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For most people living in the city, it was a quiet night. That included the local branch of the Hero’s League; supervillain activity was sparse, and even regular crime rates were below average in most districts. Still, the Hero’s League had long since learned it was better to be safe than sorry, so they kept up patrols even on slower nights like this. For Discharge, it was definitely on the more boring end of patrols he’d done, but he knew the value of staying vigilant even if things outwardly seemed calm; after all, he’d been caught off guard a fair few times alongside his fellow heroes in times like these, and quickly got into the habit of making sure it didn’t happen again. That didn’t mean he wasn’t savouring the peace. The German Shepherd landed on the roof of a corner building, taking the time to scan his surroundings for any signs of suspicious activity, turning his gaze over anywhere he thought was a good hiding place for any criminals or villains, and likewise using his highly sensitive nose to pick up any unusual scents. Satisfied everything was clear, he jumped high into the air, aiming toward his next patrol area. That area was part of a long abandoned industrial area that had unsurprisingly turned out to be a popular place for villains to hide in, given the vast amount of space and lack of police presence. Even heroes had a hard time tracking and capturing villains there when they had to pursue them through the maze of derelict factories and warehouses, sometimes even getting captured themselves if the villains had taken the time and effort to set up an ambush. The area had once been named the Strathland Industrial Park, but nowadays was mostly called the “Red Jungle” after all the rusted beams and columns laid out like trees in a forest, the villains regularly inhabiting it being the local “predators”. And it was just Discharge’s luck that he got chosen to take this patrol route for tonight. Now, Discharge wasn’t one to complain or shirk his duties, he simply wasn’t that kind of person, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer patrolling somewhere else. He’d heard plenty of harrowing stories from the more senior capes at headquarters about being caught out by villains using the deteriorating landscape to their advantage, and the Shepherd wasn’t in much of a mood for dealing with all that after the quiet circuit he’d had so far. Still, his name had been called to sweep this place, and so he went to do so. He’d just need to put his head on more of a swivel, and maybe pray the relative tranquility in the rest of the city applied here too. At first, it seemed his prayers had been answered; nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at him as he leapt from block to block, careful not to land on any particularly fragile looking buildings. Still, he kept his eyes and nose sharp, wary of a potential ambush from some quarter he might not have examined properly. That was the last thing he wanted. Then, about halfway through his circuit of the sprawling district, his nose caught something out of place; something sweet and floral, piercing through the faintly dusty, mildewed and metallic scent that seemed ubiquitous to the Red Jungle. Discharge landed atop the nearest building, trying to locate where the smell was coming from, and figure out what exactly he was smelling. The latter came to him first, and it was all he could do not to groan out loud. ‘Not her…’ he thought despairingly to himself, ‘Anyone but her.’ Trying not to think about it, the canine focused on pinning the source of the scent to a warehouse a short leap away. Still desperately praying the scent wasn’t coming from who he thought it was, Discharge hopped in front of the building’s open entrance and slowly, cautiously walked into the darkened space. ‘Perfect place for her,’ he thought grimly. That didn’t stop him from fervently hoping it wasn’t who he thought it was. He stopped a short ways from the warehouse’s entrance, squinting into the darkness deeper inside the building for any signs of disturbance. The building itself had, like the rest of the neighbourhood, definitely seen better days, and the constant skirmishes between superheroes and supervillains certainly hadn’t helped, if the smashed holes through the walls were any indication. Still, even with moonlight streaming through those unplanned doors and windows, the center of the building was still bathed in so much shadow his eyes couldn’t pierce through. Those shadows were what worried him the most, and it was getting harder to ignore the facts adding up to a conclusion he was nowhere near prepared for yet. Even then, he took another careful step inside, head craning toward any hiding spots the place had to offer even as more and more of him started to realise it was hopeless. For a moment, Discharge considered calling HQ for reinforcements, or at least alerting them he was onto something, but… well, for one, he wanted to be absolutely certain he actually had something for HQ to deal with, and for another… if he’d scented who he thought he’d had, he figured it was better for him to deal with them himself without roping in anyone else and potentially getting them caught. After all, he was arguably the one most experienced with her tricks. Several more steps in and still seeing no better into the gloom, the Shepherd hero was finally forced to do what he’d been avoiding for the past few minutes. Taking a deep, calming breath, he held up a hand, made a mental command… and instantly, bright arcs of electricity were jumping between his fingers, giving him a light to see with. The downside of this, of course, was that whoever was here could very well see him too now, though he was starting to feel they probably saw him coming from a mile away and had been watching the whole time as he ventured in blind like an idiot. Raising his electrified hand, Discharge tried looking into the crevices now revealed by his arcs of electricity, only to find nothing. Grunting, he kept going forward, following his nose as that floral scent became ever more stronger the closer he got to the center of the warehouse. Yet by the time he got there, there was still nothing he could see to show someone had been here. Of course, that might not matter, considering– “I was hoping it was you that showed up,” a smooth, sultry and very familiar voice interrupted his thoughts with impeccable timing. Discharge closed his eyes, silently counted to five, and turned around with a sigh. There, before him, clad in her signature skintight black spandex leotard, gloves, thigh-high boots and domino mask, was none other than Nyx, the supervillainess who somehow kept showing up in his life unwanted. The white cat confidently stood a dozen feet away, smugly smirking at him. “I was hoping it wasn’t you I’d found here,” Discharge answered dryly, ignoring the sense of dread he felt making his heart pound. That, and trying not to be distracted by how her form-fitting suit accentuated her generous curves and… assets. Again. ‘Stupid sexy feline…’ Out loud, he complained, “I was having a nice, quiet night before this, you know.” Nyx simply laughed, “Sorry to interrupt your “quiet night”, my dear Discharge, and is there really anyone else I’d show myself to besides you?” “That’s something I still don’t understand,” the canine answered, irked. “Don’t you have other, better heroes to fight? Like, I don’t know, Astromage? He’s light, you’re darkness, makes perfect sense thematically, all that jazz.” “You should know by now I don’t care for making sense “thematically", the cat scoffed. “And besides, Astromage is so boring; all blasting light beams everywhere, never bothering to move at all. It’s insultingly easy to get around him.” She had a point there; Astromage had a bad habit of tunnel visioning and using his power to brute force his way through fights, neglecting to manoeuvre whatsoever until he got outflanked. The dragon was slowly getting better with that, but it was still one of his biggest weaknesses. Nyx gave him a predatory grin as she continued, “You, on the other hand, are a thrill to fight. Really get my blood going, you know?” “Gee, thanks,” Discharge retorted. “For what it’s worth, you’re definitely one of the more exciting villains I’ve had to fight.” “Happy to spice things up for you, then,” the cat villainess purred. “Yeah, well, you’re a villain, so I still have to subdue you.” The banter came to him easily despite his misgivings. His annoyance at hearing the same old answer he’d heard countless times before helped. “Seriously though, there’s plenty heroes out there who can give you one hell of a fight too. So, again, why me?” “Do there have to be other reasons?” Nyx riposted, before tilting her head with a thoughtful expression. “Then again, perhaps I should tell you there are.” Discharged blinked; any other time he’d asked, the villainess would either deflect or start attacking him. This was the first time she’d given him even a hint there was more to why she insisted on accosting him so much besides what she’d already said before. “And what would those be?” he asked, genuinely curious now. Nyx only grinned again, settling into a fighting stance. “Why don’t you find out, after you “subdue” me first?” Sighing resignedly, Discharge took a stance himself, saying, “You never make this easy for me, do you, Nyx?” “Oh, don’t worry, Discharge,” Nyx answered with a look in her eye he couldn’t quite parse, “I’ll be sure to make it very hard for you.” Something about her expression and emphasis on the word hard gave him pause, but before he could say or do anything, Nyx was suddenly swallowed by a nearby shadow that quickly settled back to normal, minus Nyx. Discharge barely had any time to react before she flashed back into existence right in front of him, slamming a hand into his chest and sending him flying through a wall before roughly landing on the concrete outside. “God, I hate shadowmancy,” the Shepherd grunted as he got back up to his feet, watching as Nyx disappeared into another shadow. Snarling, he ramped up his powers’ intensity, electricity now arcing all over his arms as he listened carefully for that telltale sound he’d learned from so many fights. Catching a soft pop, behind him and to his right, he instantly reacted, twisting around and loosing a lightning bolt at where he’d heard the sound. The bolt caught its target, sending Nyx flying toward another building, though she summoned another shadow to pop into before she crashed into it. Despite her disappearing again, Discharge felt a grin slowly form across his muzzle, his tail wagging with anticipation as the adrenaline started to kick in in earnest. ‘Make it hard for me, huh?’ he thought. ‘How about I make it hard for you?’ — The next several minutes were a blur for Discharge; blocking and dodging and parrying blows, retaliating with kicks and punches of his own, sending lightning at his opponent when he could, sidestepping shadows that tried to trip him up or pin him down, or else dispelling with with lightning, and all while trying to keep track Nyx coming out of a shadow to try and hit him somewhere unexpected. Altogether, it didn’t leave much room for critical thought, higher processes mostly discarded in favour of not getting beaten up too badly. Despite that, Discharge couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off, with the way Nyx was fighting him now. It felt like she was… holding back, somehow, not being as aggressive or forceful with her attacks. Why she’d do something like that was beyond him, and honestly didn’t matter when he didn’t plan on holding back himself. Even then, Nyx was proving to be just as slippery as ever like every fight before, expertly dodging or parrying many of his attacks, constantly dropping in and out of shadows from multiple angles, and the Shepherd’s frustration was only mounting the longer it went on. That didn’t mean he got sloppy or reckless, he’d long since trained himself out of that, but he did become marginally stronger in his attacks, ranged or otherwise, though he still made sure to pay attention to his energy levels; the last thing he needed was to run out of juice in the middle of a fight, let alone one with Nyx. And if he was snarling a bit more than usual, well, it wasn’t like anyone who’d mind was here to see it. Another pop, to the left. Discharge turned to counter the new attack, charging up a bolt– only for the cat to shadow jump inside his guard, grab his arm, and then– Darkness. Fully encompassing darkness. His sense of balance was thrown completely out of, well, balance. Where once he was standing on solid ground, now it felt like he was falling through the air. Of course, this wasn’t the first time Nyx had dragged him into whatever pocket dimension she apparently passed through between each shadowjump, and Discharge was already prepared to start swinging despite his shadow induced blindness. He still had his now-enhanced hearing to track any noise Nyx made, after all. His ears twitched, registering a soft breeze right behind him, and he raised an arm to block the incoming blow. Except, instead of the punch or kick he’d been expecting, he felt a small pinch on his neck. The Shepherd had barely frowned in confusion before he started feeling incredibly dizzy and drowsy. ‘A tranquiliser?’ Discharge thought to himself incredulously. ‘What– why would she– she’s never…’ That was all he could think before his mind, like his sight, went completely dark. — Discharge came to rather slowly. First, he felt a massive headache. Then, his ears picked up on some muffled rustling. Finally, he found the strength to blearily open his eyes to see an incredibly blurry figure right in front of him. Blinking to clear his vision, the figure coalesced into Nyx, standing in what looked like yet another derelict building; back in the Red Jungle, when the cat had had complete superiority over him in her shadow realm? Especially with her drugging him… “What…” he tried to speak, wincing when his voice came out really rough. “Good, you’re awake,” Nyx said, sounding and looking unusually relieved. Discharge only shook his head, trying to clear away the grogginess before trying to take a step forward, wanting answers for what just happened… and failing to move an inch. Puzzled, the Shepherd tried again, and again his body refused to budge. Looking up, he saw a band of shadows pinning his wrists to the wall behind him. Groaning, he looked down to see his legs spread and completely trapped by shadows as well. But that wasn’t what had his eyes widen in complete shock. “What the fuck?” he burst out, staring at Nyx with a murderous expression. “I know you have questions, Discharge,” the cat said, sounding completely unfazed by the Shepherd’s yell and furious gaze. “And I’ll be happy to answer them truthfully.” “Yeah, I have questions!” the canine snarled viciously. “Like, why the fuck do I have a cock cage on?!” The crotch zipper in superhero uniforms had expressly been for the purposes of relieving oneself if needed. That didn’t mean that was the only thing it was used for; Discharge had walked in on enough of his colleagues hooking up in costume to know that much. However, in this case, his dick had not only been unzipped and exposed to the world, it was also tightly trapped in a black metal chastity cage. “And why’d you knock me out like that, huh?” he continued angrily. “I thought you said tranqs weren’t your thing!” Usually, he didn’t trust what villains said they did or didn’t like to use or do in fights, but Nyx really had never used anything like drugs in all her fights with him. Until today. “I’ll explain everything, if you’d just let me,” Nyx answered, still infuriatingly composed for the situation. Discharge grumbled for a few seconds before dourly settling back against the wall, levelling a heated glare at the feline. Not like he could do much else. “Remember when I said there were… other reasons I keep coming to you?” The canine begrudgingly nodded. “Well, the biggest one was … well, I have a crush on you.” The feline looked immensely sheepish for a moment as she confessed, something completely alien to her face, before she marshaled the expression away. To say the electric hero was dumbfounded would be an understatement, but even that would be overshadowed when Nyx immediately followed up with, “And I know you have a crush on me too.” That made him recoil in utter astonishment, before immediately retorting, “W-what the hell are you talking about?” He mentally cursed himself for stuttering, making his voice too sharp, letting his panic seep through. And Nyx clearly picked up on it. “Your reaction already says a lot,” she said, amused. “But, to answer your question, I’ve seen the way you look whenever we get ready to fight; you may look away as quickly as possible, but I know you’re enamored with me and my figure.” She smirked as she went on, ignoring his shaky objections, “You know, most heroes that fall for my looks the first time tend to go straight to fighting me after I kick their asses. But you…” She leaned in close with a little grin, “continue to sneak glances, even after so many fights. Continue to look at me with… want, no matter how much we pummel each other. In fact, I’d say you also like getting into scrapes with me.” “T-that doesn’t mean anything!” Discharge protested, however weakly. “None of that means anything! And I still don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” Internally, he was panicking. ‘Shit,’ he thought frantically, ‘I thought she never noticed!’ A surge of paranoia filled him as he wondered what else the cat had noticed, and what she’d do with that information. “You think I wouldn’t take the time to make sure I was fully correct before telling you? You wound me, Discharge,” Nyx said with mock disappointment, hand on her chest. “But just to hammer the point home…” She got in even closer, whispering in his ear, “your tail wags when you see me, and when I pin you down.” She straightened up away from him as he spluttered, saying it wasn’t what she thought it was even as he thought, ‘Damnit, I thought I got that under control!’ “Of course, I figured you were going to deny it all regardless, so I came up with a plan,” the cat casually continued. “You see, I could have kept you in the shadow dimension when I knocked you out and forced things along, but I didn’t. Instead, I brought you back here and gave you a little… gift.” Discharged snorted derisively as he glanced at his cage. “Some gift.” Ignoring him, Nyx continued, “I know how superbeings work… therefore, I know how it will affect you over time. It’s my hope that, when you inevitably can’t take it anymore, when your pent up lust becomes overwhelming, you’ll come to me, completely of your own free will, and accept what you feel deep down is true. Who knows?” She added with a smirk, “I might just have the sweetest reward for you at the end.” “I’m not sure knocking me out and putting a chastity cage on me without asking counts as my own free will,” Discharge gritted out, trying not to think about the effects Nyx had alluded to, or the “reward” she’d promised. “And I don’t think desperation is a good way to get the truth out of anything either.” The feline villainess simply shrugged. “I had to get the ball rolling somehow. And you could always get out of it by just being honest about your feelings, right here, right now.” “How’s this for being honest?” The canine hero barked back, “I’m fucking pissed about this whole thing, and you’re going to get this cage off me or I’m gonna tear you apart!” It was as much habitual reflex as it was the natural thing, the only thing he could do. Doing otherwise, giving in to the cat, colluding with the enemy, could undermine the career he’d made for himself, undermine the security he had as a registered superhero, undermine his willingness to fight Nyx in the future and leave him suspect in his colleagues’, his friends’, eyes. He just couldn’t, wouldn’t, risk it. Nyx sighed disappointedly. “Have it your way, then.” She smiled predatorily as she continued, “I do prefer when they struggle anyway; makes it all the more satisfying when they finally give in.” A flick of her hand saw a small piece of paper pop into existence between her fingers. “When you’re ready to tell the truth to yourself, call this number; I’ll be waiting.” Looking infuriatingly self-satisfied, the cat dropped into shadow, his bonds going with her, and leaving that piece of paper to flutter to the ground. Breathing heavily, Discharge took a second to let the events of the past… however long it’d been, sink in. As soon as it all hit him, he just stood there, stock still and panicking internally from his current predicament as he looked down and stared at his brand new chastity cage, the irrefutable existence of Nyx’s “gift”… and the unprecedented hold she now had over him. Hands shaking, he zipped up his newly-caged cock, before picking up the paper from the floor. Reading the numbers written upon it, Discharge knew the logical thing, the correct thing to do was to crumple it, throw it away and pretend it didn’t exist. Instead, he tucked it into his suit before jumping his way out of the Red Jungle as quickly as possible. The rest of his patrol went by without incident. — The first week or so after was pretty normal, all things considered; he kept going on patrols, got into fights with some villains and defeated them, and generally did a good job of keeping the peace in the city. For a while, Discharge could almost forget about the cage imprisoning his cock, losing himself in his superhero routine. Almost. Past that, though, things quickly went downhill. You see, powered beings, or superbeings, weren’t distinguished from regular folks by their powers alone. For one, their metabolisms were extremely heightened, necessitating the need for a vastly increased diet, something the Hero’s League fully covered. Being a superbeing also meant dealing with a significantly enhanced flow of hormones to keep up with a superbeing’s expanded needs, and sex hormones were no exception. Combine that with all the regular training and fighting getting one’s blood up, plus the tendency towards wearing very revealing and/or skintight uniforms, and you got heroes constantly fucking each other’s brains out whenever they had the time. It went without saying the Hero’s League provided an ample supply of extra high grade condoms and contraceptives for those who needed them. All that was to say, Discharge became incredibly horny, incredibly fast. Normally, he would have just jerked off and been done with it, but the chastity cage obviously put a bit of a hiccup in that. He’d still tried to jerk off with it on, mostly by jostling it up and down, but the low range of movement and lack of real stimulation had only left him feeling even more frustrated and unfulfilled than before. His attempts to lockpick his way out of it likewise failed; no matter how much he twisted and jiggled the lockpick tool he’d gotten into the cage’s built-in lock, it refused to turn even slightly, and the Shepherd cursed Nyx and