Lovers fight
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The meteorite’s eerie glow dimmed to a faint pulse, leaving Vox and Alastor alone in the smoking crater. Vox towered at seven feet of impossible perfection, his pale skin stretched tight over slabs of muscle that flexed and rippled with every breath. His pectorals were heavy, squared plates of power, nipples peaked and hypersensitive; his abs carved an eight-pack deep enough to cast shadows. Thick blue veins glowed beneath his skin in time with his electric-blue halo. His once-cropped hair had lengthened into a silken silver-streaked mane that brushed his broad shoulders, framing a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Between his tree-trunk thighs, his cock hung heavy and half-hard, still leaking thick beads of electric-blue fluid that dripped onto the scorched earth.
Across from him, Alastor mirrored the godlike form—golden-olive skin gleaming, pink halo flaring seductively, curls tousled in artful disarray. His waistcoat hung in tatters over a torso of ridged muscle, nipples flushed dark pink, cock thick and glistening with pink-tinged precum that smeared down one powerful thigh.
Their eyes locked. Halos flared brighter. The air between them crackled.
Vox’s super senses kicked in unbidden: he could hear Alastor’s heartbeat thudding like war drums, smell the sharp musk of sweat, cum, and ozone rolling off that perfect body. Without thinking, he stepped forward. Alastor met him in the center of the crater.
Their mouths crashed together in a deep, filthy kiss. Tongues shoved in instantly, hot and wet, sliding and wrestling with desperate hunger. Saliva flooded their mouths, dripping in messy strings down their chins and onto heaving pecs. Vox groaned into Alastor’s mouth, tasting bourbon and cosmic sweetness, his claws raking down the radio host’s broadened back while Alastor’s talons dug into Vox’s ass, pulling their bodies flush. Massive chests mashed together, nipples dragging and sparking pleasure. Their cocks slammed hard against ripped abs, sliding and grinding, smearing blue and pink fluids into a slick, glowing mess between them. The kiss grew sloppier, tongues thrusting deep, teeth nipping swollen lips that healed instantly. Wet, obscene sounds echoed in Vox’s super-hearing as their halos pulsed in time, blue and pink light swirling around them.
Vox’s cock throbbed painfully, leaking harder, the power making every slide of skin feel electric. Alastor moaned low and filthy, hips rolling, grinding their erections together until strings of mixed cum stretched between them.
Then Alastor pulled back just enough to smirk against Vox’s lips, voice velvet and venomous. “Mmm… not bad for a has-been TV hack. Even with the fancy new silver hair, you’re still second best, darling.”
The petty jab hit like a spark on gasoline. Vox’s eyes narrowed, blue halo flaring. “Second best? Your dusty radio voice is obsolete, you smug prick. I’ll own the airwaves while you’re still whispering into a dead microphone.”
Alastor’s pink halo blazed. “Prove it, then. Let’s see who the real alpha is now.”
The fight ignited.
Vox lunged with super speed, a blue blur slamming into Alastor. Super strength met super strength in a grapple that made their massive muscles bulge obscenely—biceps peaking like mountains, veins throbbing. Vox lifted Alastor clean off the ground and hurled him. Alastor rocketed backward, crashing through twenty pine trees in a deafening explosion of splintered wood and flying needles. But he was completely unharmed, laughing as he twisted mid-air and flew straight back at Vox like a pink missile.
They collided in the sky, fists like wrecking balls. Vox’s laser eyes fired on instinct—twin searing blue beams lancing from his gaze. They slammed into Alastor’s chest and scattered harmlessly off his invulnerable skin, but the deflected energy vaporized an entire line of forest behind him into ash and roaring flames. Alastor retaliated with his own pink laser vision; Vox blurred aside with super speed, the beams carving smoking trenches through the mountainside.
Vox inhaled sharply and unleashed super breath—a hurricane gale exploding from his lungs that sent Alastor tumbling through the canopy, uprooting ancient trees in a roaring path of destruction. Alastor countered with cold breath, blasting a freezing arctic wind that flash-froze half an acre into glittering ice; branches shattered like glass under the sudden cold. Their bodies twisted and grappled in mid-air, flight carrying them higher, cocks still rock-hard and slapping wetly against thighs with every powerful movement. Sweat poured off their godlike frames, glistening on every striated muscle.
