The smugglers
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Lu hung suspended in the cold, thin air high above the mountains, arms folded across the impossible slabs of his pecs, golden hair whipping in the wind like a victory banner. The smug, haughty expression on his angelic face deepened into something darker, more primal. Below him the two targets waited like toys on a game board: the lonely gas station with its pathetic little ATM, and the five armed smugglers trudging through the pines with their backpacks of cash and cocaine.
He stared at his own thick forearms—veins like steel cables under flawless white skin—and felt a sudden, electric urge bloom in his chest. Not just to rob. To kill. He had ruined lives before, but never ended one. The thought sent a hot pulse straight to his cock. He wanted to feel how fragile they were, how easily a god could crush insects beneath his heel. The detachment was intoxicating; humanity was no longer his species. It was prey.
In the same heartbeat his enhanced mind—IQ tripled, new neural pathways blazing like lightning—processed every variable in a fraction of a second. The smugglers were isolated, deep in the national forest. Their bosses might notice their disappearance, but what could they do? File a missing-persons report on five known criminals? The money and drugs they carried would be untraceable once he took them. And they were armed. That made the game fun.
Decision made.
He arrowed downward, faster than sound, the wind screaming past his naked body in a sensual gale that kept his cock rock-hard and his nipples diamond-pointed. He laughed aloud—wild, wicked—then slammed into the earth directly in front of the smugglers like a golden meteor.
BOOM.
The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward. Trees swayed. The ground buckled. A crater ten feet wide opened beneath his bare feet. The five men were hurled off their feet, rifles clattering, backpacks spilling bricks of cash and cocaine across the dirt.
Lu rose slowly from the crouch, towering seven feet of naked, bloodless marble perfection. He rolled his shoulders, letting the moonlight slide over every ridge and valley of his body, and began to walk toward them—hips rolling with arrogant sensuality, cock swinging heavy and proud between thighs thicker than their waists. He felt no shame. Only pride. Only ownership.
The men scrambled upright, eyes wide with pure animal terror. One of them tried to speak and produced only a strangled whimper. They stared at the naked giant who had just fallen from the sky, at the crater, at the impossible muscles that gleamed like polished stone.
Before any of them could find words, the leader raised his AK-47 and opened fire.
BRATATATATATA
Bullets slammed into Lu’s chest, stomach, thighs. They flattened instantly against his skin, ricocheted off with harmless ping-ping-ping sounds, and buried themselves in the surrounding trees. He felt them—tiny, warm kisses against his invincible flesh.
He giggled. Actually giggled—high, delighted, boyish.
“Oh, that tickles,” he purred, voice velvet and thunder. “Do it again. Harder. Maybe you’ll manage to sting me this time.”
The others, in blind panic, joined in. A storm of gunfire erupted. Muzzle flashes lit the forest. Bullets bounced off his pecs, his abs, his face. One round even struck him directly in the eye; it simply flattened against the golden iris and dropped to the dirt.
Lu stood there, hands on hips, laughing louder, cock twitching with every impact. The sensation was obscene—tiny metal kisses all over his godlike body while five armed men emptied their magazines into him.
When the last gun clicked empty, he spoke, voice dripping contempt and amusement.
“Pathetic. Five grown men with automatic weapons and you can’t even scratch the paint. I’ve had better foreplay from a cheap vibrator.” He took one lazy step forward, looming over them like a living statue. “Look at you. Tiny. Soft. Human. I could sneeze and turn you into red mist. But where’s the fun in that?”
He reached out, faster than sight, and snatched the leader’s rifle. One casual squeeze and the steel crumpled like wet paper. He dropped the twisted wreckage, then wrapped his fingers around the man’s throat. The smuggler’s feet left the ground. Lu lifted him effortlessly, studying his bulging eyes with clinical interest.
“No remorse,” Lu whispered, almost tenderly. “How freeing.”
He squeezed. The neck snapped with a wet crack. He tossed the body aside like a discarded toy.
The remaining four scattered, screaming.
Lu moved like living lightning.
He caught the second man by the back of the jacket, yanked him backward, and drove his fist through the man’s spine. Bone and muscle parted like butter. He ripped the entire vertebral column out in one smooth pull, holding the bloody rope of bone up like a trophy. Blood painted his golden chest and abs in glistening streaks.