whoever made the cage for making it so impenetrable. To try and limit his ever growing libido, and hide Nyx’s gift from everyone else, Discharge aimed to avoid anything sexual as much as he could, avoiding porn, avoiding the communal showers after training and showering at home, trying not to ogle his friends’ fantastically built frames through their form-fitting suits, and staying away from where he knew some couples liked to… connect. None of it was foolproof, though, and he still semi-frequently got into situations (usually involving sparring) that saw his horniness spike and leave him futilely straining against the unyielding metal chastity cage, though at least no one had seen that yet, thanks to him wearing thicker underwear so the cage’s outline didn’t show up against the spandex. Nyx herself didn’t help matters, whenever he ran into her on patrol (something which didn’t occur as much anymore, to Discharge’s relief and inexplicable slight disappointment). The cat always took the opportunity to tease and taunt him about the cage and what it was doing to him, either outright when they were alone, or more subtly if it was a group fight. His demands to be unlocked, meanwhile, were always answered by a variation of the same question: “Are you honest with yourself yet?” He usually answered by “honestly” being furious at her and trying to pin her down, to no avail. A particular battle had seen him knocked flat on his back with Nyx straddling him; right over his cage, in fact. Despite his best efforts to hold back, his body ultimately betrayed him by letting his caged dick throb right up against Nyx’s warm crotch. The cat’s eyes had widened as she looked down to where she’d felt it, before chuckling and taunting him some more, at which point he’d promptly shoved her off, face burning crimson. He tried not to remember how fast his tail had been wagging then. That was one fight he’d be happy to forget about forever, but unfortunately his brain had other ideas; later that night, he’d had a wet dream about Nyx pinning and straddling and teasing him and grinding on his hopelessly trapped member. Waking up to an enormous puddle of pre on his sheets and the cage feeling tighter than ever was not a pleasant experience, to say the least. Things only got worse from there as his body continued pumping out hormones at an astounding rate, giving him so much excess energy he couldn’t just burn off by just exercising or fighting more. His dreams, too, were now constantly filled with visions of that damned villainess keeping him bound with her shadows, imploring him to “just be honest” and doing heinous things to his cock, locked or otherwise, or else letting him pound her with unleashed abandon, but he never came, no matter how much he wanted to, how close he got. At first, he’d been defiant in those dreams, demanding to be freed, calling her some really unflattering names and promising bloody violence. The more dreams he had, however, the more he started begging, to be let go, for his cock to be freed, to cum, until eventually that was all he did. Dream Nyx never listened, just as he never fully gave in. Discharge did his best to soldier on despite everything, to keep being the hero he wanted to be, had to be, but his will to keep refusing Nyx’s offer, to deny himself for his own good, to do what he thought was right, was slowly but steadily crumbling as days, then weeks went by without getting the release his body wanted, needed, so desperately, the cage serving as an unforgiving reminder of the control the cat had over him, whether he liked it or not. And deep down, there was more than just carnal desire driving him, something beyond fulfilling that primal urge; something like… yearning. Longing. A feeling that seemed to grow by the day with his arousal, along with fantasies of a markedly different kind. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder whether it was all a trap, some elaborate scheme of Nyx’s to get him while his guard was down. But then, she’d had him at her complete mercy when he’d gotten knocked out in her shadow dimension, and she’d let him go free. Free to suffer with the chastity cage on, sure, but freer than being trapped in there indefinitely. …He still didn’t know if that freedom was worth it. — It was six weeks after the Nyx Incident when Discharge finally broke. It hadn't been anything at HQ that did it. Nothing that happened on patrol. Nothing that happened in the waking world, in fact. No, what made the Shepherd finally give up on resisting his own needs and wants, physical or otherwise, resisting for the sake of his own principles, was a dream. It’d started out like most dreams he had these days; a facsimile of Nyx once again sexually and verbally tormenting him, making him horny beyond belief, so desperate for release, all while telling him he could be free if he just admitted how he really felt about her. Once again, he’d refused. “I can’t,” he said breathlessly for the umpteenth time, straining his wrists against the shadow cuffs and holding back a moan as dream Nyx licked the head of his cock through the holes in his cage; the weeks of chafing and straining had left his shaft so sensitive even just a few moments of her rough tongue lightly touching his flesh almost seemed enough to let him burst. But it wasn’t. No matter how much he bucked into her touch, it was never enough to let him go over the edge. “I can’t,” he choked out. “It’s– it’s wrong, it’s too risky, I can’t– we can’t– oh fuck, oh fuck, please please please please–” The cat promptly pulled away to sit up, looking at him with a blank expression for several moments while the Shepherd tried to catch his breath. Then, she spoke. “Perhaps this will convince you.” That was all the word he got before she suddenly leaned in and kissed him. He’d gone completely still, trying to process what was happening, but dream Nyx didn’t let up, aggressively pushing her tongue into his mouth and meshing against his own tongue. She made out with him for what could only have been seconds, but to Discharge it felt like an eternity; an eternity where what should have felt so wrong… just felt so right. She eventually broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva linking their lips as she gave him a satisfied smile. “How was that for a first kiss, hm?” “I… I–” He didn’t know what he would have said, because that was when he woke up, breathing heavily with his heart pounding, no, aching. Even awake, he still felt the warmth of the kiss, as if it was real. Still felt just how… perfect it had been. He felt how cold and empty it now was without her. And he hated it. It was this moment, and not any other, that finally made him realise the strength and depth of what he’d been trying to hide and forget for so long, that finally broke his will to hold out in the name of staying pure and heroic, finally forced him to accept the reality of the situation; he had more than just a crush on Nyx, and he wanted her, so badly it hurt. Wanted her as more than just a way to get his long denied release. He didn’t have the words to explain it. He only knew he couldn’t ignore it any longer. So he made up his mind at last. After what felt like a longer than usual day of patrolling (and some fights where he might have… overdone it somewhat), Discharge wasted no time getting home and retrieving the paper with Nyx’s number on it. For a moment, he just stared at it, feeling that old wariness crop up with a vengeance. He wondered if he was making the biggest mistake of his life, if he shouldn’t just throw the paper away and forget about it. Then his dream of her kissing him resurfaced, and he dialled the number without hesitation. He anxiously waited for Nyx to pick up, worried she wouldn’t be awake right then, or else too busy to answer. He was idly wondering if she had a schedule like he did, when the dial tone stopped. Then– “Hello?” It was her. Her voice. Discharge could only stare at his phone, the enormity of what was happening, what was going to happen, sinking in. And yet, he refused to hesitate again. He refused to turn back. So he swallowed his nerves, his pride, his urge to stay purely heroic by not literally laying with the enemy, and answered. “H-hey,” he said, mouth dry. He cleared his throat and continued, “it’s me. I… you were right… I’m– I’m done.” A few agonising seconds of silence passed, long enough for the Shepherd to start fidgeting, before Nyx responded, “Good.” He could hear the smile in her voice as she went on, “Meet me at the location I’m sending you. See you soon.” The cat hung up, only for a text message to pop up a few moments later. Tapping on it, Discharge saw a string of numbers. Coordinates. Quickly opening his map app, he inputted the coordinates to see just where the cat wanted to meet up. The result that came up couldn’t help but make him chuckle. ‘Of course she did...’ He stood up, planning to head out immediately, only to pause when he caught his reflection out the corner of his eye. Slowly, he stepped toward his mirror, and took in what he saw. At first glance, he looked… completely normal. His suit was still the same, in near perfect condition (superhero suits obviously had to be highly durable); mainly black spandex, a pale blue stylised lightning bolt, outlined with a thin white band, emblazoned on his chest, dark blue accents that covered his chest and abdomen, and a belt of white lightning bolts ringing his hips, plus the ends of his dark blue long gloves and boots. To round it all off, a black spandex mask covered everything above his muzzle. It was most definitely him, and yet, Discharge couldn’t shake the feeling something was… different about him. Something he couldn’t put a finger on as he ran his gaze up and down himself… at least, until he met his own eyes in the mirror. There was a brightness and sharpness to them that he didn’t remember seeing before. He didn’t know what that sheen meant, but considering today was the first time he’d seen it, he could guess what was behind its existence. The Shepherd gazed at his reflection for several more moments, then took a deep breath and turned around, heading toward the door. He had a lady to meet. — Discharge took his time getting to his destination, avoiding high-traffic areas as much as possible, making sure he wasn’t being followed and obfuscating where he meant to go. While the Hero’s League had a provision allowing heroes to go out in costume after hours, he still didn’t want to risk getting caught at this stage. So what if he’d be several minutes later than expected? He was sure Nyx could wait that long after six weeks. Finally, he landed, in front of a very familiar place; the warehouse where everything had started. Despite things changing so much from the last time he was here, things still looked unchanged since then. Same rusting support structure, same broken walls and windows, same darkness deeper in. The only thing that stood out as different, was the black-clad white cat pacing out in the open. Nyx swiftly turned to see him landing, and their gazes locked almost immediately. Upon seeing her, his heart rate went up, just like almost all the other times. But when he’d attributed it to dread before, now… this was something closer to anticipation. Perhaps it’d always been, and he’d simply mistaken it for something else… or he’d pretended it was him being afraid instead of excited to see her. Probably both. The Shepherd started walking toward her without thinking, quickly closing the distance while Nyx simply stood there, waiting to receive him, looking very happy