Chapter 53 Patient.

Chapter 53: 53 Patient.

"Sir?"

I looked up as Glacia shuffled towards me, her hands fidgeting nervously as she shyly evaded my eyes.

"Sir," she said, coasting to a halt. "I... I would just like to inform you that I did not wish to put undue pressure upon you. I am ready to accept that my actions did not necessarily take into account your own opinion, and that you may have been motivated primarily by sympathy, but I—"

"Did you really have posters of me in your bedroom?" I said.

She raised her eyes, and I couldn’t help but grin at the blush that suffused her face. "I ah... that is... Sir, I—"

"Because I don’t remember getting anything like that made," I said, stroking my chin in exaggerated thought. "And if they were, I’d really like to get my hands on those royalties..."

"I ah... I may have taken the liberty, sir, of... of printing them off myself and enlarging them."

"Did you now?" I said, trying hard to hide my amusement. "And, the recordings?"

"Internet postings, sir," she said, looking redder than Heatstroke and about ready to melt through the floor with embarrassment. "I would review your fights every night. I studied them all thoroughly, sir. I did mention that..."

"You said you watched battles with heroes," I said.

She lowered her eyes again. "Sir..."

Now that was a shame. I touched her chin, lifting it back up so I could look into her eyes. God but they were such a brilliant blue. Prettier than the Ice Diamond.

"Well," I said, grinning down at her. "I suppose that means I’d better prove it. I’d hate to see you go and try to get some training from some other villain."

"I-I would never, sir!" she gasped. "You are... w-wait. Sir? Then, you mean..."

I moved in closer, my arms wrapping around her once more.

"Well," I said. "I didn’t come all this way and take on Captain Zero himself to just abandon you again.

Although we won’t have a contract with Razer, I think we’ll still be able to find you some work. And it wouldn’t be so bad to have a partner, I suppose."

"You... you mean it, sir?" she said, and the fragility in her voice told me I had to assure her utterly. And, if her father walked in, I might have been in for another brawl.

But fuck it. I’m a villain. Risks were what I did best.

And so I leaned down, and kissed Glacia hard on her lips.

She stiffened, gasped, then moaned and melted into my arms.

I moved them around her, scooping her up, holding her tight against my chest as I deepened the kiss yet further.

Her body was cold, but rapidly warmed as her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled herself tight against me, quivering with a quiet energy and need.

Fuck! I wasn’t going to be able to hold back. Adrenaline and lust pounded in my veins like liquid fire. A wonderful change from the bone-biting cold I was dealing with too.

I suddenly scooped her up bridal style, hoisting her into my arms. "Bedroom. Where? Now!"

"Th-there’s some down the hall. In the west wing," Glacia gasped.

Fucking worked for me! I locked lips with her again, even as I shrugged my jacket off the floor, floating rapidly the way the Captain had come in through.

The ice caverns of the hallway broke off after a couple of branches, and I was about ready to tear out of my clothes and damn the frostbite when Glacia finally gasped, "Here!"

I didn’t even bother with the magnetism. I kicked down the goddam door like it had insulted me personally.

The bedroom was just a hotel room with a painting of a glacial scene over the bed and an adjoining bathroom.

But it was the bed that grabbed all my attention. I floated towards it, already undressing Glacia, who was helpfully doing the same for me.

Spinning in midair from our efforts, I finally managed to open up the front of her bodysuit by the time I laid her out on the sheets.

She landed soft as an angel on the bed, her white hair tumbling like a halo, her costume’s jacket spreading out behind her like wings.

Her normally pale face was flushed bright red and her blue eyes were lidded by her lashes, her lips plumped from our kiss, her arms stretching out towards me.

"Sir?" she said, her voice hitching.

"Yeah?" I said, realizing I’d been doing nothing but admiring her for a good minute.

"Take me," she breathed.

Well, how could I say no to that?

I yanked open my Zero jacket, my armour receding back into the bands on my wrists and ankles, freeing me from them.

Landed above her, legs straddling her, my lips kissing her again, tasting that sweet sharpness of coldness and mint.

Her hands moved over me, tugging up my shirt. I let her pull it off, my chest bruised here and there from the fight, but the pain didn’t even register. Not with Glacia under me, her eyes begging me for attention.

