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Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The first tampon commercial on the convention center's overhead screens snapped Danny's attention like a whip crack. A woman in pastel workout gear bounced through a field of flowers, grinning as she bled freely into her "ultra-thin, ultra-comfortable" product. His upper lip curled. Weakness, packaged and sold as empowerment. He turned away—straight into Crystal's eager face.
"Perfect timing!" She thrust a tablet at him, sponsorship deals glowing on-screen. "MuscleTech wants you sipping their intra-workout in videos. Just silent product placement—six figures per post." Danny scrawled his name without reading, already eyeing the exit. Crystal beamed. "We'll finalize tomorrow. You won't regret this." He shoved past her, muttering about deadlines.
He wanted to just fly to his apartment, ripping his shirt off midair, but he did want to expose his superpowers yet. He hailed an Uber, smirking when a white sedan pulled up—driven by a young woman with sharp cheekbones and a tight ponytail. "Damn," Danny murmured as he folded himself into the backseat, his thighs straining the seams of his shorts. "Didn’t know Uber came with a view."
She stiffened, fingers tightening on the wheel. "Destination?" Her voice was clipped, professional, but Danny leaned forward, letting his breath tickle her neck. "Oh, we’ll get there," he murmured. The car lurched forward as she stomped on the gas—hard. Danny’s head snapped back against the seat, but he just laughed, low and dark. "Feisty. I like that."
At a red light, she turned, eyes flashing. "Listen, pretty boy—" Danny cut her off by grabbing her chin, thumb pressing into her bottom lip. "No," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "You listen when a man talk—" The car lurched forward as she stomped the gas, sending his head snapping back against the seat. "Wrong answer, princess," he growled, ice crystals forming on the dashboard as his breath frosted the air between them.
"Look, I am not interesting... sir!" She said, making Danny laugh as he leaned closer, his massive frame crowding her space, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the raw musk of his post-workout sweat. "Oh, I think you'll find me very interesting," he purred, fingers tracing the edge of her seat, deliberately flexing his biceps until the veins pressed against her peripheral vision. She stiffened, knuckles whitening on the wheel, but Danny only smirked—her resistance was part of the game. "You keep telling yourself that," he murmured, breath hot against her ear. "But your pulse says otherwise."
At the next red light, she turned abruptly, her dark eyes flashing with defiance—until Danny's thumb pressed against the hollow of her throat, his grip just firm enough to make her swallow hard. "Careful," he whispered, watching her pupils dilate despite her anger. "You don’t get to tell me no." The engine roared as she slammed the gas pedal, but this time, Danny was ready—his free hand braced against the dashboard, muscles coiling like springs. The car lurched forward, but he didn’t budge an inch, his grin widening as her breath hitched. "See?" he murmured, thumb stroking her jugular. "You like it rough."
"You are a pig!" She spit, "You really think that women are just a aex toys for you?!" Danny smirked, stretching his massive frame across the backseat until his knees pressed against the divider. "Of course. Toys that need to be reminded of their place." He flexed his biceps, watching the veins rise under bronzed skin. "And you, little driver, are overdue for a lesson."
"Take you fucking 50s Sexism and shave it in your ass pig!" The driver snarled, gripping the wheel until her knuckles turned white. Danny leaned forward, his breath frosting the rearview mirror as he murmured, "Funny—you keep saying 'pig' but your thighs just squeezed together." Her gasp was audible. The car swerved as her legs jerked apart instinctively, proving him right.
"I am a lesbian," the driver snapped, jabbing a finger at the rainbow pin on her shirt. Danny leaned forward, his breath hot against her neck as he chuckled—low, dark, amused. "No, sweetheart. You’re a pretend lesbian because you never had a real man ruin you properly." Her knuckles whitened around the wheel, but the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her. Danny grinned, flexing his biceps against the back of her seat. "Tell you what. Pull over, and I’ll show you why your girlfriend’s fingers can’t compete."