with herself as he got nearer. She started speaking when he got in earshot of her, but Discharge wasn’t really listening, not when he had something so important to do first. As soon as he got within arm’s reach, he took her by the hand, barely registering the surprise on her face, before pulling her in and kissing her. It was like his dream from before, only now the roles were reversed, Nyx now being on the receiving end of a wholly unexpected kiss. Instead of just freezing in astonishment though, the cat quickly started kissing him back, and their tongues soon were locked in a fierce dance, pushing, lashing, pulsing against each other. It was better than he thought it’d be. It felt intoxicating. It felt addicting. It felt heavenly. Most of all… It felt right. He wished he could have kept going forever, extend that moment into eternity, but unfortunately, even superheroes needed to breathe, even if they could hold it longer. So he reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers, thick ropes of saliva bridging their mouths while they caught their breath, looking into each other’s wildly dilated eyes the whole time. Behind him, his tail was practically a blur. Nyx was the first to breathlessly speak up, “Wow… can’t say I expected that.” “Sorry,” Discharge said sheepishly. “Something just… came over me.” “Don’t apologise,” the cat purred, beaming, “that was amazing. I’d love to do it again.” “Thanks,” the Shepherd answered softly. Only now did the magnitude of what he’d done catch up to him, and he promptly looked away, blushing bright red, much to Nyx’s amusement, the cat chuckling. “So, uh… what now?” “Now,” Nyx stepped close and placed a hand on his chest, “I’m going to take you somewhere no one can interrupt us.” “...Shadow realm?” “Yes,” the feline said. “This one’s special, though.” “By all means then,” Discharge smiled, “show me.” Almost immediately, the warehouse around them disappeared. Or rather, they disappeared from the warehouse. Unlike the last time he’d gotten pulled into a shadow, however, there were new surroundings to replace what they’d left. Instead of an empty, crumbling storehouse, they now stood in what looked like a regular, well-appointed living space, complete with furniture and appliances. “Welcome to my humble abode,” Nyx proudly proclaimed, hands spread out. “Nice place you have here,” Discharge had to admit, looking at all the tasteful decorations. “Not as… shadow-y as I thought it’d be.” The villainess snorted. “Just because I can manipulate and travel through shadows doesn’t mean I want to live in them all the time. A lady still has tastes.” She shot him an unimpressed look. “That’s like me saying you should be living in a power plant.” “Touche,” the Shepherd said contritely. “You wanna give me a tour, or…?” “That can wait,” Nyx said blithely. “I’m sure you have another pressing… issue I can help with.” Honestly, having been overcome by his massive epiphany in the morning, the canine had almost forgotten about what had started all this in the first place. Nyx’s reminder and implicit promise, however, were quick to cause his manhood to start stirring in its prison. “U-uh, yeah, I’d– I’d really like that, thanks.” He mentally kicked himself for stuttering. ‘Real smooth, there.’ The cat only laughed. “Come on, follow me.” She led him down a hallway, through a door that revealed a comfortable and minimalist bedroom. “Thought you’d be taking me to a sex dungeon,” Discharge half-joked. Half because his dreams of her tormenting him tended to take place in a dark and shadowy place that reminded him of some photos he’d seen. Then again, maybe it was because of those photos his mind conjured up that image. “Figured I’d ease you in at the start,” Nyx said seriously, making the canine blink. “...Wait, you mean you do have a sex dungeon?!” The canine exclaimed incredulously. “That’s for later,” the cat answered firmly. “For now, let’s do something a little more… basic.” The Shepherd quirked an eyebrow. “And what would that be?” Nyx smirked and said, “You’re going to take your suit off, lie down on the bed and let me tie you up before I have some fun with you. Don’t worry, I’ll give you your well-deserved happy ending after that.” He was rendered speechless, cheeks flushing again, too many words trying to come out at once only choking him off. Nyx looked on with a suddenly concerned expression. Finally, he composed himself enough to say, “U-uh, wow, that’s… yeah, I can– I can do that.” “Oh, good, thought I’d lost you there,” the feline said with relief. “Of course, if you’re nervous, I could give you some… motivation.” The way she said it, Discharge had no doubt what she meant. “I mean– you don’t have to, really–” Sure, he wouldn’t mind that, but he didn’t want her doing it just for his sake. “Oh, but I want to,” she cut him off, purring. “Especially to see your reaction.” With that, the cat got to taking her suit off, all while the Shepherd could only stare, fixed in place, completely mesmerised by the spectacle. ‘This is happening,’ his mind was yelling. ‘Holy shit this is actually happening.’ The gloves and boots came off first, of course. Then came the leotard; it was off with a few undone zips, before it was slowly, seductively pulled off and dropped around her ankles. The end result had Discharge swearing his heart stopped for a moment. Her suit was skintight and showed off her body very well, that was true, but it didn’t hold up to seeing her almost bare body. An excellent figure honed from years of combat with multiple powerful opponents, well toned muscles all around, but especially her abdomen and thighs. She had underwear on, but it served to complement her beauty even more; black lace bra and panties that barely preserved her modesty, leaving much of her body exposed, the lace patterned to show off as much as possible instead of covering her. The black and white contrast just made it stand out that much more. “Like what you see?” Nyx teased him, provocatively cupping her breasts. Discharge could only nod dumbly, dick straining against the cage like never before. “Glad you appreciate it,” she smirked smugly. “Your turn, now.” He gulped. “Y-yeah, right…” Taking a deep breath to not lose his nerve, the Shepherd practically yanked his gloves and boots off, before rather inelegantly and hastily taking the suit off and tossing it into a corner. He hesitated when he reached his briefs, but a glance at the cat making a “go on” gesture got him to pull them down and throw it in with the rest of his clothes. Just like that, he was completely naked, save for his mask… and his drooling chastity cage. “Already leaking, hm?” the feline observed, stepping closer and reaching out for his cage, pausing before looking him in the eye. “May I?” “Please,” he quietly begged. Her smirk grew before she was fondling his balls. Discharge groaned at her touch, hips trembling while his throbbing shaft made the cage jump up and down sporadically. The cat hummed as she cupped his balls in her hand. “Mmm, so big and full,” she purred, “so much for me to take…” “Fuck…” Discharge hissed out as her hand moved to the cage itself, before tugging it every which way. His groans became gasps, his hips unconsciously bucked into her touch, and he made a frustrated noise. “P-please, it’s been so long…” Nyx hummed in contemplation, “I suppose I did promise…” Suddenly, the tugging on his cage got considerably faster, “but then, teasing you like this is so fun.” The Shepherd moaned, his body slumping over, arms reaching for the nearest support to hold onto… which meant he wrapped his arms around the cat’s shoulders. She paused momentarily at the unexpected contact, but kept right on going with yanking his cage around when he didn’t do anything else. He nuzzled her neck, moaned into it as she kept teasing him, fully humping her hand now, desperate for any kind of stimulation, especially from her, all the while his tail wagged up a storm. Through it all, the canine held onto her, trying to anchor himself in the wave of pent up lust and desire sweeping his body and mind. At some point, so lost in arousal and denial, his hands had drifted downwards from the cat’s shoulders to catch on the strap of her bra. He felt her go still then, and quickly ran his hands back up, an apology on his lips, when she said, softly but firmly, “Go back.” The Shepherd froze for a moment, before hesitantly moving his hands back down to the bra strap. “Good,” she purred. “Now… take it off. I know you want to.” Centering himself with a trembling breath, he gingerly unhooked the strap and let the bra fall to the floor. Nyx had stopped playing with his cage as he took the bra off. Now, she moved back a step, still letting him hold onto her. What he saw… to say it was something to behold would be an understated cliche, but he didn’t exactly have the brainpower to come up with something better. Discharge stared at her bare tits, breathing harshly with need. If there was one thing he could describe them as, it was perky. Perfectly proportioned, in his opinion, threading the needle between small and large to be just right. Substantial enough to really hold onto, to get stuck between, but not so big as to be ridiculous. In short– “God, you’re gorgeous.” The words were out before he realised it, and he immediately blushed. “A-ah, I mean, um–” The cat cut him off, chuckling, “I could say the same thing to you, handsome.” She placed a hand on his back and sensually ran the other up his well-muscled stomach, then up to his chest while she looked into his eyes with a burning hunger, one that was reflected back in his eyes. Slowly, they leaned closer to each other, before being caught in another passionate kiss. Their tongues twisted hard against each other while the two of them moaned into the other’s mouth, their bodies pulled so close they were fully flush against one another in a tight embrace. The warmth and friction from that contact, the desire for more, caused Discharge to instinctively grind himself against her, his caged nub rubbing ineffectually between her legs. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, her heat too enticing, and Nyx’s constant moans, purrs and grinding back made it clear she didn’t mind anyway. So they kept at it, dry humping each other for a few long minutes, making out with all they had, tonguefucking each other while they felt the other’s moans vibrate down their throats. Their hands didn’t remain idle either, wandering wherever they could reach. Nyx’s hands found themselves both groping Discharge’s ass, while the canine was (amateurishly) massaging her tits with one hand, the other on her back. They had to momentarily break off for air every now and then, but they were quick enough about it that the kiss might as well have not stopped, and each break gave them a chance to move and feel each other up that much more. It was wonderful. One break saw the Shepherd raise a hand to the cat’s face, cupping her cheek while a thumb brushed against her mask. He paused, considering whether or not to remove it. She obviously noticed, reciprocating the motion by placing her hands on the hem of his own mask. “We’ll do it together,” she whispered. That was all he needed to gently peel her mask away, the cat simultaneously pulling off his own. Both their masks soon fell to the floor, forgotten as they both silently stood there, taking in each other’s unmasked visages. In Discharge’s eyes, she was just as stunning as the rest of her. Nyx’s lips quirked into a small smile as she placed a hand back on his chest. “Nice to meet you, handsome.” Hearing that after being unmasked, and seeing her own bare face, had him making out with her again, kissing her even harder now, his hands become ever more adventurous in where they wandered and groped, with the cat all too happy to return the favour with equal fervour. Something about the unmasking had seemingly opened something up between them, let their passions go ever higher, got them to feel more intimate. It just felt… perfect. Like all good things, however, it had to stop at some point. Nyx pulled away again, putting a little space between them while they stared at each other, panting to get their breath back. Silently, she guided the hand on her back down to her hips, getting his fingers to hook onto her panties’ waistband, before letting go. He looked askance at her, trying to make sure. A small nod was enough to tug the last of her clothes off, off her hips, then dropping to her ankles where she kicked them away. Now, they both just stood there, completely naked, save for their masks, both of them looking very closely at their partner’s body, to say the least. Discharge wasn’t sure what to do, so he tentatively raised a hand, reaching for Nyx, only for the cat to grab it and lead him over to the bed. “I wouldn’t mind you groping me some more, but then we’d never get to the good part,” she said. When they reached the bed, she glanced at him, “Well, you know what I told you to do. Go on.” Nodding shakily, the Shepherd climbed onto the bed and lay down. Unsure what position to take, he put his hands over his head and slightly spread his legs. “Good form,” the white cat nodded approvingly, “but I think it could be better.” A snap of her fingers, and shadows jumped out from the four corners of the bed, wrapping around his ankles and wrists, before they (gently) pulled him into a spread eagle position. “Perfect.” “You could have warned me,” Discharge said with faux annoyance. “Consider it some payback for all the other times you ambushed me,” Nyx replied amusedly. “Comfy?” The canine tested his bonds, checking how it felt, before nodding. “Good,” she said, climbing into bed right next to him. “Now, what am I going to do with you…” She lightly ran a hand from his chest, down his abdomen, before reaching his locked up member. Again, she cupped his pent up balls, gently massaging them and making him groan. “Someone seems to be trapped… and it seems I’m the only one who can let him out…” She looked at him, a lusty gleam in her eyes. “Question is… how much does he want to be freed?” “So much,” the Shepherd blurted out, “so fucking much.” “Ahhh, are you still willing to say that when you hear the rest?” she smirked. “What– what’s the rest?” he asked trepidatiously. “We’re going to do a little warm-up,” the cat said. “I’m going to let you out. In exchange, I’m going to edge you for, oh, about an hour or two, maybe more depending on how I feel.” “Two hours?” Discharge whined. “I’ll make it worth your while in the end, don’t worry; I’m not a monster,” she giggled. “But I’m sure you don’t want our night to end too quickly.” “You… have a point there…” “I tend to have those, yes,” the cat jokingly agreed. “But I was also thinking… we talk.” The Shepherd blinked. “Talk?” “About ourselves. Get to know each other better.” She snuggled up to him and gave him a mock pout. “You were always so cagey before, you know?” She emphasised cagey by jostling his chastity around, getting a soft groan out of him. “Now, I’m sure you’re perfectly willing to be completely honest with me now… but just in case, I will ruin your orgasm and lock you back up for another month if you lie to me. Understood?” He swallowed and nodded as fast as he could, “U-understood.” “Excellent,” she grinned. “Now, let me just…” A small shadow appeared at the flick of her hand, dropping into it a key and… a bottle of lube? She placed the lube aside, and playfully dangled the key in front of him for a moment before slotting it into the cage’s lock and turning it. The lock came out smoothly, and so did the cage itself. Discharge let out a relieved breath as his cock celebrated finally getting its freedom by rapidly becoming fully erect for the first time in weeks. “God, that feels so good…” “I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” Nyx lightly chided him as she got the cage ring out from behind his pent up balls, placing it next to the actual cage and lock. Finally being free from chastity was… well, it was freeing, yeah. It felt so good to have a proper erection again, that was certain. But… he also felt strangely naked without it on. Sure, he’d technically been naked for the past several minutes at this point, but having the chastity cage off seemed to… amplify that somehow. Maybe it was because he’d spent so long with it on he felt extra bare when it was gone. He brushed it off. It didn’t matter now, he was free, he’d probably never see it again after this, let alone wear it. He hoped so, at least. Nyx, meanwhile, had cracked open the bottle of lube, pouring a rather generous amount onto her palms and rubbing them together, before pouring more of it onto his incredibly hard cock. The cold fluid on his shaft, highly sensitive after weeks of chafing, made him shiver as his cock twitched. “God, that’s cold…” “Relax, it’ll go away,” she assured him. “Right about… now.” Before Discharge could say anything, she’d wrapped both her hands around his length and immediately started stroking him. To say it was electrifying wouldn’t be quite accurate, given the Shepherd’s intimate experience with electricity. Perhaps “explosive” was closer. In any case, that wasn’t what the canine was thinking; in fact, he was hardly thinking at all. The sensitivity of his shaft from weeks of chafing and rubbing caused him to arch his back and loudly gasp, harshly bucking into Nyx’s hands while his limbs strained against the shadow bonds. “Oh fuck!” he cried out. “Puppy’s real sensitive, is he?” the cat giggled, stroking him extra slowly now. “P-puppy?” Discharge tried to sound indignant, but the effect was ruined when her strokes made him moan instead, his hips still jerking up, though not as much as the first time. “Yes,” Nyx stated simply, leaning in close to his ear, “my puppy, tied up and squirming and moaning on my bed, all because of my hands on his poor, needy cock.” She accentuated her words by suddenly speeding up her strokes for a moment, before slowing back down, only to ramp back up unexpectedly. Not even ten minutes, and he was barely holding himself together; he couldn’t imagine what he’d be like after two hours of this. “F-fuck…” he gasped out as his shaft throbbed and spurted out a long stream of precum all over the cat’s hands. “Mmm, got my work cut out for me,” she purred. “Already leaking so much, and I’ve barely done anything.” Discharge whimpered, feeling embarrassed at how fast and easily he was reaching the edge. “Aww, don’t feel bad,” the villainess cooed, “I locked you up for so long, it’s only natural to want release as soon as possible.” She gave him a devilish grin, “Of course, we can’t let you finish too soon, can we?” She started speeding up then, pumping her hands much faster than before… and didn’t slow down. His body now trembled as he found himself rushing toward release, hands and toes curling in on themselves and straining ever harder against their cuffs the closer he got to the edge. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck–” Just as he was about to reach the point of no return, Nyx let go of his shaft completely, leaning back and watching him thrust into nothing, his length uselessly throbbing in the air, spurting precum everywhere, a sultry smile on her face, while Discharge lowly keened. “Fuuuuck…” he needily moaned. “I don’t know how long I can take this for…” “You’ll take it for as long as I want you to,” the white cat stated firmly, running a single finger up the underside of his member and smirking as it throbbed. “Don’t worry, it’ll make my reward for you much more worth it.” “What… what reward would that be?” the canine asked, panting. “That’s a surprise,” she answered cheekily, before wrapping a hand around his dick again, slowly stroking as well and getting him to groan. “Now then, first question for you: when did you start having… feelings about me?” She looked at him seriously as she asked, her expression stern and promising to follow through with her threat from before if she had to. “W-well, it was…” Discharge swallowed nervously, “it was after our first few fights…” Nyx’s hand paused, the cat blinking with shock, before she composed herself and kept pumping him. “That long, huh? Didn’t expect that.” She gradually ramped up the pace. “What attracted you to me, then? Besides the obvious, of course,” she added with a little gesture at her breasts. “I… I liked your aesthetic, for one,” the Shepherd shyly admitted. “Aesthetic?” “You know, black and white, your whole shadow theme… look, I’m a big fan of goths, sue me.” Nyx softly chuckled, “Well, that’s good to know. I’ll let you know I did take some inspiration from goths as well, though I’m not entirely into their music or design sense.” She looked back into his eyes, “But there’s more to it, isn’t there?” She stroked him faster for a few seconds before slowing back down, making him gasp. “You… you were one of the most challenging villains I ever had to fight, I wasn’t kidding about that,” he breathlessly confessed, “and… I guess it pushed me to try getting better, beat you more often. You… definitely spiced things up, like you said. And…” he took a deep breath, “you were right when you said I liked… getting into scrapes with you.” “Of course I was right,” the cat said smugly, “I made very sure of it.” She tried out a new move on his cock; she focused on stimulating the far more sensitive tip of his length, and the effect it had on him was undeniable. His body shook even more from the new waves of pleasure, soft, needy moans coming out of his mouth as he arched his back again. “What– what about you?” Discharge asked through the haze of horniness, “You said you had a crush on me too. Since when?” The cat’s hand went back to stroking his entire length, base to tip, while she pondered his question. Finally, she answered, “It was pretty early on too, as far as I can remember. As for why,” she preempted the next question on his lips, “I hadn’t ever fought a hero who could fight like you do. So adept at banishing shadows so quickly, so swift on his feet and in his attacks, making me work so hard for a victory, making it that much sweeter.” She smiled with nostalgia, continuing, “I hadn’t had a fight that good in a while. Even longer since I had someone who could do it consistently.” She looked at him with a playfully stern expression, “I hope you won’t hold back on me just because of all… this.” “I won’t,” he reassured her. “I’d… hate for you to hold back for me too.” “You don’t have to worry about that,” she said, “I’m a firm believer in giving it your all.” She not only started speeding up again, she also kept her hand around his tip, milking all the sensitivity there for all it was worth as Discharge tensed up again, breathlessly moaning, mindlessly humping the hand that was rapidly sending him back to the edge… only for that hand to come off when he got close, leaving him whimpering and squirming in denial. “Two down, who knows how many to go,” Nyx giggled, which made the Shepherd groan despairingly. “Fuck, how are you so good at this…” The cat briefly stilled and quieted, before slowly saying, “I’ve had some… practice with my colleagues over the years.” “You… what?” The