarked playfully over her shoulder, technically catching him in the act but she hardly minded. She stood up and walked back to him, giving him a look up and down. “This kind of snow is light for Gotham. And I doubt it’s worth it to dress up if you’re sweating that much underneath.”

Eli looked down at the very obvious dark and damp patches staining his shirt’s armpits and chest. “Uh, yeah.” His face slightly reddened. “It was a little packed on the subway.” 

“So why don’t you strip down and take a shower?” Grace asked huskily, practically staring him down.

“Yeah, I can… I can do that.” He said to the other ‘reason’, standing in front of him, that had made him sweat in anticipation. “Especially since you’re already done with it.” He gave his hand for Grace to take in hers, and lead him toward a pair of stylish, sliding double doors on the far right wall.

With seemingly just a light touch, the doors slid open to reveal her bedroom. A low to the floor, king sized bed with a black, wrap around platform bed frame, burgundy covers, and a cushioned headboard dominated most of the space. A couple of nightstands flanked either side of the bed, as well as two different doors, both with a kind of translucent screen in the center. 

“Bathroom’s over there.” Grace noted as she led him over to the door on the left. The light was already on, and there were still a couple of pieces of stray clothing strewn on the ground or hanging on the towel racks. “I’ll just be over here if you need anything.” She pointed over to the other door, which presumably was her closet. “You get cleaned up, but don’t take too long.” 

“Yeah! No, of course. I’ll be quick.” He reassured her, already walking inside and kicking his shoes off into the corner.

“Don’t put any of those sweaty clothes back on, okay?” She said, peeking mischievously around the door. “I left a little something for you to wear on the sink.”

“Oh, uh, sure. If you’ve got something.” He said hesitantly while pulling his shirt off and over his head and dropped it to the floor, then moved to unbuckle his pants. He was unzipped and had his jeans down to his thighs when he suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“Oh, uh,” he said rather red faced to a grinning Grace. “I’m just gonna…” and he reached over to hit the door closed.

As soon as she heard the shower spraying, Grace covered her mouth in a fit of girlish giggling. She couldn’t help it. He was too cute when he was nervous.

She let out a relaxed sigh, content knowing all her pieces were now in place, and pulled the towel from her head and tossed it aside. Her already washed, dried, and brushed hair tumbled and bounced majestically down her back like every shampoo hair commercial ever. She then loosened the belt from her robe and let it slip free off of her naked body to pool onto the carpet.

Grace stretched her arms high up in the air, glancing over her shoulder at the full-length mirror Eli passed, by the doorway. Her ass looked perfectly soft and curvy in the reflection, so she gave a little wiggle before giggling over to her closet, closing the door behind her so nobody could be spoiled by her surprise.

Meanwhile, behind the closed bathroom door, the spraying shower was turned off and the sound of a squeaky towel rack can be heard. Wet feet padded around the tiled floor as they  made their way over to the sink in search of Grace’s provided clothing.

“Is this…? Uh, okay then.” 

What sounded like rustling cardboard replaced his befuddled words, followed by a quick snap of elastic. The door squeaked open, and Eli peeked just his head out, looking left and right for any ‘non-existent’ Peeping Toms hoping to ogle his skinny body. Satisfied, or as satisfied as he can be given his state of dress, Eli bravely stepped back into Grace’s bedroom wearing Grace’s gift: a pair of red, silk designer trunks that rode high up his thighs and fit comfortably, yet tightly to his skin. 

Despite the warmth of the room he hugged his arms, hunched over, and kept his overall profile small as he walked over and sat down on the bed. Which was a shame because, contrary to what he believed, the trunks complimented his skinny frame, making him look similar to the 20-something model on the box. 

Coincidentally that was the reason why Grace bought that particular designer brand.

He fidgeted as he waited, tapping his toes and taking glimpses at the many pictures of artistic Gotham cityscapes and of Grace together with other Superbabes, when finally he heard the closet door opening.

“Merry Christmas, sweetie.” 

Eli searched in the direction of Grace’s voice. He did find her… but he lost his jaw along the way.

Sexy Mrs. Claus. 

Grace stepped into the room as the sinful rendition of the leading lady of Father Christmas himself, standing in a pair of open toed white high heels. Open so that Eli could see as much of her spotless, white stockings that traveled all the way up her thighs and stopped just short of the fur trim of a red, velvet dress. That same fur trim lined the dresses neckline, framing the deep, wondrous valley of her cleavage while a simple, black belt helped tightened the fabric below it. Red, elbow length gloves trailed their fingers up the velvet expanse, sliding up her stomach to the curve of her bountiful covered breasts to the velvet straps arching over each shoulder. And on the top of her pretty little head, a Santa hat to complete the ensemble.

