Here come Charlotte Morningstar
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 24
by
copier
· original author:
an188
He was about to move to the meteorite when the hair on his arms stood up. Danny froze mid-step, his enhanced senses prickling with an unfamiliar energy signature. Slowly, he raised his head—and his cock twitched violently against his thigh. Towering before him, haloed by the meteorite's fading glow, stood a woman who looked like she'd stepped out of his wettest fantasy. Seven feet of pure muscle wrapped in a tiny sparkling red strapless dress that barely contained her ludicrous curves. Her golden eyes locked onto his with the same stunned recognition he felt burning through his own veins.
She moved first—one long, sculpted leg striding forward, the dress riding up dangerously high on her thigh. Every step made her enormous breasts quiver slightly, defying physics just like his own impossible physique. Danny's mouth went dry as he catalogued her: the platinum-streaked golden hair tied in a low ponytail, the black lips contrasting against rosy cheeks, the way her very long manicured golden nails flexed at her sides like she was resisting the urge to grab him. Her scent hit him—burnt sugar and ozone, just like the meteorite, but undercut with something dangerously feminine. His cock throbbed.
They look at each other in stunned silence, Danny's cock twitching violently against his thigh as the woman's golden eyes trace every vein bulging across his chest. Her black lips part slightly, revealing sharp white teeth—too white, too perfect—as her gaze flicks down to where his shorts strain obscenely. She takes another step forward, the red dress riding higher up her impossibly thick thighs, and suddenly Danny understands why she moves with such deliberate slowness—her muscles are so densely packed that every motion requires Herculean control.
"Danny...?" She whispered, her golden irises dilating, black lips parting as her sculpted chest heaved. Recognition hit him like a freight train—those high cheekbones, the curve of her jaw, the way her thighs flexed unconsciously. "Charlie?" he rasped, stepping closer, the earth trembling under his bare feet. Her scent flooded his nostrils—burnt sugar and iron—identical to his own after transformation. She matched his advance, her towering frame casting moonlight shadows across his face, the red dress straining against her swelling pectorals as she breathed faster.
Charlotte Morningstar or Charlie as she was called but not for her face because she hated not using her full name was the sexiest, richest girl and The biggest bitch on Havenridge College if not the entire country. She strode forward, her golden eyes locking onto Danny's with predatory amusement, the slit of her red dress riding dangerously high on her thick, sculpted thighs with each deliberate step. "My beloved," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed condescension, her black-painted lips curling into a smirk that mirrored his own arrogance perfectly. The meteorite's glow cast eerie shadows across her exaggerated curves—hips that flared like an hourglass, shoulders broad enough to rival his own, and a chest that strained against the fabric with every breath, daring him to look. "You know that I don't let anyone call me that name, it Charlotte!" Danny raised an eyebrow, stepping closer until their chests nearly brushed, inhaling sharply as her scent—burnt sugar, expensive perfume, and something dangerously electric—flooded his senses. "Princess," he drawled, deliberately provoking her, one hand sliding up her waist to grip the curve of her hip possessively. "Still throwing tantrums when you don't get your way?"
They use to date together and their relationship was perfect. They had everything in common, from their love of power and control to their insatiable appetites for dominance and pleasure. They were the college royal couple—untouchable, feared, and worshipped. But two alphas could never share a throne, and their breakup was as explosive as their passion. But they were still in love, sending cute messages to one another and gifts on birthdays.
"How adorable..." Charlie purred, stalking toward Danny with predatory grace—her stilettos sinking into the scorched earth with each click, her impossibly wide hips swaying beneath a skirt so tight it looked painted on. The meteorite's glow gilded her collarbones and the impossible swell of her breasts straining against silk. "My beloved little Danny grew up so big and strong." Her smirk was a razor wrapped in velvet as she traced one manicured finger down his sweat-slicked pec. "Still running around naked like a feral god, I see."
"You should try nudism, Char-char," Danny purred, rolling his shoulders so his deltoids swelled under the moonlight, veins snaking down his arms like live wires. "Might finally stop stuffing yourself into those ridiculous skirts." Charlie scoffed, flicking her platinum-blonde curls over one shoulder—a move that made her biceps flex against her designer blazer’s sleeves. "Darling, unlike you, I don’t need to flaunt my assets like a common exhibitionist." Her stiletto tapped impatiently, sinking deeper into the charred earth. "Though I do enjoy watching you try."
"So Char-char, how did you get so.... big... and sexy?" Danny smirked, deliberately letting his gaze drag down Charlie's impossibly hourglass frame - her waist cinched to cartoonish proportions by what had to be a custom corset beneath that blazer, her thighs thicker than most men's torsos straining against silk. She arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, the meteorite's glow catching the diamond stud in her nose as she leaned in until their lips nearly touched. "Oh darling," she purred in that cut-glass accent, "I could ask you the same, but i do believethat we both know the answer forme and your " Her manicured nail traced the vein throbbing along his bicep. "Though I *do* approve of the upgrades."
