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Evelyn Deavor did not like parties. Especially parties like this one. She’d arrived fashionably late as usual, despite living just two floors above what was usually a conference room in the Devtech building, but had been converted into party central just for tonight. Winston had even had a temporary bar made specially and set up on one side of the room for their esteemed guests. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and headed straight for said bar, wanting to be close to the real drinks when she needed one.
After downing her first champagne and signalling the bartender to pour her another, she turned on her stool so that she could take in the entirety of the party. She observed the goings on with a carefully crafted expression of disinterest on her face, her eyes roaming around the room, taking in all the smiling faces of suited up supers and business men and high society ladies.
She spotted Winston flitting around the crowd, talking animatedly with every single person as if they were close, personal friends of his. Evelyn had to use a lot of willpower to resist rolling her eyes. Winston had been a natural schmoozer from the moment he was able to form words, something Evelyn could never bring herself to learn. The truth was, she didn’t like people very much and only socialised with them when it was absolutely necessary.
She took a sip of her champagne, continuing to scan the room, knowing full well she was looking for one specific person. As if Evelyn’s thoughts had conjured the woman, Helen Parr came into view as a big hulking super moved from where he was stood. Of course right now she was not Helen Parr. She was Elastigirl, and she was looking very cosy where she sat on a sofa, chatting with another super.
Evelyn zeroed in on Helen, taking in the face of the woman who had become something of an obsession in the month since they’d met. Everything about her drew Evelyn in like a moth to a flame. From the auburn swathe of hair to the curve of her hips and the passion in her eyes when she talked about fighting crime in that seductive southern accent of hers.
What the attraction really boiled down to, though, was that Helen had good girl written all over her. Evelyn knew with ninety-nine percent certainty that the woman who had become Winston’s champion in his misguided campaign had never done anything in her life that could be considered sordid or immoral. She was good through and through. Incorruptible. Or so Helen might think.
As if she could feel Evelyn’s eyes on her, Elastigirl turned her head and instantly met Evelyn’s gaze despite the distance between them. The connection was electric, and made Evelyn’s body tingle with a quiet excitement. She let a suggestive smile grace her lips and stared into Helen's deep brown eyes with all the things she wanted to do to her circling in her mind, as if beaming them across the room at the unsuspecting woman. There was no real science behind it, but the way Helen's cheeks slowly went dark made Evelyn nearly believe her mind was being read.
Helen was the first to end the intense eye-contact. She turned back to her companion and said a few words before rising to her feet and heading for the main exit. Evelyn followed her with her eyes until she slipped through the door, unnoticed by any of the other guests. Evelyn downed the rest of her second champagne and then, as casually as she could muster, she made her way to the same exit. She pushed through the door, feeling like a predator stalking her prey. There was no sign of Helen on the other side, but she noticed the nearby door to the ladies restroom coming to a slow close.
Evelyn felt her stomach buzzing with anticipation. This had started with nothing more than lingering looks, innocent touches and mild flirtation. Then Evelyn had increased the pressure bit by delectable bit. The eye-contact started to last a little too long. Touches became not so innocent, and there were words filled with innuendo in every conversation. Helen had resisted valiantly, but Evelyn knew when a woman wanted her. This wasn't exactly her first rodeo. She stalked down the corridor and, after a quick glance around to make sure nobody had followed her, she slipped through the door to the ladies.
Helen stood at a sink, her face dripping with water as if she'd been splashing it on her face just moments before. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them as Evelyn entered, and their gazes came together in the mirror above the sink. They both stood stock still for a long, tense moment, and then Helen dropped her eyes down, breaking the contact. “Don't.” She whispered.
Evelyn moved silently towards her quarry and pressed herself up against Helen's back, grabbing the counter on either side of the super so that she was caged in and had nowhere to run. The thin suit Elastigirl wore did nothing to stop Evelyn from feeling the heat of her body, and every breath she inhaled.