Just the mere sight of this Christmas goddess, staring lovingly at him with smoky eye shadowed eyes, smiling at him with soft, ruby red lips, had his member already twitching in anticipation.

“Hee hee hee!” Grace giggled at his dumbstruck face and gave a little twirl, letting the short hem of her dress flutter up to reveal her white, lace panties. “What do you think?”

“I—Marry me to Tahiti?” Eli blurted out, slurring his speech like he was drunk, before shaking his head and squinting hard. His eyes opened wide and searched for Grace, who struggled to cover her smile with her hand. “I am so sorry. I think I just had a stroke.”

“Ha ha haaa!” She giggled looking at his reddened face, but was hardly upset at him. Instead she smiled as she gave her best runway walk, and gave a little shimmy as she took a seat right next to him, scooting her hips into his so she could get as close as possible. She took his face into her gloves hands and looked deep into his sweet eyes. “I’d love to, but I’m respectfully going to have to say no, sweetie.” 

Eli nodded rapidly, more than willing to leave his proposal as an affectionate accident. “Yup. Yeah, I’m definitely fine with that. It’s just… “he looked down at her ensemble, and closed his eyes tightly in the hope of protecting himself from Superbabe induced delirium. “God, you look so beautiful. I wish sexy Mrs. Claus existed in real life.” 

Oh, Eli. If only you knew.

“And you look so handsome, Eli.” She cooed, rubbing a teasing finger against his pec. “Are you happy with your gift?”

“So very happy.” His voice trailed in awe. “Although,” he said in a much more sober voice, “Christmas is over, so I guess it is a little weird to see you dressed like this in, well, January. Heh heh.”

“Oh?” Grace said, turning her nose in the air and acting like she’d just been insulted. “Well if sexy Mrs. Claus doesn’t belong here, do you want her to go away?”

Eli’s arms shot out and wrapped tight around Grace’s body, pulling her so they were nose to nose. “Please no!” 

“Ha ha haa!” Grace laughed happily at his enthusiasm, grabbing the back of Eli and pulling him in, face first, into her heavenly cleavage. “Well good. Because all ‘Sexy Mrs. Claus’ wants is to share gifts with a very good boy. Have you been a good boy this year?” She asked as her hand slid down his body and teasingly pinched the twitching, silken tent between Eli’s legs.

“Y-yeah.” Eli gasped himself free from her tits.

“Oh!” She breathed huskily in surprise, letting her fingers pet his covered member, feeling it grow harder and harder with each stroke. “Is this my gift, sweetie?”

“Uh… uh huh.” Eli shivered, struggling to keep up with their intimate dialogue. “I-I got it… just for you.”

“I wonder what it is.” Grace said, feigning innocence as she continued to squeeze and play with the bulge. “Can I please open up my present?”

Eli strained to nod. “Ahn… uh huh.”

Grace smirked as she moved Eli’s body to rest up against her own, keeping him steady with one arm while the other slid a soft velvet hand slowly down his chest. It tickled his bare skin, taking what felt like an eternity to finally sink under the sink under the waistband.

“HAH! Ahn.” Eli gasped, shuddering in pleasure as her velvet hand gripped him firmly.

“I knew it!” Grace said definitively, pulling the waistband up and over to expose Eli’s throbbing prick. Each pulse brought a bigger and bigger bead of precum that grew so big it finally dripped onto his stomach. “A big, hard dick!” She excitedly accentuated each word directly into his ear. “Oh thank you, I’ve always wanted one. Mmmwah!” And gave him a big kiss on his gasping cheek.

Eli wanted to say something, but her velvety fingers made it impossible to think. He hissed through his teeth and took in a deep breath, but any words he thought of turned into nothing but a struggling moan. He didn’t notice, but seeing him like this gave Grace the biggest smile.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask you for one more present, sweetie.” She whispered sadly, planting a series of delicate pecks along Eli’s neck to his ear. “I’ve just been sooo lonely. So for tonight, I want you to take this big, hard dick and fill me up. Just fill me up with all your cum.” She moaned. “Make me pregnant, sweetie. Give me your baby!”

“Wait a minute, pregnant?!” Eli yelped, sitting up and breaking character. “Where is this coming from?! Did you stop taking the Chemical Cockt—GAH!” Eli yelped into his grit teeth, as Grace’s teasing hand tightened in her grip. 

So, answer to that question: No.

“It’s just that I want all that cum.” She said sternly, squeezing lightly and firmly to properly redirect his attention. “All inside. Fill my womb with every. Last. Drop.” 

His eyes fluttered shut, as her words resonated through his ear. Digging into his psyche like brainwashing. 