"I was running in the forest when I found the meteorite," Danny said casually, flexing his abs as Charlie traced a manicured nail down his chest. "I was on a private resort in Switzerland," she countered, rolling her eyes. "Daddy’s Christmas gift—skiing was boring until the sky lit up." Her other hand slid lower, fingers teasing the waistband of his shorts. "Though I do wonder—your eyes are still blue not gold... do I see content lance?" Her face was close to his. He shoot golden laser beams, destroying his blue contact lenses and exposing her golden eyes. "You look better with those!" She smirk.
"Superpowers?" He asked her and she, nonchalantly, walk to a tree and easily ripped it from the ground with one hand. "I was always stronger than you, darling," Charlotte drawled, tossing the fifty-foot pine aside like a discarded toothpick. Her golden eyes glinted as she adjusted her diamond-encrusted Cartier watch—untouched by the feat of strength—before sauntering back toward him, her stiletto sinking into the soft earth with each exaggerated sway of her hips. "Though I suppose now you might finally last more than three minutes in bed." She flex her huge bicep, bigger than his head now.
He squeeze her bicep, she moaned. "What the chances that the two biggest bitches in the earth will separately become gods!" Danny smiled at her. She leaned in, her lips brushing his earlobe. "Darling, we were always gods," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "The meteorite just made it official." Her manicured nails traced the golden veins now visible beneath his skin, following the path down his chest, stopping just above his waistband. "Though I must say, this upgrade suits you. All that power simmering under the surface... reminds me of our little yacht incident in Monaco." Danny smirked, catching her wrist before she could go further. "Careful, princess. Last time we played with fire, you needed a new chandelier."
Danny strat squeezing her solid hard breasts and she moaned. Charlotte's smirk widened, her golden eyes flashing with challenge as she pressed closer, her manicured nails digging into his biceps. "Still think you can handle me, darling?" she purred, rolling her hips against his thigh with deliberate friction. The air crackled between them—not just with static from their meteorite-gifted power, but with the familiar, intoxicating push-pull of two predators circling each other.
"But now for the biggest question how going to be the biggest god between us?" She nodded towards the glowing meteorite, where the golden light pulsed like a heartbeat. Danny flexed his bicep—veins spiderwebbing under skin that shimmered faintly—then smirked as Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Still compensating, darling?" she drawled, stroking his pec with a single polished fingernail. "Maybe we could share it, like grown-up..."
They...
She moved first—one long, sculpted leg striding forward, the dress riding up dangerously high on her thigh. Every step made her enormous breasts quiver slightly, defying physics just like his own impossible physique. Danny's mouth went dry as he catalogued her: the platinum-streaked golden hair tied in a low ponytail, the black lips contrasting against rosy cheeks, the way her very long manicured golden nails flexed at her sides like she was resisting the urge to grab him. Her scent hit him—burnt sugar and ozone, just like the meteorite, but undercut with something dangerously feminine. His cock throbbed.
They look at each other in stunned silence, Danny's cock twitching violently against his thigh as the woman's golden eyes trace every vein bulging across his chest. Her black lips part slightly, revealing sharp white teeth—too white, too perfect—as her gaze flicks down to where his shorts strain obscenely. She takes another step forward, the red dress riding higher up her impossibly thick thighs, and suddenly Danny understands why she moves with such deliberate slowness—her muscles are so densely packed that every motion requires Herculean control.
"Danny...?" She whispered, her golden irises dilating, black lips parting as her sculpted chest heaved. Recognition hit him like a freight train—those high cheekbones, the curve of her jaw, the way her thighs flexed unconsciously. "Charlie?" he rasped, stepping closer, the earth trembling under his bare feet. Her scent flooded his nostrils—burnt sugar and iron—identical to his own after transformation. She matched his advance, her towering frame casting moonlight shadows across his face, the red dress straining against her swelling pectorals as she breathed faster.
Charlotte Morningstar or Charlie as she was called but not for her face because she hated not using her full name was the sexiest, richest girl and The biggest bitch on Havenridge College if not the entire country. She strode forward, her golden eyes locking onto Danny's with predatory amusement, the slit of her red dress riding dangerously high on her thick, sculpted thighs with each deliberate step. "My beloved," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed condescension, her black-painted lips curling into a smirk that mirrored his own arrogance perfectly. The meteorite's glow cast eerie shadows across her exaggerated curves—hips that flared like an hourglass, shoulders broad enough to rival his own, and a chest that strained against the fabric with every breath, daring him to look. "You know that I don't let anyone call me that name, it Charlotte!" Danny raised an eyebrow, stepping closer until their chests nearly brushed, inhaling sharply as her scent—burnt sugar, expensive perfume, and something dangerously electric—flooded his senses. "Princess," he drawled, deliberately provoking her, one hand sliding up her waist to grip the curve of her hip possessively. "Still throwing tantrums when you don't get your way?"