image of Nyx touching someone else like that, a villain no less, made something coil in his chest. And it didn’t feel like anything good. Nyx caught it somehow, maybe in his tone, or the look on his face, because she rolled her eyes and elaborated, “I have needs, just like any other superbeing, and we all agreed it was just for getting it out of our systems, nothing more. That, and fulfilling a few of their… fantasies.” At his incredulous look, she snorted, “What, did you think you were the only kinky person I knew? How else did I recognise your tastes?” Discharge looked away, abashed. “Surprised to see you getting jealous over me so quickly,” she observed, not unkindly, slowly stroking him again, “not that I mind, I’m flattered, even, but surely heroes like you aren’t so puritanical? After all, you have the same needs as the rest of us.” The Shepherd was quiet for a moment, still looking incredibly abashed, before softly answering, “Not usually, no… but I was… saving my first time for someone special…” “Aww, how romantic,” the cat giggled, before the implications hit her. “Wait, you mean– are you a virgin?” Discharge sheepishly nodded, blushing again. The only reason he wasn’t even redder was because most of his blood was going to his dick. “Oh wow,” Nyx blinked, taken aback. “Well, I’m honored you think me special enough for that… if that is what you want?” “Yes!” the Shepherd blurted out, wincing and lowering his voice, “Yes, I… I want to do that. With you.” Nyx smiled at his eagerness, “Lucky for you, you only need to get through a few more hours of edging for that.” The canine looked at her hopefully, “You mean…?” “Mmm,” she nodded and came closer to whisper, “I’m going to ride you until you’re completely dry, and every last drop from your cock is in my pussy.” The hard throb in her hand, and the small moan from Discharge made her smirk, as she leaned back and continued, “As for my arrangements, I don’t think I need them anymore, now that I have you.” “What about your…” ‘Friends? Colleagues?’ He wondered what the cat’s relationship with other villains was like. “They can find someone else to give them what they want,” Nyx said dismissively, “there’s always going to be someone open to helping them out if they need it. And besides, we all agreed it was no strings attached. If they have a problem with that, too bad.” At that, she started polishing the head of his cock. The sheer sensitivity there made him loudly moan and fully tense again, this time trying to move himself away from the overstimulating sensation, but the bonds (and the bed, for that matter) held without issue. She kept on going, right up until he reached the edge, where she finally had mercy on his tip and moved to squeeze his base instead. The Shepherd breathlessly collapsed flat on the bed. For a couple minutes, the feline let his orgasm recede while the canine caught his breath; as he did, he remembered the hot coil he’d felt before, what Nyx said was jealousy, remembered confessing why he was a virgin, and hesitantly asked, “Nyx… what are we?” The cat looked at him thoughtfully, before asking back, “What do you want us to be?” And wasn’t that a tough question. His dream from that morning came back to mind. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and answered, “I… I want us to be more than just… this. Sex. I want us to be… closer, like, like…” It felt like it was too little, yet he didn’t know what else to say. He looked away, frustratedly looking for more words to try and make Nyx understand, only for the cat to stop him with a hand on his chin, moving his head to look back at her. She looked sympathetic, saying with soft understanding, “I know. I want it too.” She kissed him. Unlike the others, this one was far gentler, less blazing passion, more warm intimacy. Discharge leaned into it with a small hum, languidly kissing her back while her hand on his cock has slowed just as much. Her free hand had taken to wandering around his body again. Somehow, out of everything that’d happened so far, it was this that made him feel the most emotional. Maybe it was the excess hormones messing with his feelings, or maybe it was the closeness, the softness after Nyx’s affirmation that was making him feel a bit like crying. Whatever it was, he wanted it to keep going, and clearly so did the cat. She kept kissing him like that, a low simmer compared to the lustful pyres of all the other kisses before, while her hand went at an almost teasingly slow pace, enough to keep him hard, but not enough to build up to the edge. Gradually though, her strokes began speeding up, though the intensity of the kiss didn’t. Slowly, slowly, Nyx’s hand picked up speed, and Discharge was moaning into her mouth more and more, his hips needily thrusting into her hand, matching its ever accelerating pace. Soon, her speed had peaked, and he was rapidly on his way to spilling into climax, when the cat inevitably pulled her hand away at the last moment to leave him throbbing in empty air, more precum spilling everywhere while he whined into her lips, still locked against his. The feline broke away after letting him twitch for several seconds, satisfied he hadn’t gone over the edge. The Shepherd looked at her needily, begging her with his eyes as he tried to get his breath back. The look he got in response only promised more torture for him. So it went for an hour, Nyx alternating between hands or using both to stimulate Discharge’s sorely deprived member, and creatively moving said hands in multitudes of ways that all aimed to give him the most pleasure, without letting him cum. One highlight was when she’d concentrate on his head and go full speed with her hands. Meanwhile, he’d been reduced to a moaning, begging mess, body continuously squirming and bucking and straining for that little extra bit of stimulation to give him his ultimate reward. The cat, however, was nothing but skilled in completely denying him that every time, while still pleasuring him enough to drive him almost insane from all the hormones flowing through him. The bed, for its part, didn’t make a single creak no matter how much he pulled against it, futilely trying to touch himself. It made sense, given it was a bed for superbeings. All the while, they’d continued asking and answering questions, ranging from the banal to the deeply personal. Plenty were of the more mundane and simple types, but a few stood out to him through the fog of lust and desperation to cum. One was the cat asking him if he really hadn’t slept with anyone before, and why. “Surely you must have had some heroines all over you? Or boy heroes, for that matter,” she’d said. “There were,” he’d admitted. “But none of them ever… made me feel the way you do.” Nyx had been stunned silent, before laughing softly, “You’re so sappy.” She’d given him another kiss for that, more chaste then. Another standout was her asking what his wet dreams were like. “Believe me, having dry spells like that would have gotten your body to come up with something to spill it all out.” He’d been more shy to answer that one, but he eventually got past his embarrassment to describe all the dreams he’d had about her either sexually tormenting him, or letting him fuck her like there was no tomorrow. He’d also confessed the time he’d started daydreaming about his best friend in the Hero’s League fucking him while they were sparring. “...Wow, you have one hell of a repressed kinky side,” Nyx teased. Discharge sheepishly looked away, unable to deny his subconscious had been… pretty explicit. The cat sensually went on, “And who am I to deny my puppy’s deepest desires, to be trapped and tortured in my dungeon?” She’d taken to calling him “puppy” now, and his protests were thoroughly undermined by his dick and tail responding positively whenever she called him that. He’d given up after the last several edges. “And your best friend fucking you… does that mean you’re into men too, or just butt stuff?” she’d casually followed up, making him splutter for a few seconds. Some gentle encouragement and reassurances from her got the canine to admit he was Bi, that he didn’t mind butt stuff in general, and he definitely wasn’t open to threesomes. “I won’t do anything like that if you didn’t want it first,” the cat had assured him. “I will, however, have fun pegging you when the time comes.” The Shepherd could only flush as she smiled deviously. After that, the questions dwindled away, Nyx increasingly placing her focus solely toward edging him, while Discharge was slowly losing the ability to properly think, let alone speak, full sentences. Now the only sounds in the bedroom were the slick noises from the cat’s hands on his lubed up cock, and the Shepherd’s constant gasps and wordless moans, interspersed with some incoherent begging to cum, which the feline duly ignored in favour of leaving him hanging on the cusp of release. Then, about an hour or so in, the cat suddenly leaned back and said, “My hands are tired from all that exercise. I think they need a break.” Discharge groaned despairingly, thinking Nyx was going to leave him there, hard and needy, for who knew how long to let her hands rest. “Don’t worry, puppy,” she gave him a sultry look, “I have more than one way to make you beg.” At first, the Shepherd didn’t get it, mind hormone addled as it was. Even when Nyx moved her head down to his crotch, mouth opened wide, his brain still took a few seconds to realise what was going to happen. Then, with no hesitation at all, the cat’s mouth engulfed his dick. His mind blanked for a second. Then, everything was flooding back at once, and Discharge became aware of how loudly he was moaning, how tense his body had become as his hips uncontrollably bucked into Nyx’s mouth. He fell back on the bed a few seconds later, breathing hard while he instinctively tried to close his legs to no avail. Blearily, he raised his head to look between his legs, and was treated to a breathtaking sight. The white cat was deepthroating him, bobbing her head up and down his entire length at rapid pace and looking completely at ease doing it. The seductive, half-lidded gaze she shot him when she noticed him staring only made him throb in her mouth that much more as he laid back and loudly moaned again. If the feline’s handjobs could be considered amazing, her blowjobs felt almost divine; warm and wet, his shaft completely coated in her saliva, her mouth contracting around his dick, and her rough tongue going over the places where he could feel it the most were all enough to make him almost lose himself, leaving him aware only of how Nyx expertly sucked him off. Of course, that meant when she pulled herself off to keep him on the edge, the resultant deprivation felt worse than before, enough for him to almost sob. The cat responded by shifting herself to kiss and nuzzle his neck, whispering sweet nothings into his ear while she lightly ran a finger along his dick. Then, when she judged he’d calmed down enough, she sank back down to do it all over again. It was bliss. It was torture of the best kind. It was something Discharge couldn’t get enough of. He wanted more. Wanted it to never end. But it had to. That thought, out of everything else, got him to snap back to full sobriety, however briefly, because of what it meant for their relationship going forward. Or rather, their relationships with their fellow heroes/villains. “Nyx,” he croaked, voice rough from all the moans and cries he’d been making. The cat immediately paused her ministrations at his tone, popping her mouth off his shaft and giving