"Stop fighting it, Helen.” She nuzzled her nose into the crook of Helen's neck, properly inhaling her scent for the very first time. Her mouth watered in response and she had to fight the urge to sink her teeth into the tender flesh.
"I...I can't," Helen rasped as though the words were physically hurting her. "I can't do this...I have a husband...children...”
Evelyn brushed her lips over the shell of Helen's ear, smirking when she heard Helen take a shuddering breath. "One night, Helen." she ran one hand up along Helen's side, revelling in the other woman's generous curves - curves that had been haunting Evelyn's dreams for weeks. Helen shivered at her touch. "Just one night to scratch the itch. Nobody will ever know." She lightly palmed Helen's breast through her suit, feeling the pebble-like nipple beneath the fabric and wishing there were no clothes between them so she could take it between her fingers and give it a teasing pinch. Evelyn was desperate to hear Helen moan her name as she played with all the sexiest parts of the super's beautiful body. Evelyn's clit throbbed painfully just thinking about it. If it weren't for the fact that someone could walk in on them at any moment, Evelyn would gladly take Helen there and then.
Helen turned so they were face to face, still trapped between Evelyn and the counter. Her brown eyes were dark, almost black, and they held both fear and desire in equal measure. "Stop this,” she said quietly, “I can’t do this. I won’t do this.”
Evelyn smiled lazily. She knew that if Helen wanted to leave she could have already. She was a super, after all. Evelyn would be powerless to stop her. She leaned in closer, feeling a thrill run through her when Helen didn't stop her. "I want you, Helen, and you want me. It’s as simple as that." She deliberately dropped her gaze to Helen's lips, thinking about how easy it would be to close the distance and take them. Not yet, she told herself, even though Helen's pupils had doubled in size in anticipation of the kiss she thought was coming. Heaven's above, the woman was making it hard. Unable to resist, she moved closer so that her lips brushed Helen's lightly as she said her next words. "Tonight, for one night only, you can be Helen. Just Helen. No husband. No kids.” She cupped Helen's jaw in her palm and stroked her thumb sensually over the super's lower lip. “Just Helen." She finished. Then she pushed herself away finally, and Helen sagged against the counter as if Evelyn had been the only thing holding her up. “My room. Tonight.” She turned and swept through the exit without waiting for a response. She didn't need to hear an answer. Helen would come.
The digital clock at the side of Evelyn's bed read twenty-three fifty-nine. She stared at it intently until the numbers finally changed, and then she sat back against her disgustingly expensive pillows, feeling a frisson of excitement pass through her body as the seconds ticked by. She lifted one leg, causing her silk robe to fall open on one side, exposing half of her nude body from breast to foot. She cupped her breast and lightly massaged it until her nipple hardened against her palm, then she stroked her way down the smooth skin of her stomach and into the heat between her legs.
She found herself swollen and slick with arousal, and let herself simply enjoy the sensation of her fingers gliding up and down without an ounce of friction. She thought of Helen as she did so, of all the things she would do to her tonight. Her clit twitched beneath her fingers and she soothed it with light circular motions that she knew wouldn't do more than keep her flesh engorged with excitement. She wasn't about to have all the fun before Helen even arrived.
The light knock on her bedroom door made her lips curl into a self satisfied smile. She checked the clock again. Three minutes past midnight. Helen was late, but she was here. Evelyn rose from her bed and tied her robe loosely together as she padded over lush carpet to the door. She opened it to reveal Helen on the other side, standing at the threshold in a robe of her own that she clutched together at her chest. Their eyes met and a long silence ensued. Helen's cheeks were shaded red, as if she had been running, but Evelyn knew it wasn't that. It was pure shame. Mortification that Helen had brought herself to Evelyn's door. That she had chosen this of her own free will.
Evelyn leaned nonchalantly against the edge of the door and waited, her eyes boring into Helen's. It was the super who looked away first.
“I'm just Helen.” Helen said quietly. “For one night. I'm just Helen.”