“Okay, sweetie. Up.” Grace pushed Eli up and off of her. Approaching behind him she spun him around and pulled him in to meet for a scintillating kiss. Their lips clashed and caressed, and her tongue slipped past to taste his mouth. Untangling their tongues, she kissed him on his chin. Then his neck. Then his chest. His abs. And finally the tip of his weeping cock. 

She leaned back, connected by a long, sticky string on her lips, and looked up at him. Fierce and sinful, her eyes held such great expectations for him. It made him anxious, even though she was the one on her knees, spreading her legs and flashing her panties. 

“Want me to suck your cock?” She asked, sliding her hands up her body to squeeze both of her velvet covered breasts.

Eli gulped hard like he was swallowing a chunk of rock. Most of the times he’s heard ‘cock’, either in porn or from the girls, it always sounded filthy and vulgar. With a tone delivered only by the most whorish sluts to wring a man free of his sperm. But when Grace said it it felt soft yet elegant. Like a wish granted by Aphrodite herself.

“Y-yes.” Eli stammered quietly, and gently prodded his cockhead against her pouty lips. “I-I want you to… suck my cock.”

“Hm hm hmmm… okaaay…” She chuckled, laying another kiss on his twitching cock head. “But remember. No cumming.” 

She reached out to grab the base of his length, keeping him steady for her to lap at the underside of his cock with her tongue. “Ahhhh…laaah-mwah.” Each lick on the underside of his length would end with a kiss that enveloped his urethra, squeezing out tiny bubbles of precum for her to slurp up.

“Haaa… ahn… hah hah…” Eli balled his fists and kept them tightly to his side. He wanted so badly to grab her head and shove her down his length, but he knew it would ruin the little game they were playing. So he kept himself composed, clenching his fists and digging his nails into his palms, hoping that he would be rewarded for his efforts. And he was.

“Laaah-mmm-ULP!”

“HAH!” Eli cried out as Grace went from dancing his tip on the top of her tongue to sliding it past her lips and all the way down her throat. “GUH! Ffff-fuck.” 

“Mmmmm!” Grace moaned sweetly, sending vibrations up his length that brought chills up his spine. Her gloved hands gripped tightly on his ‘tight and cute’ ass through his silken trunks, keeping him close while forcing him to thrust in time with her wet swallowing. “Ulp… ulp… ulp… ulp… MMMM!”

Feeling encouraged, Eli rested his hands on Grace’s shoulders and gently thrust his hips on his own, deep enough to have her lips kiss his base and his balls to rock against her chin. But he made the mistake of looking down, where Grace looked up at him with softened, demure eyes. Eyes that begged him for the merciful release of his delicious seed. 

“Mm… ulp… mmm… ulp… mmm…” She moaned erotically between each swallow down her throat.

“Gonna cum.” Eli winced and grit his teeth. “Gonna cum!” Just one more push, like the slow pull of a trigger, and he’d flood her mouth in an instant, but in an instant it was all gone. 

“Ahn!” Grace popped off of his dripping cock, and crossed her arms, squeezing her breasts against the cups of her dress as she pouted disappointingly at him.  “I thought I told you you’re only allowed to cum in my pussy. I knew you were on the naughty list.”

Eli finally gave himself a moment to breathe, wobbling back and forth as his dizziness cleared. “I…”

Grace didn’t give him a chance to answer. Rising to her full height, she looked down at him as she pulled his body against her. “You are going to have to make it up to me.” She growled, gripping him by the back of the neck and pulling him in for another soul sucking, tongue filled kiss. 

Lost in their lustful haze, Grace guided him over to the bed and dragged him down with her. Her hands ventured down his body to grip tightly on his ass again, grinding his cock, still cradled in his bunched up silk trunks, under her dress and against her mound. Eli broke away from their kiss and dove into the crook of her neck, licking and suckling as delicately as he could despite his rising libido.

“You want to make it up to me?” She cooed, lifting her hips to meet with his grinding cock. She kept a firm hand against his neck, digging into his scalp to play with his silky hair. “Now you have to make me feel good. Mmm… I go through the trouble, to suck your big, ahn, hard cock, and this is how you repay me? Ahn!” She cried, watching Eli peel the cups of her dress off and burying his face between her tits. He fervently kissed and licked her heaving mounds as he moved up to latch onto her nipple. “Hey. Are you listening to m—AHN!” 

Grace's body melted at Eli’s attention, her grip loosening from his body as he squeezed her massive, pillowy breasts and enthusiastically nursed on her nipples. Diligently suckling on each nub and only switching when he felt the other wasn’t being given enough attention.