him a questioning look. “How are we…” he swallowed dryly, “going to keep this from everyone?” The cat clearly understood what he meant, sighing as she took on a contemplative expression, idly stroking his cock. “Honestly,” she started, “I was thinking we just… keep doing what we do in public; fight and beat each other, fair and square. We’ve already agreed on that much. As for private spaces…” She made an encompassing gesture at their room, “well, I’ve got no shortage of those, as you can see.” “Yeah, but what if one of us slips up and says something we shouldn’t to the wrong person? What if someone thinks we’re acting suspicious? What if someone sees me going somewhere I shouldn’t be? What if–” Discharge couldn’t stop worrying, and all his heightened emotions only made it worse as he started to spiral into imagining ever worse worst-case scenarios. Then Nyx leaned over and kissed him again. He didn’t kiss her back very well, but she didn’t seem to mind, content to take charge as her tongue pushed its way into his mouth and up against his tongue. “Hey,” she said softly when she broke off, “don’t worry about it; I’ve come up with plenty of plans to keep things under wraps. Besides, we still have plenty of time to figure it out together. Alright?” The Shepherd shakily nodded, “Alright…” “Good,” she said, beaming. “Now, just sit back and relax while I help myself to you.” And just like that, she was back to going down on him, head bobbing on his cock again like nothing happened. For all his fretting and worrying, Discharge couldn’t help but trust, no, believe her when she said they’d work it out. Maybe it was the confident voice when she said she had plans. Maybe it was her reassurance they had time to work things out. Or maybe it was simply the fact her shadow jumping let her get to almost anywhere undetected far better than he ever could. Whatever it was, he couldn’t think more on it, his mind getting hazy again as the cat kept working him up over and over with her greedy and experienced mouth, only to keep leaving him hanging at the tipping point. Nothing broke through that haziness again, no more questions were asked, replaced by the obscene noises the feline made as she effortlessly sank his entire length down her throat at a mind-boggling pace, her barbed tongue making the canine moan, throb and shiver whenever it licked or swirled around his sensitive head like a lollipop. It was as if her mouth was aiming to milk him dry with how relentless it was. Of course, he was anything but dry, in more ways than one. Nyx made very sure of it. Discharge didn’t know how long it went on like that, mind thoroughly lost to the cycle of pleasure and denial that brought ever more hormones to cloud what remained of his higher order thinking, his brain left with such eloquent phrases like, “Please don’t stop”, “Please let me cum”, “Fuck, I’m close”, “Fuck, I’m gonna–”, “Pleasepleasepleaseplease–”, and so on. It was all he could do to keep his grip on reality, clenching on the bedsheets to anchor himself; even the shadow cuffs on his wrists and ankles had faded into the background, when he wasn’t straining against them without success. Things changed when Nyx pulled her mouth away… and didn’t return. Instead, he felt her move her body to be more level with his. Then, he stopped feeling the weight of her on the bed next to him, followed by something settling on his abdomen. His eyes, having fluttered shut from the overwhelming stimulation and denial, snapped back open as he raised his head. And froze. Nyx was straddling him, legs on either side of his torso, sitting on his stomach. His fur where her pussy rested was also very wet. He could have laid there, staring for minutes on end, if the cat hadn’t wasted any time, leaning forward to catch his lips in another kiss while she shifted her hips until he felt his shaft rubbing up between her cheeks. That contact was enough to make him throb, length twitching against her ass. She merely giggled as she pulled away, smiling at him with a sultry gleam in her eyes. “Are you ready?” One simple question, and yet the answer might be one of the most important in his life. He nods without hesitation. “Thought so,” Nyx said, lip curled in amusement, “going by what my butt is feeling.” Discharge coughed self-consciously, quieting when the feline lifted her hips from his stomach. Behind her, he felt a hand gripping the base of his dick as she shifted position. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching with baited breath as she slowly, slowly, lowered herself onto his cock. First, the head slipped in, and he softly groaned at the friction. Then, without warning, the rest of him slid inside with no resistance. Above him, the feline gasped as he hilted her. The Shepherd, meanwhile, threw his head back and let out quite possibly the loudest moan he’d ever made. Her hands, her mouth, they’d all been incredible, to say the least. Her pussy, however, felt like heaven. Tighter and warmer than her mouth had been, yet not so tight as to feel uncomfortable. And the way her folds pulsed around his dick; words couldn’t describe how divine it was. It was all he could do to hold back from cumming then and there, his poor shaft all too eager to let loose after being denied and teased so much. “Fuck,” the cat breathed, sitting on his dick, panting just as much as him, as she gradually adjusted to the length inside her. “Wow, you’re filling.” Discharge panted out, “You feel… really good too.” Nyx breathlessly laughed, “Glad you think so, because there’s a lot more where that came from.” With a toothy smile, she slowly raised herself back up, her pussy greedily trying to keep its hold on him even as it pulled out. Then, when only his tip was inside, the feline dropped her hips down on the Shepherd’s. She repeated the motion, slowly at first, but rapidly accelerating her pace, enough that their hips audibly slammed into each other as she eagerly bounced on his cock, loudly moaning her pleasure to the room. If it was hard for Discharge not to cum before, it was borderline impossible now, between the hot tightness and silky yet substantial friction on his member and Nyx’s merciless pace. Trying to hold himself back, he gritted his teeth to keep his own moans in, clenched his eyes shut while trying to think of anything that wasn’t to do with sex. That didn’t emphasise the fact his nemesis and crush turned (probably) girlfriend was now riding him with reckless abandon and joyous moans. That didn’t remind him his virginity was well and truly gone now, to the person he’d secretly wanted to lose it to for so long. For the next few minutes, it seemed to work; the build up to his orgasm apparently stalled while he blocked out all the sights, sounds and sensations of Nyx relentlessly having her way with him. And all it cost Discharge was being completely unable to savour any of it. The canine thought it was worth it, in the end, letting his partner get to have her fun first before he finished for the hour, if not the day. That, however, didn’t last long, as he felt the cat stop her riding, saying in a firm voice, “Hey, look at me.” Slowly, he opened his eyes, studiously keeping his gaze away from anything below the feline’s face. “Yeah?” “You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” she observed, because of course she noticed. “And I want you to.” “It’s just…” he looked away shyly, “I… don’t want to finish too soon and leave you… unsatisfied, you know?” “Of course you don’t,” Nyx fondly chuckled. “But I don’t want to have this be completely one-sided, either. I did say this was a reward for you, you should savour it!” “I– I know,” he agreed guiltily, “but I… didn’t want to disappoint you.” “Oh, Discharge,” she said fondly yet exasperatedly, bending her body close, “you could never disappoint me.” Then she kissed him fiercely again, tongue and all. As he kissed her back, he idly wondered if he really couldn’t ever disappoint her. He thought he’d be disappointed in himself if he was her, what with everything that had to happen to get to this point. He was honestly surprised she’d gone that far, and he couldn’t help but doubt if he was really worth all that to her. Surely she could have easily found a fellow villain to date? Nyx broke the kiss and stated, “I can feel you thinking too much back there.” Now he felt even more guilty, so lost in his own head he wasn’t paying attention to her. “Sorry.” “It’s alright,” she purred softly, “it’s only natural to want to do well with this sort of thing.” She continued conspiratorally, “So, how about I help you with that?” He blinked. “How?” Smirking, the cat snapped her fingers, and the Shepherd immediately felt something tightly wrap around his dick and balls. Snapping his head down, he saw a shadow around the bottom of his shaft. “What…” “It’s a cockring,” Nyx casually stated, “squeezes the base to block your orgasm. Now,” she grinned lustily, “you don’t have to worry about spilling over too early.” “I… wow, thanks. I mean, you didn’t have to…” “Well, the cockring lets you enjoy yourself without losing it, and I get to ride you as hard as I want without issue. As for thanks, just wait until you start begging for me to take it off,” she said deviously. “Wait, what–?” He didn’t get further than that before Nyx unexpectedly began pounding him again. “You better keep your eyes wide open for this,” she said, breaths heavy, “because I have a great show for you!” She punctuated that by slamming her hips down on his, harder than before. In fact, it seemed everything was going faster and harder than before. Including how quickly he got to the edge. “Oh fuck, oh fuck–” He mindlessly bucked his hips into hers, the sudden deluge of pleasure overriding his conscious thoughts. “Fuck I’m close, I’m close–” Nyx didn’t even slow down. If anything, she seemed to pick up speed at his warning, her tits bouncing around with the force of her movements. Discharge closed his eyes again, head tilting back as he reached the edge… and stayed there. “W-wha…?” He looked back down, and saw the shadow cockring pulse slightly. “See, really good at blocking your orgasm,” she teased, looking very mischievous. “Hope you don’t mind me making the most of it.” The cat didn’t let him answer, keeping up her ruthless pace, making him moan uncontrollably as the folds of her pussy kept trying to drain his seed, failing every time as the cockring kept him on the edge no matter how fast Nyx was going, no matter how much her pussy flexed around him greedily. It was torture of a new kind. Instead of being left on the edge and letting his orgasms fade back into nothingness, now he was perpetually stuck on it, between Nyx relentlessly fucking him and the shadow cockring proving completely effective at bottling his climax up. Between both forms of denial, Discharge couldn’t decide which was worse. The Shepherd instinctively squirmed and thrust and bucked, trying to get that last bit of stimulation he needed to finally release his pent up load, even as he consciously knew it was impossible. He pulled against his restraints again, with similar futility. In the end, all he could do was lie there and take it… and watch Nyx having the time of her life, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. And it was magnificent to watch, he just wished he could cum too. Soon enough, he was indeed begging for the cat to take the cockring off. Nyx, of course, completely ignored him, riding his dick even harder instead, making him both moan and writhe even more than before, which the cat seemed to enjoy. “Fuck, your