Evelyn's lips twisted into a smirk and she stepped aside so that Helen could enter her room. When she was clear of the door, Evelyn closed and locked it. She turned to find Helen standing in the middle of the room, still holding her robe tight around her body and avoiding Evelyn's gaze.
Helen gestured towards Evelyn's bed. “Should I...?”
“No.” Evelyn joined her where she stood and reached up a hand to grasp Helen's chin gently between her fingers and thumb. She turned Helen's face towards hers until Helen couldn't help but meet her gaze. “Not yet.” Unable to resist any longer, she tangled her fingers within Helen's hair and pulled her in, crashing their lips together in a searing kiss that, after a few surprised moments, Helen returned with just as much fervour.
Fingers grasped the front of Evelyn's robe as the kiss quickly became passionately feral. Helen was devouring her mouth as if Evelyn was pure crystalline water and she was quenching a thirst that hadn't been sated for a very long time, if ever. It was as if a dam had been broken, and the desire Helen had held back for so long was flowing out of her in great waves. Evelyn gave back what she was given, nipping teasingly at Helen's lower lip and sucking at her tongue sensually whenever Helen pushed it past her lips. These ministrations made Helen moan into her mouth and Evelyn feasted hungrily on the sounds, her body responding to them with waves of fresh desire. She needed more of them.
She pulled blindly at the ties keeping Helen's robe together and pushed it off her shoulders, her hands roaming the newly revealed skin beneath. She explored Helen's upper body with her fingers, finding only a bra keeping her from Helen's breasts, which she wanted her hands and mouth on as soon as possible. She pulled the cups down to expose the peaked nipples underneath, and finally had to break the kiss she was very much enjoying to bend her head and take one between her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and licked it hard with the flat of her tongue before giving it a teasing bite. She felt Helen's head fall back and something between a gasp and a cry erupted from deep in her throat. So she bit again, bringing forth more noises that Helen either couldn't or wouldn't stifle. Fingers slid into her hair and held her firmly, keeping her where she was, urging her to carry on. She did so, though she moved the task to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. She bit it and tugged it and sucked it until the areola was red and swollen and wet with her saliva, and Helen's cries had died down to slow shuddering breaths instead. It was time to move on.
She left the nipple she had been teasing and dragged her lips and tongue down the centre of Helen's stomach as she lowered herself into a kneel, nuzzling and kissing the soft skin until she reached the hem of plain black briefs. She immediately hooked her fingers into the briefs and slid them slowly down Helen's trembling legs, following their exit down until she was able to bury her face into the dark triangle of auburn hair at the apex of Helen's thighs and inhale the intoxicating scent of her desire. It was thick and musty and it made Evelyn's mouth water with excitement. She ran her hands up the backs of Helen's legs, feeling the muscles quiver beneath her fingers as she went upwards until the terrain changed from thigh to ass and she took it firmly in her hands, pulling Helen's hips towards her, intending to feast. It was only the tensing of Helen's hands in her hair, pulling her away gently, that caused her to stop and look up into the eyes of the very woman she wanted so badly to taste.
“I won't be able to stand for much longer if you...” Helen's voice was raspy, her good-girl southern lilt even more pronounced than ever.
“Ah, right.” Evelyn smirked and released Helen from her grip. “Go, sit down.” She ordered softly. Helen did so, never taking her eyes off Evelyn, backing up slowly until her legs hit the edge of the bed and she was able to fall onto it, catching herself on her elbows. Evelyn followed her on all fours, like a panther getting ready to pounce, until she could slide herself up between Helen's legs, pushing them outwards by the knees as she did so, spreading her open. Helen was still wearing her bra, though it was caught below her breasts where Evelyn had dragged it earlier. That and the locks of hair that had fallen across Helen's face when she fell onto the bed made her look sensually dishevelled, as if she had been ravished already. The sight made Evelyn's clit twitch deliciously. Not ravished yet, but you will be, Helen.
