Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

[Halcyon638]

Gabi smiled sweetly at Monica as the stronger girl held her down. “Please, baby.” A moment after Monica’s hand teased the breast she’d just been sucking on a moment ago, the brunette began to play with her own soft, brown nipples until they started to stiffen once again. A pleading look crossed Gabi’s face. “Please lick my pussy.”

The Latina spread her legs, then stroked Monica’s hair. “Also, that food smells realllly good,” she added with a giggle. At the slightest contact between Monica’s lips and Gabi’s glistening pussy, the dark-haired girl let out a soft whimper. “Ohh…god. I’m so ready for this.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"it is really good." she runs her hand over her girl's pussy "you should eat less takeout" she sucks on Gabi's inner thighs, just shy of her lips "we have stuff for you to eat at home" She grinned at the double entendre, then ran her nails softly along the girl's skin. She blew a gentle breath across Gabi's pouty lips, sucking on each in turn, teasing, taking her time. She dragged her flat tongue then from Gabi's pucker to her clit, lapping slowly at her. The motion was far more for display than sensation, wanting to give her girl a little show. She ran her nails along Gabi's skin, then pushes her legs up a bit "hold yourself open for me." She sucked hard at Gabi's thigh, just shy of bruising her, then dragged her tongue along her lips again. She flicked the bare tip of it across Gabi's clit, then took that scrap gently in her lips, holding it, tickling it over and over with the feather light touch of her tongue.

 

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Gabi let out a short giggle. “You know I always love your home cooking, carino,” she teased back, face tensing as a jolt of pleasure ran through her. “It always tastes juuust right.”

The dark-haired beauty adjusted her position so she could watch Monica deliberately and theatrically lick the most intimate portions of her body. She locked eyes with the blonde girl as she began to let out gentle sighs and whimpers, the earthy aroma of her sex filling Monica’s nose. “Ohh, sweetie.” Gabi held her wet pussy open, spreading it wide for her waiting lover’s mouth.

As Monica took the Latina’s clit into her mouth, Gabi’s brown eyes rolled back and she grabbed a lock of her own dark hair. “Oh, fuck. I’m so ready for you, baby.” Her toned yet soft legs wrapped around her lover, pulling Monica closer to her pink folds. “Finger me. Finger me while you lick me.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"As you wish" she threw out the classic princess bride line, and meant the meaning behind it. She sucked softly at Gabi's clit, tugging with her soft lips, tickling with her agile tongue. Her fingers curled up into her girl, gently stroking her upper wall. Her fingers searched along that spongy flesh, stroking in a slow and measured rhythm. She sucked and hummed, letting the vibrations carry through her lips into her girl's flesh. She looked along her body, watching her beautiful lover touch herself. She trilled her tongue softly against the scrap of Gabi's clit, her fingers continuing their measured pace, brushing over and over again deliberately against her lover's upper wall.

 

[Halcyon638]

Gabi squirmed against Monica’s intimate touch, a pleased whine slipping out of her throat. “Yes, baby,” she sighed when she could manage to form words again. “I’m so…so close.” Usually, it took more of a build to get the dark-haired girl to this point, but it was clear from the slickness of Gabi’s pussy that eating out Monica’s ass and fucking her with the toy had been huge turn-ons for her. As the blonde-haired girl tongued her swollen clit, her girlfriend gasped. “Fuck fuck fuck!” the brunette said, letting more F-bombs slip in one ten second span than the number she’d let fly during the entire past year before they began dating.

Gabi dug her hands to the roots of Monica’s hair, holding on firmly as her curvy body trembled with pleasure. “Ohh, god,” she moaned, the tight line of her lips now morphing into a loving smile as she took in the sight of her best friend between her thighs. “Fuck, baby. I was…wow. Come here.” She patted the bed beside her and lay on her side, hands brushing Monica’s cheek.

