Chapter 254 Swallow.

Chapter 254: 254 Swallow.

"Not for long," Mystic said, her voice growing soft. Breathy.

I licked my lips. Was I really going to do this?

Fuck yeah I was.

Mystic looked around the room wistfully, eyes lingering on the massive map of the world pinned across the far wall—continents marked in red, conquest routes sketched in black, little pins where the next pieces of the plan would fall.

All fake of course, they were more like what a villain lair was supposed to look light.

"Tell me, Polaris," she said, locking eyes with me at last. Those baby blues sparked, literal flickers of lightning dancing in her irises. "Would you fuck me under your giant map of world domination?"

"Holy shit, Mystic," I said as I took one slow step toward her. "You’ve just named every man’s dream."

"Is it?" She tilted her head, the winged helmet catching the low light. Her armor still hummed faintly with residual charge. "Well then... hypothetically. How would you do it?"

I stopped a few feet away. Close enough to feel the static lifting the hair on my arms. "Hypothetically?"

"Mm." She didn’t move back. "You’re a villain. I’m... temporarily between shifts of righteousness. Humor me. How would the Iron Polaris take a founder of the Five who just walked into his lair?"

I let my gaze drag down her body—breastplate, the curve of her hips in those tight leggings, the way the armor sat over powerful thighs.

My cock was already half-hard just from the question. "I’d start slow," I said, voice low. "Make her talk. Make her admit she wants it. Get her so wet the static starts jumping between us before I even touch her."

Mystic’s lips parted. She took a small breath. I stepped closer. Another half-step. The air between us crackled.

"Then I’d peel that armor off piece by piece," I continued, eyes never leaving hers. "Not because I’m polite. Because I want her naked and still wearing the helmet. I want her to feel like the hero who’s about to get ruined under the map of everything she’s supposed to stop."

Her throat worked. Another step and I was almost in her space now.

"I’d bend her over the table," I said, softer. "Right under the biggest red pin. I’d make her watch the map while I pushed inside. Tell her every thrust is another city falling. Make her come while she’s looking at the world I’m going to own."

Mystic’s breath hitched. Her hands flexed at her sides as red lightning flickered across her knuckles and vanished.

"And if she begged?" she whispered.

I closed the last distance until the front of my body almost brushed hers.

Static sparked between us—tiny red arcs jumping from her breastplate to my shirt. My cock twitched hard against my pants.

"I’d give it to her harder," I said. "Because villains don’t do gentle when a hero asks nicely."

Her eyes dropped to my mouth. Then back up to my eyes as her bottom lip quivered.

Mystic surged forward and kissed me.

There was a crackling shock of static that sent every hair on my body—and my cock—tingling. I sucked in a breath against her lips. She broke the kiss with a gasp, eyes wide.

"My apologies," she started. "I—"

"That was great," I growled, and kissed her again.

No shock this time, just a pleasant buzz that made my lips hum and my blood pound south.

I slid one hand to her hip, the other to the small of her back, and pulled her flush against me.

She made a soft, surprised sound into my mouth when she felt how hard I already was.

Her armor hummed louder under my palms. My powers mapped the buckles and clasps without conscious thought, finding every weak point.

I broke the kiss just enough to speak against her mouth. "You started this, Mystic. You sure you want a villain’s hands on you?"

Her answer was to shove my jacket off my shoulders. "I’ve always wondered," she murmured, voice already rough, "what a villain would taste like."

Before I could answer she dropped to her knees.

The sight of her—winged helmet still on, red hair spilling out around the edges, armor gleaming, eyes looking up at me with pure mischief and hunger—almost made me come in my pants.

She reached for my belt with steady hands that still sparked faintly. The leather gave. My pants and boxers were shoved down in one motion, and my cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already leaking.

Mystic’s eyes widened.

"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, fuck."

She wrapped one hand around the base. Her fingers didn’t quite meet.

The contrast of her pale, faintly glowing skin against the dark flush of my shaft made my hips twitch.

She leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside, from root to tip, and the static in her mouth made my vision spark white for a second.

"Jesus—Mystic—"

"You’re huge," she said, almost laughing, almost moaning. "I... I don’t know if I can—"

"Try," I said, voice rough. I reached down and stroked her hair back from her face, tucking the loose strands behind the edge of the helmet so I could watch every second. "Be a good girl and try."

She opened her mouth and took the head between her lips.

The heat of her, the faint electric tingle, the wet slide—fuck.

She pushed forward, cheeks hollowing, and managed maybe halfway before she had to stop, eyes watering a little.

She pulled back, breathed, then tried again, determined. Her tongue worked the underside. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. The other braced on my thigh.

I kept my hand in her hair, not forcing, just guiding, letting her set the pace while I watched those red eyes water and then darken with enjoyment.

She bobbed faster, wet sounds filling the quiet room, spit shining on her chin. Every time she took a little more I felt the static jump from her tongue to the sensitive head and my knees nearly buckled.

"That’s it," I groaned. "Fuck, look at you. Hero on her knees for the bad guy. Taking what she can of a villain’s cock."

She moaned around me at the words. The vibration shot straight up my spine.

She pushed deeper, throat fluttering, and for a second I felt the tight squeeze of her trying to swallow me further. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes but she didn’t stop.

She pulled off just long enough to gasp, "You taste... dangerous," then dove back down, sucking harder, faster, messy and eager.

I could feel it building fast. The sight of her—helmet still on, armor still mostly in place, lips stretched around me, red hair bouncing as she worked—was too much. My hand tightened in her hair.

"Mystic—fuck—I’m gonna—"

She started to pull back, maybe to finish me with her hand, but I held her there. "Swallow it," I ordered, voice low and dark. "All of it. Be a good girl for the villain."