It’s only after an intense internal debate, was Eli able to remove himself from her breasts, tugging his lips free from her hardened bud with a wet pop. His nose and lips dug into her velvet dress, trailing all the way down her body until finally reaching her white panties, darkened by the constant leaking of her wet pussy. 

It didn’t help with her wetness issue when Eli pulled her panties to the side, and buried his tongue as deep as it could within her snatch.

“AHN! OOOOH-YES!” Grace groaned, arching her back high in the air before falling back down to the bed. Her hips jolted at the constant probing of Eli’s tongue in her snatch, encouraging her to bring her legs up and drape themselves over Eli’s shoulders. 

Eli withdrew his tongue, changing his technique from poking to swiping. “Haaaa… Aaaah… God yes. AHN!” Her hands, not knowing what to do, grabbed wildly at her bed spread, bunching and pulling at the fabric, before traveling back down to Eli’s scalp. “I’m so close, sweetie. Yes, yes, yes, please keep going. Ooooh, make me cum sweetie.” One hand continued to play with his hair, while the other laced with Eli’s fingers that were squeezing at her thigh.  

“Mmm… MM!” Eli devotedly lashed at her lips and clit, gripping her hand tightly, until his tongue was met with a splash of heady fluid. 

“AAAAH! YES! YES!” Grace’s entire body spasmed, riding out the waves of her orgasm on Eli’s tongue before finally collapsing in a big heap. “Haaa… haaa… Okay. Okay. You’re a good boy. You’re my good boy Ho-o-oh my God, sweetie. Oh come here.” 

Grace untangled her legs from around Eli’s shoulders, allowing a tongue-tired Eli to clamber up the bed and guide her up to properly lie down on the bed before settling back into her arms. They spent their time just snuggling together, rubbing and caressing their bodies as they teased and kissed. It kept the fires of their passion lit, but one wanted their flames to be fully unleashed.

“Grace. Can I put it inside?” Eli begged, still laying kisses against her soft body. "Please, can I put it inside?”

Grace let out an exaggerated sigh. She wanted to play up her frustration, tease him for just a bit longer, but she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt his desires. 

“Of course sweetie. You can put it in.” She smiled, biting her lip just the way he likes it. Immediately she felt Eli moving between her spread legs and grasp at her wide hips. He pushed his trunks the rest of the way down his leg and kicked them free, adjusting himself while he grabbed hold of his cock and prodded around in search of her pussy. “You can put it in me, sweetie. That’s it. Fill me uh—ngah!” 

Grace gasped as she felt his cock slide past her wet lips and into her clenching pussy. The deeper inside he went the tighter her walls became, making it difficult for Eli to insert his last few inches.

“Oh my god I missed you.” Eli said frantically, hunching cautiously over her body. “Oh my god I missed being inside you.”

“Ooooh-mmm, show me how much you missed me, sweetie.” Grace said, grinning as she wrapped her legs around Eli’s waist. “Don’t be greedy, sweetie. Give me that dick. Ahhn-yes!”

Eli was more than happy to oblige her request, pulling out of her wet clenching depths and pushing immediately back in, keeping his thrusts at a slow but steady pace. “Ha… ah… haaah… ah-haah…” He gasped and moaned, keeping his breathing constant to keep him from blowing his load too quickly. 

Something Grace just wouldn’t allow.

“Ohhh sweetieee!” She crooned so sweetly, her body rocking to the motion of his thrusts as she begged him with her demure eyes and bitten lower lip. She crossed her legs, hooking one over the other, and clenched tight, pulling Eli balls deep into her snatch in the hope that he’d spill it all inside her.

“Haaah! Fff–fff-ffff!” Eli yelped and blew air through his gritted teeth, shutting his eyes tight to keep himself from cumming. “N-n-n-no. Not yet, not yet, not yet! Ha-haaah… hooooh my god.” He steadily relaxed, feeling his point of no return receding to more comfortable levels, until he was woken up by the feeling of two sets of nails digging into his ass. “AHH! Wha—?” 

“Don’t… you dare stop.” Grace hissed into his ear, slipping her hands underneath his waistband and squeezed his cheeks, forcing him to move his hips again. “Ah… ahn… ahn!” Grace whined, relishing in the slow burning passion of being filled full with his sawing cock, but she couldn’t help but just want more. She unhooked her legs from around his waist and lifted them high. “G-grab my legs, sweetie.” She directed. “Grab them and fuck me hard.”

“Okay! Haa… okay! AHN!” Eli grunted, bringing himself up to kneel against her and wrapping his arms around both thighs. He started off slow and ramped up his thrusts, slapping against the heart shape of her ass and thighs. His quickening pace was made easier by her wet pussy, steadily leaked love juices that slid down her ass and soaked into the covers.