 

[siobhancan99]

Curling up, Monica drew Gabi into her embrace and stroked her hair. She smiled down at her "I like that reaction" Her fingers traced along Gabi's back, then over her ass, teasing a finger between her cheeks. She sucked at her girlfriend's lip, then slipped her tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss as she held her. She kept her held close, not letting go. "we can have some dinner and curl up for a bit after." She intended to head out that night and get in some patrol, but for now Gabi had to be the priority.

 

[Halcyon638]

Monica and Gabi warmed up the homecooked meal that the former had whipped up and dined leisurely, the younger girl heaping praise on her lover’s culinary talents throughout the meal. Afterwards, they lounged on the couch together, watching a show and cuddling in their now-slightly chilly living room.

Despite the cool air and it being a weeknight, the streets of Prospect City seemed bustling from above as Monica soared over it in the Sliver. After dissuading a mugger in Gilliam Heights and a would-be domestic abuser on the streets of Founder’s Square, she was making an all-but-perfunctory pass over Preston Center, the hub of the city’s tech industry, when she heard gunfire erupting near the headquarters of Vigil, which her in-ship GPS identified as a major private security firm.

The Sliver was above 500 feet away from the massive 20 story building. It was hard to say for sure, but it seemed as if the gunfire was coming from street-level.

 

[siobhancan99]

Dropping the ship to closer to street level she swooped around, aiming to land a block away. She wanted to be out of sight, and after hitting the ground she used the remote to send the ship up into the air. maneuvering around swiftly, she peeked around the corner, hoping to get a good read on the street and what might be going on. If nothing was happening in front of the building she'd swiftly make her way to the ground floor.

 

[Halcyon638]

With her night vision, Monica could make out the scene clearly. At the center of the chaos seemed to be a bulky charcoal SUV outside of the entrance to the parking garage. To either side of the SUV lay three bodies, large men in suits, possibly security personnel, some of them still slowly moving. Two other security guards seemingly guarding the SUV were firing their pistols at an acrobatic, quick-moving figure dressed in black and grey urban camouflage tactical gear and a helmet of some kind, the garments bulky, but not bulky enough to prevent him from easily dodging their attacks. “Woooo, did you all see that? Backflip over a motherf-ing bullet.”

In the helmeted figure’s hands were metal clubs that he wielded mercilessly, beating one man down and sending his weapon flying before advancing on the sole remaining guard who stood in front of the vehicle. “I have to hand it to you,” the helmeted man said, his voice sounding possibly Australian, 30s or possibly late 20s. “You made it to the Elimination Challenge.” He twirls his clubs so that the two weapons are spinning circles of steel. “But I’m afraid this is where your journey ends. Please pack up your knives and go.” He charged toward the guard.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica couldn't help but admire the Padma Lakshmi quip. Good taste that guy had. She sized him up a moment. Centauri maybe, definitely augmented. He was fast, tough probably. though it could be the suit. Either way he wasn't going to be a pushover. She was of two minds, come at him blind or try to find out if he was Centauri and distract him with a word. She went with the second as it might assist her in figuring out how tough he was. She breifly cursed herself for not bringing Thalmor along. She needed a "Robin". The thought of Thalmor in tiny green briefs and elf shoes made her giggle a moment, and she charged in, trying to slam into him as he advanced, shouting "Halt" in Centauri. At least she thought it was halt.

 

[Halcyon638]

Monica managed to surprise the man, throwing her shoulder into him. It wasn’t quite like hitting Chromium or even Thalmer, but she could feel some sort of armor under his gear, and the impact resonated through her entire a shoulder for a moment while leaving him seemingly unfazed. “Well, holy shit, folks,” the man said. “It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Get a good look. It’s her! It’s really her!” He began spinning his clubs again, tossing them from hand to hand. “Can I just tell you what an honor it is to meet you? And looove the suit. Sleek, simple—classic.”

He began to circle her, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Not too far from where they fought stood a sporty, likely expensive motorcycle. Monica spotted the first opening.