Super senses overwhelmed Vox: he heard Alastor’s every taunting laugh and ragged breath, smelled the thick scent of their combined arousal cutting through smoke and pine, felt the heat rolling off that golden skin. Every invulnerable punch and slam only made them harder, power feeding their lust even as they fought.
The forest around the crater was annihilated. Trees toppled in waves, fires raged from laser blasts, ice patches cracked and melted into steaming craters, sonic booms from super-speed dashes flattening everything in a half-mile radius.
In the frenzy, Alastor unleashed a combined pink laser and cold-breath blast that rocketed Vox through the treeline like a comet. Vox recovered in flight, hovering above the devastation, chest heaving, cock still leaking. He spun, scanning with enhanced vision and hearing.
Alastor was gone.
The destruction was too vast—smoke, falling debris, and crackling flames masked every trace. Vox’s super senses picked up nothing but wind and dying fires. “Alastor!” he roared, voice booming through the ruined woods. “This isn’t over, you coward!”
Only echoes answered. They had lost each other in the smoking wreckage of their own power.
Vox landed hard, boots cracking the frozen earth, body still buzzing with unspent energy and frustrated lust. Alone.
What Vox do now?
1. Vox activates his super senses and flight to hunt Alastor.
Vox refuses to let the smug bastard slip away. Using his enhanced hearing to catch the faintest echo of that velvet voice and super smell to track the unique mix of bergamot, bourbon, and pink cum on the wind, he rockets into the night sky. The chase leads him back toward Havenridge, where Alastor is already causing chaos in the city—broadcasting live from a skyscraper with his new powers. Their reunion becomes a public cat-and-mouse game of super-powered foreplay: laser duels lighting up the skyline, super-speed pursuits through traffic, and stolen deep kisses mid-air that leave both of them aching and leaking before they crash into a private penthouse for a destructive, muscle-worshipping fuck that levels half a city block.
2. Vox stays in the ruined forest and tests his new god-body alone.
Left seething and unbearably horny, Vox decides to explore the full limits of his powers in private. He uses super strength to uproot entire trees and bend them like straws while stroking his massive cock; flies upside-down to test new angles of self-pleasure; fires controlled laser eyes to warm his own skin and heighten sensitivity; and unleashes cold/super breath on his leaking cock for mind-shattering temperature play. The power rush pushes him to shattering orgasms that spray glowing blue ropes across the devastated landscape.
Across from him, Alastor mirrored the godlike form—golden-olive skin gleaming, pink halo flaring seductively, curls tousled in artful disarray. His waistcoat hung in tatters over a torso of ridged muscle, nipples flushed dark pink, cock thick and glistening with pink-tinged precum that smeared down one powerful thigh.
Their eyes locked. Halos flared brighter. The air between them crackled.
Vox’s super senses kicked in unbidden: he could hear Alastor’s heartbeat thudding like war drums, smell the sharp musk of sweat, cum, and ozone rolling off that perfect body. Without thinking, he stepped forward. Alastor met him in the center of the crater.
Their mouths crashed together in a deep, filthy kiss. Tongues shoved in instantly, hot and wet, sliding and wrestling with desperate hunger. Saliva flooded their mouths, dripping in messy strings down their chins and onto heaving pecs. Vox groaned into Alastor’s mouth, tasting bourbon and cosmic sweetness, his claws raking down the radio host’s broadened back while Alastor’s talons dug into Vox’s ass, pulling their bodies flush. Massive chests mashed together, nipples dragging and sparking pleasure. Their cocks slammed hard against ripped abs, sliding and grinding, smearing blue and pink fluids into a slick, glowing mess between them. The kiss grew sloppier, tongues thrusting deep, teeth nipping swollen lips that healed instantly. Wet, obscene sounds echoed in Vox’s super-hearing as their halos pulsed in time, blue and pink light swirling around them.
Vox’s cock throbbed painfully, leaking harder, the power making every slide of skin feel electric. Alastor moaned low and filthy, hips rolling, grinding their erections together until strings of mixed cum stretched between them.
Then Alastor pulled back just enough to smirk against Vox’s lips, voice velvet and venomous. “Mmm… not bad for a has-been TV hack. Even with the fancy new silver hair, you’re still second best, darling.”