“Ahh… ahhh… ah!” Grace cried, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples to get every last ounce of pleasure. “Get on top of me! Get on top of meeee—Ohhh fuck YES!” 

Eli fell forward, putting all of his weight onto her legs and pushing them over her head for his first mating press. It felt tighter than anything he’d ever experienced before, numbing his mind to the tight, wet fist clamped onto his pulsing member.

“G-Grace, I’m… ha… AHHN! HAAH!” 

Grace shut her eyes tight as she came. Her body squirmed and writhed into her bed as Eli completely let go, releasing all of his backed up desire in huge spurts of cum, spraying directly to the entrance of her womb. “Yes gimme that cum, sweetie.” She hissed. “Oh yeah, knock me up.”

Eli’s hips kept twitching, digging himself deeper into Grace’s spasming pussy that continued to constrict around his length and wring him dry of his first load. Feeling her legs slowly going numb, Grace lightly slapped at his cheek, startling him awake. 

“How’d… how’d that feel sweetie?” She gasped, softly stroking his warm cheek.

“We… we’re not done… are we?” Eli asked, gulping as he continued to gaze lovingly into her pleasure filled eyes.

“Haaa…” Grace smiled hungrily, pulling him in for another kiss. “I will always want more of you… Ilya.”

Eli jumped like he’d been shocked. Grace mentioning his name made his skin crawl, but with her legs resting on his shoulders and her eyes heavy with desire, that shock turned very quickly to hunger.

Grace patted his chest. “Up sweetie.” She ordered. 

“S-sorry… I’ll,” he stammered, pushing himself up and letting go of her legs. 

“Ohhh, don’t make that face sweetie.“ Grace cooed, gazing fondly as she watched his head pop free from her snatch, still eager and wagging strongly in the air. She spun around onto her knees and crawled up the bed, popping her booty cheeks with each ‘step’ she took. “I still don’t have enough inside me.” She said, laying against the headboard dancing slowly from left to right. She grabbed both of her cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her winking asshole and her spread lips slowly leaking his cum. “Please sweetie, it’s all gonna cum out. You gotta put it back in.”

Eli couldn’t take it any longer. He shuffled over on his knees and wrapped himself tightly around her body, pressing his dripping wet cock against her ass and hot dogging her soft cheeks. He buried his lips into the crook of her neck, moaning and kissing her skin as his hands grazed across her body to her hips. He found the strength to pull away and lined himself up, pushing his cock against her slippery pussy. As his cock head pierced her lips, another long string of jism spilled out onto the bed. 

Grace wouldn’t mind. She was more than pleasantly distracted with the young man burying himself balls deep inside her.

“HAH! Ahn!” Grace groaned as she rocked her ass against his thrusting cock, timing their fucking together to get Eli as deep as possible inside her. She jiggled and shook like jello when her ass slapped against his bucking lap, giving him the bounce to push him out and an eyeful to pull himself back in.

Eli grit his teeth as his hips burned. He couldn’t tell how long their coupling had been, only that the longer they fucked the more pain infused pleasure he felt. He wanted to stop, to just take a minute to rest, to just curl up in a ball and fall asleep, but more than anything he wanted was to flood Grace’s womb with every last drop of cum in his balls.

“MMMM… mmmm… ahhh yeah!” The nonstop pleasure sapped Grace's strength. Her head sank and her body slid down the headboard. “OH!” Grace yelped as Eli wrapped himself around her body and hauled her back up to rest against his chest. 

“AH… ha… haaa! Grace, Grace, Grace!” Eli chanted her name like a prayer as he clung to her velvety soft body. His hands moved from her hips to clutch at her heavenly breasts, squeezing them tight in a desperate attempt to keep from cumming for just a few more minutes.

“Haa… ahn… haaa… that’s it. Let it out.” She coaxed him gently over her shoulder. “Make me pregnant. Make me yours. Yes… oh yes… YES SWEETIE! PLEEEASE!” 

“Guuuuuh… HA… AHN!” Eli whimpered, shivering powerfully as thick ropes of cum rocketed free from his pulsing cock, splashing against her tightening, cumslick walls. 

Grace let out a shuddering gasp as she felt more of his burning, hot seed spilling into her womb. Filling her with an intense heat forced inside her by her horny, lust drunk lover. She relished in that warmth, putting on a perverted smile as they finally had a moment to bask in the afterglow.

Eli, half reluctantly and half due to exhaustion, let his weakening cock slip out of her pussy, releasing a thick dollop of cum onto the bed. He was so close to losing consciousness that he was going to slide off of Grace’s back. Despite her own exhaustion, she had to turn around with him on top of her and lay him down onto the bed. 