The car swerved into a dim alleyway before she could protest, her chest heaving. Danny didn’t wait—one hand wrenched her chin toward him while the other yanked her seatbelt loose. She gasped as his lips crashed against hers, tongue pushing past her teeth like he owned her mouth. Her hands flew up to shove him away—then froze, fingers curling into his shirt instead. The kiss was obscene, wet, perfect, and her hips rocked forward instinctively, craving friction she’d never admit to wanting.
Danny androgynous beauty was too much for her, she want him to fuck her. She surrender as he kissed her, tongue pushing deep into her mouth, swallowing her weak protest. His hands slid under her shirt, tracing the curve of her ribs before wrenching her pants down with effortless strength. Her thighs trembled—not from fear, but from the electric anticipation of his body claiming hers.
She gasped as his thick cock pressed against her entrance, slick with need despite her pride. He didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate; he simply pushed inside with a single, brutal thrust, filling her completely. Her back arched, nails digging into his shoulders as he pinned her against the seat, his lips never leaving hers. The kiss was suffocating, dominant, his tongue mimicking the relentless rhythm of his hips.
The driver’s thighs trembled, caught between resistance and surrender. Every snap of his pelvis sent shockwaves through her, her body betraying her with each desperate clench around him. She wanted to scream—not in protest, but in pleasure—but his mouth swallowed every sound, his breath hot and mocking. "Pathetic," he growled against her lips, fingers twisting in her hair. "You’re dripping for me like a cheap whore."
He arched her back further, exposing her throat to his teeth as his thrusts turned punishing. The dashboard rattled, her legs splayed wide, pinned by his sheer bulk. His hand slid between them, thumb circling her clit with cruel precision—not to tease, but to destroy. She came with a muffled sob, her body seizing around him, thighs clamping tight as if trying to keep him inside forever.
Splurge
He grunted, burying himself deep, hot cum flooding her as his hips jerked erratically.
When he pulled out, strings of silver connected them briefly before snapping. He wiped himself casually on her discarded panties, watching her chest heave, her lips swollen from his kiss. With deliberate cruelty, he plucked the rainbow pin from her visor—the one she’d defiantly worn since freshman year—and examined it between thumb and forefinger. "Guess this was a lie," he murmured, then flicked it out the window into the alley’s shadows.
Where now?
1. Danny had enough fun for today tell the driver to take him to his apartment.
2. Danny want to have more fun and tell the driver to take him to her place.
"Perfect timing!" She thrust a tablet at him, sponsorship deals glowing on-screen. "MuscleTech wants you sipping their intra-workout in videos. Just silent product placement—six figures per post." Danny scrawled his name without reading, already eyeing the exit. Crystal beamed. "We'll finalize tomorrow. You won't regret this." He shoved past her, muttering about deadlines.
He wanted to just fly to his apartment, ripping his shirt off midair, but he did want to expose his superpowers yet. He hailed an Uber, smirking when a white sedan pulled up—driven by a young woman with sharp cheekbones and a tight ponytail. "Damn," Danny murmured as he folded himself into the backseat, his thighs straining the seams of his shorts. "Didn’t know Uber came with a view."
She stiffened, fingers tightening on the wheel. "Destination?" Her voice was clipped, professional, but Danny leaned forward, letting his breath tickle her neck. "Oh, we’ll get there," he murmured. The car lurched forward as she stomped on the gas—hard. Danny’s head snapped back against the seat, but he just laughed, low and dark. "Feisty. I like that."
At a red light, she turned, eyes flashing. "Listen, pretty boy—" Danny cut her off by grabbing her chin, thumb pressing into her bottom lip. "No," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "You listen when a man talk—" The car lurched forward as she stomped the gas, sending his head snapping back against the seat. "Wrong answer, princess," he growled, ice crystals forming on the dashboard as his breath frosted the air between them.
"Look, I am not interesting... sir!" She said, making Danny laugh as he leaned closer, his massive frame crowding her space, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the raw musk of his post-workout sweat. "Oh, I think you'll find me very interesting," he purred, fingers tracing the edge of her seat, deliberately flexing his biceps until the veins pressed against her peripheral vision. She stiffened, knuckles whitening on the wheel, but Danny only smirked—her resistance was part of the game. "You keep telling yourself that," he murmured, breath hot against her ear. "But your pulse says otherwise."