The petty jab hit like a spark on gasoline. Vox’s eyes narrowed, blue halo flaring. “Second best? Your dusty radio voice is obsolete, you smug prick. I’ll own the airwaves while you’re still whispering into a dead microphone.”
Alastor’s pink halo blazed. “Prove it, then. Let’s see who the real alpha is now.”
The fight ignited.
Vox lunged with super speed, a blue blur slamming into Alastor. Super strength met super strength in a grapple that made their massive muscles bulge obscenely—biceps peaking like mountains, veins throbbing. Vox lifted Alastor clean off the ground and hurled him. Alastor rocketed backward, crashing through twenty pine trees in a deafening explosion of splintered wood and flying needles. But he was completely unharmed, laughing as he twisted mid-air and flew straight back at Vox like a pink missile.
They collided in the sky, fists like wrecking balls. Vox’s laser eyes fired on instinct—twin searing blue beams lancing from his gaze. They slammed into Alastor’s chest and scattered harmlessly off his invulnerable skin, but the deflected energy vaporized an entire line of forest behind him into ash and roaring flames. Alastor retaliated with his own pink laser vision; Vox blurred aside with super speed, the beams carving smoking trenches through the mountainside.
Vox inhaled sharply and unleashed super breath—a hurricane gale exploding from his lungs that sent Alastor tumbling through the canopy, uprooting ancient trees in a roaring path of destruction. Alastor countered with cold breath, blasting a freezing arctic wind that flash-froze half an acre into glittering ice; branches shattered like glass under the sudden cold. Their bodies twisted and grappled in mid-air, flight carrying them higher, cocks still rock-hard and slapping wetly against thighs with every powerful movement. Sweat poured off their godlike frames, glistening on every striated muscle.
Super senses overwhelmed Vox: he heard Alastor’s every taunting laugh and ragged breath, smelled the thick scent of their combined arousal cutting through smoke and pine, felt the heat rolling off that golden skin. Every invulnerable punch and slam only made them harder, power feeding their lust even as they fought.
The forest around the crater was annihilated. Trees toppled in waves, fires raged from laser blasts, ice patches cracked and melted into steaming craters, sonic booms from super-speed dashes flattening everything in a half-mile radius.
In the frenzy, Alastor unleashed a combined pink laser and cold-breath blast that rocketed Vox through the treeline like a comet. Vox recovered in flight, hovering above the devastation, chest heaving, cock still leaking. He spun, scanning with enhanced vision and hearing.
Alastor was gone.
The destruction was too vast—smoke, falling debris, and crackling flames masked every trace. Vox’s super senses picked up nothing but wind and dying fires. “Alastor!” he roared, voice booming through the ruined woods. “This isn’t over, you coward!”
Only echoes answered. They had lost each other in the smoking wreckage of their own power.
Vox landed hard, boots cracking the frozen earth, body still buzzing with unspent energy and frustrated lust. Alone.
What Vox do now?
1. Vox activates his super senses and flight to hunt Alastor.
Vox refuses to let the smug bastard slip away. Using his enhanced hearing to catch the faintest echo of that velvet voice and super smell to track the unique mix of bergamot, bourbon, and pink cum on the wind, he rockets into the night sky. The chase leads him back toward Havenridge, where Alastor is already causing chaos in the city—broadcasting live from a skyscraper with his new powers. Their reunion becomes a public cat-and-mouse game of super-powered foreplay: laser duels lighting up the skyline, super-speed pursuits through traffic, and stolen deep kisses mid-air that leave both of them aching and leaking before they crash into a private penthouse for a destructive, muscle-worshipping fuck that levels half a city block.
2. Vox stays in the ruined forest and tests his new god-body alone.
Left seething and unbearably horny, Vox decides to explore the full limits of his powers in private. He uses super strength to uproot entire trees and bend them like straws while stroking his massive cock; flies upside-down to test new angles of self-pleasure; fires controlled laser eyes to warm his own skin and heighten sensitivity; and unleashes cold/super breath on his leaking cock for mind-shattering temperature play. The power rush pushes him to shattering orgasms that spray glowing blue ropes across the devastated landscape.
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