She tenderly kissed up his body to his face, gently sitting on top of his lap and smearing her cum drooling snatch against his length. As she pulled away, she saw Eli’s heavy lidded eyes struggling to stay open. She smiled, leaning in and giving another soft kiss as they stared lovingly at each other.

“One more.” He murmured. “One more. One more.”

“More?” Grace asked, grinning sinfully. 

“More.” He groaned.

“Okay, sweetie.” She kissed him again. “One more.”

She trailed kisses down his sweaty body to his wilting member. His dick was still pulsing, but was getting softer as little dribbles of cum leaked from his slit and onto his stomach. Grace held onto his dick with her velvet hands, delicately stroking him for a few pumps before taking him back into her mouth.

“Mmm… hmmm… mmmm,” She sucked, lavishing his length with her wet tongue as she kissed his base with her pouty lips. 

Slowly but surely, life returned to his cock, and she pulled off to find it pointing up to the sky. She pushed her panties down her legs and tossed them aside, and clambered back onto his lap, adjusting his length and sinking all the way down to the bottom. They both let out a pleasured groan as she began to delicately lift herself up and down his cock, sensually grounding her hips so she felt his balls pressing against her ass.

“Haah… ahn… haaah…” Eli gasped and moaned, struggling with the mixture of pain from the soreness of his cock and the pleasure of her heavenly pussy. His hands reached out and sank into Grace’s ass, squeezing in time with her rocking her hips.

“That’s it… haaa… that’s my good boy.” Grace cooed as her body sank lower and lower to the bed. She lifted her breast up and pushed it into his panting mouth, dropping the rest of her weight onto his body. “Hold on tight, sweetie. Hold on tight.” He latched tightly around her nipple, suckling and gumming on the hardened bud as she went all out, bouncing her thick ass so fast and hard it would make Tasha proud. “Ohhhh fuck… yes! Ahn! Ahn! AHHHN!”

“M-mmmm-mmm! Mm-mm-mmmm!” Eli mumbled constantly from deep within her breasts. His hands and arms constantly moved up and down her body, desperate to squeeze and press every soft part of her soft body against his.

She popped her breast free from his hungry mouth and brought his face up so she could stare into his hazy eyes. “S-Say sweetie?” She asked mysteriously yet intimately, “Ahn-haaa… Please? Please, I want to hear you say it.”

“I-I…” He knew. As he looked into her caring, beautiful eyes, he knew. “I love-I love yo—.” Eli gasped out, before having his mouth filled by Grace’s tongue, taking his breath away in one deep kiss as he let go and came deep into her pussy. “Hm… hmm… hmmmm!” 

The two shuddered as they shared their orgasm, still locked in a deep kiss as their love making slowed to a stop. Eli gasped and huffed once he was free of their kiss, completely exhausted at the energy spent, but Grace seemingly still had energy to spare. Covering his body full of kisses as he tried to talk with a dry mouth. They stayed together, cuddling with each other until Eli regained some amount of sense in his pleasure drowned brain.

“How… how are you not tired?” He panted.

“Mm… mm… Mmwah… Because I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you, sweetie.” She joked.

“Oh yeah.” He managed to let out, still staring dizzily up at the ceiling. He attempted to push himself to sit up, but after managing to go only one foot above the bed he fell right back down, the warm haze in his head making the room spin around him.

“Need some help?” Grace asked, sitting up on his crotch back into the cowgirl position, but mercifully without her grinding. 

“Yeah. Thank you.” Eli graciously accepted, doing what he could to make it easier for Grace as she pulled him up. 

He gave her a look to show his appreciation. Just something that was meant to be brief, but her disheveled and exhausted beauty held his gaze longer than he thought it did. Something he realized when she cracked a smile on her pouty lips. 

“Uh-um, this… this has been a really amazing surprise.” He said, breaking his gaze as his face reddened. “And I’m glad that I could spend time with you… in this way. Thank you.”

“‘In this way’? Well when you make it sound like that.” She frowned. 

The color immediately drained from Eli’s face. “Oh, no, I-I didn’t mean—“

“I know what you meant.” She said, quickly cutting him off with her words and a stern glare. “And I also know that I, and a lot of the girls, don’t really take the time to talk to you like an adult. So I can’t think of a better opportunity to do it than right now.” Eli cowered, thinking he had just ruined one their night, but was relieved of that thought once Grace wrapped her arms around his neck, and kept him close so he couldn’t look away. “I didn’t invite you to spend the night with me just because I wanted to fuck, Eli.”

“O-Of course not.” He stammered. “I never thought—”

“Sweetie.” She warned.

“Sorry.”