The third tried to run. Lu appeared in front of him in a blur, the man slamming face-first into the unyielding wall of Lu’s abs. He bounced off, stunned. Lu grabbed his head with both hands and twisted. The neck broke with a sound like a green branch snapping.
The fourth pulled a knife. Lu laughed, caught the blade between two fingers, and snapped it. Then he drove his thumb into the man’s eye socket, pushed until the skull gave way, and used the body as a club to batter the fifth man to the ground.
Only one left.
The last smuggler bolted into the trees, sobbing, legs pumping. Lu let him get twenty yards—pure sadistic generosity—then simply appeared in his path again. The man ran straight into Lu’s immovable body and collapsed in a heap.
He screamed, scrambling backward on all fours.
Lu’s smile widened. He wrapped one hand around his still-throbbing cock, gave it two lazy strokes, and fired.
A thick, glowing rope of cum shot out, coiled through the air like a living lasso, and wrapped around the man’s torso, pinning his arms. The viscous fluid hardened almost instantly, binding him tight.
Lu strolled forward, still stroking himself lazily.
“Run, little mouse. Run.”
The man thrashed, screaming. Lu placed one bare foot on the side of his head, pressing down slowly.
“Shhh. Time to sleep.”
The skull collapsed with a wet, crunching sound. Blood and brain matter squirted between Lu’s toes.
Silence fell over the forest.
Lu stood among the bodies, chest heaving, skin streaked crimson. He felt alive. Superior. Divine.
Adrenaline and lust surged through him in equal measure. He gripped his cock with both hands and began to jerk—hard, fast, brutal. His eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, face flushing deep rose-gold.
Splurge…
Spluurge…
Spluuurge!
A geyser of thick, custard-like cum erupted from him, powerful enough to shear straight through a nearby pine trunk. The tree toppled with a crash. Gallons of pearly fluid painted the forest floor, steaming in the cool night air.
Lu wiped his forehead with the back of one bloody hand, breathing hard, a lazy, satisfied grin on his face.
“Better than sex,” he murmured. “Much better.”
He shook the last drops from his cock, then turned toward the scattered backpacks.
Time to inspect the loot.
He stared at his own thick forearms—veins like steel cables under flawless white skin—and felt a sudden, electric urge bloom in his chest. Not just to rob. To kill. He had ruined lives before, but never ended one. The thought sent a hot pulse straight to his cock. He wanted to feel how fragile they were, how easily a god could crush insects beneath his heel. The detachment was intoxicating; humanity was no longer his species. It was prey.
In the same heartbeat his enhanced mind—IQ tripled, new neural pathways blazing like lightning—processed every variable in a fraction of a second. The smugglers were isolated, deep in the national forest. Their bosses might notice their disappearance, but what could they do? File a missing-persons report on five known criminals? The money and drugs they carried would be untraceable once he took them. And they were armed. That made the game fun.
Decision made.
He arrowed downward, faster than sound, the wind screaming past his naked body in a sensual gale that kept his cock rock-hard and his nipples diamond-pointed. He laughed aloud—wild, wicked—then slammed into the earth directly in front of the smugglers like a golden meteor.
BOOM.
The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward. Trees swayed. The ground buckled. A crater ten feet wide opened beneath his bare feet. The five men were hurled off their feet, rifles clattering, backpacks spilling bricks of cash and cocaine across the dirt.
Lu rose slowly from the crouch, towering seven feet of naked, bloodless marble perfection. He rolled his shoulders, letting the moonlight slide over every ridge and valley of his body, and began to walk toward them—hips rolling with arrogant sensuality, cock swinging heavy and proud between thighs thicker than their waists. He felt no shame. Only pride. Only ownership.
The men scrambled upright, eyes wide with pure animal terror. One of them tried to speak and produced only a strangled whimper. They stared at the naked giant who had just fallen from the sky, at the crater, at the impossible muscles that gleamed like polished stone.
Before any of them could find words, the leader raised his AK-47 and opened fire.