“H-how many times have you done this?” Helen asked, breathless.
Evelyn quirked an eyebrow. “Fucked women? Too many times to count.” She grinned cockily. Helen's face darkened again, and the blush spread down her chest prettily. “You're the first super, though.” She added as she slipped her robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “So you are special, if that's what you're wondering.”
“N-no, I wasn't...” Helen trailed off as her eyes dropped to Evelyn's breasts, which were now fully on show.
Evelyn grinned, noticing Helen's distraction. “Don't worry, you'll get your chance. Later.” And with that promise she lowered her mouth to Helen's sex. The first touch of her tongue to Helen's clit was like a shock of electricity that made Helen jolt in surprise. She gasped as Evelyn pushed her tongue down deep between her folds, tasting the hot, sweet arousal that had gathered around the entrance to her sex. She kissed and licked and sucked as Helen came undone above her, moaning and groaning and trying to press her sex more firmly against Evelyn's tongue when she teased her with languid licks and light pressure.
“F-fuck, Evelyn...please...” Helen panted, the heels of her feet digging into the mattress as she tried again to get Evelyn to apply more pressure.
Evelyn was too busy enjoying Helen's flavour and the way her body squirmed and writhed on the bed, begging for release. It was far too soon to end this. She had so many more things she wanted to do. She gave Helen's sex one last slow lick, running her tongue extra slowly over the clit that was now twice the size it had been when she started, and then she kissed her way back up Helen's body. Helen made a sound like a whimper when she realised what was happening, and Evelyn greedily swallowed it with a long and sensual kiss. She knew Helen could taste herself on Evelyn's lips, and felt a thrill run through her when she realised Helen was enjoying it, even going so far as to run her tongue around Evelyn's lips where the sticky sweetness hadn't already been kissed away. “You like the way you taste, huh?” If she had expected Helen to blush like a schoolgirl, she was sorely disappointed.
“Only when its on your lips,” Helen murmured, her eyes dark as she looked up at Evelyn, “you make me want to do things I never thought I would...” she added huskily before pulling Evelyn down to capture her lips again.
When that kiss finally ended, Evelyn gestured to the middle of the bed. “Go there,” she instructed, “and get on your knees.” There was no hesitation from Helen. She turned and crawled to the middle of the bed, her ass swaying from side to side as she went. Evelyn watched, transfixed, starting to wonder if she was really the one in control any more. She followed Helen, kneeling just behind the full, round ass that she had found so hypnotising just moments ago. She reached for a pillow and placed it underneath Helen's head before urging her top half down and making her spread her legs a little wider.
The sight she had created was perfect. Gorgeous, she thought as she inspected her work. Helen's cheeks were split apart, and her sex was open to her, glistening invitingly with arousal. She moved close again, pressing her hips into Helen's ass and leaning over the prone woman, stroking her sides up and down slowly, tantalisingly. She pressed her mouth to Helen's ear. “I'm going to fuck you now, Helen.” She told her in a whisper, and the shiver that ran down Helen's spine and made her ass shake against Evelyn's centre was delicious.
“Please...” Helen breathed.
Evelyn smiled and kissed a path down Helen's back. As she did so, she reached underneath and drew her fingers through Helen's folds. Over the clit first, earning her a a moan, then down until she could slide her fingers deep into the wet, searing heat of Helen's sex. Helen whimpered deliciously into the pillow as Evelyn pumped her fingers in and out, in and out, finding a rhythm that made the noises grow louder whenever she made an inward thrust. The muscles inside Helen's sex were taught and they clamped down hard on Evelyn's fingers whenever they were sheathed. She added another finger. Surely Elastigirl of all people could take a little more. Though if she were using her powers right now, it didn't feel like it.
“Oh, fuck...” Helen growled, the sound muffled by her pillow, her body shaking as if it was about to explode.