Grace sighed, letting her aggressiveness fade away. “What I offered and what I wanted was to have a night for the two of us. To be intimate yes, but for us to spend our time together. I know it can be confusing, I know it’s difficult to open yourself up to these strange, confusing feelings, but you’re my friend, and I love my friends, and so I love you.” 

“I… wow, um.” Eli blushed, more than warranting Grace’s cheeky grin, but after he gives himself a chance to really sit with her words, Eli looks up and smiles back. “I love you too.”

“Good.” And that grin relaxed into a softer smile. 

“So,” Eli began, thinking of his next words very carefully, “since, you know, we’re so close and all, can we maybe forget about me um, having a stroke and asking you to uh, ma-*ahem*-rry me.”

“No.”

“Wha-no?!” Eli’s eyes shot open. “But why?”

“Because it was one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard you say. Plus I like knowing you have a crush on me. That you… ‘like’ like me.” She lowered herself to kiss him once again. Not just some peck and forget kind of kiss, but a long, soft intimate kiss. A ‘like’ like kind of kiss. “You’re the sweetest, Ilya. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Well uh, ahem, yeah. I won’t.” Eli blushed a Christmas red. “Thank you. It’s really nice of you to, er-ahem, say um… do you mind getting some water? My tongue is a little dry.”

“Hmm?” Grace, without any hesitation, leaned over and slipped her tongue in for a quick French kiss. “Ewww, dry mouth.” She said jokingly, giving him one more kiss on the cheek and plopping her Santa hat on his head before getting out of bed. “Sure thing sweetie. When you have enough energy I’ll get you into the shower and then I’ll drive you home.” 

“Really?” He asked to the back of her flowing hair and bouncing, popping ass. “I mean, you don’t have to. It’s already late.”

“Exactly my point.” She called out as she walked out of the bedroom. The low whir of a water dispenser pouring can be heard in the distance. “It’s late in Gotham! Honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t think about that when I asked you to come over this late!”

“Well I mean, as long as you don’t mind then, that's fine. Thanks.” He said, pulling off the Santa hat and tossing it aside.

Grace returned with a tall glass full of water, her breasts still bouncing and swaying because she didn’t bother to pull her dress up from around her waist. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He replied, graciously accepting the glass. He took in huge gulps of water, all while his eyes flitted towards and away from Grace’s still lovely breasts. But there was much more to come.

Being as considerate as she always is, Grace refrained from dressing back up, choosing instead to dress down. Taking longer than a non-Superbabe would, Grace shimmied her hips as she pushed the clumped up dress over hips and ass, daintily plucked her gloves off of her arms, and smoothly rolled her white stockings free from her long legs. By the time she was done, standing beautifully without a stitch of clothing, the only thing Eli was drinking was a glass of air.

“All done?” She asked. She made her way over to Eli, getting as close as she could to his awestruck face, and ran her fingers through his hair. “You still have time for that shower?”

He gave himself a second to gulp down the lump in his throat. It was hard for him to focus when he was kissing distance away from her soft yet sculpted tummy.

“Uhhh, yeah we may need to do that soon.” He said, looking pointedly toward the crevice of her legs, where white goo was trickling down against her thighs, slowly making its way to her knees. 

“Well don’t just stand there. Come on!” She smiled and grabbed hold of both of his hands, yanking him up from the bed. “I’m happy that Orders showed us the best remedies to remove cum stains but that doesn’t mean I like to regularly clean them out.”

Eli felt no reason to argue against that, so he did what he was told, following Grace back into the bathroom that also somehow still looked nicer and more spacious than his own. They approached the big shower tub, Grace slid one of the two big, glass doors open and lifted their joined hands in the air, curtsying as she offered to let him in first. 

“Very funny.” He sassed cheekily, but more than in on the little joke. Even letting himself get his cheeks squeezed affectionately as he entered.

Grace wrapped her hair up into a hasty bun and followed right behind him, spinning the dial for the water to flow freely. She shuddered and hissed in excitement as she took the brunt of the cold water, goosebumps spreading across her skin as they waited patiently for the water to heat up.

Eli grabbed the big bottle of body wash and squeezed out an absurdly huge dollop of blue tinted soap into his palm, which elicited a more than noticeable smile on Grace’s lips. Eli looked down at the pool of liquid soap and offered it to Grace.

“Want some?” He asked with a straight face.

Grace just looked at him slyly, and rather than scooping a little bit she grabbed his wrist and dumped the soap all over her chest, spreading and spilling the thick, viscous gel so that it trailed down and covered the peaks of her massive breasts.

“Whoops.” She teased huskily, sliding her hands against her soap coated breasts. “Think you can help me, sweetie?”