At the next red light, she turned abruptly, her dark eyes flashing with defiance—until Danny's thumb pressed against the hollow of her throat, his grip just firm enough to make her swallow hard. "Careful," he whispered, watching her pupils dilate despite her anger. "You don’t get to tell me no." The engine roared as she slammed the gas pedal, but this time, Danny was ready—his free hand braced against the dashboard, muscles coiling like springs. The car lurched forward, but he didn’t budge an inch, his grin widening as her breath hitched. "See?" he murmured, thumb stroking her jugular. "You like it rough."
"You are a pig!" She spit, "You really think that women are just a aex toys for you?!" Danny smirked, stretching his massive frame across the backseat until his knees pressed against the divider. "Of course. Toys that need to be reminded of their place." He flexed his biceps, watching the veins rise under bronzed skin. "And you, little driver, are overdue for a lesson."
"Take you fucking 50s Sexism and shave it in your ass pig!" The driver snarled, gripping the wheel until her knuckles turned white. Danny leaned forward, his breath frosting the rearview mirror as he murmured, "Funny—you keep saying 'pig' but your thighs just squeezed together." Her gasp was audible. The car swerved as her legs jerked apart instinctively, proving him right.
"I am a lesbian," the driver snapped, jabbing a finger at the rainbow pin on her shirt. Danny leaned forward, his breath hot against her neck as he chuckled—low, dark, amused. "No, sweetheart. You’re a pretend lesbian because you never had a real man ruin you properly." Her knuckles whitened around the wheel, but the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her. Danny grinned, flexing his biceps against the back of her seat. "Tell you what. Pull over, and I’ll show you why your girlfriend’s fingers can’t compete."
The car swerved into a dim alleyway before she could protest, her chest heaving. Danny didn’t wait—one hand wrenched her chin toward him while the other yanked her seatbelt loose. She gasped as his lips crashed against hers, tongue pushing past her teeth like he owned her mouth. Her hands flew up to shove him away—then froze, fingers curling into his shirt instead. The kiss was obscene, wet, perfect, and her hips rocked forward instinctively, craving friction she’d never admit to wanting.
Danny androgynous beauty was too much for her, she want him to fuck her. She surrender as he kissed her, tongue pushing deep into her mouth, swallowing her weak protest. His hands slid under her shirt, tracing the curve of her ribs before wrenching her pants down with effortless strength. Her thighs trembled—not from fear, but from the electric anticipation of his body claiming hers.
She gasped as his thick cock pressed against her entrance, slick with need despite her pride. He didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate; he simply pushed inside with a single, brutal thrust, filling her completely. Her back arched, nails digging into his shoulders as he pinned her against the seat, his lips never leaving hers. The kiss was suffocating, dominant, his tongue mimicking the relentless rhythm of his hips.
The driver’s thighs trembled, caught between resistance and surrender. Every snap of his pelvis sent shockwaves through her, her body betraying her with each desperate clench around him. She wanted to scream—not in protest, but in pleasure—but his mouth swallowed every sound, his breath hot and mocking. "Pathetic," he growled against her lips, fingers twisting in her hair. "You’re dripping for me like a cheap whore."
He arched her back further, exposing her throat to his teeth as his thrusts turned punishing. The dashboard rattled, her legs splayed wide, pinned by his sheer bulk. His hand slid between them, thumb circling her clit with cruel precision—not to tease, but to destroy. She came with a muffled sob, her body seizing around him, thighs clamping tight as if trying to keep him inside forever.
Splurge
He grunted, burying himself deep, hot cum flooding her as his hips jerked erratically.
When he pulled out, strings of silver connected them briefly before snapping. He wiped himself casually on her discarded panties, watching her chest heave, her lips swollen from his kiss. With deliberate cruelty, he plucked the rainbow pin from her visor—the one she’d defiantly worn since freshman year—and examined it between thumb and forefinger. "Guess this was a lie," he murmured, then flicked it out the window into the alley’s shadows.
Where now?
1. Danny had enough fun for today tell the driver to take him to his apartment.
2. Danny want to have more fun and tell the driver to take him to her place.
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