cock is amazing,” the cat cried out, her hands now fondling her breasts in a bit of a show for the Shepherd, “Wish I could ride you all day…” “Please, no,” Discharge whined, “I wanna cum so bad, please, just let me…” She cut him off by leaning over and kissing him, pressing the front of her body against his, even as she didn’t slow her hips down. Desperate and horny like never before, the canine wildly thrust his own hips into hers as their tongues met again, slick with saliva from how aroused they were. Predictably, it was Nyx who came first. Moaning into his mouth, her wet folds clenched with a vengeance around his length as she dropped back down on him with force, flexing like crazy with an iron grip on him, trying and failing to coax his seed from him. The Shepherd moaned back, thrusting his hips deeper in response while the cat rode out her orgasm, mewling and humping him. Eventually, the feline’s climax passed, and she broke the kiss to slowly straighten back up, both of them catching their breath for the next few minutes, while the canine’s perpetually blocked orgasm went away. Nyx was the first to talk, cheerfully saying, “That was wonderful.” She gazed at him devilishly. “Bet you’re about ready to burst now, aren’t you?” Discharge nodded almost desperately. “Well, you’ve definitely more than earned it…” With a gesture, the pressure around the Shepherd’s dick disappeared, and he let out a relieved sigh. “Just so you know,” the white cat said casually, gradually raising her hips back up, “I won’t go easy on you, so you better prepare yourself.” Before he could ask her to elaborate, the feline was moving her hips again. True to her word, she quickly got back up to her punishing pace from before. This time, however, there was nothing stopping the Shepherd from cumming. Unsurprisingly, the unrelenting speed at which Nyx was slamming herself on him rapidly built his orgasm back up. The closer he got to climax, the more he found himself thrusting back at Nyx, erratically and out of sync at first, but he quickly found a pattern that worked for both of them, as the room was quickly filled with the sounds of their fierce lovemaking, the loud plap, plap, plap of their bodies coming together with vigour, and their moans of unbridled pleasure. All the while, Discharge could only watch, transfixed, as Nyx rode him to completion, watching how her tits bounced with her body, how his cock disappeared between her legs, completely covered in her fluids, how she leaned forward slightly to rest her hands on his chest, listened to her loudly moan out how good he felt, how much she’d wanted this. He moaned back, about how good she felt, how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her to keep going. That was when he had the cognizance to even say things like that; most of the time he was either moaning wordlessly, babbling nonsense, or begging her not to stop. And she didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. By now, the Shepherd was too tired, and unwilling, to hold himself back anymore. Soon, he was reaching the edge, hopefully for the last time today. “Nyx, I’m close!” “Do it,” the cat gasped out, “cum in me, Discharge! Fill me up!” With one last thrust to fully hilt her, Discharge loudly cried out as he finally, finally, got to cum, shooting rope after rope of thick, potent seed into Nyx’s womb, body instinctively bucking his hips up to keep all the seed inside her. “Fuck yeah, that’s a good boy…” the cat panted above him, still holding onto his pecs. The Shepherd could only groan in response as he lay back, completely and utterly exhausted. He might have fallen asleep then and there, bonds, cum, and all, if Nyx hadn’t started pistoning herself up and down again. The sensation of her hot, pulsing folds stroking him right after he came was simply too much, and the canine’s body seized before doing everything it could to get away from the overstimulation, to no avail as his shadow cuffs proved as implacable as ever. “W-what are you doing?!” he choked out past overwhelmed cries. “You wanted to cum so badly, and I said I’d milk you dry, didn’t I?” she leered at him. Where before, the torture had been denial, this was closer to the typical kind, his freshly climaxed cock mercilessly used without rest. Where before, he’d been moaning for more, now Discharge could only helplessly cry out and beg for her to stop, his body thrashing like mad. Nyx would not be swayed, however, determined to keep her promise of milking every drop from him. Miraculously, after several minutes of abject torture, Discharge felt his arousal start to climb again, and his desperate cries became pleasured moans as his second consecutive orgasm slowly built up. Yet, he knew what would happen once he came again, and he tried his hardest to delay it for as long as possible. Between his exhaustion and Nyx not letting up even slightly, though, he was helpless to stop himself from quickly cumming again, lustily howling as he did. The cat didn’t stop, and his howls became tinged with desperation once more as he tried everything he could to throw the feline off him, failing and seemingly being punished with a faster pace from the cat. Discharge didn’t remember too much after that, his mind too fried to keep track of everything. His body’s writhing gradually stilled as well, exhausting itself in useless attempts to break free of the restraints that left him completely helpless before her. He was reduced to just begging her to stop, at first almost screaming for mercy, but as his strength and energy were sapped, he was left whimpering as the cat kept riding his oversensitive cock. She seemed to take pleasure in his struggling, moaning whenever he bucked against her and leaning down to pin him that much more. The only silver lining there was he at least got to hold her hands while she fucked him. It was a wonder he didn’t break them with how tightly he was holding onto hers. Finally, she stopped when they came together, her second orgasm to his third. Their breathing ragged, she gingerly pulled herself off completely, letting a deluge of cum spill out of her pussy onto his crotch and stomach, plus the surrounding sheets. The Shepherd felt slightly awed at how much seed he’d filled her up with. Mostly, however, he felt tired, and more than a little miffed. The cuffs around his wrists and ankles disappeared at last, freeing him to stretch and rub where he’d chafed against the bonds so much, as well as give Nyx a bone-tired glare. “Next time,” he said, voice hoarse from all his moaning and shouting, “tell me when you’re going to do anything like… that.” “I did tell you,” the cat countered smugly. “And it’s not like you seemed to mind it much, if your tail was any indication.” Now that she mentioned it, he faintly remembered his tail wildly thumping on the bed through all the torture. He still wasn’t thrilled being ambushed like that. “Just… give me an actual warning before you do something like that. Please?” “I will, don’t worry,” she chuckled softly. “You better…” he grumbled. His disgruntledness didn’t last long, however, replaced by sheer exhaustion, the Shepherd slumping into the bed with a huff, trying to find a comfortable position. All things considered, the pillows and mattress were really quite soft, not to mention they’d held up very well over the past two hours or so. It would be so easy to fall asleep then and there, but he still had to ask Nyx something. “You’ll… wake me up for work tomorrow, right?” “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” she said confidently. “You see, I can make time here pass differently compared to the outside, slower or faster. I made it pass slower outside for today, so you’ll have plenty of time to rest… and maybe have a bit more fun before you go.” There was a promise in her tone there. Discharge didn’t care much at this point. “As long as I get to sleep in after this,” the canine said, stifling a yawn, “you can do whatever you want with me.” “I’ll hold you to that,” Nyx said, giggling as she slid in beside him. Unconsciously, he laid an arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer. The cat answered by nuzzling him and resting her head beside his neck, resting an arm on his chest and laying a leg on top of his own, half-embracing him. It was… nice. “Night, Discharge,” the feline said softly. “Goodnight, Nyx,” he whispered back, tucking her closer. Their breaths and heartbeats slowed down over the next few minutes, savouring the other’s warmth, before they finally slid into a deep, deep sleep, dreaming of each other, together at last. — Breakfast the next day was… an affair. When Discharge woke up, feeling better rested than he had in weeks, maybe months, his suit and Nyx’s, plus Nyx herself, were nowhere to be seen, likely in the laundry. Finding no suitable clothes for himself, he’d reluctantly taken to walking around the place completely naked. Nyx apparently had had the same idea, judging by how he'd walked in on her cooking breakfast with nothing but an apron on. It was a testament to both his restraint and exhaustion from last night that he didn’t jump her bones then and there, especially when the cat seductively swayed her hips at him periodically. The meal itself had been pretty standard, outside the nudity, the two of them sitting next to each other at the dining table and chatting about mundane things. Once they finished their food, however, Nyx had to ask a deceptively simple yet hard question. “So, what’re you planning for today?” Despite her light tone, they both knew what she really meant, and the Shepherd had to think his answer through for a few moments. He could go back to the real world and get back to work as a superhero, waiting who knows how long to “meet up” with Nyx again… or he could stay here a while longer. “How long do I have left outside?” he asked, wanting to make sure. The cat hummed. “About… another day or so.” She was clearly hoping for one answer over the other. Discharge was more than happy to give her what she wanted. “I’ll stay a bit longer, then.” The grin on her face, and the hot, driving kiss after were worth it alone. Of course, given their nudity, and how passionately they were making out, things inevitably escalated from there. The fact the dining table held up extremely well while he was mercilessly pounding Nyx on it, not even creaking once, was simply impressive. They hadn’t stopped there; they went from fucking against a wall, to fucking on the coffee table, to fucking on the sofa, before finally taking a break, settling where they’d finished. Turned out having breaks between orgasms and some sensual encouragement did wonders for his ability to quickly get hard and cum again. For a few minutes, they quietly lay there, cuddling and savouring the afterglow the way they hadn’t last night, worn out as they’d been. Discharge broke the silence first. “Fuck… that was…” “Incredible? Amazing? Absolutely perfect?” Nyx suggested playfully. “Maybe all three,” the Shepherd answered just as cheekily. They laughed together, before falling back into a companionable silence. “...So,” the cat eventually said, “how often do you want to do… this?” The canine hummed consideringly, “How about we make our weekends a little longer?” Nyx grinned. “I’ll take you up on that.” Then she was climbing on top of him, kissing him, grinding against him, and then riding his cock again. After he got back home, laying in his bed, Discharge reflected back to all the events that had led up to last night, and had to admit: ‘Maybe that chastity cage was worth it after all.’