I dipped my head down, sucking on her throat, the whimpers and gasps of pleasure that escaped from her music to my ears.

It took me a second to find the hidden zipper that bound the front of her suit shut, but when I did, the hiss as I pulled it down seemed sweeter than anything I’d heard yet.

"Ohhhh," Glacia moaned, her firm, full breasts emerging from the fabric as she arched in need beneath me. "P-please, sir. Don’t make me wait. I’ve been so... so patient."

"That you have," I said, kissing up her neck. "And for that, I’m going to make it special."

And I was. I was going to give Glacia a night to remember.

I slid my hand down as she wriggled, her suit peeling off her as I pushed down the zipper further.

My hand found her panties and I slid a finger under the band, gently teasing her slit.

She gasped, lashes fluttering, mouth parting as I massaged her. Prepared her, my knuckle pushing down her panties as I slid a finger inside her.

"Oh s-sirrrrr," she groaned.

"Shhh," I said, leaning down and kissing the flesh around her nipple.

Glacia whimpered, quivering, biting her lip to try and obey my orders, even as breathless squeaks and gasps continued to leak from between her lips. "I’m going to make you feel so good, Glacia. I’m going to make it all so good."

"P-please, sir. I... I want it..."

"And you’ll have it," I said, sliding a second finger into her, gently stretching her as she moaned and rocked her hips, shyly riding my fingers.

I continued kissing her. Coaxing her. Stroking her until she was ready, her breath steaming the air, her body hot with anticipation and need.

I tugged down her panties, and with a dainty kick Glacia rid herself of them. I moved in between her legs, rubbing her slit with the head of my cock.

"Sir," she panted, her eyes molten blue, aflame with anticipation and passion. "Sir... I... I’m ready."

"Good girl," I said.

Kissed her.

And pushed in home.

"Mmmmm!" Glacia moaned, her inner walls tightening around my shaft, her legs wrapping around my waist and her hands clutching at my back.

I grunted at the sudden tightness of her pleasure, and only an iron control kept me from thrusting into her like a mad thing.

I forced myself to take it slow, pumping in and out of her until the tension began to evaporate in her, replaced by a shivering pleasure as I took her.

"Oh..." she gasped, her whimpers music to my ears. "Oh s-sir. I... I always dreamed... dreamed of this. Ah... ha... And... and I never dared think... think it would come true."

"It’s true," I said, my lips an inch from hers. "It’s true."

Tears pricked her eyes, and with a wild cry she wrapped her arms around me, pulled me in close and kissed me again with a wild, desperate passion.

The sheer urgency of her embrace broke what self-control was holding me back.

I increased my pace, fucking her faster, unable to keep myself from claiming her lovely body, her cool skin heating with her pleasure. Her passion.

She clung to me like a sailor would a stone in the midst of a storm, her moans swallowed by my kiss, her tongue submitting to me as I kissed her deeper.

I could feel her orgasm coming near. Her muscles twitching with the ecstasy that poured through her.

Her arms tightening around my neck. Her hips rocking beneath me, as if trying to drive me even further into her tight pussy.

"Sir!" she gasped. "Sir I... I... I’m c-cummiiiiiiiing!"

Her body squeezed me, legs quivering, squeezing, arms hugging, her cry ringing in the half-frozen room as I hilted once more within her.

"Oh fuuuuck!" I groaned, her orgasm pushing me over the edge as I filled her up a final time, cumming with a groan of pleasure.

Glacia rode out her orgasm and sagged onto the sheets beneath me with a moan, her eyes lidded, beautiful as some ethereal angel carved of marble. A smile touched her lips as her eyes slid shut.

"Sir... That was..."

"Shhh," I said, kissing her cheek. "Just rest now. It’s all going to be alright."

With a contented sound she tilted her head, her breasts rising and falling, already fast asleep.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, even as I felt the exhaustion from the day finally start to hit me like my body was filling with lead. It had been a long ass day, that was for sure, but a fulfilling one too.

Lifting the blankets, I wrapped them around us, pulling Glacia against my chest.

With a soft sound she turned towards me, burying her face in my chest, snuggling up against me. I smiled.

Well, maybe being a villain isn’t as bad as people made it out to be.