 

[siobhancan99]

"I hope you didn't do this just to meet me. I'm flattered and all but I'm married." she circled a little "Nice bike." if he pissed her off too much maybe she'd throw it at him. "so you some sort of augment? or just you know...peak fitness. cult of crossfit. that sort of thing?" She intended to keep him distracted with questions a moment before feinting a grab for the metal baton but lashing out with a kick for the inside of his knee instead.

 

[Halcyon638]

“Aww, that is a shame,” he responded to the married comment as she feinted. He pulled back on the baton and brought the other down in an attempted overhead smash. “Sorry, lads—and some of you ladies. She’s taken.” Monica managed to avoid the attack and connect with her kick. However, she struck some lightweight but solid armor under the man’s pants, and he seemed unaffected.

The guard seemed to be trying to aim a shot with his pistol without hitting Monica, but then, giving up, opening the driver’s side door.

“This is a little embarrassing, but I am sort of here for you,” the masked man said. “Well, me and my crew.” He patted his helmet. “6.2 million loyal followers who are losing their shit right now to see me taking on the world-famous Nighthawk.”

He came at Monica again, spinning his body so that both clubs made attempts at her, one just barely missing the side of her face. “Name’s Killstreak. I know, I know, it’s a bit laddish, but this is what happens when you decide to use your gaming handle from when you’re, like, 15 years old. Now, if you don’t mind, there’s this bloke in the car I really need to take care of if I’m going to live up to the ole name.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"Well at least you're not going by Kevin.baker1995@gmail.com" She ducked the blow, then went for a new tactic. she didn't have to get through the armor to just pick him up, and she could throw him about a city block. Instead of punching she just went for a grab, trying to lift him off his feet at the very least. "so If i whip your ass will you lose sponsors? I'm not really sure how being a narcissist works. I meant self absorbed internet wanker. I meant streamer. yeah. its so hard to keep those straight."

 

[Halcyon638]

Killstreak slipped under Monica’s grasp, going into a tight roll and then a series of backflips, putting space between them. “I’m hurt, really. And you know, pot. Kettle.” He reached behind him and pulled out bolos, hurling the weighted cords at her to try to ensnare her. “Or are you seriously telling us you’re just doing this out of the goodness of your heart?”

His throw was straight on and Monica could feel the cords wrapping around her, but with a deft roll of her own, the bolos fell harmlessly to the ground. “Because otherwise, you could be making baaank, sister.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"I'm not in it for the money." She rolls to her feet "I'm in it to make this city safe. Honestly I don't like fighting guys like you. My preference is to go after those that prey on the weak. The guys who rape women in the park. The ones that beat on the homeless for kicks. I'm not interested in protecting the powerful. Society already does that." she bolted for his bike, hefting it, then charged at him, swinging the awkward improvised weapon in an attempt to bat him away from the cars "but right now, i'm all this city's fucking got." She was, of course, keeping up her Elizabeth Holmes voice she used for being the Nighthawk

 

[Halcyon638]

Monica lifted the bike as easily as a normal adult lifting a child’s bike. “Oh shit,” Killstreak said, crouching down into a defensive position. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve got the biggest fear-boner right now.”

While she could definitely handle the motorcycle, the awkward and unbalanced nature of it made it difficult to swing with too much speed. However, she did succeed in driving him away from the car. “Wooo, I totally almost just got hit over the head with a motorcycle! Fuck, I love America!” He rolled back, away from Monica, then produced another item from his belt.

Killstreak tossed the item, a black cylindrical object about the size of a can of beer, and then she saw the metal pin in his hands. The grenade was dropping right around her feet.

 

[siobhancan99]

MOnica dropped the bike and launched herself towards Killstreak to try to get out of the blast "now the gloves come off, fucker." Grenades were a bit offsides, really. Ungentlemanly at best. "Grenades were uncalled for, Luke Hemsworth."