Evelyn ran her mouth over one of her cheeks, halting to give it a quick, feral bite that made Helen jerk and caused her sex to clamp down hard on her fingers. She moved along, slowly, slowly, her lips tracing a path inwards to the ring of muscle that pulsated just above where her fingers were pistoning in and out of Helen. Keeping her pace with her fingers, she pressed her tongue to the ring, applying increasing pressure to the tight hole, pleasantly surprised when she felt it stretch open just a little and grant her entry. It closed around her tongue when she pressed it in as far as she could and she felt a wave of excitement, aware that Helen was manipulating the muscles on purpose because she wanted Evelyn's tongue inside her ass. Fuck, that's hot.
“F-fuck, Evelyn, I can't...I need to...” Helen voice was ragged with need.
Evelyn retrieved her tongue for a moment and grinned lazily. “You can come whenever you want, Helen, this is only the first round.” She resumed her ministrations immediately, already missing the feeling of Helen squeezing her tongue.
“Oh, oh God!” Almost as if she was only waiting for permission, Helen's orgasm came crashing into her at breakneck speed. Her cries were still muffled by the pillow, but they were plenty loud enough for Evelyn to hear and revel in. Her hand was covered in arousal, and the wet sound of Helen's muscles contracting around her fingers almost made her come herself. There was just something about the sound of a woman's pleasure that made her sex ache for release.
When the noises died down and Helen's body stilled, Evelyn slid her fingers and tongue free. Helen collapsed against the bed as Evelyn licked her fingers clean before crawling over Helen and straddling her ass. She leaned down to press kisses to the sweat dampened skin of Helen's shoulder blades as she rocked against one cheek, smearing it with all the wetness that had collected at her centre as she fucked Helen.
She wasn't one for making noises herself, but as she worked up her pleasure her breaths became staggered and her hips moved with less coordination. Just a little bit longer and she was going to come hard against Helen's beautiful ass.
She growled when Helen moved beneath her, breaking the contact she'd achieved and turning over between Evelyn's legs. She glared down at the super, ready to argue, but the hot desire in Helen's eyes stopped the words in her throat. Helen was looking up at her with a lazy, satisfied smile, and she kept eye-contact as she slid herself down the bed until her head was between Evelyn's legs. Evelyn watched her go, arousal ratcheting up as she realised what Helen was going to do.
Even though she now expected it, the feeling of Helen's mouth enclosing around her heated flesh made her shudder and a small gasp escaped her lips. “Fuck...” she breathed, as Helen explored every nook and crevice of her sex with the tip of her tongue. She was new at this, but not completely unskilled, Evelyn thought, very pleasantly surprised. When Helen's tongue suddenly entered her she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. After a moment she could feel it deep inside her and knew Helen must have used her powers to lengthen it. “Fuck, Helen...fuck...” She weaved a hand into Helen's auburn hair and grasped it tight as she rocked herself hard against Helen's mouth. She could feel Helen's nose pressing into her clit and she purposely ground against it, hoping the poor woman didn't have to come up for air any time soon. This was just too good. Helen's hands roamed her body, finding her breasts and trapping her nipples between deft fingers that squeezed and caressed her roughly. Fuck, she really liked that.
Finally, her muscles clenched hard around the tongue inside her and she came with a shudder, falling forward onto her hands and bucking her hips against Helen's face until every last drop of pleasure had been wrought out of her body. She collapsed to the side, spent, taking in lungfuls of air. Helen was gasping beside her, clearly also exhausted by their activities.
When she was just about recovered, Evelyn rolled back towards Helen and pulled her in for a long and sensual kiss. Helen responded immediately, kissing her back and throwing a leg possessively over Evelyn's hip. They were both damp with sweat and the smell of sex permeated the air, but they were far from done.
“You can keep going, right?” Helen murmured between kisses, her hands roaming everywhere on Evelyn's body.
Evelyn smirked against Helen's lips as she slid her fingers between the super's legs, finding her hot and swollen once again. “Like I said, sweetheart, that was only round one.”