Eli said nothing, forgoing all words and instead reaching out to squeeze and swirl his hands around the swell of her tits, rubbing the soap into a rich lather. While he was busy, Grace grabbed the bottle and poured out long trails of soap across Eli’s chest and shoulders, dutifully spreading the soap around in return for his efforts.

The two turned so that they both got an equal share of the shower spray, remaining silent as their hands continued to explore each other's bodies. Eli traced around the swell of her ass, jumping as he felt Grace grasp at his wilted dick, sliding up his length, hand over hand, so that he had a proper ‘deep clean’. 

“Haah… uhhh… haah…” Eli took in a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure wracked up his spine. He didn’t think it was possible, but with the softness of her hands and the gentleness of her stroking, his cock slowly regained its rigidness. 

Eli steeled through his pleasure and looked into Grace’s eyes. Half closed and still covered in her smokey eyeshadow, she knew what she was doing, so Eli responded by only doing the courteous thing. He inserted a pair of soapy fingers into her cum soaked snatch.

“Ha! Ahn!” Grace smiled sinfully, and tugged tighter on his turgid tool.

The two continued to play with each other's bodies, spending as much time as they needed to give each other a ‘deep clean’. They never rushed their pleasure, they relished in it, gasping and panting as they enjoyed each other's gentle caresses.

“Ha… uhn…! Huh?” And just like that, the feeling Eli felt was gone. 

Grace had sneakily let go and turned away, pulling away from Eli’s fingers as well to get a direct spray from the shower head. Rather than say something, Eli watched Grace rinse her body in silence. Watching how her body gleamed in the running water, spilling down her back to her perfect ass. He only let his attention break when he felt some of the shower spray rinsing his own body. 

Grace bent over to turn the water off, neglecting to inform Eli that she would need to shove her ass against his freshly cleaned cock. Even when the water shut off and slowly dripped down into the drain, she continued to shove and wiggle, gently and teasingly. So Eli did the same, pressing and wagging against her ass.

“Ilya.” He jumped as he heard his real name. Grace looked innocently over her shoulder like she wasn’t pressing up against his dick. “Is there something you need?”

Eli said nothing, swallowed the lump in his throat, and grabbed Grace by her arms, startling her slightly as she was pulled in close, feeling the return of his hard cock hot dogging her ass.  

“Grace, I…” he pressed up against her ass hesitantly, and let his hands venture upward, traveling to her tits, “can I… please?”

Grace’s sinful smile returned to her face. She spun around and captured his eyes in hers, never letting him look away as she sank to her knees, grasped her huge tits in both hands, and wrapped them tight around his hard cock. 

“Hah!” Eli gasped, head tilting back and his eyes fluttering shut as he relished in the pleasure of his cock being fully engulfed by her soft tits. Every inch of his skin was covered, like her breasts was a soft, pillowy condom. 

“Does my Ilya need to cum?” She cooed, shaking her squeezing tits up and down in small but rapid pumps. Eli fervently nodded his head, closing his eyes in pleasure as he too gave small yet rapid thrusts. “Then let it all out, sweetie. Don’t hold back. Cum all over my face.”

Eli shuddered as he came, gripping the shower bar tightly as he spurted between her breasts, making Grace smile as she felt her tits pooling with his hot cum. Very slightly she opened up her breasts, and giggled as his remaining ropes splashed onto her lips and neck. 

Eli’s cum finally petered out, and his dick finally wilted for the night. Leaving behind a very naughty woman lapping at the hot, white cum that coated her breasts.

“Merry Christmas, sweetie.” She winked.

“It’s… it’s still January, though.” He joked.

“Oh don’t be a stick in the mud.” And rolled her eyes, despite her cum covered smile.

End.


Ah yes. 'Belated'. That's probably my most apt title yet lol.

Hey everyone, thanks again for your patience, and so sorry this took so long to finish. I don't know why but during the writing process for this chapter I constantly felt dissatisfied and I was second guessing what I was writing, which kind of put me in a writer's block kind of situation. But I kept at it, and as time went by I kept reminding myself of the age old adage "Rome wasn't built in a day". This chapter was going to take a while to complete, but when it's done it would be something I can be proud and satisfied with. And I think I can comfortably say that.

And also to be clear, and I'll admit me saying this probably just destroys the concept of artistic interpretation, but Eli and Grace are not 'in love' they just 'love each other'. I know I probably muddied those waters because of how intimate they are, but trust me. lol

And lastly I want to shout out mparkerK(L). I know you've wanted to see a breeding kink play with Wonder Woman so hopefully this met your expectations.

Thanks again. And rest assured, Poison Ivy will be the focus of next chapter.