 

[Halcyon638]

Monica leapt away from the thrown weapon. An ear-splitting keening sound erupted, enough to cause her some pain this far away from it, and a blinding light appeared behind her. Killstreak appeared to be prepared for both and was getting in a defensive position once more to await Monica’s attack. “Whoa, Luke Hemsworth? Let’s not say things we can’t take back.” The vehicle he had been attacking now sped off. “Alright, now I’m a little P.O.-ed. Green Team, I’m going to need some backup here. Thanks.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"A team? you're gonna let your followers know you can't beat a woman without help? What will you call this episode? me and my friends beat up a chick with 'because I couldn't on my own' in parenthesis? Oh Luke, your brothers will be so disappointed. you know. more than usual." Monica had a problem in the guy's armor, she had to punch through it if she wanted to end this thing. She stepped in, throwing as hard a punch as she could, trying to pound through his protection with her prodigious strength.

 

[Halcyon638]

“Don’t worry, love,” Killstreak says, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a boxer circling the ring. “I want to keep it special, you know? You and me. Candlelight, champagne, all that. But this isn’t the place for it.” Monica’s fist came in hard, and with a quick shuffle of his feet, the helmeted man avoiding it. Her hand struck a nearby vehicle, making a fist-sized dent it. “Shit! Did you all just see that?”

Killstreak launched a flurry of attacks with his clubs, pressing Monica back, off-balance. “That could have really hurt, you know,” he said, raising one of the weapons and smashing it against her chin and nose. She could feel blood beginning to rush out of her right nostril. It hurt and would likely be throbbing soon, but fortunately, wasn’t debilitating. The only upside was that in pressing the attack, he'd left her a good-sized opening.

In the distance, she heard a vehicle screeching.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica cursed under her breath. Gabi would be upset, probably, if she came home with a visible wound. Still, nothing for it. She made her move again, swinging with all she had. She had to break through this guy's armor if she was going to get him down. If she didn't get him down she'd have some sort of arch rival to deal with most likely. He seemed more into the prospect of that then the metal man. Best to take him out now so she gave it her all.

 

[Halcyon638]

This time, Killstreak bit on Monica’s first feint—hard. Her fist collided with the left half of his ribcage, the armor absorbing some of it, but not enough to prevent a wet crunch and an agonized shout. “Fuck!” Nursing his wound for a moment, the Aussie strode toward her, his body practically trembling with rage. While Monica dodged an overhand smash, he followed it with a devastating horizontal swing that pounded hard against the back of her slightly bent left knee. For a moment, she could feel it bend in the wrong direction a little, followed by a terrible, white-hot jolt of pain that reverberated upward and downward through the entire left side of her body.

A dark SUV with tinted windows was racing toward her and Killstreak now, maybe 150 feet away now. The masked man clutched his ribs, though still in a defensive posture. “Green Team, I’m going to need an extraction,” he said, breath labored a bit. “I don’t fucking care!”

Blocks away, Monica could hear an array of sirens, also seemingly growing nearer.

 

[siobhancan99]

Discretion had tob e the better part of valor. Monica called in the sliver with the remote "get your ass out of here. If I see you again... I won't be so merciful." She was sure she'd be laid up for weeks, and she had to get to a doctor outside of the city if she didn't want her cover blown. Plus... she'd have to reckon with Gabi probably. Honestly she wanted to keep pounding this guy, but this fight could go either way, and she didn't want to see what happened if she lost. "go on, get."

 

[Halcyon638]

The SUV swerved around Monica and skidded to a halt near Killstreak, one of the doors flying open. "Don't you worry, love. I'll make sure we meet somewhere nice and private-like next time. Later!" he waved as the vehicle drove off and the Sliver approached, as the entire lower right-hand portion of Monica's mask grew wet with blood from her nostril.

When she managed to put weight on it, Monica found her left knee wasn't as horribly busted as it felt initially. It was going to hurt for a while at least, though, and hamper her for a while. After another minute or so, she climbed into the Sliver, taking off just as police cruisers blanketed the area in reds and blues.