They use to date together and their relationship was perfect. They had everything in common, from their love of power and control to their insatiable appetites for dominance and pleasure. They were the college royal couple—untouchable, feared, and worshipped. But two alphas could never share a throne, and their breakup was as explosive as their passion. But they were still in love, sending cute messages to one another and gifts on birthdays.
"How adorable..." Charlie purred, stalking toward Danny with predatory grace—her stilettos sinking into the scorched earth with each click, her impossibly wide hips swaying beneath a skirt so tight it looked painted on. The meteorite's glow gilded her collarbones and the impossible swell of her breasts straining against silk. "My beloved little Danny grew up so big and strong." Her smirk was a razor wrapped in velvet as she traced one manicured finger down his sweat-slicked pec. "Still running around naked like a feral god, I see."
"You should try nudism, Char-char," Danny purred, rolling his shoulders so his deltoids swelled under the moonlight, veins snaking down his arms like live wires. "Might finally stop stuffing yourself into those ridiculous skirts." Charlie scoffed, flicking her platinum-blonde curls over one shoulder—a move that made her biceps flex against her designer blazer’s sleeves. "Darling, unlike you, I don’t need to flaunt my assets like a common exhibitionist." Her stiletto tapped impatiently, sinking deeper into the charred earth. "Though I do enjoy watching you try."
"So Char-char, how did you get so.... big... and sexy?" Danny smirked, deliberately letting his gaze drag down Charlie's impossibly hourglass frame - her waist cinched to cartoonish proportions by what had to be a custom corset beneath that blazer, her thighs thicker than most men's torsos straining against silk. She arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, the meteorite's glow catching the diamond stud in her nose as she leaned in until their lips nearly touched. "Oh darling," she purred in that cut-glass accent, "I could ask you the same, but i do believethat we both know the answer forme and your " Her manicured nail traced the vein throbbing along his bicep. "Though I *do* approve of the upgrades."
"I was running in the forest when I found the meteorite," Danny said casually, flexing his abs as Charlie traced a manicured nail down his chest. "I was on a private resort in Switzerland," she countered, rolling her eyes. "Daddy’s Christmas gift—skiing was boring until the sky lit up." Her other hand slid lower, fingers teasing the waistband of his shorts. "Though I do wonder—your eyes are still blue not gold... do I see content lance?" Her face was close to his. He shoot golden laser beams, destroying his blue contact lenses and exposing her golden eyes. "You look better with those!" She smirk.
"Superpowers?" He asked her and she, nonchalantly, walk to a tree and easily ripped it from the ground with one hand. "I was always stronger than you, darling," Charlotte drawled, tossing the fifty-foot pine aside like a discarded toothpick. Her golden eyes glinted as she adjusted her diamond-encrusted Cartier watch—untouched by the feat of strength—before sauntering back toward him, her stiletto sinking into the soft earth with each exaggerated sway of her hips. "Though I suppose now you might finally last more than three minutes in bed." She flex her huge bicep, bigger than his head now.
He squeeze her bicep, she moaned. "What the chances that the two biggest bitches in the earth will separately become gods!" Danny smiled at her. She leaned in, her lips brushing his earlobe. "Darling, we were always gods," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "The meteorite just made it official." Her manicured nails traced the golden veins now visible beneath his skin, following the path down his chest, stopping just above his waistband. "Though I must say, this upgrade suits you. All that power simmering under the surface... reminds me of our little yacht incident in Monaco." Danny smirked, catching her wrist before she could go further. "Careful, princess. Last time we played with fire, you needed a new chandelier."
Danny strat squeezing her solid hard breasts and she moaned. Charlotte's smirk widened, her golden eyes flashing with challenge as she pressed closer, her manicured nails digging into his biceps. "Still think you can handle me, darling?" she purred, rolling her hips against his thigh with deliberate friction. The air crackled between them—not just with static from their meteorite-gifted power, but with the familiar, intoxicating push-pull of two predators circling each other.
"But now for the biggest question how going to be the biggest god between us?" She nodded towards the glowing meteorite, where the golden light pulsed like a heartbeat. Danny flexed his bicep—veins spiderwebbing under skin that shimmered faintly—then smirked as Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Still compensating, darling?" she drawled, stroking his pec with a single polished fingernail. "Maybe we could share it, like grown-up..."
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