BRATATATATATA
Bullets slammed into Lu’s chest, stomach, thighs. They flattened instantly against his skin, ricocheted off with harmless ping-ping-ping sounds, and buried themselves in the surrounding trees. He felt them—tiny, warm kisses against his invincible flesh.
He giggled. Actually giggled—high, delighted, boyish.
“Oh, that tickles,” he purred, voice velvet and thunder. “Do it again. Harder. Maybe you’ll manage to sting me this time.”
The others, in blind panic, joined in. A storm of gunfire erupted. Muzzle flashes lit the forest. Bullets bounced off his pecs, his abs, his face. One round even struck him directly in the eye; it simply flattened against the golden iris and dropped to the dirt.
Lu stood there, hands on hips, laughing louder, cock twitching with every impact. The sensation was obscene—tiny metal kisses all over his godlike body while five armed men emptied their magazines into him.
When the last gun clicked empty, he spoke, voice dripping contempt and amusement.
“Pathetic. Five grown men with automatic weapons and you can’t even scratch the paint. I’ve had better foreplay from a cheap vibrator.” He took one lazy step forward, looming over them like a living statue. “Look at you. Tiny. Soft. Human. I could sneeze and turn you into red mist. But where’s the fun in that?”
He reached out, faster than sight, and snatched the leader’s rifle. One casual squeeze and the steel crumpled like wet paper. He dropped the twisted wreckage, then wrapped his fingers around the man’s throat. The smuggler’s feet left the ground. Lu lifted him effortlessly, studying his bulging eyes with clinical interest.
“No remorse,” Lu whispered, almost tenderly. “How freeing.”
He squeezed. The neck snapped with a wet crack. He tossed the body aside like a discarded toy.
The remaining four scattered, screaming.
Lu moved like living lightning.
He caught the second man by the back of the jacket, yanked him backward, and drove his fist through the man’s spine. Bone and muscle parted like butter. He ripped the entire vertebral column out in one smooth pull, holding the bloody rope of bone up like a trophy. Blood painted his golden chest and abs in glistening streaks.
The third tried to run. Lu appeared in front of him in a blur, the man slamming face-first into the unyielding wall of Lu’s abs. He bounced off, stunned. Lu grabbed his head with both hands and twisted. The neck broke with a sound like a green branch snapping.
The fourth pulled a knife. Lu laughed, caught the blade between two fingers, and snapped it. Then he drove his thumb into the man’s eye socket, pushed until the skull gave way, and used the body as a club to batter the fifth man to the ground.
Only one left.
The last smuggler bolted into the trees, sobbing, legs pumping. Lu let him get twenty yards—pure sadistic generosity—then simply appeared in his path again. The man ran straight into Lu’s immovable body and collapsed in a heap.
He screamed, scrambling backward on all fours.
Lu’s smile widened. He wrapped one hand around his still-throbbing cock, gave it two lazy strokes, and fired.
A thick, glowing rope of cum shot out, coiled through the air like a living lasso, and wrapped around the man’s torso, pinning his arms. The viscous fluid hardened almost instantly, binding him tight.
Lu strolled forward, still stroking himself lazily.
“Run, little mouse. Run.”
The man thrashed, screaming. Lu placed one bare foot on the side of his head, pressing down slowly.
“Shhh. Time to sleep.”
The skull collapsed with a wet, crunching sound. Blood and brain matter squirted between Lu’s toes.
Silence fell over the forest.
Lu stood among the bodies, chest heaving, skin streaked crimson. He felt alive. Superior. Divine.
Adrenaline and lust surged through him in equal measure. He gripped his cock with both hands and began to jerk—hard, fast, brutal. His eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, face flushing deep rose-gold.
Splurge…
Spluurge…
Spluuurge!
A geyser of thick, custard-like cum erupted from him, powerful enough to shear straight through a nearby pine trunk. The tree toppled with a crash. Gallons of pearly fluid painted the forest floor, steaming in the cool night air.
Lu wiped his forehead with the back of one bloody hand, breathing hard, a lazy, satisfied grin on his face.
“Better than sex,” he murmured. “Much better.”
He shook the last drops from his cock, then turned toward the scattered backpacks.
Time to inspect the loot.
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